Expedition to Europe

Why is there a war?

Why is there killing?

Why can't humans live in peace in the global village?

Qin Zhiyuan couldn't answer these questions.

The only thing Qin Zhiyuan could do was to try to stand on the side of the winner and expand the living space for himself and his people as much as possible. After all, there are still many countries and many nations in this world who don't even have the right to choose their side and can only be passively involved in this war.

Compared with them, Qin Zhiyuan feels that he at least has a certain degree of autonomy.

This is an era of comparing the worst, but Qin Zhiyuan not only wants to compare the worst, he also wants to be evaluated for excellence. Even if compared with the Republic of China in another time and space, there is a little advantage, which can make Qin Zhiyuan feel that his work is not in vain, and his coming to this world is not in vain.

Misha was not in the mood to think about these things. She was hugging Qin Zhiyuan and crying, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and depression in her heart during this period.

Qin Zhiyuan faced Pierre's murderous eyes and patted Misha on the back to stabilize Misha's emotions.

"Everything will be fine..." This became Qin Zhiyuan's only pale remark.

What else can be said?

Just ten minutes ago, Qin Zhiyuan had just ordered the shooting of the unarmed Corsican residents. Now the dock was littered with corpses and blood, which was the biggest accusation against Qin Zhiyuan.

"Look, I found this!" A soldier shouted, holding up the thing in his hand.

It was not a ring or a necklace, but a cast iron grenade and a standard revolver.

The shell of the grenade was pitted and it was better to say it was a bomb than a grenade. It might be homemade. It was not even a standard oval, but even so, this bomb had a certain lethality. The reason why the pistol was called standard was that the three arrows with rings on the handle were very clear. This was the logo of the Italian Beretta company. The three arrows represented easy aiming, straight trajectory, and hitting the target.

"Italian?" Duke looked at the pistol sent by Chen Kangjian with a solemn expression.

Going south from Ajaccio, through the Bonifacio Strait, which is about ten kilometers wide, is the Italian Sardinia. So far, the independence movement on Corsica can be regarded as an internal contradiction among the people, but if there is a shadow of Italians in it, then things will obviously be complicated.

"It can't fully explain it." Qin Zhiyuan, who finally appeased Misha reluctantly, also came over.

Qin Zhiyuan disagreed with Duke's opinion, although Qin Zhiyuan hoped that the matter would be complicated, only in that way, Qin Zhiyuan would be more convenient to profit from it. But the Italians are obviously not good partners. They are almost useless except for making noodles and playing football. In the two world wars, the Italians were standard "pig teammates".

"Yes, just a gun cannot prove that the Italians intervened, but at least it can prove that the people on this island have other ways to get support." Pierre also looked solemn.

"Report it, report everything that happened here truthfully, and let the gentlemen in Paris judge. Soldiers are also guns and should not have their own thoughts." Qin Zhiyuan concluded.

In front of Pierre, Duke, and Misha, three Frenchmen, Qin Zhiyuan had to act openly. Only in this way could he conceal Qin Zhiyuan's intentions.

"Okay, I'll report it. Damn it, how could it be like this..." Duke was responsible for contacting Paris, and reporting was his job.

"Chen Kangjian, gather your troops, advance in a fighting posture, immediately go to the garrison barracks, and leave here as soon as possible." After Qin Zhiyuan gave the order, he returned to Misha, who was still sobbing on the ammunition box beside him: "Damn it, the situation is more serious than we expected. The people here have standard weapons, and we must do a good job of defense."

According to the principle of vacation, Qin Zhiyuan's First Brigade is now on vacation. They came to Corsica half to quell the riots and half to take a vacation. But the current situation is obviously not very good. Since the people on this island have weapons, the First Brigade will face endless harassment.

"You are now like those colonial leaders a hundred years ago, using advanced weapons in your hands to burn, kill and plunder all over the world. You should feel ashamed. Your gun should be used to protect people, not to shoot them." Misha said confidently.

"Listen to me, Misha, if you have any opinions, you can raise them to the Presidential Palace, but before that, I have to complete my work, this is my job." Qin Zhiyuan emphasized professionalism.

"Of course I will!" Misha's eyes were red and swollen, and her mouth was tightly pursed, showing unyielding stubbornness: "But before that, I don't want to see you, so please stay away from me."

In Qin Zhiyuan's memory, Misha almost never cried, nor was he so ruthless to Qin Zhiyuan, which made Qin Zhiyuan feel a little uncomfortable.

Well, Qin Zhiyuan was very obedient and stayed away from Misha.

"Old Hu is coming, he has a safe passage that can go directly to the military camp." Chen Kangjian came over mysteriously.

Hu Tingfeng went to the island a few days ago and was considered the outpost of the first brigade. He didn't know when the large troops would come, but he had been paying attention to the situation at the dock. The fierce gunfire just now was the best notification. Hu Tingfeng was very fast and had already rushed over to greet him.

"Let's leave here first, load the things on the truck, and let's first identify a green zone." Qin Zhiyuan got into the state quickly and subconsciously used the anti-terrorism thinking of later generations.

"What is the green zone?" Chen Kangjian was confused.

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"It's a safe area, a safe area composed of all our own people." Qin Zhiyuan didn't want to explain it in too much detail, just describe it casually.

"Oh, I'm afraid it will never be built." Chen Kangjian glanced at Misha and complained.

"Go away, organize your team." Qin Zhiyuan was furious and kicked Chen Kangjian away.

"It's already organized, and we can set off immediately." Chen Kangjian is the successor of Tan Leg. His leg skills are much more slippery than Qin Zhiyuan. He dodges like flowing water without any effort.

"Then you should set off quickly, immediately." Qin Zhiyuan was furious.

There were more than 3,000 soldiers who arrived in Corsica with Qin Zhiyuan, and there were more than 30 trucks and 6 tanks in the team. In a few days, the second batch of troops will land in Bastia, and by then, the ratio of soldiers to residents on the island will exceed one to one.

From this perspective, this is indeed not a rebellion, but a trip.

Hu Tingfeng squatted at the gate of the Ajaccio military camp waiting for the First Brigade. From his position, he looked to the side and front, and saw the famous Napoleon's former residence, which was the Napoleon Memorial Hall in another time and space.

Hu Tingfeng didn't know who Napoleon was, nor did he know what Napoleon had done. Hu Tingfeng was now thinking about getting all the Corsican residents on the island away and replacing them with immigrants from China.

Qin Zhiyuan had promised that if the soldiers of the First Brigade chose to move their families to Corsica, Qin Zhiyuan would be responsible for building a house for each family, and then allocating two cows, ten Corsican dairy sheep, and ten acres of orchards to each family.

Cows, dairy sheep, orchards...

That's heaven!