In front of the disinfection room in the sanitary quarantine area, in a spacious wooden shed made of logs, seven or eight Ming Dynasty men curled up on the ground shivering, and a dozen European men who worked as barbers stood to the side stupidly, all with panicked faces.

A sturdy Ming Dynasty man was bleeding profusely on his chest, and he was lying in the middle of the wooden shed convulsively, still clutching most of the chair tightly in his hands, and the pupils of his eyes were dilated and gradually losing their luster.

The blood slowly spread, centered on the man who was about to die, and flowed outside the wooden shed, mixing with the rain, flowing out hideous and strange red lines on the concrete floor, and then being broken and diluted in the increasingly large raindrops.

About a squad of Indian Army soldiers held their rifles and warily pointed at the dying Ming Dynasty men who had been shot and fell to the ground in the center of the field, all of them with dead faces, and the nearest soldier with the rank of sergeant still had a slight green smoke from the muzzle of the gun.

The turbulent situation of the crowd instantly became dead silent. Many Ming immigrants who had already clung to wooden benches and stones shrank into the corners of the walls of the sanitary quarantine area, drenched in rain and pale.

More than 20 policemen surrounded the scene of the barber shed, more army soldiers ran into the sanitary quarantine, and soldiers of nearly a company raised their guns one after another, blocking more than 500 Ming Dynasty men who refused to get a haircut in the corner of the wall.

Some migrants violated health and quarantine regulations and violently resisted, using "weapons" to beat barbers, policemen and soldiers on the scene.

According to the previous rules, Army Sergeant Moqi decisively shot and killed the "thorn in the head" who provoked the trouble. In his opinion, the guy who was killed this time was no different from the white immigrants who were killed in the past. Because the Army Command has always emphasized the need to suppress any newcomers who do not pay attention to the rules by iron-blooded means.

Count this today. This is the fourth presumptuous guy killed by Mochi since he joined the army for flagrant defiance of military control in the sanitary quarantine area. And he intuitively felt that these Chinese people with long hair tied up were not the same people as Li Xiang.

"Let them all crouch! Those who incite trouble will be shot on the spot! Sergeant Mochi put away his gun, glared at the European barber who had been procrastinating, and then turned back to all the soldiers and repeated the old rules that he had long been familiar with.

"What's wrong?!"

He Yu, who wore the rank of captain, braved the heavy rain, separated the crowd of soldiers, and strode over.

His eyes fell on the Ming Dynasty man in the center of the wooden shed who had stopped breathing, and He Yu's face changed greatly.

"Report Captain. Someone tried to resist by force, and they have been ordered to be killed! Sergeant Mochi ran out of the wooden shed and hurried to stand upright. Answered loudly.

"You're crazy! Who told you to shoot! The corners of He Yu's mouth twitched, and he slowly raised his trembling arm and pointed at the Ming Dynasty man in a pool of blood. There was a fierce glint in his eyes, "You don't know him...... He ......"

"He" for a long time, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Slowly coming back to his senses, he glanced around at the hundreds of policemen and soldiers who were tightly surrounding the Ming Dynasty immigrants, and He Yu felt that his throat was extremely dry.

The European soldiers, who had probably understood a little better, threw a gloating sneer at the Delaware sergeant, and then lowered their rifles and gradually retreated.

The rain poured down his helmet and into his neck, and Sergeant Mochi suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

"What's wrong?"

More and more people are returning from the ferry to the pier. Even the Minister of Immigration, Li Xiang and his wife, Su Zining and others rushed back. Li Xiang handed the umbrella to his wife Na Da and ran to He Yu's side.

Like He Yu's previous expression, Li Xiang was also stunned on the spot.

"The body is skinned, and the parents are accepted, otherwise they will have no face to see their ancestors when they die! I can't get rid of my hair! My lord! I can't get rid of my hair! ”

The voice of anger and pleading by a little. Joined together, and finally formed a sea of weeping. The men, women, and children of the Ming Dynasty, who had just eaten a full meal that they had never thought of in their lives, knelt in the rain one after another, and most of the new clothes that they had been wearing for a few days were soaked in muddy water. …,

Prime Minister Qi Jianjun was already showing some signs of baldness, and looked around at all the cabinet members present with a haggard and stern expression.

"Sergeant Mo Qi is only enforcing the existing military control regulations of the sanitary quarantine area, and he is not hostile to the immigrants of the Ming Dynasty, and I do not agree to any punishment against him!" Li Xiang was the first to stand up, his tone and expression were terrifying.

"I see what you mean, Li Xiang. But shoot at the people we worked so hard to get from Daming? Call no hostility? How can we let them live here with peace of mind in the future? I know he's your brother-in-law, but you can't convince Congress like that. Minister of Construction Zhou Yi shook his head again and again.

"Congress doesn't have the power to meddle in the management of the Army Command! Sergeant Mochi is one of the most identified native Indians in the country at the moment, and if he is treated too harshly, it will have a very bad effect on other Indians, and even European immigrants will gradually develop antagonism. ”

Defense Minister Zheng Quan, who is one of those who has a more determined attitude towards domestic racism, is also not good-looking.

"But if we don't come up with a good result, Congress will think that we agree with the random killing of our compatriots!"

The female minister of health and education said worriedly.

"Why cut off your long hair? And why can't you cut off your long hair? Haven't you ever thought about this question? ”

Yan Xiaosong, the newly appointed vice minister of foreign affairs, stood up and looked around at his cabinet colleagues.

Su Zining raised his head, quietly looked at his friend's familiar smiling face, and gradually, seemed to understand what the other party meant.

"I stayed in the Ming Dynasty for nearly half a year, from officials to porters, from pirates to merchants, I came into contact with them all. In our ancient and glorious Chinese country, we must have one reason and one name in everything we do. If your name is not right, your words are not good, no matter what your rules are, it will not work! Although there is a brother who reckons accounts, there is also the affection of a father and son in battle! The name is right, everything is easy to discuss, life is still the same, and the love is still there. In our modern times, these are all untouchable humanistic feelings. ”

Yan Xiaosong smiled slyly, making everyone who saw his expression feel an urge to hit someone, including Su Zining himself.

"You mean that we need a high-sounding reason so that the people of the Ming Dynasty can understand our original intentions and resolve the resentment of the Congress? Hehe, I like this the most! ”

Homeland Security Minister Liu Yun ignored the ban on the meeting, took out a cigarette, lit it in a dashing manner, and took a deep breath.

"Sergeant Mo Qi has been naturalized for a short time, the language communication is not smooth, and the officer is temporarily absent and cannot preside over the normal management, Mo Qi is not derelict in his duty and violated the military order, and the shooting caused the death of the Ming Dynasty immigrants is the objective reason, and the demotion is enough."

Defense Minister Zheng Quan also followed up with his opinion on the handling of Sergeant Moqi, and everyone nodded at this time. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )