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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 39 Chapter 39: Death

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    "What, killed a monk? Shooting at petitioning monks and citizens?" Zhang Qi listened to the translation, his face changed slightly, he called Song Shen aside and asked in a low voice: "Listen to what the monk said, it seems that they are  The prestige in Bagan city seems to be very high. Is this really the case?¡± Song Shen heard clearly from the sidelines, and his face turned pale with fright at the shocking fact. He replied in a low voice: ¡°My lord, Myanmar is a Buddhist country.  He is a monk from the Mohe Bodhi Temple, which has a history of five to six hundred years. It is one of the most famous temples in Bagan and even in the entire Central Myanmar region. The king gives alms to the monks in the temple every year.  It is unprecedented for a master in a dead temple to shoot at a monk!" "That's what happened!" Zhang Qi nodded, thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to summon a soldier, and whispered.  After a few words, the soldier quickly ran towards the direction he came from.  Zhang Qi then turned around with an expression of indignation on his face: "I didn't expect that the false king was not only a traitor, but also dared to shoot at the eminent monks. This is simply too much. I have just sent people  Tell the Lord about the situation in the city. This guy must be captured alive and rectified to thank the world!" When Ne Win heard the translator translate the word "rectification", he quickly replied: "No, no, he belongs to the gods after all!  Although the descendants have violated the Buddha's law, they will only be imprisoned for a lifetime. If they spill the blood of the descendants of the gods, they will be punished by the Buddha!" ??Zhang Qi snorted coldly and cursed in his heart: "Pedantic!" But he said in his mouth: "  Well, this is what your majesties have decided after all. But after all, hearing is believing and seeing is believing. I have received the military order to investigate the military situation. If I can't reply back like this, why not lead me to Bagan City to see it.  Look good!" Nai Wen looked at Zhang Qi and the people behind him, and the friendly faces of his respected master and senior brothers appeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "That's fine, but your flattery is too conspicuous.  You have to pretend to be our slave!" "Everything is at the master's discretion!" The east gate of Bagan City is heavily guarded. There are several armed horses lying on the road. Dozens of Burmese soldiers with live ammunition are carrying and building parapets under the command of officers.  There were sandbags and wooden planks, and orders had been passed on. The enemy had occupied the dock less than fifteen kilometers away from Bagan and might appear at any time.  But what frightened the soldiers even more was the recent shooting of monks in the square in front of the palace. Those Indian soldiers with black cloth-covered heads opened fire on petitioning monks and citizens. It is said that the people killed were covered with pavements.  The whole square.  For these ordinary soldiers who believed deeply in Buddhism, shooting at the servants of the Buddha was like the sky falling. The fact that the shooters were Indian soldiers from afar made them even more aggrieved. A rumor was spreading among the soldiers.  Spread: Those Indian soldiers and foreigners with red hair and blue eyes are the servants of the devil. The king has been controlled by the devil. The king is about to order the destruction of all pagodas and temples in Bagan City and kill all the monks and citizens.  As an offering to the devil.  This rumor made the soldiers even more panicked.  At this time, a group of people came from a distance, led by three monks, followed by ordinary Burmese people dressed up, either picking or carrying dry firewood and grain.  Seeing this group of people, a Burmese officer and several soldiers came forward and saluted the three monks respectfully. The officer smiled and said, "Master, are you going into the city?" Ne Win's forehead  There was a thin layer of sweat on his face, but it was not because of heat, but because of nervousness. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried his best to answer in a normal tone: "Yes, I am a monk from Mohe Bodhi Temple."  "The ones behind are from Quse Village. They are giving alms to the temple. Please let them enter the city. They have to return to the village before dark. They are in a hurry." "It turns out they are the monks of Mohe Bodhi Temple."  "Master!" The officer looked a little more respectful. As a local in Bagan, he almost grew up listening to the bells of Mohe Bodhi Temple. He quickly turned around and shouted to the soldiers: "It's from Mohe Bodhi Temple."  "Master, please pull away the horse quickly and let the master enter the city!" The Burmese soldiers hurriedly pulled away the horse. Ne Win breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everything was going well, and then he felt a cold feeling in his vest. It turned out that he had been frightened just now.  