"These damn Chinese are a bunch of crazy dogs. Sean, call Captain Ive right away and ask him to come over and assist us and stop these damn mobs."

Director Reel has long forgotten that the anger of these Chinese people was caused by his order to severely beat two Chinese youths. In his view, any behavior that disrupts order is against the Free French government and the British Commonwealth behind it.

As for the anger of the Chinese, these are not things Reel wants to consider.

He is just a director, and his job is to manage these damn Chinese and Vietnamese, not to command the army.

"Sean, if they dare to charge over, use the weapons in your hands to hit them back hard."

Lying on the door, I looked at the angry Chinese people below. If they didn’t have sticks in their hands, how could they be civilians? This was simply a riot.

France is not what it used to be, and Reuel knows this very well. If it were in the past, he would not hesitate to take out the only pistol in the police station and hit those damn Chinese hard.

Today, the provisional French government in the country has long been unable to care about the Far East, and the politics of the Far East has become the domain of the Free French government under the leadership of General de Gaulle, making this director extremely angry.

Both the Free French Government and the French Provisional Government were far away from him, but the mob was very close to him.

“Ten years ago, if I met these damn thugs, I would beat them to death. Five years ago, if I met these damn thugs, I would beat them half to death. Three years ago, if I met these thugs, I would not hesitate.

The underground people ordered the boys to teach them a lesson with the batons in their hands. But now, perhaps we can only effectively deter them."

With a bang, Reel shook his head and threw away all the complicated imaginations in his mind, because a glass bottle was thrown into the door and only missed hitting Reel's head.

Guys, teach these damn mobs a lesson."

Reel, who was still in shock, saw the huge beer bottle smashed to the ground and shattered into glass shards all over the floor. He was so angry that he shouted loudly downstairs.

Looking in the direction of the garrison from his position, he seemed to be able to see French soldiers approaching.

I saw the French police, Indian patrolmen, and gathered Vietnamese downstairs, carrying sticks and rushing towards the protesting Chinese. More and more Vietnamese came from other places.

Beating the Chinese, especially beating the Chinese with the acquiescence of the French, is what the Vietnamese like to do most. Only then will they feel that they are so powerful and the Chinese are nothing, because the colonial master

They stand on their side.

When the Chinese saw that these Japs were about to attack, they were naturally prepared. Although sharp-eyed people could already see the French soldiers on the corner of the street in the distance, it did not prevent them from fighting first. According to previous practice, the French

People can't shoot.

What no one noticed was that a Chinese man who rushed to the front had a crescent-shaped scar on his forehead and a solid wooden stick in his hand, swinging it in a circle, aiming at the French patrolman or the Indian patrolman to greet him.

He looked middle-aged, but he was actually very strong and agile. With a few moves, he was extremely agile. In the blink of an eye, he brought down two French policemen and three Indian policemen.

Seeing how fierce this peon was, the French, Indians, and even the Vietnamese next to him began to surround him. When the Chinese next to him saw him, they naturally rushed over to help, and they became a group in an instant.

"Oh, God, is this an uprising?"

When the French troops in the distance saw this situation, a large-scale scene was actually taking place in front of the police station. They immediately became nervous and almost subconsciously took off the rifles on their backs.

At this time, about a platoon of French soldiers were still more than 200 meters away from the entrance of the police station. From being careless at first to running quickly now, these French soldiers who had returned home also realized the seriousness of the problem.

The Free French government led by de Gaulle was relatively strict with the military. After all, the French army in Vietnam, after gathering several other less important colonial elite French troops, was the last force of the Free French government.

However, neither the Chinese, nor Chief Reier, nor those who made a group saw that on the highest three-story building in the neighborhood opposite the police station, there was a young man wearing sunglasses standing in the corner.

.

This young man was wearing an ordinary security training uniform without military rank or markings. His gaze seemed to have passed through the street, passed through the hundreds of people, and landed directly on the most conspicuous person in the front.

At that moment, the middle-aged man who was being besieged seemed to feel something. Taking advantage of the air attack of the fight, he braced his horse, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and slashed with his sword, just avoiding the two people in front of him.

an opponent.

He raised his head and seemed to see the young man standing in the corner on the roof of the building in the direction of the sun.

call!

The young man upstairs took a long breath and suddenly raised his lowered hands. He actually held an ordinary old-fashioned single-shot rifle in his hands. He had almost no aim at all, and relied on his instinctive gun sense.

It was a shot aimed at the middle-aged peon.

"Bang!!"

A violent gunshot woke everyone up. No one knew who fired the gun. They stopped subconsciously and looked in the direction of the gunshot. At the end of their field of vision, they happened to be that team.

French soldiers holding rifles.

Except for the middle-aged man who was lying in a pool of blood, no one saw the young man standing in the direction of the afternoon sun and disappeared in a flash from the top of the building.

From the time he came out of the corner, to picking up the rifle and shooting, to dodging, the whole process took less than five seconds, a quick comparison.

Everyone panicked instantly, except the French who were at a loss.

"The French devils have opened fire. If a hero doesn't suffer the immediate consequences, let's run away..."

I don't know who shouted, and the Chinese who were originally prepared to fight with the group of French soldiers immediately fled with the large group of people. Several young Chinese with strong skills did not forget to lift the middle-aged hard worker who was lying in a pool of blood.

, ran away in a flash, and the French soldiers did not even have time to fire a warning shot.

The only people left at the scene were the stunned French and Indians, and even the Vietnamese were scared away.

The French soldiers looked at each other, staring at the guns in each other's hands, wondering if they had heard anyone in the team fire a gun. Looking around again, the original few pedestrians had already been scared away.

Yes, nothing unusual.

From their angle, they could barely see anything unusual on the roof of the building opposite.

At the same time, someone happened to see a magical scene on the other side, a Chinese child with sour candy in his mouth, who was so shocked that he even forgot to chew it.

Looking from his angle, he saw a young man sliding down from a height of three stories, along a smooth thing.

"Mom, fly, fly..."

The child's mother looked around and saw only a thin wire swinging in the air, but she didn't see anything unusual.

…

At four o'clock in the afternoon on October 29th, Hanking.

"...Chairman of the Generalissimo, the French troops stationed in Lao Cai, Vietnam, brazenly opened fire on our Chinese compatriots at three o'clock in the afternoon local time, causing an extremely vicious and bloody incident..."

Zhang Shusheng listened to the report silently, but Mao Yunxian did not see any surprise on the chairman's face. For a long time, he only heard him say, "Convene an emergency meeting at the base camp immediately."

"Yes, Chairman."

Mao Yun put aside his doubts and quickly went out to inform and prepare an emergency meeting at the base camp.

As soon as he left, Zhang Shusheng took out the action report that he had read for the last time yesterday from the drawer. After a long silence, he picked up his pen and signed a few words on it. He could vaguely see that it read: "Everything must be done"

Provide all possible treatment to ensure the safety of comrades in action, and provide generous comfort...

Putting down his pen, Zhang Shusheng closed his eyes slightly, and the scene in Vietnam flashed before his eyes as if he were witnessing the scene himself.

"It seems like one thing, but in fact, from today on, the Republic's external expansion has officially begun."
Chapter completed!