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Volume 4 Leviathan Chapter 56 Mercenaries Part 2

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    "Of course!" Chen Zaixing stood up with a smile: "The wedding between me and Her Majesty the Eldest Princess will be held after the rainy season. Give me an answer before then. Is there enough time?" At this point, he extended his right hand to the other party.  .  "That's enough, Mr. Chen!" Cindy quickly took hold of the other person's extended hand.  "Very good, if everything goes well, you will be the deputy captain of the security department of our company!" Chen Zaixing said with a smile.  "Thank you for your appreciation!" Cindy quickly bowed.  Ten minutes later, when Cindy and Simba had just walked out of the back door of the Colonel's Mansion, Simba, who had already been unable to restrain his anger, imitated his companion's tone in a sarcastic tone and said: "'Thank you for your appreciation!  "What an elegant gesture! I thought you were going to kneel down and lick the soles of the Chinese's feet!" "That's enough, Simba, do you know our situation? You, me, and more than a thousand companions?"  Our food, clothing, shelter, future, and life are all in the hands of that Mr. Chen. Isn¡¯t it right to show him some respect? ¡°Don¡¯t you hear what that guy wants from us?¡±  What they do is exactly the same as the British East India Company! " "Don't think that others are fools!" Cindy turned around fiercely, her eyes blazing with anger: "Simba, I am also a Punjabi, what do you know?  It's the East India Company. But what other choice do we have now? Our hands are already accustomed to knife handles and triggers, not to mention there is no land for us! And isn't this your favorite job?  Wearing military uniforms, riding on the back of a war horse or elephant, waving sabers and rifles, like a Sikh warrior, isn't this your favorite life? " "Yes, I don't hate fighting, but I am a Sikh warrior,  You can only serve the orthodox king, not become an accomplice of bandits!" Simba retorted angrily: "What Mr. Chen wants to do is no different from those British people hundreds of years ago." Cindy immediately retorted: "Orthodox.  King? Don¡¯t forget Aurangzeb (the sixth emperor of the Mughal Empire, who pushed the Mughal Empire to its largest territory, but his extreme Islamic policies intensified internal conflicts in India and executed Sikhs during his reign)  The leader of the religion, Dege Bahadur, aroused constant resistance from the Sikhs). He is an orthodox emperor, but he is also the most brutal bandit! "How dare you tease me!" Simba extended his hand angrily!  Towards the waist, there is the pride of Sikh men - a short sword.  "I'm just stating the facts!" Cindy replied with a sneer: "Maybe Mr. Chen is a robber, but he did not attempt to rob the Sikhs' wealth, and in a sense, he is also an orthodox king.  Don¡¯t forget, he is about to become the husband of Her Majesty the Princess Regent of the Kingdom of Myanmar, and he has the right to demand the power of the Kingdom!¡± Faced with Cindy¡¯s rebuttal, Simba¡¯s anger gradually calmed down, no matter how deep in his heart he was.  I hate Chen Zaixing's suggestion, but I have to admit that the future of myself and those more than a thousand unfortunate companions depends on the other person's thoughts. If they want to gain a foothold in a foreign country, they, the wanderers, must find a strong supporter.  From now on, the only one willing to extend a friendly hand to them is Chen Zaixing.  "Okay, I can reserve my personal opinion." Simba released his right hand from the hilt of the dagger: "But it doesn't mean that I will support you!" "Simba, my good brother!"  Cindy, who had calmed down, came over and reached out to hug the other person: "Please believe me, I am definitely not doing this for the position promised by Mr. Chen. All my wisdom and strength are for the future and happiness of my companions!"  In this regard, my personal interests and likes and dislikes are not important! " "Maybe you are right!" Simba was also infected by his companion's enthusiasm, lowered his proud head, and responded with warm hugs and kisses.  Companion, then the two Sikhs walked side by side to where they lived.  When Simba and Cindy disappeared from the end of the street, an ascetic came out of a side alley. The monk was in ragged clothes, with no shoes on his pitch-black feet, and a few inches of hair on his head.  Holding a wooden staff, the only thing that distinguishes him from a beggar is a string of polished rosary beads held in his right hand.  This ascetic was 1.70 meters tall, which was considered a tall man in Myanmar at that time. He looked at the direction in which Simba and Cindy were going, and walked towards the Burmese Colonel's Mansion.  This ascetic monk walked slowly along the side of the street. Myanmar mainly believes in Hinayana Buddhism and advocates self-liberation. It has great respect for such monks who practice hard. What's more, this monk's face has dark skin and wrinkles on his face.  The carvings on the knife are average, which shows that he practiced very hard.  When pedestrians saw the monk, they all moved out of the way and bowed to the side. Some even knelt on the ground and people in the shops on the roadsidePeople also brought out fruits and meals, and the monk bowed in return when someone saluted him. When someone gave alms, he took a small piece from the first family and put it in the cloth bag he carried with him and stopped taking it. When passersby saw that he was practicing so hard,  I couldn't help but respect him more and more.  The monk walked for a while, and not far ahead was the back door of the Burmese Protector's Mansion. Still more than ten meters away, there were four soldiers of the Shun Army standing guard, their rifles and bayonets shining sharply on their shoulders.  