The morning light has spread to the earth, but the heat is not felt in this tropical city, but no one comes out to open shops in the quiet streets, no pedestrians walk around, like a ghost town, only a few small birds chirp, which seems to be really abrupt.

Azri's mother secretly opened a crack in the window and cautiously peeked out.

There was not a single figure in sight on the street, but around the corner there was a large pool of blood, and an arm whose name it was. Some Chinese homes and shops on the opposite side had been smashed to pieces, and on the windowsill of a Chinese snack bar, there was a dead body of a Chinese lying on his stomach, but his head was not seen.

Seeing this scene, the weak woman was also frightened, and hurriedly dodged away and did not dare to look again, and several of his young children also tried to breathe through the wind, but were stopped by the vigilant Azri.

At this time, Lin Xuehong had not slept all night, but he did not see a sleepy look on him, but a look of defeat that had been extremely hit. Azli looked at him like this, feeling helpless and regretful, and didn't know how to relieve him.

Lin Xuehong raised his eyes slightly, saw Azli, and said in a weak voice: "Azli, it was my fault last night, I shouldn't have been so rude to you, no matter what, you saved me, I am willing to take me in so that I will not be hurt by the mob, I want to thank you." ”

Azri's heart warmed slightly, and she didn't know what kind of mood Lu Dao was in. Even in this situation, Lim Xuehong is still the courteous, gentle and easy classmate she remembers, and she has a crush on this Chinese teenager, which is about this, it is difficult to find similar qualities in Malay men.

"Classmate Lin, eat something, you haven't eaten, drunk or slept all night, this is not good for your health. Riot...... The riots will pass. Azli remembered Lin Xuehong's words yesterday, knowing that such comfort would not help him, and the fragile teenager must be full of resentment and resentment towards the country now.

A country that cannot guarantee the safety of its own citizens and property, a country that is superior to others because of the color of their skin and race, and a country that will eventually be deprived even if they are industrious and thrifty. Even Azri herself felt infinitely indignant.

Azri wanted to stop studying architecture and get into politics to change the status quo and put Malaysia on the right track. But she herself knows how ridiculous this kind of thought is. First of all, she is a woman, and in this predominantly green country, the status of women is unimaginably low, let alone being a politician, and even being a taxi driver has no chance. Moreover, what can politicians do? Such a political model, which values votes more than democracy itself, has become a tool for the majority to oppress the minority. In order to be elected, politicians must curry favor with the Malays, and in order for the Malays to vote for themselves, they must not be able to do anything against the will of the Malays and "infringe" on their interests.

At least with Azri's wisdom, she didn't know what could be done to save it all.

Azri's mother said to her youngest son, "Go out and fetch some water." ”

The Malay child, who was not very friendly to Lin Xuehong, ran out of the house with a bucket of water. Due to the backward municipal construction, not every household in Kuala Lumpur has access to running water, especially families like Azri's family, who are not in charge of the house and are not wealthy.

A few steps out of the door, the quick-witted Malay boy saw a group of people with sticks in their hands, some carrying school bags, and showing banknotes, some carrying a TV, and even snatching a mattress that seemed to be worth a lot of money.

Suddenly, a Malay child with a bucket shouted, "Come here, come here, a Chinese man has come to my house!" ”

The group of Malays, who had been so encouraged by the looting and killing, did not want to continue doing it, but each took the "spoils" and went home to rest and then enjoy what they had grabbed. But when the Malay kid shouted that there was still a fish that had slipped through the net, they subconsciously brandished their weapons and rushed over like berserkers who had been cast a bloodthirsty spell.

Azri was shocked to see this, and her mother immediately pulled her into the house, and if the mob identified them as traitors harboring the Chinese, or accused them of being unchaste, the punishment that awaited their mother and daughter would be extremely terrible.

Lin Xuehong didn't expect things to turn out like this, he knew that Azri's younger brother didn't like him, but he didn't expect to be able to sell himself to the group of thugs on the street. He looked at the child from a distance, his eyes flashed with excitement and self-satisfaction, Lin Xuehong couldn't understand what made such a young child so dissatisfied with him and wanted to get rid of him quickly.

