Chapter 308: Kill the bloody path

Tang Building, the ancient style of the Tang Dynasty is still there. Even though there are shouts and screams flying everywhere around the guild hall, once the old man Tang Yimin, who was determined, even when he saw Tang Muhua twisting the fist in his hand tightly, even his breathing became rapid, he seemed to be endless.

The old man in white clothes burned incense and whispered the zither, and the fierce and powerful zither sound could not be stopped even by the roar like a mountain tide.

It was ambushed on both sides, and it was heard that it was ambushed on both sides! Is the current Phnom Penh the ambushed on Chinese people set up by the indigenous people?

The old man didn't know if it was right, and he didn't want to know if it was right now! But he knew that the plan was in the hands of others and the success was in the heaven. Wen Feng had already decided to rescue the Chinese even if he turned against the Cambodian government. Whether it was successful or not depends on the will of God.

The natives rushed in, and these beasts even rushed to the bottom of the Tang Building. The family brought by the old man and the Chinese who took care of him had already followed Tang Hu to fight. He was surrounded by only his old zither-playing friends who were powerless, and Tang Muhua, who had always been reluctant to leave and protect him to the death.

"If you are bound to fate, you will naturally be able to survive in a desperate situation!"

Seeing the Chinese girls pounced on the beasts rushing in under Tang Feng's leadership, the girls fought in a gang of beasts. Tang Muhua's lips were bitten to the point of bleeding. He stood at the stairs and strangled them to the point of coming up. At that time, he thought that if he wanted to hurt his father, he had to step over my body. The old man was very calm, and maybe he could see something out of the way. Even if he heard the thief's shouting and killing sound in his ears, the old man actually sang with the old man's zither sound.

"Father, General Wen's Hu Ben took Tang Hu to drive the thief out!"

Although there were still crying from the girls outside the Tang Building, the roars of the Chinese gradually overwhelmed the unscrupulous shouts of the natives. Tang Muhua kept watching the tower with emotion. He had never seen the Chinese young people so bloody. The equal-powered natives were driven out by a group of injured Chinese youth and women with no power. When he returned to the old men to report his safety, his face was indescribable, but more of his eyes were filled with joy and relief.

"Diet not be scary, what I fear is that I don't even have the courage to resist. We Nanyang Chinese finally know how to fight for our rights!"

At some point, seeing that if the old man who had been immersed in the sound of the zither was already in tears, the bloodline of the Nanyang Chinese finally woke up from his bloodline. The bloodline power that had been suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years finally woke up. What kind of vitality will it bring?

"But...but our children have suffered a lot of losses, and I don't know how long it will last!"

Tang Muhua nodded deeply and agreed, but... when he looked down at Tang Hu and Fang Zhijun who seemed to be unable to stand firmly, he had no idea at all. Could it be that this bloody feeling was about to rise and would be suppressed again?

"Where is General Wen...will he come yet..."

Although the old man sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master, it was actually fake to say that he was not worried. Although he seemed to have been listening to the old man talking about zheng, his mind was never attracted by the war situation outside, and the voices of these Chinese youths fighting had never escaped his ears?

After the end of the country, we have reached the end of the country, but why haven’t the literary style come yet? Where is he?

"God's will, God's will!"

The old man murmured to himself, time is sometimes like a devil, always passing by like water at the critical moment of history, leaving behind many masterpieces of eternal songs. The singing of the Chinese in Southeast Asia has just started. Could it be... Thinking of this, the old man's hands are as ferocious as if he was about to shatter the handle on the chair, several fingerprints were left on it at some point.

However, suddenly a crisp gunshot floated from afar. The people below the guild might not be able to hear it clearly, but Tang Muhua, who was standing on the attic, was stunned. How could there be gunshots? It would be so close to the guild? What does that mean?

Tang Muhua couldn't help but feel ecstasy in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but throw their eyes to the place where gunfire came from the west.

But with tears in my eyes, I saw only one native person who was walking through the rice fields from west to east, screaming and waving across the rice fields, pulling them away to both sides, crowding and pushing people. The indigenous people, who were originally continuous, suddenly started to mess up from the back team. There was a riot on both sides of the main road. The fanatical natives fell down the rice fields and fell into the small canal beside the fields, as if a bucket of ice water was poured into their crazy brains.

Tang Muhua, who was over 40 years old, suddenly burst into laughter and crying like a child. His voice was shouting and jumping as if it resounded throughout the Chaozhou Guild Hall: "Look! Look! Five... Five-star red flag! That's the red flag! General Wen's team of men came, he...he came to save us!"

Can Tang Muhua not be excited? He looked everywhere and saw the indigenous thugs jumping into the rice fields on both sides, crying and shouting at his parents, for fear of running slower.

