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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 43 Chapter 43: Riot 1

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    Diok sat in front of the case, which was Meng Ji's position during his lifetime. After killing his old master, the many problems before Meng Ji did not disappear, but were all placed in front of Diok: Restore  The order within the city, how to deal with the loyal troops outside the city, and how to organize the new Burmese army.  Despite his shrewdness and ability, he only felt that his head was as big as a bucket and it was extremely difficult to handle.  ¡°My lord, this is bad!¡± A Burmese official ran in from the door and shouted to Diok.  "What happened? Did another soldier mutiny?" Diok grabbed the pistol in front of him and stood up.  Due to the previous riots, the New Army lost almost all its officers and most of its non-commissioned officers - because almost all of them were British or students of Burmese missionary schools, the New Army soldiers, who were almost all Buddhists, refused to accept their command and were temporarily appointed  The officers and non-commissioned officers simply did not have enough prestige and ability to restrain the new army soldiers, and various mutinies occurred almost every day.  "No, no!" The official was panting while holding a few cases. After a moment, he finally regained his breath and said: "The monk named Ne Win from the Mohe Bodhi Temple is dead. He was stabbed more than a dozen times. The citizens and monks are trying to  Carrying his body in the street! " "Ne Win? Dead?" Diok almost stumbled and almost fell back to the ground.  He naturally knew who Ne Win was. This monk who almost single-handedly forced Meng Ji to death (Diok naturally did not think that Meng Ji died because of himself) was now almost regarded as a saint by the people at the bottom of Bagan.  Worship, no matter where you go, you can often see poor people kneeling in the dust respectfully by the roadside.  Such a person was suddenly stabbed to death more than a dozen times, which was like a drop of cold water dropped into a hot pan of oil.  "Who did it? Who killed him?" Diok jumped up, but saw the official looking at him with a very strange look, as if he was the murderer, and couldn't help but said angrily: "You  Why are you looking at me? I didn¡¯t send someone to kill him!¡± ¡°Yes, you didn¡¯t send someone to kill him!¡± The official lowered his head quickly, but the meaning in his mouth was intriguing. Diok couldn¡¯t help but get angry and was about to speak loudly.  He cursed, but found that the attendants and guards on the side looked at him in a strange way, so he couldn't help but calm down.  When he thought about it carefully, he realized that as the person with the highest power in Bagan City, he had the best motive to kill Ne Win, a potentially unstable factor. However, the gods and Buddhas in the sky testified that he really did not send anyone to kill him.  Thinking of this, Diok couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "I really didn't kill him!" Six to seven hundred people had gathered in the square in front of the palace gate, and more people were gathering from all directions.  In the middle of the crowd, Song Shen stood on several sacks, with Ne Win's body lying beside him.  He bent down and picked up Ne Win's body, pointed at the wounds on the body and shouted loudly, "I am Master Ne Win's servant. Not long ago, we accompanied Master to the west of the city to do something. We are leaving  When passing through a small alley, there were several people kneeling on the ground and bowing to the Master. Just as the Master was passing by, those people suddenly rushed up and surrounded the Master. When we reacted.  , the master is already lying on the ground, like this!" At this point, Song Shen pulled off the white cloth wrapped around his right arm, revealing the bloody wound inside, and raised his arm high to show the crowd.  While watching, he shouted loudly: "This is the wound that was scratched by the dagger when I stopped the assassins!" "Who is the murderer? Who killed Master Ne Win!" Someone in the crowd asked loudly, which immediately caused a stir.  There was a chorus of responses. Song Shen carefully laid the body down again, stood up, and shouted loudly: "I was too nervous at the time. Those people covered their faces with black cloth, only two eyes were exposed. I didn't know  Who killed Master Ne Win? But after killing the devil Meng Ji, the master has been working hard for us poor people who have no land and no food. Just yesterday, he was still going to the palace regent to ask for it.  Open the granaries and distribute the food to the hungry, return the wealth that the devil has robbed from the poor to the poor, take the land from those who never cultivate it and give it to those who work in the fields-" "Revenge!"  Songcan's shout was interrupted by the shouts of the crowd. Most of the crowd were poor people who lost their land and wealth in this war. They left their homes and ran to Bagan City in order to find food.  and shelter, but the vast majority of them are unable to find these and live in hunger and humility.  Just like the proverb "there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people", in the eyes of these poor people, Ne Win was such a high monk who ran for their interests, but he was suddenly despicably assassinated.  