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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 124: Interrogation

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    "Hmph! What you said is right, but that is a matter in the future, and people in the future will have to worry about it. But this is a matter now, but it falls on me, an outsider. How can it be said?" Batu  He replied angrily, his meaning was very clear, maybe Song Shen would cause more trouble in the future, but he might not be in Myanmar at that time, so of course it was none of his business, but now he had to worry about it, of course  It's quite different.  "Haha, sir, it's your fault to say so! Although China and Myanmar are called two countries, they are actually one. You have laid telegraph lines here, measured waterways, and done so many long-term things. Is it true?  Isn't it for long-term preparation?" "This?" Batu was stunned. He and Chen Zaixing had already tacitly understood that after defeating the British invasion, the Shun army would definitely not leave, and most of the rest of his life would be lost.  It's here, but it hasn't been exposed on the surface, but I didn't expect to be torn apart by Diok, a Burmese, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.  Diok took a step forward and laughed in a low voice: "Sir, although there are many thieves, there is no such prestigious canal leader as Song Shen among them. As long as you show your power to them and make them known to you, it is actually not difficult to deal with them."  ! Nowadays, people in Myanmar are in panic, and the nobles are worried that the king will violate their own interests in order to please the farmers? If the adults can calm down the chaos, the nobles will naturally know who is the Dinghaishen in Myanmar." Batu listened to Dio!  Ke's words reminded me of what Chen Zaixing once said to himself: "If we want to gain a foothold in Myanmar, we must uproot everything in Myanmar, whether it is nobles, monks, village communities, or kings.  Our enemies, and these rioting farmers are the best tools in our hands, they are like fire, burning everything on the ground, leaving fertile soil just for growing our crops." According to Chen Zaixing, now I am.  You only need to ensure that the military camp and the connection with Mandalay are intact, and you can just watch other matters with a cold shoulder. But if you do this, will all the nobles be driven to the British side like last time?  That would be bad.  When Batu was in a dilemma, an officer suddenly came in from outside, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.  Batu's expression immediately changed drastically, and he whispered to Diok: "There is an urgent military situation. I want to go and see it immediately. I will leave you to take care of the bandit soldiers!" After that, without waiting for Diok's reply,  Then he rushed out the door without thinking about himself.  Looking at Batu's leaving figure, Diok whispered thoughtfully: "What is so urgent? Could it be that the British are calling again?" Kitchener sat up from the bed, with the stain on his cheek  The bruises have not faded yet, they are the marks left by the physical fighting when he was captured five days ago, but the pain in his ribs is much less.  A doctor in a robe was turning his back to him, washing his hands in the basin.  This doctor had just examined his rib fracture. Although Zhang Qi had already asked the army doctor to pick up his bones on the "Thames", he had just returned to the military camp in Bagan when a more experienced doctor was immediately there.  The sprain doctor examined Kitchener's rib injury to make sure he was receiving proper care.  However, Kitchener is not happy about receiving good treatment. This can only represent one possibility - the Chinese people already know his identity quite well, at least they have understood that he is not a British official traveling on his own. If  The various documents and maps in their wallets also fell into their hands, and their true identities and the British team's next combat plan were about to come out.  Although Kitchener used some codes in his notebook that he only understood, he did not think that this simple secret method could hide from those cunning yellow-skinned monkeys.  Thinking of this, Kitchener deeply regretted why he had not thrown these precious information into the Irrawaddy River that night.  The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the soldiers and doctors inside the room immediately stood up straight and saluted the young man about thirty years old who came in.  Although Kitchener still couldn't understand what they said, it was not difficult to guess that the young man who came in had a high status in the enemy's army, and might even be the top commander of the Shun Army stationed in Bagan - that  Batu, the young cis**man who defeated Duncan a few months ago.  Batu looked at the prisoner in front of him for a while. The white gauze on his head and the bruises on his face that had not receded made him look a little funny, but his expression was calm and he looked at himself calmly. There was no trace of any of the prisoner's traits.  Frightened and uneasy, it was obvious that the man in front of him was the kind of real soldier who was used to being around danger and had no fear of death. Against such an enemy, those little tricks were of no use.  "Colonel Kitchener!" Batu made a gesture to signal the guard to retreat, and said in English with a slight accent: "I am very happy to meet you, the hero of Khartoum. I am very grateful for your expedition in Sudan two years ago.  