A team of more than 100 people appeared on the boulevard, which actually defeated so many young locals. They were shouted by the roar of the small team. These Chinese seemed to have turned into furious lions, and some people protected them! Some people announced that they would protect them and fight for their lives! Listen to what they were saying, as long as they persist, there would be a general Wen to save them?

How is that possible? Many locals know that the Chinese team is being watched by the government forces. They will definitely not be able to get out. What generals are there? That's not a big joke? It must be the Chinese people who are watching the tiger!

No, you can't let these Chinese resist. You have to beat them back and let them know that they are really slaves to locals. Do you want to make a fortune? Just go and rob these Chinese. Do you want women? There are beautiful girls and ladies in the Chinese!

At this time, the fight between the two sides was almost crazy. In order to survive, the Chinese mustered up the courage to fight unyieldingly against injustice and destiny for the first time, led by young people like Fang Zhijun and Tang Hu.

There were fierce fighting everywhere. Men used sticks, stones, women used hairpins, and teeth to entangle these indigenous thugs. Fang Zhijun led more than a hundred soldiers from the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade, which was the center of the fight. They were like stubborn stones in the sea, firmly guarding outside the door of Chaozhou Mansion. If the fierce-looking local indigenous people were frantically desperate, they would not take a step back.

The wooden sticks in their hands were broken, the Balang sword they stolen was cut and broken, and there were even more injuries on their bodies. I don’t know how much blood had been spilled on them, but the soldiers were already numb, and they couldn’t know whether the blood was the enemy or their own.

No matter how fierce the natives in front of them rushed over, they were roaring like thunder, and they gritted their teeth and fought to the death without hesitation. Everyone remembered what Wen Feng said before he left:

"Keep the Chaozhou Guild Hall! For the sake of the Chinese people and our relatives, we must sacrifice our lives! If you want to strengthen the country and the army and let our nation truly rise, you must never give up any of our compatriots. They are also part of us. We must share the same hatred of the enemy. If there is oppression from the enemy, we must fight the enemy back!!"

"Stick, hold on, no matter what. When I come over, I will definitely rescue you!"

Now it is the most critical time. Keeping the Chaozhou Guild Hall and waiting for the captain to bring the army to come, this has become the only thinking in the mind of every Hurricane Special Forces Brigade. They will never give up. This is the style of the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade's resolute execution of orders, and it is also the responsibility they must bear as part of the Chinese.

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In the fields, in the rubber forests, and in the tobacco forests, there are Chinese people running away everywhere, carrying packages of all sizes, holding the elderly and the young, and running towards the place with disheveled hair. There is Chaozhou Mansion here, and there is also a wall of people like cast iron, which can be stormy waves but still stand still.

The human wall was like an iron gate that blocked the beasts outside. Seeing this human wall, the Chinese people finally found their home like wounded children. They rushed over and entered the temporary shelter with their eyes and tears.

This human wall was composed of soldiers led by Fang Zhijun and passionate young people from the Chinese. Behind the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade, there was the gate of the Chaozhou Guild Hall. Because in front of them were these passionate men who were helping them with their final resistance, the gate of the Guild Hall was not closed.

The beautiful woman stood at the entrance of the guild hall. Her rosy lips had been bitten white. From time to time, there were even stones from thugs flying towards her and landed beside her. But she was fearless and seemed to ignore all this. What spirit and strength made this young and beautiful woman have such courage and strength?

"Come on, everyone search in the guild hall and carry all the weapons that can be used in the guild hall!"

Tang Feng stood at the door and directed the Chinese ladies who seemed to be powerless on weekdays. At this time when everyone was united, Chinese women could also support half of the sky in such a battle. Many young women who had finally avoided the thugs fled here. Then they saw Fang Zhijun and Tang Hu who were fighting bravely. Then they saw Tang Feng commanding at the gate of the guild hall, and they rushed over without hesitation.

"Is there a pot lid? The most...it's best to be a big iron one, and it's taken to the heroes fighting in front of you. This thing is a shield, which can make them suffer less injuries, and there's a kitchen knife... it's a weapon to kill people, so that our people can kill two more beasts!"

"Quick... take it down. He is injured. Are you still... still suffering from spraying medicine? Apply it to him, it is best to rub it hard to disperse the blood..."

"Hemostatic medicine, hurry up... and stop bleeding... Is there any gauze? Go and boil some with hot water. There is a quilt upstairs to tear it as gauze and disinfect it with hot water!"

