Age of Rebirth

Reporters have long seen that the rise of the new overlord of the Indochina Peninsula, Tang Qiuli himself, was mysterious and legendary. , without much trouble, gained control of the Indochina Peninsula, the news value of which is self-evident.

Especially in the process of dealing with the riots in the Indochina Peninsula this time, the iron-blooded and tyrannical side he showed, despite the opposition and warnings from the world powers, still went his own way and did not change his original intention. His confidence and reliance are What?

These are the news materials that the reporters can't wait to dig out, but the security checks of the special guards are very strict and unaccommodating. In front of him, he could only wait patiently.

Just as Tang Qiuli got back to the jeep, he was surrounded by reporters. Before he had time to ask questions, he heard a burst of shouting in English. It was Richard Wilson. He saw that among these reporters, there were many blue-eyed, The Europeans with high nose bridges, fellow citizens, shouted desperately as if they had caught the last straw.

Of course, he would never sell himself the treasures of the British Empire in exchange for a chance of his own life. He shouted out, and he repeated these two sentences: "I am British, and I am innocent!" [

The attention of the reporters was attracted by the screaming Englishman, and they picked up the camera and snapped shots. Among them, two reporters from the British "Times" could hear from Wilson's fluent English voice. It was judged that the person who was tied up by five flowers was his compatriot, that is, Tang Qiuli's verdict, and the first person sentenced to death.

It is one thing to see the information provided by the Information Office of the Independent Division. It is one thing to see my compatriots at the scene, and they are about to become the ghosts of the Chinese.It was another matter. The indirect information and the intuitive feeling of the scene shocked the hearts of the two British journalists.

One of the British journalists had angry flames in his eyes.He squeezed his way into the crowd of reporters and asked loudly: "Hello, General Tang, I am Jack Lawrence, a reporter from The Times of England. I have a question, and I hope the general can answer it truthfully!"

Tang Qiuli looked at the British reporter with flaming eyes with a half-smile, and asked in feigned surprise, "Oh! I don't know about this reporter. Do you have any questions for me?"

Jack Lawrence stared closely at Tang Qiuli and said: "General Tang, this is a British citizen who was sentenced to death in the Indochina Peninsula under your rule. I would like to know what is your legal basis? What did he commit? A crime? Or, this Mr. Wilson is simply an innocent victim?"

Lawrence question.The pointed ones, especially the last question, were directed at the supreme leader of the Indochina Peninsula.It was killing innocent people indiscriminately, and it was the British who were killed. Everyone will not forget that just two years ago, the British were the owners of this land.

Tang Qiuli smiled and replied calmly: "Excuse me, Mr. reporter, have you seen the information provided by our news department? You have gone deep into the cities where riots occurred in the Indochina Peninsula and interviewed the victims. Is it? If yes. Your question is purely chatty, childish and ridiculous, if not, you should go to find out the truth about the riots, and then ask again!"

Jack Lawrence was embarrassed, but Tang Qiuli answered impeccably.Not only did he read the information provided by the news office more carefully than anyone else, but he went to various regions to interview, not for the purpose of faithfully reporting the truth of the incident, but with a fault-finding mentality, hoping to find a trace of suspiciousness. In this place, he uses his ability to make flowers with his wonderful pen to turn black and white, and mislead the world.

However, Lawrence was very disappointed. There was no loophole in the truth of the incident. However, Lawrence was not reconciled to being defeated in this way. He rolled his light blue eyes and said, "General Tang, we saw The information provided may not be true, and those so-called violent incidents may have other truths, but they were covered up by power! I even think that this is a premeditated conspiracy!"

Tang Qiuli shrugged and said helplessly: "Mr. Reporter, since you think so, then I can't do anything about it, but I have reasons to think that you are a complete bastard, a person who is good at distorting facts, and wears colored glasses. Disregarding the truth, deliberately spreading rumors and distorting black and white, what else can you do except turn a blind eye to the truth? The Times will definitely be ashamed for being a scum like you! The press has people like you , and feel ashamed!"

The reporters were in an uproar. This Chinese general Tang Qiuli was fierce enough and had enough personality. It is really rare to scold reporters face to face when he disagrees with each other. The original text must be an explosive news. Red and white in battle, tongue-tied, retreating to the side in embarrassment, being scolded for being a literary ruffian in person, he really has no face to pester him anymore, isn't embarrassment enough?

