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Volume Three: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Uprising 4

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    "Thank you for your grace, Lord Regent!" Zhang Qi saluted Diok, then turned around and ordered his soldiers to search the armory again to avoid missing anything.  When Diok saw the soldiers walking away, he asked in a low voice: "Master Zhang, the rebels are so rampant, do you think this armory can be defended?" When Zhang Qi heard this, he knew that Diok felt guilty at this time.  , I already have doubts about whether I can persist in the armory.  He hesitated for a moment, but he was deeply impressed by the amazing courage and sacrifice spirit of the insurrectionists along the way. Can the remaining hundreds of people really persevere?  There are countless such mobs in Bagan city!  Moreover, the message Mr. Chen sent to him outside the city told him to save Diok's life, and he could do everything else on his own. The meaning behind his words is really thought-provoking.  Thinking of this, Zhang Qi whispered: "Lord Regent, I still have more than a hundred soldiers. If there is enough food and water, there will be no problem in guarding the armory until noon tomorrow, but I'm afraid I won't dare to say anything after that!" "Tomorrow!  At noon?" Diok muttered, thought for a moment, and finally shook his head and smiled bitterly.  "I can't take such a risk. If the Shun army can enter the city tomorrow, then I can follow them into the city quickly; if they can't enter the city soon, it will be useless for me to stay in the city!" Diok turned around fiercely and said: "  Let's leave the city right away! As for these weapons!" He turned around and looked at the wooden box behind him, and then quickly replied: "Take as many as possible, blow up the rest, and don't leave them to the rebels!  "Yes, Lord Regent!" Song Shen ran with all his strength. At this time, his mind was blank, only echoing what the ghost shadow said to him not long ago.  Suddenly, he felt a pain in his foot, and he couldn't help but fall out. He rolled several times on the ground before he stopped.  After a while, Song Shen got up and looked around. He was alone in the dark alley. Suddenly, he fell to the ground and cried silently.  Suddenly, there was a violent vibration on the ground, and then there was an explosion in the air. Song Shen quickly raised his head and looked towards where the sound came from. He saw a ball of fire rising from the ground, making the night sky red. It was  Direction of the Armory.  "Ghost shadow!" Song Shen lowered his head in pain, rubbing his fingers on the rough ground, leaving red blood stains, as if this could reduce the pain in his heart.  Although when he escaped from the armory, he knew that the hope of survival for those who stayed was slim, but there was still a little thought deep in his heart, hoping that he was not the only one to survive, but this explosion had finally  This thought was also cut off. Apparently Guiying and the others used the last bit of strength in their lives to put up a desperate resistance.  I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but Song Shen got up from the ground, limped towards the depths of the alley, and soon disappeared into the darkness.  Yangon, British Consulate.  "Major Duncan, please tell me what is your mission as the detachment commander this time?" Gillings sat at the desk and asked seriously to the upright Duncan standing in front of him.  "Mr. Consul, my mission is to punish the arrogant Shun people accordingly, destroy their expeditionary force, force them to recognize the British Empire's rights and interests over the entire Kingdom of Burma, compensate the empire for its losses, and punish the parties involved!" "Very good!"  Gillings stood up, walked behind Duncan, suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and whispered: "Let me remind you, Major Duncan, shame can only be washed away with blood!" "Yes, Your Excellency, Consul!"  Duncan's muscles all over his body tightened immediately, and from Gillins's angle, he could just see the two veins on the back of his neck beating violently.  Listening to the heavy footsteps of Duncan leaving in the corridor, Gillings sighed and sat down on the seat behind the desk. At this time, he felt extremely tired. After writing letters to London and Calcutta, he  Invested in preparations for future punitive wars: sent envoys with diplomatic notes to the Shunguo Expeditionary Force attacking Bagan; extracted two battalions of infantry and corresponding artillery, engineers, and cavalry from the Yangon garrison.  A small task force; ordering enough shoes, medicines, tea, rum, and biscuits hard enough to kill people from local businessmen in Yangon and India. It is impossible to tell what they were before they were made.  of cured meat, these were prepared for the incoming Indian reinforcements.  For the British Empire, a war is not only a war, but also a business. Bankers, colonial officials, factory owners, grain merchants, shipyard owners, and military officers can all make profits from it. Among these Englishmen, the only unlucky one is  The ones who were directly involved in the war were the good boys (soldiers) of England. When the soldiers ate bacon that was old enough to be compared with their grandfathers, and wore ill-fitting shoes, they trekked in the jungle or the desert, risking their lives.  When the bullets rain down, the pockets of the above-mentioned beneficiaries will fly at a rapid pace.The speed increased, and the last ones to pay the bill were naturally the conquered Asians.  Isn¡¯t there an old saying in England?  ¡ª¡ª"Let these guys have bad luck! Who told them to lose?" Gillings was no exception. In England in 1885, wealth was the most obvious external manifestation of a person's noble status, greedily grabbing with one hand.  , and then use the other hand to give generously, this is the only way to climb up.  While serving the king, he also does not forget to do good for himself and his friends. This is the secret of a true British gentleman's success.  