Pedestrians were still more than ten meters away before they took a detour and stayed away.  The monk stopped and looked blankly at the Shunjun sentry at the back door of Xiaowei Mansion.  At this time, four or five Burmese servants walked towards the back door with a soft sedan. They were still some distance away from the back door. The sentry stepped forward to check. A Burmese noble got off the soft sedan. The checking sentry quickly raised his hand.  Hands salute and let go.  The monk not far away couldn't help but trembled when he saw this, and quickly lowered his head and turned around to leave.  The monk had just taken two steps when two men dressed as Burmese suddenly walked out of the diagonal and blocked the way. He was startled. Before he could speak, he heard the other party ask in a deep voice: "Who are you, sneaky?"  What are you doing wandering around outside Xiaowei's Mansion?" The monk forced himself to calm down and defended in a deep voice: "I just happened to pass by this place, and I don't know what Xiaowei's Mansion is here, let alone what you are talking about.  "What do you mean?" "How dare you deny it!" Another man sneered, and casually opened the front of his coat, revealing the revolver stuck in his waist: "Come to the house with me, and give me some pepper water.  As soon as the whip is applied, I will call you whatever your ancestors were called!" The Burmese he spoke at this time had an obvious Shunren accent, and he was obviously a Shunjun secret agent who was secretly patrolling outside the house in disguise.  Seeing this, the monk knew that it would be unlucky to be detained by these two people, so he gritted his teeth and prepared to find an opportunity to escape.  At this time, someone behind him suddenly asked: "What's wrong? What's going on?" When the two spies took a look, it was the Burmese nobleman who had just arrived at the back door of the house who was speaking. It was Maung Kyi. This person was responsible for this period.  He has made great progress in the land redemption work. Both all walks of life in Myanmar and the Dashun side value him very much. They all agree that this person is one of the few capable talents among the Burmese nobles. Even Batu also respects him very much.  The leading spy quickly bowed to him and said respectfully: "Lord Maung Ji, this guy has been hanging around here for a long time. The two of us feel that he is acting suspiciously and are going to take him back for questioning!" Maung Ji frowned!  Frowning, he was planning to come to see Chen Zaixing today to discuss some matters, but he saw this just as he arrived at the door. Out of instinctive national pride, he was very disgusted with the arrest of Burmese monks in Mandalay, the capital of Myanmar.  .  So he said to the two spies: "We in Burma believe in Buddhism. As long as the monks have not committed major crimes of rebellion, the kings of all ages will forgive them. I saw it clearly just now. This monk just stood here for a while.  It¡¯s not a big mistake!¡± ¡°This!¡± Seeing Maung Ji trying to excuse him, the leading spy quickly said with a smile: ¡°Master Maung Ji, you don¡¯t know that the false king Meng Ji and the rebels have just been put down.  , there are still many remnants who have not been hunted down, and many of them are disguised as monks. Master Diok has issued strict orders. You would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. You are kind-hearted, but be careful of these.  The Yu Party is taking advantage of it!" Maung Kei was furious when he heard this: "Nonsense, Myanmar respects Buddhism. Even if the Yu Party is really a traitor, as long as it has a repentant heart, it will still provide a way out. How can it be reasonable to kill the good people too?  " Seeing that Maung Ji was angry, the spy did not dare to disobey him. He had no choice but to bow to Maung Ji and retreat in despair.  Maung Ji watched the two spies leaving, sighed, and said softly to the monk: "Master, I still have some things to deal with. Why don't you follow my entourage and wait outside the house for a while?  , I will send you out of the city after I finish my work! Otherwise, these two spies may not give up and come to harm you again after I leave!¡± The monk was very strange, his back was still facing Maung Ji, his shoulders trembling slightly.  He didn't even reply, but he seemed mute.  Maung Ji felt strange when he saw this and asked, "Master, turn around!" The monk hesitated for a moment, turned around, and looked directly at Maung Ji.  When Maung Ji saw the monk's face, his body trembled, as if he had been struck by lightning.  "Song Shen, why is it you?" "Yes, it's you." Song Shen's face was calm: "Long time no see, thank you so much this time!" Maang Ji suddenly woke up, he looked around,  He lowered his voice and asked: "You don't want your life. The city of Mandalay is full of Shunjun and Diok spies. They have already offered ten thousand taels of silver to buy your head. I don't know how many people want your life!"  "So what? My life is no longer my own!" Song Shen smiled slightly, as if the reward he mentioned just now was about someone else.  "It's better to be alive than dead!  "Maung Ji looked around. There were already some idle people pointing in this direction. He stamped his feet: "That's all. Let's wait until next time to see Chen Zaixing. It's too dangerous here. Get on my sedan and follow me.  Walk!  " Song Shen nodded, followed Mao Ji into the other party's soft sedan, and walked all the way. The people around him thought that this noble man had encountered a monk who was cultivating by chance, and invited him to go home to worship. They all gathered together and marveled. After a long time,  Disperse.
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