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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the Southern Kingdom Chapter 126: Humiliation

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    Ten days later, Bimai.  Clover.  Jensen sat on the bench, waiting for his lunch.  His long legs and flaxen hair stood out in front of a group of Burmese porters.  As the only reporter stationed in Myanmar for the British "Daily Telegraph", he has been in this hot and rainy Southeast Asian country for almost six months, although he endures all kinds of things every day.  He was tortured by strange parasites from the East, but he was still motivated by the desire to obtain first-hand news information. You must know that just a few months ago, the current Prime Minister Mr. Gladstone read his speech in Parliament.  What could be more enticing to a rabid journalist than a story in the Daily Telegraph that led directly to the downfall of a former Prime Minister?  "Sir, your things are here!" A Burmese boy placed a wooden plate and a pottery bowl in front of Janson.  He looked at the contents on the plate and bowl: the plate was rice with some yellow-green viscous liquid poured on top, and some plant tubers and fish meat could be seen in it. The pottery bowl was filled with soup made from shrimps and seaweed.  Although he hasn't started eating yet, a pungent smell has penetrated into Jenson's nose.  He suppressed the doubts in his heart, stirred the plate with a spoon, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.  "It's so spicy, so spicy!" Jenson immediately jumped up from the bench. It was as if someone had set a fire in his cavity. He spit out the food in his mouth and opened his mouth to take a big breath.  The cool air reduces the burning sensation in the mouth.  "Hey, hey!" The young man next to him hurriedly brought the pottery bowl over. Jansen grabbed it and drank a few mouthfuls. After a while, he felt better, but there was still a faint burning sensation in his mouth.  The sensation was still reminding him how spicy the food on the plate really was.  "Bring me another plate of rice. I just want rice, not anything else!" Janson made gestures while explaining his request to the boy who was the waiter in half-baked Burmese. It took a while for the boy to be confused.  Puzzled, I took away the plate that I had only eaten one bite of. I clearly took the green curry that is the favorite of the locals. Why did this foreigner become like this after only one bite?  Jansen was eating plain white rice without any seasoning. Behind him came the whispers of other Burmese people. He didn't have to look back to imagine the eyes of those Burmese people who regarded him as an alien. At this time, he felt a little depressed. He was already in  I have been staying in this ghost place for almost a month. After careful research, I found that if the British Empire was about to have a large-scale conflict with the Chinese, this place must be the center of the battle, so I came here in advance, hoping to get the best chance.  Get first-hand information first.  But the question is, nothing has happened so far, and my body already stinks like the crocodiles in the swamp outside. Should I return to Yangon first, rest for a few days, and enjoy the life of a civilized person, and then go back to Yangon?  What are your next plans?  While Jenson was hesitating about his next move, a Burmese man rushed in from outside, shouting a few Burmese words, and the store suddenly became chaotic.  For a moment, Jenson couldn't quite understand what the other party meant, but judging from the looks of everyone, it seemed like something big had happened.  At this time, Jensen no longer cared about eating. He grabbed a Burmese man who was running by and asked loudly: "What happened?" But the Burmese man looked like he was in danger and shouted to Jensen several times in panic.  He couldn't understand the words, so he broke away and ran away. Janson caught a few other Burmese people, but they were also like this.  While Jensen was in a hurry, his arm was suddenly grabbed by a hand. When he looked back, it was the Burmese boy who served him the meal.  "Money, you have to pay!" The young man grabbed Janson's hand and shouted loudly.  Jensen looked around and saw the hotel owner and a few waiters trying their best to intercept the escaping guests. He shook his head, took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them to the young man, asking: "What is going on?  Why do they seem to be crazy?¡± The boy carefully checked the authenticity of the coins, raised his head and looked at Jenson with a strange look, and said, ¡°Are you British? Run away, the Chinese have already attacked.  Come here!" Without waiting for the Burmese boy to hand over the change, Jenson rushed out and saw two boats docked on the pier at the riverside less than two hundred meters away. They were wearing black military uniforms and carrying guns.  The soldiers in leggings were running down the gangplank of the ship.  On the river, you can see that the decks of many ships are crowded with soldiers waiting to go ashore. With a pair of sharp eyes honed from hunting rabbits in the woods of Wales as a boy, Jensen can clearly see one of the flat-bottomed gunboats.  He was holding a large flag embroidered with a golden dragon. It was the flag of the Chinese people.  "Damn it, the Chinese took action first!" Jenson cursed, and immediately became excited again. He had endured mosquitoes, bed bugs andIsn¡¯t the food you¡¯re afraid of just waiting for this moment to come?  Soon everyone in the civilized world, from Her Majesty the Queen to the workers of London's East End, will know that Clover.  Jensen's name.  It was he who brought first-hand news from Burma of the heroic battles between the British Empire and the barbarian armies.  Thinking of this, Jensen quickly ran back to the hotel, took out a paper and pen from his backpack, and started writing a text message. Then, he ran to the door and quickly drew a sketch with a pencil.  