That was because at some point an unstoppable wave came at the end of the crowd. The momentum of the wave was like a rainbow and plunged into the crowd that could not be seen by the indigenous people at first sight. The layers of indigenous people were cut open like tofu under their attack, and they were storming all the way towards the Chaozhou Guild Hall.

It can be seen that the awl was not the Chinese team with live ammunition, but the one who was in front of them was actually some young Chinese. Tang Muhua had never seen Chinese young people have such courage and fierceness. When the wooden sticks and steel knives in their hands were flying unscrupulously among the indigenous people, the formations of those indigenous people actually scattered, which was completely unmatched.

"The Heavenly Army is here to protect the overseas Chinese! Our soldiers are here to help us! Brothers and sisters, pick up all the weapons that can kill the enemy and kill these beasts!"

The young Chinese people rushed in the front, and the men following followed closely behind. The ones fell in front naturally someone took him down. The men behind rushed up desperately. The young Chinese people who had not yet fought shouted loudly. The sound broke through the huge thunder in the sky, as if they were about to tear the whole night apart.

Tang Muhua stood on the Tang Building, almost clenched his fists and bleeding. The scene in front of him made him look crazy. The five-star red flag that came with the steel cone attracted all his mind. He saw the consolidation of the red flag, and the vaguely familiar figure beside him, more of the hundreds of tigers surrounded by him.

The gunshots have been getting crisp and clearer from the beginning to now. Once the steel cone in front is obstructed, you can always hear the gunshots ringing in time. Some natives who are not afraid of death try to rush up to face the red flag, but before they can approach the gunshots, they have already collapsed to the ground. The five-star red flag flutters in the wind under the lights and never falls!

Tang Muhua turned his head and shouted at his father, his voice distorted as if it were no longer his own: "It's General Wen's Hu Ben Army, it's General Wen's army! There are thousands of our Chinese children coming here! We...we are saved!"

At that moment, the old man Tang Yimin, who had always been hard, suddenly stood up. The old man in white clothes, Shengxue's zither sound couldn't help but tremble, and he suddenly lost his voice. When he raised his head, the old man was trembling with tears.

The Chaozhou Guild Hall was thundering in an instant. The Chinese who were still frightened just now were all shocked by morale. The indigenous people who had been suppressed were almost at the yard, were pushed out several meters away on the basis of the strong morale of the Chinese and Hurricane Special Forces Brigade soldiers, and were pushed out of the gate again.

"Kill them, hurry... hurry... as long as we capture this place, we will be worth everything. We will destroy the Chaozhou Guild Hall before they rushed over!"

"Break down Chaozhou Guild Hall!"

However, these natives were obviously very organized. As the situation was about to be detrimental to them, the morale of the young Chinese in the Chaozhou Guild Hall was greatly boosted, and there were gunfires behind them forcing the natives to flee. When the natives were about to collapse, a group of burly men with cold swords rushed out of the indigenous people. They all had fierce faces, shouting and retaliated against each other.

These people seemed to have never taken action just now. When they rushed out, they were all new forces. Tang Hu and Fang Zhijun and the Chinese youth had already been pressed outside, but when these native Han gangs appeared, they launched a tide-like attack on the Chaozhou Guild Hall.

These indigenous people should have been trained. They were all strong and vicious. In an instant, they could see blood from the knife, which made the advantage that Chinese youth had just formed collapse and were forced to retreat one after another. At this time, the indigenous thugs also had red eyes. This was the gathering place of Chinese people in Phnom Penh, and even the richest areas in Cambodia in Southeast Asia. As long as they plunder and massacre this place, nothing was worth it!

Blood was flying and fierce flames soared into the air. All the native thugs started to go crazy again under the leadership of these big men. The natives were very fierce in the attacks from front and back. They used their strength to rush towards the Chaozhou Guild Hall. Nearly half of the soldiers of the more than ten Hurricane Special Forces Brigade guarding the gate had suffered casualties. Under the forced suppression of the thugs, they even couldn't even straighten their waists and had to be forced to withdraw from the gate.

As for the gap on the left side of the gate, before Fang Zhijun and Tang Hu could breathe a breath, they were suddenly rushed down by the indigenous beasts rushing over. The girls screamed and retreated one after another. The beasts waving steel blades and sharp blades were all like devils, forcing the Chinese youth to shrink inward and were almost immediately pressed into the Tang Building.

No one expected that as Wen Feng's brigade was about to arrive and victory was about to come, the madness of the natives at this moment actually brought the entire battlefield to the most critical moment.

