With a loud roar, Xu Tuan, who was leaning against the side of the car, was choked and coughed a few times. After a few quick coughs, Xu Tuan hurriedly threw away the cigarette butts in his hand and ran towards Song Yuhang with a smile on his face, complaining in his heart that the eldest young master was so stubborn today? Why didn't the method of "rupee" to open the way today? Or was it not working? It makes no sense! Indian San is the one who recognizes money the most?

Thinking about his origin in Huangpu tenth period, he became an adjutant for a playboy. Xu Tuan, who is 36 years old this year, can only sigh in secret about his injustice of fate, but his skills are not even as good as the surface. He ran to Song Yuhang and stood attentively, raised his hand and saluted: "What's the matter with the chief?"

Song Yuhang thought about it and asked in a tone that was almost gritting his teeth: "Has Tonggu's defense been taken over by my 200th Division now? Does the military military military military corps have the power to enforce the law in Tonggu City? Does this power to enforce the law include allied forces?"

When he heard Song Yuhang ask about defense, Xu Tuan thought that this coward was shocked by the sound of cannons and came up with something to pay for money, so he hurriedly posted it on and said, "It's indeed handed over to us. The British military police had already evacuated the day before yesterday. Now the British military has less than one battalion of troops waiting for handover! According to the Allied Command's writing, when the Allied Forces were not present, our department has the right and obligation to guide the Allied Forces."

"Oh! Guidance?" Song Yuhang muttered two gentle sentences. Unlike the monotonous meaning of English words, the diversity of Chinese characters' meanings is artistic! What's more, some people deliberately misinterpret it...

Xu Tuan saw a trace of longing like a beast in Song Yuhang's eyes!

"If someone attacked the Chief of Staff by force?" Song Yuhang's question made Xu Tuan stunned. The wrinkles on his face suddenly jumped with the corners of his eyes, and then replied: "Treat as rebellion."

Song Yuhang smiled slightly and left the guards under the steps, turned around and returned to the two A Sans, and said a few words in a low voice. Xu Tuan saw the facial muscles of the two Indian A Sans twitching significantly, while Song Yuhang was still smiling and talking to himself.

Suddenly, an Asan swung the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it at Song Yuhang. It was a shocking change that made everyone stunned. Although it was an Allied army, the British army's harshness and deduction of supplies had already greatly angered the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. How dare the Indian Asan, who is like a lackey, beat the chief of staff of the Chinese Expeditionary Force's military corps?

Song Yuhang, who had taken back two steps, was supported by the guards. Song Yuhang, who was slightly dazzled, let blood flow and stopped a guard who tried to stop bleeding from him. Everything was under control. The opportunity to avoid and the strength of being beaten was just right. If the stick was not bleeding, it would be in vain.

"Xu Tuan!" Song Yuhang's roar scared Xu Tuan. Half of his face stained with blood, sending Yuanhang to Xu Tuan stare at Xu Tuan like a ghost and shouted: "What is the crime of armed attacking the law enforcement military police?"

Xu Tuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the military policeman who was surging with emotions around him, his lips trembled a few times, and he shouted: "Send to the Military Law Department to guard the custody! Twenty military sticks."

"What? So light? Didn't you just say that you should be treated as a rebel deserter?" Song Yuhang glared at Xu Tuan.

Xu Tuan explained helplessly with an awkward expression: "They are allies and have to go through judicial procedures to report to the Allied Joint Command. The final result must be carried out by the British themselves.

Song Yuhang waved his hand to stop Xu Tuan from chatting endlessly and shouted: "Now the rules have been changed! Based on the principle of strictness, heavyness and speed, the bandits who attacked the Chief of Staff will be rectified on the spot."

All the Chinese soldiers present were stunned!

Song Yuhang looked back at the guards behind him who were already tense and shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for?"

"Fuck your mother! I'm so harsh, I want to cut off my wealth!" Mengzi and others were furious and rushed forward with two twenty-shot Mauser automatic pistols in their hands, and the six guards used all 240 bullets in the twelve twenty-shot Mauser pistols to whip the corpse.

The bodies of two Asans were beaten beyond recognition, and the stray bullets were flying indiscriminately mixed with the screams of people, alarming the guard platoon of the British Army Command, which was defending the club. Amid the rapid whistle, more than 20 British troops rushed out under the leadership of a lieutenant.

"Drop their guns!" Song Yuhang ordered, and 160 military policemen flocked in. The process of launching the gun was not smooth. The tall and powerful British took the advantage. Finally, they were beaten and kicked by the Chinese military police with absolute advantage. The British were disarmed.

The aggressive Song Yuhang waved his hand and the military police rushed into the club. A British butler wearing a dress and white gloves had just stood up to stop the military police. He was immediately knocked to the ground by a gun stock of a current military policeman, covering his mouth with his hands in pain, and the blood instantly dyed the white gloves red.

At this time, Xu Tuan suddenly realized that he was on the same boat as Song Yuhang! No one dared to touch the Song family's cousin master for a big deal, and those of him might become unlucky scapegoats! The terrible consequences made Xu Tuan sweat in a cold sweat, so he hurried to Song Yuhang. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yuhang waved his hand and said, "Brother Wending! I have my own sense of everything, and I am responsible for all responsibilities. There is no need to say much at this time."

Song Yuhang's words were completely nutritious for Xu Tuan, but what could he do at this moment? Xu Tuan sighed softly, knowing that he could only watch the development of the situation at this moment.