Thinking of their tragic experience not long ago, everyone present immediately burst out with great power.  "Sir, it's too dangerous for you to pass like this. Why don't you send some troops before you pass!" A section of the square in front of the palace?, several officials were trying to dissuade Diok. At this time, there were already five or six thousand people in the square. It looked crowded and terrifying.  "Soldiers? How many soldiers do you need with so many people?" Diok sneered: "Besides, there are no soldiers you can trust now. When the time comes, if you shout, they will probably turn their guns and point them at us!" "Then what else?  Just close the palace door tightly and let them shout if they are tired and then disperse!" "Idiot, is this something that can be avoided?" Diok pointed at the official who just spoke, with a look of hatred.  He looked like: "If you don't take advantage of those guys to pull all the soldiers over, solve the problem quickly. When these mobs rush in, we will all die!" After saying that, Diok pushed away the officials and  Walk towards the crowd.  He pushed through the crowd.  He tried his best to squeeze towards the center where the speaker was. When he was almost at the center, he happened to see Song Can standing on a sandbag and loudly recalling Song Can's past good deeds. Infected by the atmosphere, the people nearby also changed.  Getting more and more excited.  Diok saw that the situation was not good. If he was allowed to continue to incite him like this, it would be too late after the critical point was passed.  Diok hurriedly shouted: "As far as I know, Master Ne Win did not go to the palace to discuss matters with the regent these two days as you said, on the contrary, he was praying for the dead creatures in his temple!  " Diok has a good voice and is close to Song Shen. Many people around him heard his voice. The place suddenly became silent. Song Shen knew something was wrong and hurriedly shouted: "You are lying, I  He is the master's servant. When I entered the city, I stood next to him. Many people saw it!  Upon seeing it, the crowd immediately responded with a chorus of response.  Diok suddenly became wise and said loudly: "Of course I know. You are not even a monk who has been ordained. How could the master have such a servant?" The crowd suddenly fell silent. It turned out that Burmese Buddhism was also very hierarchical at that time.  Generally, monks with profound Buddhist teachings and higher status are surrounded by educated monks or boys who have just been ordained. Songcan is just a farmer at the lowest level of society. He was regarded as a filthy existence at the time. How can he be qualified to be the eminent monk in his mouth?  Ne Win's servants (actually Ne Win's status in the temple was not high, so when they entered the city, Songshen and the others called themselves servants without arousing suspicion).  Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Shen quickly winked at the crowd, pointed at the speaker and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you slander Master Ne Win!" Song Shen's party members hiding in the crowd saw the look and quickly  He stood up to respond. At this time, a strong wind blew by, blowing open the robe on Diok's body, revealing the fine clothes underneath. Song was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted: "Sure enough, the person who spoke is from the palace gate.  What a bastard!" The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. People around Diok moved aside and tried to stay away from him.  Soon, only Diok and four or five officials were left alone, and the crowd was silent.  Suddenly someone shouted: "Murderer! "Murderer!  " "Murderer!  " The uniform shouts of thousands of people seemed to have an invisible pressure, which overwhelmed Diok and a few of his men. They instinctively leaned together, as if they could draw the strength to resist the pressure from other people.  But the coolness on their backs told everyone that their backs were soaked with cold sweat. Suddenly, a clod of soil flew out of the crowd and hit Diok hard on his right shoulder.  He was in pain. Seeing this, one of his subordinates quickly took out a revolver from his arms, pointed in the direction of the flying clods, and shouted loudly: "The dirt-like bitch actually threw clods of clods at His Excellency the Regent!  Diok knew he was going to suffer as soon as he heard this. Before he could explain, he heard a roar from the crowd, and raindrops of stones and soil were thrown towards them, beating them with bloody heads.  Several of his men took out their pistols and fired a few random shots, knocking down a few people. However, in the sea of ??thousands of people, this resistance was not even a small wave, and they were quickly scattered and pushed to the ground.  At this time, Diok felt like a small boat in the sea, being pulled and pushed by the arms around him. He didn't know about the self-defense pistol.  Where did he throw it? Angry shouts and hateful eyes crowded back from all sides, as if they were about to tear him apart. Diok was originally from the noblest part of Myanmar, and he had been in and out of the palace since he was a child.  The common people were like dirt to him in the past, and even one glance was too much. Now he felt the terrifying power of the people at the bottom. He felt that his mind went blank and his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.
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