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Just as Corning was hidden behind the scenes to observe the progress of the situation, world public opinion rarely focused on Myanmar. The mainstream of public opinion controlled by the US government and its allies almost denied all the accusations and suspicions of the outside world for his secretly doing evil, and began to spread rumors and accusations against Myanmar and Corning, splashing dirty water. All kinds of remarks rose and rose, which was extremely unfavorable to Corning in general.

The camp in the southwest of Daying in the northern suburb of Mandalay is built under the shade of a century-old tree. The two rows of British-style buildings with steep arches have a history of a hundred years. Currently, this place is the barracks of the Fourth Battalion of the Guard Regiment directly under the Eastern Burma Border Defense Forces. More than 500 elite officers and soldiers are responsible for the security, special service and military police inspection of the entire Mandalay camp.

The distance between the barracks and the ammunition warehouse to the west is more than 150 meters. A flat-topped hut built with large stone strips is located under three towering trees in the middle that cover the sky and the sun. The solid hut under the wide canopy is old and mottled due to the ruthless erosion of time, and even a little lonely and gloomy. The only place that can pass through the sunlight is the area of ​​several square meters on the right side of the yard in front of the door.

At this time, three European and American men in unmarked military casual clothes sat lazily on the stone bench bathing in the sun, leisurely smoking cigarettes, and chatting in a low voice. These three were the prisoners secretly brought back by the Lu Xiaojun Special Operations Brigade commanded by Sun Changjie during the Qinbang Battle. Two of them were lieutenant colonels of the US Army, and the other one was a communications expert of the US Central Intelligence Agency.

The tall and handsome man with charming blue eyes and beautiful ancient Greek face is Cesar Stefano, thirty-seven years old; the strong and serious blonde man named Bondy Niels, thirty-six years old; the small Latino man with chestnut hair is named Sentini Gonzalez, who is only twenty-six years old this year. He is a young genius communication expert from the CIA, and is already the rank of major at a young age.

These three active-duty soldiers who were sent by the CIA to serve as military advisers in northwest Myanmar, Luo Xingjia armed forces, have not figured out how they came here until now. They do not know which coordinate point the four high walls are located on the earth. When the three of them faced the enemies standing in front of the road to escape, they knew that the crisis was coming. Seeing the group of senior generals crawling beside them in order to avoid the violent rain of bullets, the three of them were terrified to understand what kind of opponent they were facing. The psychological preparation of the trapped beast still fighting disappeared, and their faces were almost filled with despair and pain before death.

After the gunshots slowly stopped, the three of them crawled in a tragic corpse, miraculously unscathed. Looking at a group of oil-painted special officers and soldiers slowly surrounded them. The three of them immediately knew that they were about to become prisoners. Just as the three of them put down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender, a few light sounds made the three of them feel severe pain in their bodies, and then they fell softly to the ground and distracted their consciousness. When the three of them woke up one after another, they found that they were in the dark light, with only an iron window and an iron door connecting with the outside world. In the first few days, the three of them were very nervous and worried.

After several consecutive days of interrogation, the winner who had not obtained much valuable information gave up. Apart from two meals of rice every day and one out of three days, no one came to make things difficult for them. The three of them each received two sets of replacement clothes and a pair of raw rubber slippers that suited their figure, as well as towels, soap, razors, cigarettes, paper and pens, and other daily necessities. Although life without newspapers, TV, beer and radio was very boring and monotonous, the three of them, who were optimistic and tough, quickly adapted to this kind of life, and studied the major battles in the north and south of Myanmar every day, and their lives were fulfilling and happy.

At this moment, they seemed to have become accustomed to everything here. From outside the iron gate to guard the military uniforms, equipment and daily conversations, they knew that they were captured by the armed forces of the Northern Myanmar Special Administrative Region. The three American soldiers with rigorous training and excellent psychological qualities have understood their situation since then, and quickly came up with a way to deal with it. They only revealed their names, ages and nationalities during repeated interrogations. Apart from admitting that they were mercenaries working for the "Blackwater Company", they never revealed anything. Fortunately, they looked civilized in the face of the local officers and soldiers. Although their eyes showed strong contempt and hostility, no one abused and beat them, and they did not go hungry for a day. They even brought them three fried chickens and three bottles of Myanmar-derived beer every weekend. They lived a good life.

"God, I don't know if my blonde girlfriend is having sex with other idiots at this moment. We have been in this unlucky place where we can't see the sun full of musty smell. I originally agreed to go on vacation with my girlfriend on a golden beach in Hawaii in August. Who knew that I am now locked in this dark hell, and when will I return to my home?" The youngest Sentini Gonzalez looked at the sun in the sky. Then he lowered his head and complained in a low voice, allowing the maroon curly hair that had covered his forehead to cover his eyes, and was unwilling to reach out and push it away.

Bondy Niels supported his elbows back on the stone slab behind him, and loudly corrected Sentini's words: "Little devil, it's not seventy-five days, it's seventy-six days."

"How did you know?" Sentini looked up and snatched the words.

Bondy, who was rigorous by nature, replied in his usual serious tone: "The yellow-skinned monkey who brought us food just now has a newspaper in his pocket. The exposed part marked September 5th, which is today's date. If we go back, we have been captured for a total of 76 days. Don't think that after you arrive here, you draw a calculation number of days on the wall at the head of the bed every day. I don't know how to calculate the number of days. Do you remember that you were drunk when you were drunk on the weekend three weeks ago? That day, you were in a bad mood and only knew how to curse, so you forgot to add one, so you just need to pay for a day." "**Your ass Bondy, you know that I missed a plan, why don't you remind me? Do you treat me like a monkey?" Sentini stood up in annoyance.