Then he put it all into an envelope and sealed it, then called the Burmese boy just now and asked: "Are you willing to earn some money? For example, five pennies?" "Of course, sir! But it must be with those who get it."  It has nothing to do with the Chinese gunmen, I don¡¯t want to die!¡± the Burmese boy replied vigilantly.  "Of course, you don't have to take any risks!" Jenson smiled and handed the envelope to the boy: "You take this envelope to the trading company with an elephant painted on the wall to the east for me, and they will give you five pennies.  "This envelope?" The Burmese boy looked at Jansen warily and replied after a moment of hesitation: "I can deliver the letter for you, but five pennies is not enough, I want ten!" "You little devil?"  !¡± Janson shook his head angrily: ¡°Eight pence at most!¡± ¡°Okay, give me the letter!¡± The boy extended his hand to Janson.  "The letter is fine, but the money is not. You can only get the money if you deliver the letter!" Jensen insisted. The young man reluctantly took the letter and ran eastward.  Jensen looked at the other party's leaving back, turned around and looked at the Chinese soldiers who were coming ashore, and murmured in his mouth: "It was a text message at first, now it should be an in-depth report!" Batu walked out of the cabin and took a deep breath.  He took a breath, and the cool air with a slight soot smell flowed into his nose, which immediately woke up his already groggy brain.  Batu looked in the direction of the pier and saw that the embankment was densely packed with soldiers from the army. Their black military uniforms and white leggings were very conspicuous. From a distance, they looked like a swarm of ants.  "So far, so good!" Batu asked without looking back.  "I tell you, your lord, everything went smoothly. A group of soldiers led by Zhang Qizhang have already landed and occupied the tax office and warehouse. There are almost no guards here. It is a complete vacuum zone!" "Yes!" Batu was satisfied.  He nodded, looked at the situation on the dock, and ordered: "I want to go ashore immediately, and ask the squadron to step up the blockade of the river and prohibit all ships from traveling downstream to prevent the news from leaking! Also, all the people in the city must be taken away."  The warehouses in the merchant house will be confiscated, as long as they are useful! " "Yes, sir!" Batu turned around and carefully climbed off the rope ladder. His heart rose with the rising and falling of the boat.  , the contents of the telegram received from Zao Guoquan a few days ago flashed in my mind: "Brother Batu: The British Chief Kitchener you captured has arrived in Mandalay. From his mouth, I learned that the British want Burma.  It has been decided, and the plan is huge. It is said in the art of war, "It is better to force others than to force others!"  It is the throat of middle and lower Burma. Our army takes this place first and forces it to attack before its bow is fully drawn. However, the British are a great country in the world. Their armor is sharp and their soldiers are refined. They are unparalleled in the world.  By nature, they are like snakes in the Changshan Mountains, greedy and insatiable. If they are allowed to occupy Burma, they will definitely gain access to Longwang and Shu. I fear that there will be no peace in the southern border of Dashun. We are the emperor's military ministers, and we are loyal to the emperor. Now we can only do our best to defend the enemy.  Outside the borders of the country, you should be clear in your heart!" He was only ten years old when he was in Guoquan, and he had heard of the name "Bu Tu Hou" when he first joined the army.  I know that this person is different from the nobles from Han Jing who only know how to play bitch and play sannyasin every day and enjoy the shadow of their ancestors. This person inherited his father's job and joined the army when he was young. He stayed in Annan for more than ten years and defeated  More than 10,000 French invading troops forced the French to vomit out a lot of half of Annan they had already eaten. There is a saying in China that "the south is morning and the north is high". Such a big shot showed in the message  Looking completely unsure, how could Batu, as a general, settle down.  When Batu came ashore, he was still worried. Suddenly he heard someone shouting: "Sir, I got a British craftsman!"  People are already prepared. Otherwise, as soon as they arrive in Biaimai, enemy spies appear, so they have to change their plans.  Thinking of this, Batu asked in a deep voice: "Bring it up!" "Yes, sir!" The officer gave a military salute and then retreated. After a while, two soldiers pushed a man who was tied up tightly.  When I came up, I saw that the man was tall and long-legged, with a head full of light yellow hair. He turned out to be a white man. Although he was tied up with a bunch of rags stuffed in his mouth, he was still struggling hard. If he hadn't been tied up, I'm afraid those two  All the soldiers in the army were helpless.?him.  ¡°Is this the British craftsman you are talking about?¡± Batu asked the officer who first reported the matter doubtfully.  "That's the man!" "Yes!" Batu nodded, a little confused in his heart, for no other reason than that, as a very experienced frontline commander, he knew very well how conspicuous a white man was in a place like Pyai.  , the appearance of such a person would probably immediately attract a large group of local people to watch, so how could he be a spy?  Not to mention the language barrier.  The British have occupied Yangon for almost decades. They could select a few Burmese or even Indians to send out, and the effect would be much better.  But before he was sure, Batu was not willing to express his attitude casually. He just whispered: "Take off the cloth from his mouth!"
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