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The Chinese in Nanyang have never worked together like today. As long as they can still move, they watched the young men fighting the beasts that came in front of them, and when they saw these delicate women rolling up their sleeves and fighting, all the men, regardless of age, rushed forward with red eyes and holding everything that could be used as weapons from the guild. As long as there were men in the mansion, except those who could no longer walk, from millionaires to peddlers and pawns, they all rushed up fearlessly.

And those women were not idle either. Under the leadership of young girls such as Tang Feng, some took care of the wounded, some prepared medicine, some boiled hot water and sour wine, and some strong women smashed all the stones thrown by the beasts back by nature. Listening to the beasts in the distance screaming and bursting out blood under their attacks, they seemed to feel the greatest satisfaction. As long as they have the courage to resist, they can kill the enemy and make the enemy tremble under their courage!

From the Tang Building to the Boulevard to Chaozhou Mansion, the whole line was chaotic, with smoke from smoke pillars everywhere, and screams and screams could be heard around, beast-like atrocities, and the most primitive bloody tear, exposing the ugliest side of mankind under the night sky.

"Father, the Hongqi stopped moving forward. It...it stopped in the city, but...but it did not fall! But...but there is Hun Sen there, there, the Hongqi has been there for more than half an hour. What should we do?!"

Tang Muhua was also on the lookout building. He clenched his fists and stood there motionlessly. This middle-aged man who didn't usually talk much, looked at the passionate blood at the door of the mansion with a deep look, and stared at the five-star red flag in the Phnom Penh City in the distance.

Are Chinese destined to suffer the same fate as Java in Cambodia? No matter how much struggle or how hard it is, no matter how much wealth you earn, it will be just such an end? Will that vicious curse really never be lifted?

No, the five-star red flag is hope. Even if he arrives in the land of Nanyang, he has lived here for several generations. However, he has never had a strong sense of belonging to this land. The people here and the countries here have never agreed with him. However, when this five-star red flag appears at the high altitude of Phnom Penh, it has never been so fascinated. He knows that as long as the red flag arrives here, everything will be different, but can she really come in a hurry? Tang Muhua really has no confidence.

"Is this really the life of our Nanyang Chinese? Is it really a curse of abandoning our motherland? Why can't we escape this vicious circle!"

Listening to the sound of fighting and fighting outside the mansion getting closer and louder, the old patriarch of Tang Hanmin sat behind Tang Muhua in danger. The chair he often used had been moved to the corridor of the Tang Building. The old man looked at everything cruel in front of him with a blue face, and his old face was almost twisted into a ball.

In Indonesia and Malaysia, Tang Hanmin fought and worked hard when he was young, but he never succeeded. The repeated blows made him exhausted and even desperate. If he had not seen the young Chinese want to take the path he had once walked again and without any guidance, he would have never even thought of coming out again.

But so what if you come out? The curse of fate is so ruthless that it makes people desperate. Even the Nanyang territory like Cambodia, which has never had a Chinese massacre, will have such an outrageous beastly act. Does this mean that the Chinese should accept this fate? The fate of being enslaved by alien races? When I think of this, the old man is really unwilling to accept this fate! No one will be willing to accept such a fate!

"I... I knew that we Chinese cannot stand out, and we will be rewarded if we stand out. Let's make a fuss, let's make a fuss... At this time, who will still care about us, we have already become disappointed!"

The red flag did not move forward anymore. Could it be a shameful political affair? This was the case in the Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and the New China, and the young Chinese official came today, perhaps the soup was still not changed. These people are just not worthy of trust. Tang Hanmin lowered his head in pain, and his face was filled with tears at some point.

"When will we in Nanyang have the power to protect ourselves!"

The old man could even imagine that the young official might have been sitting in the Foreign Minister's Office, and then followed Hun Sen to pick up a glass of celebration wine. They were in front of them with the newly signed agreement and raised their hands to celebrate the emergence of a political compromise. As for the 100,000 Chinese here? Who will take care of it? Who will take care of it? Or how could these politicians be able to do anything for their own interests? Everything depends on themselves! Tang Hanmin grabbed his priest chair with both hands and burst into pieces, and was so angry that he could not control himself.

"No...not that, grandpa, you...you want to believe General Wen, he...he will definitely come to save us..."