A girl screamed and smashed the rock in her hand on the head of an indigenous man. The indigenous man did not hide. She smiled and let blood flow down her cheeks. However, he grabbed the girl's hair. Fang Zhijun roared and slashed. The indigenous man's hideous face turned into despair, and he let out a ghost crying and howling scream. The erotic hand that stretched out was cut into two pieces. Fang Zhijun pulled it and pushed her towards the Tang Building in one step.

But just such a gap, two Balang knives slashed on Fang Zhijun's back. He took a step forward with force, unloaded part of the force, and only dragged out two long bloody mouths. However, he couldn't stand firm and half-kneeled. Seeing that the steel blades of several thugs were about to slash at him, a soldier from the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade next to him suddenly pushed up and blocked him. After several single swords were opened, he was stabbed into his arm with a knife.

Fang Zhijun took a deep breath and shouted loudly, jumped up and waved the Balang knife in his hand and swung a big circle. The sharp blade ruthlessly cut open the thug's choking throat, causing him to cover his throat and turn blood bubbles and then lie down. The other thugs did not dare to intimidate him, and took several steps backwards, which finally made Fang Zhijun and the soldiers around him breathe, but the blood had almost dyed the two's clothes red.

Fang Zhijun looked back and saw that all his brothers were already scarred, but they were still holding the thugs. Many of them should have been lying down long ago! They were still fighting against the enemy at this time! But how long can they support them? In just less than ten minutes, the scene was out of control, and everyone unconsciously retreated to the bottom of the Tang Building.

"Captain! Are you here? But how long will it take to stay here?!"

Fang Zhijun's eyes widened, and with a loud shout, he cut down a thug that rushed up, but he couldn't help but roar in his heart...

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"The Cambodian Royal Guards quell the rebellion, and all the rioters immediately put down their weapons. Those who do not abide by the orders will be killed without any regard for the killing!"

In fact, because there are too many Chinese people gathered in the Chaozhou Guild Hall, it also attracted most of the Phnom Penh natives, and there are black heads that cannot be seen along the way. If you say that you have to kill all of them, even if you use machine guns to sweep them, you don’t know when you will hit them, unless you use cannons to bombard them.

Wen Feng wanted to use cannons to bombard them, but this was Phnom Penh and the capital of Cambodia. What would happen if the cannons were bombarded? I can't guarantee that how many people would die if they were bombarded? When I discovered that the shells of the 130 cannon of the 345th Division of Gao Xiaodong's main-equipped 59-type 130 cannon landed in this dense crowd, it would produce nearly 40 square meters of huge lethality. Faced with such a dense crowd, he was still the ordinary person in Cambodia. When I thought of the flesh-and-blooded scene, Wen Feng could only suppress this crazy idea.

However, in addition to using cannons, he also had a cannon in his hand, which was active. They drove a special car that Cambodian officials had. At this time, they were standing on the car, guarding more than a hundred Hurricane special forces brigades around them. The car was equipped with Cambodian national flag and military flag. The straight Cambodian general uniforms, and the Hongfeng, which made the natives familiar faces, shouted with loudspeakers, were the most powerful cannons, and even more powerful than real cannons.

"If there is anyone who refuses to follow the order, kill him or her!"

"Phone Pin has implemented military ban since then. Everyone will return to the house immediately, otherwise they will be arrested and all the resisters will be killed!"

There were bloody storms along the way, and people lying on the ground could be seen everywhere. I don’t know if they were indigenous or Chinese in the dark night. The blood and crying crowd made Hong Feng and Sang Xiong’s faces extremely difficult to see.

They knew that the riot was very serious, but no one thought that how much Phnom Penh would lose and how many people would die after tonight? What’s more important is that if the riot was not settled immediately, how much would Phnom Penh suffer? The current Cambodian finance can run away from rats. How could they bear this astronomical figure? When they think of this problem, Hong Feng and Sang Xiong were covered in cold sweat.

"I am Foreign Minister Hong Feng of Cambodia's interim politics. Next to me is Lieutenant General Sang Xiong, deputy commander-in-chief of the Cambodian Army!"

Hong Feng's face turned pale, it seemed that it was just a dispute between the indigenous people and Chinese. However, for the entire country, the death of that side was a disaster for Cambodia. Hong Feng even shouted hoarsely, but he still didn't want to stop. He almost shouted to the microphone:

"All people immediately put down their weapons. Anyone who does not put down their weapons will be punished for treason!"

At this time, Hong Feng was really anxious. If he continued to kill like this, the entire Phnom Penh would only become a ruin. What's the use of this country? At this time, he just wanted to cut all the natives who were picking the banks to death. These lazy guys could not create benefits for the country, but they had a way of doing destruction. Hong Feng had almost endured them enough.

"I am Lieutenant General Sang Xiong, put down my weapons immediately, otherwise I will kill them!"

Sang Xiong's face was also dark. These natives were simply too rampant. Such people were so unscrupulous and used their blood to wash away their tyranny. The consequences would be absolutely unimaginable.

