The rebellion on Wild Boar Island made Tang Zhangweigan feel angry, after all, the people who are making trouble here are all people who are against the owner of Kyushu Island.

These people are bastards, they were born to wreak havoc, although these people have done some bad things on Wild Boar Island through the Holy Cross Cult, but this wild boar is a strategic stronghold that the owner of Kyushu Island is unwilling to give up.

The followers of the Holy Cross Sect, in order to resist the owner of the island of Kyushu in Fuso Province, they really made all the people soldiers.

On Wild Boar Island, men, women, and children, all took up arms, from kitchen knives in their homes to wooden sticks, and they hoped to use these weapons to fight against the army of the owners of Kyushu Island.

At first, the owner of Kyushu Island still wanted to adopt a policy of tenderness, but later, when he found that even the children of this island had to fight against him, the owner of Kyushu Island was no longer willing to be gentle with them, and the owner of Kyushu Island ordered that all people who were taller than a sickle should be killed.

At this time, the hornet's nest was stabbed, and many residents of Wild Boar Island fled one after another.

These people have run to Datang to take refuge, and these people rely on a small fishing boat to make a living by fishing in the coastal areas of Datang.

These Holy Cross Wild Boar Island believers hope that General Tang Zhangwei will administer justice, but on Wild Boar Island, the interests of Datang are actually with the owner of Kyushu Island.

The lord of Fusang knew this, so when he complained to him about the situation on Wild Boar Island, he always pretended to be deaf and dumb, in fact, this guy didn't want to provoke Datang. Because whoever infringes on the interests of Datang will be difficult to survive on Fusang Island.

General Tang Zhangwei received a letter of protest from his subordinates, and he was also lamenting the bumpy experience of the people of Wild Boar Island, but when he thought of the interests of Datang, he was a little hesitant.

The owner of Kyushu Island purchased cannons and ironclad warships from Datang.

These things are the most advanced equipment of the naval force mastered by Tang Zhangwei.

The owner of Kyushu Island finally got all this by relying on gold, silver and treasure. Every year from February to May, the sun shines like an angry god in the sky, and then the monsoon suddenly blows westward, first with a strong wind, then with a torrential downpour, and then everything is soaking wet, until your clothes, your bed, and even your food are dry. It was still hot, steamy, and sweltering. The dreary jungle paths have become swamps, and the rice paddies have become large swaths of stale stagnant water, releasing a stale rat stench. Wearing a yard-wide palm leaf hat, the red-striped Burmese drove the buffalo through knee-deep water and began ploughing the paddy fields, while women and children planted green seedlings and patted them into the mud with a three-pronged rake. Throughout July and August, the rain hardly stopped. One night you will hear a rough bird call in the sky, but you can't see the birds. It turned out to be a sandpiper from Central Asia that had flown south. At this time, the rainfall begins to decrease and stops in October. As the fields dry up and the rice ripens, Burmese children begin to jump house with the seeds of Gong Karma and fly kites in the cool breeze. The short winter is coming, and Northern Burma seems to be possessed by the spirit of the British. Wildflowers bloom everywhere, not unlike those found in England, but they resemble them – honeysuckle in the dense forest, smelling like wild roses from pears on the ground, and even violets in the shadows of the trees. The sun hovers low in the sky, freezing cold at night and early in the morning. The white mist that gushes out of the valley is like steam boiling from a giant kettle. People come out to hunt ducks and sandpipers. There were too many sandpipers to count, and flocks of geese flew up from the shallows, chirping like trains pulling goods across the iron bridge. The ripening rice is chest-high, yellow and clear like a wave of wheat. Burmese people wrapped in turbans rushed to work, their arms folded, their faces sallow and their necks so cold that they were cold. Early in the morning, you walk through a mist-shrouded, chaotic wilderness, the grass on the open ground is drenched, much like the grass in England, the trees are bare, and the monkeys squatting on the branches above waiting for the sun to appear. At night, as you cross the trail back to the camp, you'll see shepherd boys driving herds of buffalo home, their huge horns looming like crescent moons in the mist. There are three blankets on the bed, and game pies instead of the same chicken. After the meal, the campfire is blazing, and you sit on a log nearby, drinking beer and chatting about hunting. The flames danced like red holly, casting a circle of firelight, and the servants and coolies sat on the edge of the light, embarrassed to disturb their white masters, but slowly approached the flames like dogs. When you lie in bed, you can hear the sound of dew dripping from the trees, like the soft sound of heavy rain. If you're young and don't have to think about the future or the past, it's a very pleasant life. The battle is on, like a storm beyond the sky. And this hot, dirty country is far from danger, and it has a sense of loneliness and isolation. Flory voraciously indulges in reading and learns to pass the time with books when he's bored. As he grew older, he grew tired of the childish hobbies and learned to think for himself, albeit reluctantly.

He had his twenty-fifth birthday in the hospital, and was covered from head to toe with horrific sores, called mud sores, most likely due to whiskey and poor diet. He had a small scar on his skin that hadn't gone away for two whole years. Suddenly, he began to look old, and he did feel old. His youth was over, and eight years of life in the East, fever, loneliness, and intermittent drunkenness left their mark on him.

A second-rate club is annoying, and after a lifetime, such a deal is really not worth it. On the other hand, the white man should not be idealized. There is a prevalent belief that these people at the "outposts of the Empire" are at least talented and willing to work hard, which is a delusion. Apart from the scientific work – the Ministry of Forestry, the Ministry of Public Works, and so on – British officials in India do not need much special competence. Few of them are as hard-working or shrewd as the postmasters of small towns in England. The real administration is mainly done by indigenous subordinates; And the real backbone of an authoritarian government is not the officials, but the military. With the military, officials and businessmen can get along, even if they are fools, and in reality, most people are fools. It is a dull and decent people, holding and defending this tedium behind two hundred and fifty thousand bayonets.

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