Breaking out in a cold sweat, he couldn't help but pray to the Buddha in his heart: "Today, in order to avenge my master and brother, I lied and violated the precepts. After the deed is completed, Ne Win should be imprisoned in the backyard for three years and repent!" "stop  "With a loud shout, a British officer riding a war horse came towards us. He was still six or seven steps away. He jumped off the horse and shouted loudly, and the interpreter on the side translated it for him.  : "What's going on! Didn't I have an order that everyone should be strictly inspected? Who allowed you to let people into the city without inspection?" The Burmese officer quickly explained: "Mr. Second Lieutenant  , this is the respected master of Mohe Bodhi Temple, and the people behind are all giving alms to the villagers in the temple, no problem!¡±   After listening to the translation, the British official opened his eyes wide and shouted: "What a respected master, they are just unbelievers. These guys just gathered in front of the palace gate to cause trouble. Who knows if they will collude with the Shun people?"  Get up and inspect them even more!" The translators of the British official were all students from a missionary school. Unlike ordinary Burmese people, they all believed in Christianity and naturally had a disdain for Buddhism.  The filthy words spoken by the British officer were read over intact. All the Burmese people present, whether they were soldiers or monks, turned red in the face and became very angry.  The British colonial officer saw the Burmese soldiers standing there one by one, but did not carry out his orders. For this British colonial officer who had served in India for eleven years and was accustomed to tamed Indian soldiers,  These Burmese were no match for his three-year-old bulldog.  He lightly kicked his horse in the belly, came to the Burmese officer, and whipped the officer in the face, knocking him to the ground.  "If you disobey the officer's order, you will be relieved of your duties and given thirty lashes!" the British officer shouted loudly. Then he pointed at another Burmese soldier casually and shouted: "Now I appoint you to take his place and execute the order!"  ¡± All the Burmese people had expressions of humiliation and anger on their faces. The area near the city gate was like before a storm, calm and terrifying.  The British officer saw that no one was following his orders, and his face tanned by the subtropical sun had turned purple. He pulled out his pistol from his waist and was about to say something when a gunshot rang out.  The police officer turned his head in disbelief and saw a barefoot man dressed as a Burmese looking at him coldly. He was also holding a smoking revolver in his hand. He also wanted to say something.  What, but suddenly a sharp pain in his chest took away his strength. The British officer staggered twice on his horse, fell to the ground, and died.  The scene suddenly fell silent, and all the Burmese soldiers stared at the corpses and bodies lying on the ground with their eyes wide open.  At this time, a rustling sound broke the silence. The villagers carrying firewood and grain dropped the goods on their backs, pulled out rifles from the bundles of firewood, and pointed the muzzles at the Burmese soldiers among them.  "Ah!" The translator finally reacted, let out a scream, and ran away towards the city gate. Zhang Qi snorted disdainfully and made a gesture to Song Shen beside him, who followed understandingly.  He pulled out an ax from his waist and threw it at the translator. With a scream, the translator fell to the ground, and the ax was deeply embedded in his right thigh.  ¡°Spare my life¡ª¡± the translator had just shouted. Song Shen had already pulled out the axe, and cut off his throat and trachea with one blow, blocking the subsequent pleading into the trachea.  Song Shenhei had a stern look on his face, and with two axes, he chopped off the head of the translator, and then the head of the British officer. He grabbed two hairs from the head and brought them back.  The Burmese soldiers looked at Song Shen covered in blood in awe, and instinctively made way for him. Song Shen walked up to Ne Win, put the translator's head next to Ne Win's feet, knelt down on the ground, and kissed her devoutly.  The dust at Ne Win's feet.  Ne Win looked at Song Shen, not at a loss. Suddenly, a mysterious power surged out of his heart.  Naven bent down, reached out and stroked Song Shen's head, murmuring in his mouth.  The surrounding Burmese soldiers also knelt down and paid homage to Ne Win, who was standing in the middle.  Suddenly, Ne Win bent down and picked up the two heads, raised them high, and ignored the warm blood flowing down his arms, shouting loudly: "Kill the devil, drive out the foreigners!" "Kill the devil, drive out the foreigners!"  Foreign troops!" The surrounding Burmese soldiers responded in unison. Ne Win nodded slightly and lowered his right arm holding the head high. Two Burmese soldiers had already stepped forward to take the head and raised it above their heads with bayonets.  , go ahead.  Ne Win walked towards the city gate with slow steps, and the Burmese soldiers climbed up one after another and followed closely.  