"Guards! Open fire for me!"

Sang Xiong was really angry while gritting his teeth. Even though the natives in front of him were his fellow tribes, looking at these thugs who were already like devils, as a soldier, he knew that the best way was to kill him by killing him!

Sang Xiong's order was the command of the captain. As long as they were not allowed to kill the Chinese, the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade who had already pretended to be the Royal Guard were ordered to be imperial edicts. Seeing that there were indigenous people who ignored Hong Feng and Sang Xiong's warnings, their bullets rushed over like soul-catching messengers. The accuracy and the indigenous people who fell down after the gunshot made Hong Feng and Sang Xiong's eyes jumped. For the first time, they truly felt the terrifying combat power of the eight hundred tigers under Wen Feng's men.

AK47 is enough to shoot as a point shot. What shocked them even more was that in such a chaotic night, AK is so accurate that even a Chinese person was not injured in the chaos. The more arrogant the natives were, the more they were killed, the faster they died. With these soldiers in Hongfeng and Sangxiong'an, the indigenous people who were afraid of being killed all the way were even more horrified and quietly retreated.

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"Look, that's the national flag of our Cambodia, and the military flag..."

"The person in the car seemed to be outside Hongfeng... Foreign Minister..."

"And... there is another lieutenant general. It seems that our country has only one lieutenant general, that is General Sang Xiong, commander-in-chief!"

"They are here?! No... they are here to quell the chaos... The government does not support us in dealing with Chinese people, and it's over... they are still shooting!"

"Hurry... Go quickly, if you are hit by a bullet, it will not be fun! Death will be in vain!"

"Army...guards, is that our...provisional political army's escort? Hurry... run, can you beat the bullets even if you are ruthless?"

Even if Hong Feng and Sang Xiong had more helplessness, they knew that the more ruthless they killed at this time, the more indigenous people they saved.

They clearly saw that Wen Feng's intention to kill was already rising at this time, but to be honest, it was already restrained enough. The army was not rushing in front, but the young and strong Chinese who were fighting against him. Wen Feng's troops were just following behind and killing those stubborn and unwilling to disperse. Their submachine guns were not opened to shoot.

Once Wen Feng loses patience, it is definitely fatal. Although Wen Feng only has about 800 people in his hands now, once these troops are released and ruthlessly killing, so what if you have ten times more people? How can you compete with the gun with a flesh and blood?

So Sang Xiong and Hong Feng actually showed considerable buying power. No matter from that aspect, they really couldn't do it without buying power.

Their appearance is definitely a big turn for the entire Phnom Penh, otherwise Wenfeng would not have had the time to rescue them. The Cambodian indigenous people have been provoking their actions and have been supporting the political army. No political army will stop their actions, so many indigenous people have stood up to support them.

However, the appearance of Hong Feng and Sang Xiong made this provocation powerless, and the natives found that they were competing with the political army.

Especially the appearance of Sang Xiong and the appearance of Hurricane Special Forces Brigade disguised as the Cambodian Guards made these passionate indigenous people awake. Most of the indigenous people saw everyone crazily plundering Chinese people, following the benefits of not taking advantage of the law, they also deal with the rich Chinese people they already envied. Due to the violent factors, so many mobs appeared.

But what about it?

People who are truly not afraid of death in this world have never appeared. When they see the emergence of the Zhengfu Army, they still don’t stop when suppressing them. They still have to survive here. Even if they really massacred all the Chinese tonight, they will have to pay the price of the boss to settle the score in the future. There are also the ruthless killing of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade. The appearance of indigenous corpses in front of them finally made these guys wake up.

With the loud shouts of Hong Feng and Sang Xiong, the natives finally began to be less united. The natives who rushed in front of the Chaozhou Guild Hall might not have heard it, but those who were behind were attacked by the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade and heard the tough calls from Sang Xiong and Hong Feng. These natives began to be scared. Many people took advantage of the darkness to flee around Phnom Penh and rolled back to their doghouses.

"Guards, whoever refuses to obey the orders will kill me, and kill me will lead me to a bloody path!"

"I wish to die for the general!"

Faced with such thugs, just saying good words, it is impossible to solve the problem. As a soldier, Sang Xiong deeply knows that these natives who have tasted the benefits will not be quiet if no one gives them some bloody lessons.

The most correct way to stop violence with blood. Even if Sang Xiong was unwilling, he had no choice at this time. The soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade around him even more took the order. Seeing such a strong army, Sang Xiong was full of envy. The natives fled in the gunfire. A road finally cleared out slowly. The speed of the entire team finally increased. They had even seen the tall tenement building in Chaozhou Guild Hall.

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To be continued...