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Volume Three: The Wind Rises in the Southern Kingdom Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Uprising 8

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    "Of course I'll give it to Song Shen, the mob leader!" Chen Zaixing had already finished writing his reply, and while drying his ink, he replied with a smile: "I will have people send some weapons to those big monasteries.  They temporarily stored it for us and took in high-ranking officers, thinking that the inside and outside would be harmonious. Then I would ask someone to tell Song Can the oath and the list of monasteries with weapons, so that Song Can would know what these so-called eminent monks had done behind his back.  Borrow his knife to clean up all the blood for us!" "What?" Batu's eyes widened in surprise. He was frightened by Chen Zaixing's plan. Chen Zaixing stood up and patted his companion comfortingly.  On his shoulder, he whispered: "Although we have an advantage militarily, we are foreigners after all, and we are weak. Compared with these Buddhist temples and nobles, they have hundreds or even thousands of years of foundation in Myanmar.  The whole body. So we have to let low-level people like Song Shen rise up, let them fight among themselves, and then we can clean up the mess, so that we can get twice the result with half the effort!" "Then you are not afraid that Song Shen will not be able to lose his power.  "No?" "Haha, people like Song Shen got their start by relying on the lowest level of the mob, and they are the same as Taiping Dao and Huang Chao. When they started, everyone was united and unstoppable; but with a little success, the leaders above them.  We are just greedy for comfort, and without that indomitable spirit, there is nothing left to do. If we don¡¯t beat these monks and noble gentlemen to pain, they will not follow us wholeheartedly!  If it doesn't work with the British, we will unite with the British and destroy them!" "How is this possible?" "What's wrong with that?" Chen Zaixing said with a smile: "The British have a saying;  There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Dashun and Britain are now at odds to compete for Myanmar's interests. But if Myanmar is strong enough to threaten the interests of both countries, the two countries can naturally put aside their old grudges and eliminate these.  It's better to keep fighting than to get nothing!" Batu thought for a while and finally sighed: "Oh! I really don't understand, forget it, everything will go according to your plan.  "By the way, how are you going to hand over the list and the oath to that Song Can?" "Just ask Zhang Qi to go to the city and hand it over directly to that Song Can!" Chen Zaixing saw Ba's puzzled look in his eyes.  Explained: "I will directly tell that Songshen that I will enter the city in five days. If he doesn't believe it, he can go to the temple and search to confirm whether the oath and the list are true or false?" "Would that Songshen know that?  Let the monastery go and unite with them to resist foreign enemies? " "Impossible. It would be possible if it were just Song Shen alone, but now he has a group of the most radical mobs, and they rely on their hatred of the old forces to connect him.  If we don't use the blood of the nobles and monks who colluded with us to quench the thirst of the mob, I'm afraid I have to use his own blood. Song Shen will definitely find this out, otherwise the mob will tell him with actual actions.  , but it¡¯s not that easy to get away then!  " Hearing this, Batu stood up silently, walked out, and closed the door. Chen Zaixing listened to the heavy footsteps gradually disappearing for a while, then lowered his head, and started writing quickly at his desk. That night, Samantabhadra  Then I received a personal reply from Chen Zaixing, who praised the paintings from the Yunnan-Guizhou Jiedu Envoy¡¯s Office in Dashun and went to protect Burma¡¯s military affairs. In the letter, Mr. Chen first warmly praised Master Puxian¡¯s foresight and courage, and said  They will definitely deploy troops as soon as possible to enter the city of Bagan and restore order to prevent the mob from infringing on the temple and citizens. Immediately, Mr. Chen expressed his concerns about the number of mobs, their weapons and equipment, and their organization. He hoped that the righteous people in the city would be there.  Finally, he euphemistically expressed his hope that the nobles and monks who supported them would leave their oaths and lists so that they could gather in the Puxian Monk's room to ask for help from Emperor Dashun and the King of Myanmar in the future.  After listening to the contents of the letter, the monks were all excited. Master Chen's attitude gave them great courage. Many of them began to talk about the possibility of receiving official positions and awards after the incident was completed. "Take the things."  come in!  " Following Samantabhadra's voice, a monk came in and placed a wooden box in front of everyone. When he opened it, he found twenty-five revolvers neatly placed inside, with a thick layer of yellow underneath.  Orange bullets. Everyone let out a burst of exclamation: "These are what Mr. Chen asked the messenger to bring back!"  Puxian whispered: "He said that the situation in the city is unpredictable. These bullets are for me to use for self-defense in case of emergencies. If I need more, please make a list and I will send them next time."  Bring back the messenger of the oath!  "    "Very good!  If you have a gun, you won¡¯t be afraid of these mobs anymore!  "Countless hands reached out to the wooden box at once, and pairs of hands that usually chanted Buddha's words and prayed for it?The firearm is made of steel, and its charitable face also shows a bit of ferocity.  Puxian looked at these familiar faces and couldn't help but sigh. A thought suddenly flashed in his mind: "Did I do something right or wrong this time?" "Master, let's get a few more, just in case something happens.  Even if something goes wrong, there will be someone to take care of you!" A voice interrupted Puxian's thoughts.  Pu Xian opened his eyes, and what he saw was the expressions of eagerness on the faces of several disciples.  He sighed in a low voice and said: "Hey, the world is changing. If a disaster strikes, what can these guns do to stop it? Maybe it is the source of the disaster." "Master is right!" Those few guns  The disciple saw that other people attending the meeting were holding one or two pistols in their hands, and some were busy loading the pistols. Everyone's face was full of contentment, and they felt a little itchy in their hearts.  Seeing their appearance, Puxian didn't know what they were thinking. He sighed, turned around and walked out.  When the disciples saw that their master had left, they looked at each other, and then rushed towards the companions who had two pistols, shouting: "You are so greedy, you have violated the precepts, and you still don't give me one."  !" He said and got into a fight.  Two days later, Zhang Qi carefully crossed a street, turned right, and walked to the end of an alley.  A simple two-story building appeared in front of him.  This old and decaying building can almost be used as a blueprint for historians to describe the slum buildings in Bagan at that time: the crumbling walls seem to be covered with hieroglyphics, and many parallel small cracks reveal strips of mud walls.  Horizontal or diagonal wood or straw.  Even the lightest vehicle passes in front of the house, and every piece of wood inside shakes in its tongue and groove.  The roof of this old building is triangular to prevent the house from being washed away by the abundant rainfall in the area; but years of wind and rain have caused the roof to become somewhat deformed.  The roof protruding three feet toward the street protected the steps from the rain. At this time, a Burmese soldier carrying a rifle was standing lazily at the door. There was a regular round hole in the wall beside him.  The owner had casually nailed a piece of wood inside, the result of a solid round fired during the recent mutiny, to block the prying eyes of curious eyes from the street.  On the roadside outside the door, dozens of local citizens in different colors were queuing up, waiting to be received by the owner of the house.  "Kabu, are you sure this is the place that the person who asked for directions told us before? Song Shen lives here?" Zhang Qi grabbed Kabu next to him, his face was slightly dark, and it was not difficult to hear in his deep voice  He was a little annoyed at this time.  "This, it should be here, I hope it won't go wrong!" Kabu's answer was also a little uncertain at this time.  The house in front of me is so dilapidated that even a decent Bagan citizen would be a little shabby.  Song Shen now controls thousands of New Army soldiers and has become the de facto master of Bagan City after Diok escaped from the city. How could he live in such a dilapidated and unsafe place?  "Hmph! Go over and ask. This is a major matter personally ordered by Mr. Chen. There must be no mistakes, otherwise, you and I will not be able to bear it!" Zhang Qi whispered, and Na Kabu nodded quickly.  He ran towards the house at a trot, asked a few people at the end of the queue, and then ran back quickly, his face full of joy.  "Sir, yes, Song Shen is in this room!" Kabu replied happily: "These citizens all have something to ask to see him. If you want to see him, you only need to line up outside.  You can go in and see him when it's your turn! " "Really? That's great!" Zhang Qi rubbed his hands happily and frowned as if he had something difficult to decide.  .  He took out two silver coins from his arms and said to Kabu: "Go and tell the sentry that we are in an emergency and let us go to the front. These are his." After that, he took the two silver coins.  Give the silver coin to Kabu.  Kabu hurriedly ran back to the sentry and whispered a few words. The sentry looked at Zhang Qi who was standing not far away, weighed the silver coins in his hand twice, stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers.  He gestured to Kabu.  Kabu nodded to him repeatedly, and then ran back to Zhang Qi and said, "Sir, that guy wants five yuan!" "Humph, you greedy guy, just give him five yuan!" Zhang Qi sneered, walked over, and walked over.  He took out three more silver coins from his pocket and placed them in the sentry's hands.  The sentry weighed the silver coins in his hand, and after confirming that they were not counterfeit money, he walked up to the first few citizens and said a few words. The citizens in line stepped back a few steps, and then the sentry pointed to the front position.  Zhang Qi shouted.  Only then did Zhang Qi reach the front position.  After a few minutes, the door opened and a citizen came out. The sentry shouted to Zhang Qi and pointed to the open door. Zhang Qi walked into the door knowingly.  As soon as he entered the door, two soldiers came over and searched him. After finding no weapons, they led him up to the second floor and walked to the nearest staircase.In a house in ??.  There is a man sitting behind the desk facing the door, it is Song Can.
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