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Chapter 934: Iron-blooded punishment

The last of the reds on the horizon faded, and the sky gradually turned a deep blue, and the twinkling stars hung high above the clean canopy. The night falls silently www.biquge.info the bright moon rises slowly, the silver light will cover the stars in the sky, the vast mountains and the lush earth are covered with a layer of hazy soft light, in the silent world, there is only the singing of grass insects and the murmuring of flowing water, and a few nightingale cries faintly mixed in the wind, feeling lonely.

This town is located on the west bank of the Nanlei River, with a history of more than 400 years, and has been an important post station on the East Yunnan-Burma Road for hundreds of years. The town within a radius of five miles is located in the low and verdant mountains, a number of stilted buildings and ancestral temples built up with giant trees, along the gentle descending topography of the northern slope of the mountain are distributed layer by layer, staggered, the spire eaves style building has a strong Dai style, you can see the graceful clumps of phoenix tail bamboo everywhere, the three-color moon season and the canna around the small building compete for beauty, the shape is like a canopy, the big green trees up to dozens of meters are scattered inside and outside the town, the south is surrounded by streams, in the fields of a horse and a flat river, the strong rice that has just been tasseled dances with the breeze, Swaying gently, like layers of waves slowly surging in the silver moonlight.

The former prosperity and leisureliness of the town are no more, since the British colonizers stepped on this land, the people of Mare Town no longer have the smiles of the past, the jackal-like Burmese puppet army was driven by the British colonists, with guns and long knives to carry out ruthless plundering and suppression of the ancient villages and towns in northern Myanmar, the people who have lived in this area of tens of thousands of square kilometers for hundreds of years have been driven north step by step, and the temples and stone tablets inscribed with Chinese characters have quickly disappeared under the fire and hammer. The patches of rice, corn, cassava, and other crops that used to surround the villages and towns were replaced by poppies that exuded a charming fragrance and bloomed bewitching flowers.

In contrast, the town of Mare is still lucky, because the Burmese army and the British army have to eat food and meat, so they are allowed to continue to maintain the original way of life, and even allow the Han and Dai people who have lived in the town for hundreds of years to go to the north of Menglian Town to receive the high-quality rice seeds and tools and farm tools that the new garrison has distributed free of charge, but after returning, they have to pay the customs collection office set up by the British colonial government. Pay customs duties on imported goods equivalent to half the value of rice seeds and tools, and the value of each catty of rice seeds and tools is completely determined by the British themselves "according to law".

Despite this, the old and beautiful town of Mare no longer laughs and laughter, and although it has become the only treaty port on the "100-kilometer border", the more than 3,000 people of all ethnic groups in the town do not enjoy any benefits, but bear taxes that are more than ten times heavier than in the past.

Just like today, when the British and Burmese troops stationed in the area returned from plundering in the north, all the townspeople could only watch from a distance numbly, not daring to expect to gain the slightest benefit, or thus alleviate the exploitation and oppression of the British.

After returning in the afternoon, the British ** official ordered the Burmese army to drive the cattle and horses into the warehouse next to the "Customs Collection Office" established in the east of the town, and entered the European-style "Customs Collection Office" building built two years ago, toasted with two young British tax officials, and also sent several Burmese soldiers to the town to recruit four women of the Pengyi tribe who had to live in exile after losing their homes.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights of the ancient town gradually went out, and only the magnificent "Customs Collection Office" standing on the east bank of the Nanlei River was still brightly lit and laughing.

The two Burmese guards guarding the east-facing gate seemed very tired, lazily leaning against the solid granite pillars on either side of the gate and napping, while the five patrolling guards handed over to the guards who had come to change the guard, carrying the Enfield III rifles imitated from the last world war, listlessly walked across the narrow iron bridge in front of the warehouse to the west bank, and soon entered the dimly lit Mengbao barracks on the side of the road on the west bank.

Every move of the Burmese army fell into the eyes of the officers and men of the five special forces squads of the Anjia Army, who were ambushed 200 meters north and south of the iron bridge; half an hour after the Burmese guards changed their guards, three nightingales faintly sounded, and the ambush troops on the east and west sides of the north and south of the iron bridge all began to move silently.

Forty-six officers and men of three assault squads distributed on the east bank approached the Mengbao barracks from three directions, and the two reconnaissance squads lying in ambush on the west bank quietly approached the warehouse and the brightly lit "customs collection office." The other two sniper squads occupied favorable terrain, set up sniper rifles, closely monitored, and provided fire support at any time.

On the giant tree only three hundred and fifty meters away from the Mengbao military camp, Yan Zilin, the captain of the special brigade, was closely observing the attack in two directions, and suddenly heard a muffled snort from under the tree, Yan Zilin quickly turned around, and was suddenly startled, a thigh-thick python did not know when to tightly wrap the communication staff officer Zhu Zijie, the signal soldier on the side was so frightened that he forgot to react, the sturdy Zhu Zijie clenched his teeth, struggled desperately, and pulled out the pistol with the only movable left hand, at this juncture, but he didn't dare to shoot, Tumbling with the stout python between the huge aerial roots of the big green tree, unable to get out.

The python's head was held high, its fangs were hideous, and bursts of fishy stench poured out of the crocodile-like mouth of the python's fluttering snake letter, making a sharp "sizzle" sound.