Especially when Tang Qiuli's eyes flashed fiercely, Lawrence's hairs exploded, his whole body felt cold, and he became timid. In fact, Tang Qiuli was still polite. On the other hand, he also took into account the influence, otherwise, Just based on Lawrence's bastard words, Tang Qiuli will become one of these thugs who are tied up and waiting for death.

A short male reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses squeezed in front of Tang Qiuli and said, "General Tang, I am Hidemi Kobayashi, a reporter from the Yomiuri Shimbun in Japan. May I ask General Tang, what is the cause of the riots in the Indochina Peninsula?" Are there any obstacles to your future plans? Or, will you concentrate on dealing with the huge impact of this riot?"

Tang Qiuli frowned, and thought to himself: "This Japanese reporter is really fucking stupid. Why don't you just ask me if you want to beat Yanzaburo Ito from Singapore? You can't do it if you want to get to know me." Such a question!"

Tang Qiuli pondered for a moment before replying: "Mr. reporter, I have to tell you with great pain that the riots that have spread to the entire Indochina Peninsula have caused huge damage and left major cities devastated. The daily production and life of the city have been greatly affected, and the only thing I have to do now is to concentrate all my financial, material and human resources to restore the stability of Indochina Peninsula as soon as possible."

"As for other plans, they will all compromise on this goal. According to the report of my subordinates, it will take a long time, one year, two years, maybe even longer. When we Chinese enter the Indochina Peninsula, we will not only take the British The dilapidated and rotten foundation left behind must be thoroughly cleaned up, and the wounds caused by the riots must be healed. I don’t know my answer, is Mr. Reporter satisfied?”

Xiao Lin Xiushi smiled happily, nodded again and again, and said: "Thank you, General, for your answer. I am satisfied, very satisfied." Compared with that British guy Lawrence, Xiao Lin himself felt quite good. The answer, the most important thing, is that Tang Qiuli's hole card is roughly revealed, that is, the Chinese will not use force for a long period of time.

An American reporter rushed to ask: "General Tang, have you considered the attitude of the British government when you executed 47 British people in this way? Also, this will have a great impact on the relationship between members of the Allied Powers." Impact, I want to hear your opinion?"

Tang Qiuli smiled brightly. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the American reporter. He seemed to think that his question was very ridiculous, and then he replied: "As for the attitude of the British government, I am telling the British Prime Minister Wen. His Excellency Churchill’s reply has already made it clear that he misunderstood the statement. You can request the draft of this telegram from Major Mei Xue, the director of my press department. As for your second question, I don’t want to answer it, because it’s too boring. Taste." [

The reporters were still chattering about asking questions. A colonel trotted over, saluted, and said, "Master, the time for execution is up. The execution team leader, Colonel Wen Zhaoxian, head of the First Regiment of the Third Brigade directly under the Corps, Ask the teacher, is it possible to execute the sentence?"

Tang Qiuli looked at these reporters and said with regret: "Mr. reporters, I am very sorry. The time for that thrilling time has come, so I can only ask you reporters to leave!"

Shanhu waved his hand, and the soldiers from the security brigade came over and took the reporters to the execution site. Tang Qiuli said to Wen Zhaoxian: "Teacher Wen, you are the on-site commander here, and everything will be done according to the original plan." The plan is done, we can start!"

Tang Qiuli returned to the jeep, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on to cover up the killing intent in his eyes, and then, together with Shan Hu, sat in the car and watched the execution scene.

The small red flag in Wen Zhaoxian's hand was raised high, and the crowd of onlookers more than 1000 meters away, there were 10,000+ people. The weapon used by the army for execution turned out to be a heavy machine gun. Under the sun, the blue-painted body of the gun gave off a cold metallic light.

The citizens and reporters in Yangon felt dizzy for a while, and felt a chill in their hearts. Seven to eight thousand people were about to fall under such a domineering weapon. This powerful Chinese, Tang Qiuli, opened again. A historical precedent.

The small red flag in Wen Zhaoxian's hand suddenly fell down, "Da da da!" There was a deafening roar of heavy machine guns, and the dumb thugs fell down like wheat blown by the wind. Next, the gunshot shocked all the surrounding Yangon citizens, and they realized what absolute violence is!

Amidst the roar of heavy machine guns, Tang Qiuli had a cruel smile on his lips, and said to Shanhu lightly, "Huzi, let's go back to the division headquarters!"

(to be continued) (to be continued...)