On the street, Ne Win was walking in front, and more and more Bagan citizens and monks joined him, chanting scriptures loudly, forming a torrent and rushing towards the palace.  As a group of people crossed the street, a row of roadblocks appeared in front of them, and behind them were the Myanmar New Army armed with live ammunition, blocking the way.  ¡°Stop, or we will shoot!¡± A shrill cry came from behind the roadblock.  But Ne Win turned a blind eye, closed his eyes slightly, recited scriptures loudly and walked straight over, followed by those who followed him.  When the British officer saw what was happening behind the roadblock, he hurriedly shouted to the soldiers: "Fire!" However, the Burmese soldiers under his command seemed to be deaf, and no one fired. The officer was furious when he saw this, pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired.  He wanted to shoot Ne Win at the front, but when he heard a shout, the Burmese soldiers turned their guns, dragged him off his horse, and beat him to death with their rifle butts. They then dragged away the barricade, knelt on the ground and worshiped Ne Win.  In the palace, Meng Ji was reviewing documents in front of several cases when he heard a rush of footsteps. When he looked up, he saw Diok rushing into the room quickly, with a look of panic on his face, and he was about to ask.  , but heard the other party say anxiously: "Your Majesty?, let¡¯s leave the palace soon, something bad is going to happen!  " "What's the matter, so anxious!  Meng Ji angrily threw his pen at several cases and said angrily: "The soldiers have entered the city?"  " "That's not true, but it's even worse!  Diok said: "It's the monks from Mohe Bodhi Temple who are making trouble. The citizens have followed and are coming towards the palace!"  " "A few mobs also scared you like this?  Meng Ji asked in annoyance: "You are sending troops to fight. This is going to disturb me. Haven't you seen how busy I am here?"  " "Your Majesty, go and take a look at the situation outside!  Diok said anxiously: "It is useless to mobilize troops. As soon as the soldiers of the new army saw the cassocks of those monks, they put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, following closely behind."  The British in the new army were hanged from trees on the roadside.  Your Majesty, we should never have fired at the petitioning monks in the first place!  "    "What?  Did the New Army soldiers defect?  Meng Ji's vision went dark when he heard this, and he almost sat down on the floor. He walked back and forth a few steps in the room, suddenly stopped and said: "Go to Mr. Duncan outside the city immediately and ask him to lead the British soldiers."  Come to the rescue. There are still several Gatling cannons in the palace, and the soldiers in the guard are all my relatives. They are relatively trustworthy. They should be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive!  " "Your Majesty!  "Diok did not carry out Meng Ji's order. A look of pain flashed across his face: "It can't be like this!  Those soldiers are all foreigners. Once they open fire, more than 10,000 pagodas and centuries-old Buddhist temples in Bagan will be soaked in the blood of Buddhists. At that time, you will be the biggest sinner in the world, and you will fall into depravity after death.  If you enter the animal realm, you will never be reincarnated. Buddhists throughout Myanmar will curse you and your family, and your name will also be cursed thousands of years later!  Without the blessing of Buddha, can you sit on the throne?  We¡¯d better leave Bagan as soon as possible, there will be another chance in the future!  "    "Shut up!  Meng Ji interrupted Diok's remonstrance with an angry shout: "I don't allow you to defend these thugs, what about hundreds of years of ancient temples and more than ten thousand pagodas."  If they do not respect me, the son of gods and the beloved son of Buddha, then they are devils, devils!  Even if they are wearing cassocks and have bare heads, they are still devils!  Diok, listen, go to the British right away. Not only will I kill all these devils, but I will also burn the Mohe Bodhi Temple on fire, and then sprinkle salt on it so that no grass will grow, so that people can see it.  Look at those who defy the king¡ª¡ª" "Bang!  "With the sound of a gunshot, Meng Ji's roar was interrupted. He covered the bullet hole in his chest and looked at Diok in front of him with disbelief - the muzzle of the pistol in his hand was flashing blue.  Yan. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I would rather commit the crime of regicide and fall into the realm of animals after death, than let you commit such a crime, which will bring shame to the name of your great ancestor!"  "After Diok whispered, he aimed at Meng Ji's chest and fired two more shots. The bullets fired at close range penetrated Meng Ji's chest. The huge impact made him take two steps back, and his back was already open.  Window. Meng Ji waved his arms twice in despair, as if trying to grab something, suddenly turned over and fell out of the three-story window.
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