Sitting on the side, watching the two of them quarreled with a smile, Cesar Stefano spoke: "Sit down, Sentini, you rash devil, if Bondi hadn't helped and reminded you in the crisis last time, your guy's body might have grown maggots on the exposed rocks in Chinbon. The reason why we don't tell you is that you want you to finally understand that you need to do everything yourself, otherwise it will not be of any benefit to your future."

Sentini lowered his head, pondered for a moment, sincerely apologized to Bundy: "I'm sorry. Bundy, I'll take back my words just now. If you're still angry, just fuck me back to your ass."

Bondi was stunned when he heard this, then laughed with Cesar, and was so funny that he was so naughty that the weird Sentini solemnly said this mischievous words.

Just as the three were laughing, a young officer in lieutenant uniform walked over with two tall and strong sergeants, stopped two meters before the three who stopped laughing, and said loudly in slightly unfamiliar English: "I regret to inform you that you will be separated from today. Mr. Cesar, please come with us now, someone will see you."

Sentini asked in surprise: "What's going on...What's going on? Why should we separate us...you can't do this..."

"Shut me up, Sentini!" Cesar interrupted Sentini's panicked protests. He turned to the lieutenant and asked politely: "Mr. Lieutenant, can you tell me who needs to see me?"

"No! You will know when you get there!" After saying that, the lieutenant turned sideways and signaled that Cesar should leave.

Sentini and Bondi stood side by side and watched Cesar be taken away. After thinking about it, he couldn't rest assured and shouted loudly to the four backs that were gradually moving away:

"Hey----Mr. Lieutenant. To be honest, your military uniforms are very beautiful, and they are almost caught up with the US military, tens of thousands of times better than the Myanmar government army. You are more civilized and kind than the government army, and you are even more…"

"Okay, OK! Sentini, I know what you mean, but don't worry, they shouldn't make things difficult for Cesar. If they were torture, they would have done it long ago. It would be useless for you to compliment them."

Sentini asked with concern: "Are you sure?"

Bondy returned to the stone bench and sat down, lifted up the military enamel gutter and drank water. He stared at the direction of the military camp and said in a rare low tone: "In the past eighteen years of joining the army, I have traveled all over Africa, the Middle East and South America, including two military exchanges with the Chinese army. Only this army is different from any army in the world I have seen. It makes me unable to help but think of the mid-century-Piao Tianwen mentioned by my grandfather, Yu stood up, patted Sentini's shoulder and went into the house to sleep.

Cesar was taken into the familiar interrogation room, and when he saw the two people sitting opposite the large desk, his eyes lit up. The middle-aged man with expressionless faces and distinctive lines on his face were actually wearing the rank of major general of the Eastern Burma Frontier Defense Forces. The French beauty sitting next to him was so mature and beautiful that the extraordinary demeanor made Cesar feel incredible. Cesar's mind flashed and illusioned hallucinations were like breaking into a dream that had never been to before, but when he saw the rank of major on the shoulders of the French beauty, Cesar immediately calmed down and sat gracefully on the chair opposite the two comfortable, showing a charming smile to the two officers staring at him. In fact, Cesar was very clear at this moment that the critical moment was coming.

The beautiful major pointed to the hot cup of coffee delivered to Cesar's table by the soldiers and said politely in fluent English: "Please, I guess Mr. Cesar hasn't had coffee for a long time."

"Thanks!"

Cesar lifted the cup and savored it gently, nodded and exclaimed: "The taste is very good. This should be a coffee produced in southern Myanmar. It is an authentic and fragrant smell. It's a pity that most people don't know how to appreciate it."

The beautiful major smiled slightly: "You have a good taste. In such an environment, Mr. Cesar can maintain such etiquette and demeanor, which is admirable. Let me introduce that this is General Du of the Eastern Burma Frontier Defense Force. My name is Aimei, and I am the intelligence consultant of the Eastern Burma Frontier Defense Force. I am honored to meet you."

When Cesar heard this, he immediately knew that he had met an opponent. He calmly put down his exquisite coffee cup, glanced at Du Jianwu, who listened to the lieutenant colonel officer behind him, stared at him expressionlessly, turned to Emmy and asked politely: "Dear lady, we have been interrogated several times in more than two months in prison. We have said all of what we should say. Thank you for the generous treatment you have given for a long time. As mercenaries, we hope to be treated fairly."

"Mercenary? Mr. Cesar, as far as we know, the anti-government armed forces, Luo Xingjia has never recruited mercenaries. If you must insist on being a mercenary, we don't want to get more entangled on this issue. What is confusing is that your mercenaries are abnormal and not only do not charge huge returns, but also generously gives a large amount of weapons and equipment to those who hire you."

After Amy finished speaking, he took out a few newspapers from the folder in front of him: "Mr. Cesar, these are two famous newspapers from Britain and the United States. The last one is an English newspaper issued by the Myanmar central government. It all publishes news about the three of you, but the statements are different. Please take a look first, and let's talk after reading it!"

Cesar smiled and took the newspaper, and opened his expression to read it easily. A clear photo immediately grabbed his eye: Cesar fell on his back and his two companions were clearly visible in blood, lying across a terrifying body and gun weapons like death. The large titles of the three newspapers almost mean the same meaning---Who are the Europeans and Americans on the battlefield of Qin State?
Chapter completed!