While Gillings was in the office calculating his possible profits, the door was suddenly pushed open heavily. He looked up and saw Howard.  Tessen rushed in from outside. Judging from his flushed face, he looked like an enraged wild boar.  A secretary hurriedly ran in and said to Gillings: "Mr. Consul, Mr. Theson rushed in without permission. I tried my best to stop him -" "Okay, you can go out first!" Gillings said to him.  The secretary gestured to the other party to close the door.  He stood up, stretched out his right hand to Teson with a smile, and said with a smile: "Mr. Teson, welcome!" "Put away that fake smile of yours, it will only make me sick!" Teson was rude.  interrupted Gillings, he put his hands on the desk angrily, leaned his upper body forward, and stared into Gillings's eyes. Their faces were so close that Gillings could feel  The hot breath exhaled from Teson's mouth.  "Excuse me, Mr. Theson, but I really don't know what made you so rude. I wonder if there is any misunderstanding among us!" "There is no misunderstanding! There is no misunderstanding!" Teson said: "You Judas,  You betrayed me and betrayed His Majesty the Marquis! You will be punished accordingly, I swear, you will!" "Your Majesty the Marquis?" Gillings was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the Marquis that Tessen was talking about was now.  The Prime Minister of the British Empire, the Marquess of Salisbury, couldn't help being stunned and replied: "I don't know what you mean!" Theson's appearance was calmer at this time: "Are you giving some to the House of Commons?  Did the congressman write to them about what happened in Myanmar? "Yes! They are all my father's friends. I hope they can support our war to punish the Chinese in the House of Commons!" "Very good!" Tesen suddenly laughed!  Standing up, the muscles of his jaw twisted with a frightening smile, like a devouring tiger: "You want them to support your war in the House of Commons to punish the Chinese? Well, look at how they support you.  !" At this point, Theson took out a few newspapers from the leather bag on his right hand and threw them in front of Gillings. If Arthur Balfour was in this office now, he would definitely recognize that these newspapers were not long ago.  The newspapers pointed out to him by the former Marquess of Salisbury.  Gillings picked up the newspapers and read them one by one, his face becoming increasingly ugly.  "Your letter became the best reason for Greyston's lackeys to bark at His Majesty the Marquis! They shouted 'shame' and 'Old England is crying' in every newspaper, seizing every opportunity to  Weakness goes hand in hand with the Marquis. You are betraying the Prime Minister!" Tessen yelled angrily: "Mr. Consul, you may be able to launch this war as you wish, but you will never get rid of this betrayal.  No benefit will be gained from it, absolutely!¡± Gillings looked at Theson in stunned silence. He had no idea that his behavior would have such a result. He himself has always been a conservative, both in terms of his family and himself.  Powerful friends are naturally Conservatives.  But the problem was that he had been in Burma all year round and did not really understand the political situation in England at that time.  Although the Marquess of Salisbury defeated the famous Liberal leader Greyston in his first government formation, he only took over as leader of the Conservative Party after the death of the great Disraeli and had not yet had time to establish enough power within the party.  Prestige, the victory of the election destroyed the fragile unity within the Conservative Party. Some Conservative MPs who were dissatisfied with the status of the Marquess of Salisbury actually conspired with Greyston, hoping to overthrow the Marquess of Salisbury.  , seizing the position of party leader, and there happened to be such a person among the people who received Gillings' letter. Gillings' letter was nothing less than a bombshell to them.  "Mr Theson, please listen to my explanation!" Gillings said dryly. He naturally knew the weight of what Theson just said. The Marquis of Salisbury was an old-school aristocratic politician who was very concerned about character.  He values ????very much, and superficiality, exaggeration, cleverness, and disloyalty will arouse his great disgust, which can be seen from his harsh comments about the French Emperor Napoleon III - "He is a hypocrite!" If you are painted by such a person,  The label of "traitor" basically means that it will be difficult for Gillings to get ahead in England's political circles.  "There is nothing to explain!"Mattson cut off the other party's excuse: "I will tell you the news now. Yes, because of your betrayal, the Prime Minister had to launch this war that should not have been launched, but as a traitor, you have nothing to lose from this war."  If you don't get any benefits, a person who takes your place has already set off from London. He is the Marquis's nephew, Mr. Arthur Balfour, and you will get on the next ship and return to London in despair.  This is the fate of traitors!" After Tessen finished speaking, he walked out of the door without looking back and slammed the door.  "It's over!" Gillings sat back in his seat. The thunderbolt of the Prime Minister's envoy just now completely defeated him. The goddess of fate who was smiling at him a second ago suddenly turned her face away. Jilin  Si now realized what Napoleon felt at that moment when he saw Bl¨¹cher's Prussian army on the battlefield of Waterloo.  All my efforts in Myanmar over the years have been in vain. It is conceivable that Mr. Arthur Balfour will get the support of the entire Indian garrison and the Far East Fleet to solve all problems neatly and beautifully, and he will  After being splashed with all the dirty water, I was rushed back to London to be "frozen". A mediocre career as a civil servant awaited me. I was afraid that I would spend the rest of my life as an ornithologist like my grandfather.
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