I deeply admire the preparation, it is a masterpiece of military scholarship!" "Thank you for your praise!"Na replied coldly: "If God allows it, the British Empire's third expedition to Burma will not be worse than that one. But since the God of fate is on your side and has put me in your hands, I will also  He will face God's arrangements calmly like a true gentleman!" Batu smiled slightly and ignored the thorns in Kitchener's words. As a winner, he had enough courage to be tolerant in front of a prisoner.  Batu made a gesture, and the guard behind him brought a leather bag. Batu opened the bag, took out a notebook and a bunch of maps, waved it in front of Kitchener, put it on the table beside him, and asked in a low voice  "Colonel, are these all your things?" Kitchener closed his eyes and did not answer.  Batu smiled slightly and whispered: "I have already read the plan inside. It is an excellent plan. It is simple and rigorous. It takes into account many details and has amazing operability. If it hadn't been written on it, you  "I simply doubt that this is the work of an outstanding military officer who has served in Myanmar for many years." Kitchener sneered and replied, "If I'm not wrong, you should be Batu! You braved the rainy season to cross."  The march on the rugged road from Lashio to Mandalay was also a masterpiece. In fact, you don¡¯t need to compliment me like this. As a soldier, you should know that all great military plans have a common feature, that is, surprise.  No matter how perfect my plan is, now that you know it, it¡¯s worthless!¡± ¡°Okay, very good!¡± Batu looked at Kitchener with admiration and smiled: ¡°  God bless me, China! "Come here, send Colonel Kitchener down, take good care of him, don't neglect him!"  ¡± Like most villages in Central Myanmar, Jimao Village has a hillock behind the village as a public cemetery. Whenever a member of the village ends his life, the villagers will solemnly carry the body of the compatriot to the cemetery.  On the hill, prepare a shelter for him next to the tomb of his ancestors. For these simple farmers, there are three kinds of people in the village: the living, the dead, and the unborn. They are a whole.  , even death cannot separate them, and this hill is a very sacred place for all the villagers. The trees on it cannot be harvested, so they grow particularly lush, especially the teak tree on the top of the hill.  It is as tall as a canopy, and the area covered by the tree canopy is almost half an acre of land. The villagers believe that the souls of their ancestors have resided in this big tree. If there is a difficult matter that cannot be solved, the villagers will kneel down and worship under the tree.  By praying, you can hear the words of the ancestors' spirits, solve their problems, and guide them in the direction of progress. During the war in 1885, like many villages outside Bagan, the villagers of Jimao Village suffered a tragic fate.  The villagers of Jimao Village were conscripted into the army by Meng Ji, and the remaining villagers also fled their homes to avoid endless labor and taxes. However, when the war subsided, the villagers of Jimao Village did not return to their homes. Maybe they died.  , maybe they found a better way out, and the village became an abandoned place. Only the trees on the hill behind the village were still lush and lush, and they seemed to be protected by the souls of the villagers' ancestors.  Destruction of war. Under the noon sun, a young man ran along the bushes in front of Jimao Village, hunched over and quickly ran towards the hill behind the village. This man moved very alertly. When he reached the foot of the hill,  At this time, he looked back to see if there was anyone following him. When he confirmed that no one was following him, he picked a leaf from the side, put it in his mouth and made two sharp whistles, and soon the bushes on the hillside were standing there.  Two men with rifles stood up "Green Peacock!"  I came from the leader of Liba!  "The man said the password. The sentry nodded seriously, made a gesture for him to go up, and whispered: "Well, go up quickly, you are the only one left. The two leaders, Gray Eyes and Earth Walker, are on top.  It¡¯s been a long time coming!  "The man quickly ran to the top of the hill and saw that there were already people sitting under the largest pomelo tree. At a rough calculation, there were only forty or fifty people. There were two people sitting on the bluestone under the tree.  It was Earth Walker and Gray Eyes. Unlike usual, everyone was silent, as if waiting for some extremely important news to be announced. When they heard the footsteps, dozens of eyes were cast on the man.  A layer of cold sweat broke out immediately. ¡°Just find a place to sit down, I¡¯ll be waiting for you!  "The Earth Walker said in a deep voice. When the man found a place to sit down, he said in a deep voice: "We have gathered everyone together today for a big event!  "At this point, he paused and said loudly: "Eight days ago, the general of the Shun Army invited the leader of Song Shen to participate in a negotiation. After that, the leader did not come back!  " A burst of exclamations immediately erupted from the crowd. These people had just learned the news and shouted loudly: "What?  ""How could this happen?" "Earth Walker, why did you just say it now!" "Quiet! They are talking one by one. Who can hear clearly in such a noise?" Gray Eyes, who was sitting next to Earth Walker, stood up. He was usually very quiet.  He spoke less, but as a military commander, his majesty was even greater. When everyone saw him speaking, they all sat down.
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