The footsteps were rushing upstairs and ran up in three steps. He heard his grandfather's words and before he could get upstairs, he said unhurriedly to Tang Hanmin:

"Grandpa... Grandpa, I... I've seen General Wen and followed him for a while. He is not that kind of person. He really has us Chinese in Nanyang. Below are more than a hundred tiger benches under him, and there are 100,000 Chinese people in the Phnom Penh. Here is the army of tiger benches he brought out, which he can't lose..."

"Mr. Wen... General Wen said that if we want us to guard the guild hall, he will definitely save us!"

Tang Hu was already standing in front of Tang Hanmin. There was a hole on his forehead, blood was everywhere on his body, and even indescribable fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes, but he seemed particularly energetic. He took a deep breath and looked at Tang Hanmin with a bright look:

"Grandpa, you read it right! Really, you read it right. This army is really different from this general. I chose to believe him unconditionally. Only people like him are worthy of our belief!"

"Don't worry! How much do you know? How old are you?! Do you know the terribleness of politics? Not to mention more than a hundred soldiers, sometimes in order to achieve a certain goal, even parents, wives and children can be abandoned, and even their ancestors can be betrayed. Are there still fewer such people?"

Tang Hanmin slapped the chair and stood up angrily. He pointed at Tang Hu's nose and scolded loudly. It's not that he didn't believe in Tang Hu, but that he believed in people as easily as Tang Hu when he was young, but what about the final result?

No matter how much the Chinese in Nanyang spend, they invested the wealth they earned on politicians in Nanyang, or even the motherland they once did. But what is the final result? If one of them is really successful, why is the Chinese in Nanyang still the same level?

"You follow your father, take Feng'er and leave immediately. This time, we have a failure. We have the next time, but when people die, there will be no chance again. You all leave me!"

Tang Hanmin shouted at Tang Hu angrily. Even though he could not say anything, his eyes were so anxious that his eyes were blazing. Even if this grandson was his favorite one, he also faced Tang Hu angrily.

"Father, what about you?"

Tang Muhua was shocked and subconsciously felt something was wrong. When he asked the old man in surprise, his face turned pale.

"I'm old, and I have to see you in the future. This... there are 100,000 Chinese here. Someone must stand up and sound the alarm for those who don't know their ancestors. If they are not my race, their hearts will be different. These aliens are absolutely not trustworthy. Today I die here to see if those who forget their ancestors and bear their ancestors still have the face to live a peaceful and peaceful life!"

The old man was intertwined with grief and anger. The hair and beard on the head seemed to be free of wind, and the indescribable sadness was hard to describe, but the implication made Tang Hu and Tang Muhua feel disgusted. The old man actually wanted his death to exchange for the Nanyang Chinese Thirteen Chamber of Commerce's vigilance against the situation in Nanyang.

"Father, never!"

Tang Muhua almost jumped up in a hurry. He took two steps to support his father and grabbed him and said in a daze: "If you are gone, who can lead these children? Are you just watching these seeds of our Nanyang Chinese and hitting them at the muzzle?"

"Grandpa, it's not what you thought. General Wen will definitely come! You have to believe me and General Wen!"

Tang Hu was also shocked by Tang Hanmin's determination to die. He quickly snatched up and said:

"We will soon have our own strength. This afternoon, General Wen has taken over 30 young people into his troops. He also said that we would make us the seeds of the soldiers of Nanyang. He said that he would help us establish a fair, just and free regime so that our Chinese in Nanyang will no longer be bullied! I believe him, really believe it, please believe him too!"

"Really...really? He took you into the military camp? And...and said that you wanted you to become the seeds of the Nanyang soldiers?"

Tang Hanmin was really frightened by Tang Hu's words this time. He looked at Tang Hu almost incredible and said, "He... did he really say that? You... are you sure you heard it wrong?"

You should know that whether it was the Qing government that year or even the Republic of China, they actually didn’t support the armed forces of the Chinese in Nanyang, let alone help them train their army. After all, in their opinion, a stable Nanyang is definitely beneficial to the Greater China. If it caused turmoil among the Chinese in Nanyang, the entire Nanyang would not know how far it developed? Who dares to bear this burden?

Often, whenever I think of this, Tang Han couldn't help but sigh that this was also the eternal pain of the Chinese in Southeast Asia. They rely on a great country, but they could not survive in Southeast Asia with confidence. What a sadness it is.