A British brigadier general with pale temples and a British major quickly suppressed the British officer who was in chaos. The proud female companion and couple who had just looked proud were now huddled behind the men. The so-called British gentlemen can only force themselves to cheer up now, staring at the bright bayonet of the Chinese military police like a cockfighting. They believed that if they resisted, the barbaric Chinese soldiers in front of them would be happy to stab the bayonet into their bodies! But the rational British gentlemen would not give the barbarians a chance, so they put on the stance that I just didn't resist, what else can you do to me?

Song Yuhang pulled away his posture and sat on the chair that the guards pulled over, with a look of grievance, and glanced back and forth at the British with a look of scrutinizing the murderer! When the British Brigadier General saw the other party's attitude of being unkind, hesitated for a moment, muttered a few words to a major beside him and then headed straight for Song Yuhang.

The British Brigadier General looked at Song Yuhang's rank first and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was just a lieutenant colonel of the Chinese army. In Chinese, he was an official with a big sesame and green bean. He then shouted in English: "Lieutenant Colonel! Didn't the Chinese army teach you what to do when you see your superior?"

Song Yuhang naturally understood English, but at this moment he pretended to be confused and kept accusing the Indian guards of armed attacking the Allied military police.

Under Song Yuhang's unreasonable trouble, the British Brigadier General had to speak in discontinuous Chinese: "I am the British Empire Expeditionary Force, Brigadier General Peters Vader, deputy chief of staff of the First Division stationed in Myanmar! This is the British Senior Officers Club, Lieutenant Colonel, you must be fully responsible for today's work! Now you take your troops out."

What Peters Vader said is really not coherent enough, especially the fact that there are several English words that are mixed from time to time, giving people a ridiculous feeling of being inconsistent with the nines and eights! But the last few sentences were almost shouted, and the word "drop" seriously hurt Song Yuhang again.

If it were normal for the Chinese army, which had almost no status in the Allied forces, would have retreated, but today's situation could no longer allow Song Yuhang to retreat. Moreover, Song Yuhang, who had long been holding back an unknown fire, knew that if the matter today was not done with one, two, three, four, and five, ordering to shoot and kill British and Indian non-commissioned officers, destroying internal relations of the Allied forces, and intimidating Allied commanders, any one would be enough for him to drink! Even with a prominent background, he would probably not be able to take it and get into trouble.

After Song Yuhang stood up from the stool with difficulty, he suddenly found that the British major standing next to Chief of Staff Peters Vader was very familiar? This kid was actually mocking him with contemptuous eyes?

Song Yuhang was very happy. He was looking for you boy, and you came to the door by yourself? So he waved his hand and pointed at the British Major and said, "Call me!"

Mengzi and others, who were grateful for the gods, immediately pulled out the British major, and immediately formed a circle, and began to punch and kick like a storm.

"I protest! You barbarians!" The excited Peters Vader obviously had a close relationship with the beaten British major!

"I'm still fighting against Japan!" Song Yuhang also roared loudly, his ferocious face and blood scared Peters Vader!

The British major who was beaten could only let out a faint moan. Song Yuhang looked around the silent hall and shouted: "Our military police were armed attacked by allied Indian soldiers while performing official duties. Now we demand severe punishment for the murderer!"

After listening to Song Yuhang's accusation of Peters Vader's nose, he almost got angry. He thought that the so-called murderer had been beaten to death by you, and now there is no evidence of death, so you can naturally say anything.

Peters Vader knew that it was not the time to lose his temper. The Chinese in front of him were already crazy. He even believed that the Chinese did not mind a small-scale massacre. After adjusting his emotions, he persuaded Song Yuhang to take the troops away in a comforting to avoid damaging the internal unity of the Allied forces.

Song Yuhang naturally knew that the troops could never be withdrawn easily, so he said a lot of meaningless words!

At this time, Scott, the backbone of the British army, the commander of the 1st Division stationed in Myanmar, finally appeared. Scott was clear about Song Yuhang's background. The young master of the Song family, one of the four major families in China, and the nephew of Song Ziwen, who is currently the Minister of Foreign Affairs, according to the Chinese people's habits, military law is of little use. Unless he can ask the king of Chongqing, he may be helpless even if Du Yuming comes.

Moreover, he and this young master have always worked happily, so why did he make trouble today and cause me? After listening to Song Yuhang's nonsense, Scott finally understood that this young master was asking for compensation!

"I killed my man, beat British officers, and smashed British officers' club? Is it still a good idea to ask for compensation? What's wrong with this world? Is there any justice?" Scott took off his soft military cap and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Looking at Song Yuhang, who was still bleeding on his head but was thinking about making more compensation, Scott cried. However, when he thought of Song Ziwen, who had been the Minister of Finance, had nothing wrong with such a family, so he waved his hand to signal Peters Vader, who looked excited.

Song Yuhang, who was invited to the second floor, was dressed in a relaxed look and tasted pure British coffee, ignoring the blood dripping from time to time. This shocking scene made Scott feel more and more unsure. He knew that at this time, there were more than 18,000 reorganized Chinese troops in the ancient city, plus a mechanized cavalry regiment, engineer corps, gendarmerie and other troops directly under the military headquarters! Only a few hundred mercenaries from India and Myanmar were only a name. The so-called British 1st Division in Myanmar was just a name at this time, and its actual combat power was almost negligible.

People are under the roof! Scott sent someone to notify Diane with hope, but also patiently negotiated with Song Yuhang.

Song Yuhang knew that the show was almost done, so he called a guard and found first aid and tangled it casually for a few times. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a three-year-old Indian guard. He glared at the thick-handed and thick-legged guards for a few times. Song Yuhang went straight to his goal: "The injury is so serious, if there are sequelae, it will be troublesome. I hope to go to 'Shelsey' to recuperate for a few weeks."

"What?" Song Yuhang's words seemed to step on Scott's tail.
Chapter completed!