As he watched in despair as the Malay thug was about to storm Azri's house, suddenly there was an uproar outside, and someone pointed to the sky and shouted, "Airplanes, lots of planes!" ”

The roar of the aero engines came from far and near, and the thugs who were originally charging also stood there as if they were watching the many planes suddenly appear in the sky. The expressions on the faces of some Malays who were a little knowledgeable changed: "This is a military transport plane, so many planes, is there going to be a war?" Is it Singaporean? Or Thai? ”

At the moment when he screamed, a fighter plane flew over the messy city at a very low altitude, at most 30 meters above the ground, and the whizzing fighter completely frightened the Malays, who were still full of tyranny just now, and they either squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, or threw away their things and fled in all directions, and some of them also shouted nervously: "There is going to be a war, there is going to be a war!" ”

However, Lin Xuehong, who had already accepted the fate of death, became excited, because he could clearly see just now that the low-flying fighter plane had a symbol on the tail that he had only seen in a magazine yesterday - the August 1 Red Star - this is a country composed entirely of Chinese, with a military strength praised by all the world's great powers, a billion people and millions of troops, and it is the most powerful country in East Asia.

The military transport planes circled in the air, their rear hatches opened, and white umbrella flowers jumped out of the huge belly, and in an instant the entire Kuala Lumpur sky seemed to be covered with these umbrella flowers. As a military fan, Lin Xuehong certainly understands what this means, and the Chinese army is carrying out a large-scale airborne mission, and he roughly estimates that at least 1,000 troops and some supplies have been dropped into Kuala Lumpur. Even in the airdropped troops, there is such a thing as an infantry fighting vehicle.

He had just flown past his eyes and scared away those Malay fighters, which he had also seen in the previous military illustrated magazines, and it was the most relied on air supremacy fighter of the US Navy, the F-14 Tomcat. He had heard that the Chinese had already obtained such fighters from Iran and had ordered more Tomcats from the United States, and with the shelter of such fighters in the sky, Malaysian troops simply did not have any strength to stop their airborne activities.

Even Lin Xuehong felt that the Malay army was incredible at this moment, until now he has not even heard a single anti-aircraft gun, let alone any gunshots, is it possible that the Malays are letting the Chinese army set foot on the country? Or do they know the truth but don't care?

Lin Xuehong looked up at the umbrella flowers in the sky, and the biggest question in his heart was: What is the Chinese army doing in Malaysia? Is it really here to protect them?

As a college student who knows a little bit of international knowledge, he understands that China has no reason to invade a sovereign country, they are all Malaysians of nationality, and Malaysians kill Malaysians, which has nothing to do with Chinese.

Such thoughts made Lin Xuehong feel a little helpless, but he finally had a sense of relief. The Chinese army is coming, coming to Kuala Lumpur, and since they are here, they will not sit idly by and watch more Chinese compatriots being killed and bullied.

A paratrooper slowly landed beside Lin Xuehong, and saw this paratrooper quickly get up from the ground, then took out a saber and cut the rope on the parachute, he was hanging a 95C short assault rifle, a Type 07 military uniform, and a variety of equipment.

The soldier saw Lin Xuehong standing outside at a glance, and immediately rushed up to pull him aside, saying, "Citizens, please enter the house immediately to take shelter, something unexpected may happen on the street." ”

He spoke standard Mandarin, and Lin Xuehong's Chinese was generally passable, and he could feel the indisputability of this soldier, but people spoke with invitations, at least some politeness.

"Sir, are you Chinese troops? Are you here to protect your fellow Chinese? Lin Xuehong couldn't help but ask.

The GI replied solemnly: "Yes, we were ordered to carry out the operation of protecting and evacuating overseas Chinese. ”

Lin Xuehong was disappointed for a while, and said: "But there are very few Chinese Chinese in Malaysia, and they are basically local nationals. ”

The soldier seemed to have expected it, took out a piece of paper from his arms, patted it on Lin Xuehong's chest, and said: "Find a pen to sign your name, you are a legal citizen of the People's Republic of China, and then you are the obligation of our overseas Chinese protection troops." ”

Lin Xuehong immediately understood the truth of this, this is simply to get on the bus first and then buy a ticket, you said that you do not have a large number of Chinese expatriates in your country, you can see it, everyone is holding a "legal" passport issued by China, I said that they are Chinese citizens, they are, you violate the safety of the lives and property of our overseas Chinese, it is a big crime enough to declare war on you.

This is definitely not a great thing, but Lin Xuehong knows that this is the best way. It wasn't very legitimate, but they came, with an iron fist, to save their fellow citizens.