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Volume 1: On the Songhua River Chapter 1406: Heart-wrenching words on the execution ground

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    Early in the morning on April 9, on the mountain path from Yangon to a mountain about 20 kilometers away from the city, there was an endless stream of people coming, and from time to time there were all kinds of cars.  and rickshaws, speeding by.

    Last night, there was a light rain. At about five o'clock in the morning, the thin clouds dispersed and the dawn appeared. Soon, a gushing red sun suddenly jumped up in the east. The flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the mountain road became more and more beautiful.  It looks green and green, the air is fresh and cool, it is a rare good weather.

    People who were busy on their way had no interest in viewing the scenery on both sides of the mountain road. Those on foot gathered together in twos and threes, talking in low voices, with a hint of nervousness and excitement in their expressions. These were ordinary citizens of Yangon,  They came to watch the scene where the policemen shot criminals.

    The work of Mei Xue's press office was very effective. The publicity about the truth about the riots in Indochina and the bloody atrocities committed by the thugs was maximized. Many citizens witnessed the criminal acts of the thugs with their own eyes on the night of the riots.  Although they sympathized with and could not bear the suffering of the Chinese and overseas Chinese in their hearts, their defenselessness and inner cowardice made them become bystanders.

    A few days later, they felt extremely lucky for their original choice. On that stormy night, groups of heavily armed Chinese soldiers suddenly arrived, pulling those people out of bed and stuffing them into trucks.  I was nervous, but not worried. I knew even more clearly that the Chinese had begun to retaliate, but the target of revenge did not affect me.

    In the next few days, the original owner of the Gaomen compound was kicked out and dragged away with his family in embarrassment. This was another huge shock to the ordinary citizens, who finally understood that the Chinese often  The words on my lips, "Every wrongdoer has his fault, every debtor has his owner," and I rejoice in the psychological security that comes from being kind and living in harmony with the Chinese and overseas Chinese.

    A huge flat land in the mountains.  There are several deep pits, newly dug soil mixed with rainwater into mud, and many soldiers with live ammunition.  He was guarding the surroundings with a serious face. Once inside, he had to undergo strict interrogation. This was Tang Qiuli. The execution ground prepared for these thugs was only among the more than 20 cities.  The biggest one.

    At around seven o'clock in the morning, dozens of military trucks drove quickly through the wet mountain roads. The morning breeze lifted a corner of the cloth. What the sharp-eyed Yangon citizens saw were murderous faces and heavily armed.  Chinese soldiers.

    More than thirty minutes later.  More military trucks rolled up, this time, trucks.  The station was filled with thugs who were tied up and looked ashen-faced. A rough estimate suggested that there were six to seven thousand people. After the motorcade passed by, it aroused a burst of discussion among the citizens. Among them were people they knew well, who they had once  The object of envy.

    ??????????????????????????????????????? However, if someone is a so-called wealthy businessman or a cultural person, he or she has other backgrounds.  At worst, he is not a person who relies on his physical strength and hands to eat and make a living. He is naturally a superior being, and he is in the same class as himself. He knows others, but they don't know him, so he usually sees him.  Even if you call me "Sir" or "Sir", you won't even glance at yourself.

    At about eight o'clock, Tang Qiuli appeared at the execution ground in an open-top military jeep, under the strict protection of more than a hundred special guards. There were only two people in the jeep, Shan Hu and himself, Mei Xue and Liu Xinlan, and none of them had their bodies with them.  , it would be better for them to avoid such a bloody scene.

    Originally, there was no need for Tang Qiuli to come to the execution site in person, but he couldn't sit still. He always felt that he couldn't see these thugs going to the West with his own eyes, and he still had a lot of regrets in his heart. He had a feeling that he still had unfulfilled feelings, just like Shan Hu.  After discussing with each other, Shan Hu jumped up happily and said, "Xiao Qiu, we thought of going together. Wouldn't we feel resentful if we didn't see these guys being shot with our own eyes?"

    After saying that, he gave a military salute and said solemnly: "Huang Shanhu, the captain of the division's security brigade, on behalf of all the officers and men of the guard brigade, petitions the division commander for permission to let the guard brigade serve as a firing squad. Please approve it!" Then!  , patted the heavy machine gun in his hand, and then said: "This old guy of mine hasn't eaten meat for a long time. Although he is not a little devil, he is still a beast that deserves to be killed, which is barely fair!"

    Looking at Shanhu who was eager to try, Tang Qiuli felt a headache and said: "Huzi, let's go. It's already hard work. Brother Qiu Sheng has to do some persuasion work. You've made a new request. Isn't it disruptive?"  Is it Shen Jun¡¯s plan? Besides, what do you want the already arranged troops to think?"

    Shan Hu muttered with dissatisfaction, and followed Tang Qiuli to the division headquarters. It went smoothly. Tang Qiusheng only gave a few instructions and did not stop him. Only then did Tang Qiuli personally attend the scene.