"Really, really... Grandpa, if you believe it, you can ask Brother Xiang and Zhong Huayun. They were scolded by General Wen on the playground like me. The general has always hated us Nanyang people for not fighting, saying that we lack... lack of blood!"

Tang Hanmin's eyes showed a strange light that had never been seen before. At that moment, the old man's face flushed and excitedly grabbed Tang Hu. Finally, he saw his grandfather cheering up. Tang Hu quickly answered with tears in his eyes.

"Is it really...is it true? Then... then we Nanyang Chinese... Chinese are saved..."

Tang Hanmin looked out and his eyes were blurred. He just grabbed Tang Hu's arm. Tang Hu respectfully wanted to help him sit down. Suddenly, a dull gunshot sound came from a distance. The gunshot sound floated from a distance and it immediately rang, as if it was a big battle.

For a moment, Tang Hu and his grandson were stunned. The whole of Phnom Penh was in a state of shock that night, but Han Sanglin was very smart. No matter who Fang Shengli, he didn't want to take responsibility, so he took away all the police guns. Although the police were so majestic in the crowd, in fact, none of the police were carrying guns on the streets of Phnom Penh.

At this time, the entire Phnom Penh had guns, Chinese troops, and Cambodian Provisional Government Forces. Once the gunshots sounded, what would it mean? Could it be that the Chinese team and the Provisional Government Forces started working? The Chinese team finally couldn't help but come to rescue the Chinese, and had no hesitation to go to war with the Cambodian Provisional Government Forces?

"Look at it... the red flag is moving forward, it is moving forward again!"

Everyone's eyes were throwing towards the place where gunfire came from east. Tang Muhua stared at the red flag he had been watching at first sight. He finally saw the five-star red flag starting to move. Although he did not approach them, as long as he moved, it means that the Chinese team was acting. Looking at this scene, Tang Muhua's tense heart finally relaxed. At least he knew that the Chinese team did not give up on them. They were working hard, and they were still working hard. Maybe they would come in a while.

"Tang Hu, why are you here? What should I do next?"

Tang Hanmin finally woke up at this time. Maybe his grandson was right. His writing style was not as unbearable as he thought. Not all officials were so shameless, and there were not a few who had conscience. This writing style might be really worthy of belief.

For the sake of the present, he could only follow Wen Feng's order, which was to guard the Chaozhou Guild Hall and never let the beasts outside rush in. As long as he could persevere until Wen Feng brought the army to the scene, everything would be solved. So in a blink of an eye, he suddenly found Tang Hu standing in front of him, and the old man was anxious and started to angrily at his grandson.

"Grandpa, Feng'er and I are worried about you. Come and see how you are. I'll go down immediately!"

Tang Hu smiled bitterly. He and Tang Feng were fighting hard below, but he was worried about his grandfather and father, so he came up to take a look, but he didn't expect this to happen. At this time, he was scolded by his grandfather again. He really didn't know what to say.

"You little brat, what do you want to see? We don't have to worry about it. As long as you keep this Chaozhou Guild Hall, it will be a great achievement. Grandpa will give you a good reward then!"

The old man glared at his eyes, as if he had forgotten his disobedience just now, and he didn't know what he had in his mind at that moment. He waved his hand to Tang Hu and said, "If General Wen accepts you, you have to do your job well for him and do your business!"

"Grandpa, I understand, you guys can't worry! Then... those beasts can't get in... I'm here to tell you... everything is relieved!"

Tang Hu was happy and heard the gunshots as if it was a kind of motivation. He felt much lighter. While answering, he had already gone downstairs and his last words had already reached the downstairs.

"I don't know that General Wen... is too late! There are more and more natives, and they seem to be anxious!"

However, Tang Muhua stood silently on the attic and frowned and looked at the battle situation in front of the guild hall. He found that the soldiers sent by Wenfeng were not iron-clad after all, and now there are more and more enemies, and they can no longer support them. They have already retreated to the door.

"Believe in this young man. The world has changed, I am old, and my vision is no longer possible. Maybe it's time to hand over some things to these young men!"

However, Tang Hanmin settled down at this time. Thinking of Tang Hu's words, the old man seemed to have endless hissings and killing outside. Instead, he sat down slowly and lay on the Grand Master's chair again. He murmured in his mouth and didn't know what he was saying, but his eyes were very deep, and no one knew what he was thinking...
Chapter completed!