The frightened Yan Zilin suddenly jumped off the branch more than five meters high, rolled over, jumped up, and the dagger he had held in his hand swung like lightning towards the neck of the python that stood upright.

Yan Zilin, who was doused with snake blood, threw a dagger with all his might, pierced the writhing and bouncing snake head on the ground accurately, and nailed it to the root of the tree.

Yan Zilin rolled over, jumped up quickly, and saw that the headless snake's body was still not broken, and was about to go up again, when suddenly a "boom" sounded, and the broken snake body threw out a blood flower, and slammed on the ground with a "snap", and finally squirmed weakly after a few jumps.

Zhu Zijie, who was relieved, used all his strength, rolled to the side of the radio station, lay on the ground and covered his neck to inhale desperately, the signal soldier reacted at this time, and pounced to help Zhu Zijie, who was about to lose his breath, to recover his breathing, and after Zhu Zijie's throat made a sound of air intake, the young signal soldier finally couldn't help the fear in his heart and the fishy air in the air, lying on a raised tree root, "whoosh" and vomited. Fortunately, the south wind was blowing, and the brothers in the front squads had already launched an operation, so the vomiting sound of the signal corps did not affect the whole operation.

Yan Zilin had already returned to the tree branch again, and saw the familiar figures moving in a rapid and orderly manner under the street lamps of the Mengbao military camp, and the five or six guards inside and outside the British army's "customs collection office" and the warehouse on the west bank had all disappeared, and Yan Zilin's hanging heart finally let go:

As soon as the guards of the barracks were cleared, the more than 50 vulnerable Burmese troops inside were only waiting to be slaughtered, and they took control of the Mengbao military camp on the east bank, and a few British Yankees in that big villa could not turn the sky upside down.

The Mengbao barracks were full of muffled snorts, blood overflowing, the daggers of the forty-six soldiers of the three assault teams were flying, the cold light was flewing, the Burmese soldiers who woke up had no time to open their mouths, the sharp arrows shot by the special steel crossbow had been nailed to their heads, the sleeping Burmese soldiers were under the sharp daggers, their necks were cold, and soon their heads were in different places, and the blood in the wide iron-roofed barracks was splashed everywhere, and the blood mist was gushing, and the bodies whose heads were cut off were still twitching frequently, hitting the bed board "dong dong" straight sound, and the flowing blood soon overflowed the flat blue brick floor.

Several soldiers who cut off their heads for the first time were frightened by the cruel scene of hell and their whole bodies weakened, and their hearts beat like thunder, but fortunately, their faces were all painted like the bottom of a pot, and they couldn't see the shameful looks, but their stiff bodies and the overwhelmed demeanor of lifting their heads still attracted the whispered scolding of the old brothers, and finally they could only mechanically follow the old birds of their respective teams to clean up the battlefield, take the rifles and pockets that the old birds flew into, and instinctively carried them to their bodies, and the heads they held in their hands were not allowed to be put down in the scolding of the old birds.

In the European-style villa on the west bank, three drunken British ** officials and tax officials have had their heads cut off, four young women have not yet seen the comers, they have been knocked unconscious, more than a dozen soldiers rushed into various rooms, rummaged through the cabinets, searched closely, threw all valuable items into the pockets they brought along with the documents, the iron door of the small room inside the office had been pried open, and the two brothers were using the keys they had found to carefully open the safe.

The only living British ** officer, at this moment the whole body trembled, extremely frightened, his arms have been twisted off, his joints have been broken at the feet of the two special forces brothers, the British lieutenant who passed out in pain and was awake after passing out in pain faced with camouflage, the squad leader Wei Changhui, who was full of camouflage and strong physique, was already frightened and lost his voice, and the teeth of the "quack" collision did not have the neatness and whiteness when he stood on the Kapok Ridge and talked and laughed.

The reason why Wei Changhui didn't have a knife turned out to be this heinous British, not because he wanted to take something out of his mouth, Wei Changhui and the entire detachment did not have any interrogation tasks, and the reason why the brutal and arrogant British suffered a little more was that Wei Changhui saw the girl of the Wuyi tribe lying next to the British, covered with tooth marks and blood marks.

Wei Changhui can't say any advantages, but he has one advantage that most men in this era can't match-knowing that he feels sorry for women!

There is no woman who has slept with Wei Changhui in the past few years who has not been moved by the gentleness and open-mindedness unique to this tough and cold man, which is also the reason why he has repeatedly committed style problems. At this moment, let Wei Changhui see the beautiful girl's purple and red tooth marks and bloodstains all over her body, how could he not let this iron-blooded and tender man rush to the crown angrily? Therefore, he would rather go back and bear the punishment than make this perverted Englishman suffer a lot, and never want him to die so happily.

"Click-"

With a wave of the long knife, a big hand quickly reached out, caught the head of the last Englishman, and then quickly stepped back, strode out of the lobby under Wei Changhui's annoyed gaze, and gave an order in his slightly hoarse voice:

"The heads of the four foreign devils are brought back to receive the reward, and the rest of the heads are all hung on the gate, and the demolition team will get the corpse trap as soon as possible, and the fire in the military camp opposite will burn, and it must be evacuated within five minutes!"

The words of the team leader Lin Bingning fell, and the entire hall was left with Wei Changhui, who was huffing and breathing.