    When Tang Qiuli got out of the car, Richard Wilson, who was kneeling in front of him, suddenly had a spark of hope in his eyes ashen, and shouted loudly:?: "General Tang, you have made a promise to me. I have done everything I can. I hope you will fulfill your promise!"

    Wilson was unlucky enough. He and the soldiers from the security brigade took out the treasure with great pains. After returning to Yangon, he was thrown into a small dark room and left unattended and unasked for more than ten days.  This guy was not in a hurry, he was confident that he had given Tang Qiuli such a large amount of wealth, which was enough to buy one life.

    Therefore, Wilson ate well, slept well, and imagined that he would be on the ship back to China tomorrow. All he was thinking about was how to dress himself up as a hero, so that he could face the questioning and investigation of domestic intelligence agencies.  , got through the pass, but you know, this morning, a few wolf-like soldiers suddenly rushed in, and without any explanation, they were dragged here.

    Even a fool can see the situation at the scene, let alone Wilson, who is a veteran spy. He always believed that this was done by Tang Qiuli's men behind Tang Qiuli's back, and Tang Qiuli himself was not involved.  I don¡¯t know, but where can I go to Tang Qiuli to complain about my situation?

    When he was desperate and despairing, Tang Qiuli, the great savior in his mind, appeared miraculously like God. Wilson was so excited that he wanted to cry. The only chance to survive was something he could never miss, so he did it desperately.  shouted.

    Tang Qiuli looked at the hysterical Wilson with a smile. After he finished shouting, he said slowly: "It's Mr. Wilson. Thank you for your cooperation. The only promise I can fulfill is to let you die quickly and quickly."  , no pain, snap, your life is over, just start praying!¡±

    In a few words, Wilson experienced the ups and downs from hope to hope ruthlessly shattered. He was already stupid. He couldn't even remember his anger. He just knelt there in a daze, his blue-gray body filled with tears.  Desperate and horrified, he subconsciously said to himself: "Why is this happening?"

    "Guess the song!"  At a glance, Tang Qiuli saw the man kneeling there dejectedly. The chairman of the Burmese National Founding Committee, the organizer and implementer of the great riots in Indochina, and the core member of the British secret service. His eyes were full of disgust, and he said a word  He stared silently at this sinful scum.

    Chai Wengsong noticed something, raised his head, and was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes met Tang Qiuli's eyes full of hatred. Tang Qiuli smiled contemptuously and said, "Chai Wengsong, have you ever thought about this day?"

    Chai Wengsong also chuckled, not afraid at all, but with some courage, he replied: "I have no regrets. If there is an afterlife, I will still kill all you Chinese pigs. Tang Qiuli, you are the hands that are stained by ours."  With the blood of the Burmese people, they will not let you go. The seeds of revenge have taken root and sprouted in the hearts of the Burmese people. As long as our blood is watered, they will grow into towering trees. By then, Tang Qiuli, you  The end of the devil and the executioner has come!"

    Chai Wengsong said, tilting his head towards the onlookers of Yangon citizens, with a sickly light in his eyes, thinking that his words could anger Tang Qiuli and leave a hero who died in the hearts of the onlookers of Yangon.  However, he made a wrong calculation. Tang Qiuli had no intention of getting angry at all. He just looked at Chai Wengsong who was trying to remain calm with pitiful eyes.

    Suddenly he smiled and said: "Chai Wengsong, what a great ambition? You have no afterlife. I will send you, a bastard with hands stained with the blood of us Chinese, into the eighteenth level of hell. You will never be able to stand up, let alone be reborn."  , your Burmese National Founding Committee has been uprooted. They will accompany you to hell. By the way, I forgot to tell you. Your family has been escorted to China. Don¡¯t even think about returning to Myanmar in this life. Hatred.  Seeds can only wither in a foreign country.¡±

    "As for these citizens, they are here to see how you repay your blood debt, because through our propaganda, you are already a heinous villain, a murderer, and a destroyer of the city's peace. If I don't kill you, the people will not be angry. As for my hands,  I am proud to be stained with the blood of you thugs. I will use these hands to make the sky in Myanmar calm and calm, because I follow the will of the people."

    "Also, you have robbed and looted a lot of property as a Burmese traitor. Thank you very much. The wealth you have accumulated for most of your life has become the wealth of us Chinese people and will be used to build a new Myanmar."  It has its due role! Therefore, your death is meaningless. Your name will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history. The next generation of Myanmar will only remember you as a historical sinner and traitor!"

    Tang Qiuli's words were heart-wrenching words, which made Chai Wengsong turn livid, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged. He glared at Tang Qiuli angrily, "pounced", spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and fell headlong.  He fell to the ground and passed out.

    Tang Qiuli said to a lieutenant next to him: "Lieutenant, don't let him die so quickly. Call the military doctor over. I want him to see and experience it with his own eyes."??The feeling of a bullet penetrating your own head!  "

    The lieutenant replied loudly and excitedly: "Yes, division commander! Execute the order immediately!" When Tang Qiuli turned around, a large group of reporters swarmed towards him after passing the security inspection.

    (To be continued)
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