Early in the morning on April 9, the mountain road leading to a mountain about 20 kilometers from the city in Yangon was filled with crowds of people from time to time, and all kinds of cars and rickshaws rushed by.

Last night, there was a light rain, to more than five o'clock in the morning, the thin clouds dispersed, the dawn appeared, soon, a round of spray thin red sun, suddenly jumped in the east, the flowers and trees on both sides of the mountain road, more and more verdant, the air is fresh and cool, it is a rare good weather.

The people who were busy on the road, not interested in enjoying the scenery on both sides of the mountain road, gathered together on foot, in twos and threes, talking in low voices, with a slight hint of nervousness and excitement in their expressions, these were ordinary citizens of Yangon, who had come to watch the scene of the shooting of criminals by the independent division.

Mei Xue's press office has been very effective, and the truth about the riots in Indochina and the bloody atrocities of the rioters have been publicized to the maximum, and many citizens have witnessed the criminal acts of the rioters on the night of the riots.

A few days later, they were very glad for their original choice, that stormy night, a team of heavily armed Chinese soldiers, suddenly arrived, pulled those people out of the bed, stuffed into the truck, they were nervous, but not worried, and knew in their hearts that the Chinese began to retaliate, but the object of revenge did not affect themselves.

In the following days, the original owner of the Gaomen compound was swept out of the house and dragged the wolf bèi away, which was another huge shock to those ordinary citizens, and finally understood the phrase that Chinese often hang on their lips, "There is a head for wrongs, and there is a master for debts," and they were glad that the psychological security brought about by being kind to the Chinese and overseas Chinese and living in harmony brought about by it.

A huge flat land in the middle of the mountains. Several deep pits, freshly turned out mud, mixed into mud by rainwater, many soldiers with loaded guns. With a stern face, he was on guard around him, and when he entered it, he had to be subjected to strict interrogation, this was Tang Qiuli, and the execution ground prepared for these thugs was only in more than 20 cities. One of the largest.

At about 7 o'clock in the morning, dozens of military trucks ran over the wet mountain roads and drove quickly, and the morning breeze lifted a corner of the cloth, and the sharp-eyed citizens of Yangon saw Chinese soldiers with murderous faces and fully armed.

More than thirty minutes later. More military trucks drove over, this time, on trucks. The convoy was full of thugs who had been tied up and had gray faces, and roughly estimated that there were six or seven thousand people, and after the convoy drove over, it caused a burst of discussion among the citizens, and among them, there were people they knew well, who were the objects of their envy.

However, people are so-called wealthy businessmen or cultural people, and they don't have other backgrounds. The most poor, not relying on the body and hands to eat and beg for a living, is naturally superior to others, and he is a person of two classes, who knows others, others do not know themselves, and they usually see it. If you call a lord or an adult, you don't necessarily glance at yourself.

At around eight o'clock, Tang Qiuli rode in an open-top military jeep, under the strict protection of more than 100 special guards, appeared at the execution ground, and in the jeep, there were only two people, Shanhu and himself, Mei Xue and Liu Xinlan, did not bring it, such a bloody scene, it is better for them to avoid it.

Originally, at the execution scene, there was no need for Tang Qiuli to come in person, but he couldn't sit still, he always felt that he couldn't see these thugs go to the west with his own eyes, and he still had a lot of regrets in his heart, and there was a feeling of unfinished. ”…,

After speaking, he gave a military salute and said solemnly: "Huang Shanhu, the captain of the division headquarters guard brigade, on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the guard brigade, asks the division commander to fight, and requests that the guard brigade be used as a firing squad, and asks the division commander to approve it!" Then, patting the heavy machine gun in his hand, he continued: "My old fellow, I haven't fired meat for a long time, although I am not a little devil, I am also some beasts that should be killed, I can barely say it!" ”

Looking at the eager mountain tiger, Tang Qiuli had a headache and said: "Huzi, let's go, it's already been a long time, Brother Qiusheng still has to do persuasion work, you put forward a new request, didn't it disrupt Shen Jun's plan?" Besides, what do you want the troops to think that have already been arranged? ”

Shanhu muttered dissatisfied, followed Tang Qiuli together, and arrived at the division headquarters, which was quite smooth, Tang Qiusheng just told a few words, and there was no more obstruction, so Tang Qiu's move to leave the scene by himself.

Tang Qiu got out of the car, and the five flowers tied up Richard, who was kneeling at the front? Wilson, with a spark of hope suddenly flashed in his dead eyes, and shouted loudly: "General Tang, you have made a promise to me, I have done what I can, I hope you will fulfill your promise!" ”

This Wilson was unlucky enough, with the soldiers of the guard brigade, he took out the treasure with great difficulty, and after returning to Yangon, he was thrown into a small black room, no one cared about it for more than ten days, no one asked, this guy was not in a hurry, he had the bottom in his heart, he gave Tang Qiuli such a big fortune, it was enough to buy a life.

Therefore, Wilson ate soundly, slept well, and imagined that he would be on the ship back home tomorrow, and all he thought about in his mind was how to dress himself up as a hero, so that when he faced the questioning and investigation of the domestic intelligence agencies, he was fooled.

The situation at the scene, even if you are a fool, you can see it, not to mention Wilson, who is a veteran spy, he has always thought that this is Tang Qiuli's subordinates, who did it behind Tang Qiuli's back, and Tang Qiuli himself does not know, but where can I find Tang Qiuli to complain about his situation?

When he was already desperate and despaired, Tang Qiuli, the great savior in his heart, was like God, a miracle appeared, Wilson was excited and wanted to cry, the only chance to survive was absolutely not to be missed, so he shouted regardless of it.

Tang Qiuli looked at the hysterical Wilson with a smile, and when he finished shouting, he said slowly: "It's Mr. Wilson, thank you for your cooperation, the only promise I can fulfill is to let you die happily, soon, without pain, with a snap, your life will be over, start praying!" ”

In a few words, Wilson experienced the ups and downs from the hope of life to the ruthless destruction of hope, he was already stupid, he didn't even remember the anger, he knelt there in a daze, the blue-gray was already inside, full of despair and horror, and subconsciously said to himself: "Why is this happening? ”

Guess the Song of Weng! Tang Qiuli saw at a glance the dejected kneeling there, the chairman of the Burmese National Construction Committee, who was also the organizer and implementer of the Indochina Peninsula, and the core backbone of the British secret service, his eyes were full of disgust, staring at this criminal scum without saying a word.

Guess Weng Song was aware, raised his head, stunned for a moment, and then, his eyes were full of hatred and Tang Qiuli's gaze, Tang Qiuli smiled contemptuously, and said, "Guess Weng Song, have you thought of today?" ”

Guess Weng Song also chuckled, not afraid at all, to a little bold, and replied: "I don't regret it, if there is an afterlife, I still have to kill all you Chinese pigs, Tang Qiuli, you are hands, stained with the blood of our Burmese, they will not let you go, the seeds of revenge have taken root in the hearts of the Burmese people, as long as our blood is watered, we can grow into a towering tree, at that time, Tang Qiuli, the end of you, the devil and the executioner, will come!" ”…,

Chaiweng Song said, swinging his head to the onlookers Yangon citizens, his eyes flashed with a sickly light, thinking that his words could provoke Tang Qiuli and leave a glorious image of a hero in the minds of the onlookers Yangon citizens, but he miscalculated, Tang Qiuli didn't mean to be angry at all, just looked at Chaiweng Song with a pitiful gaze.

Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Guess Weng Song, what a big ambition?" You have no afterlife, I will beat you, a miscellaneous person whose hands are stained with the blood of our Chinese, into the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be able to turn over, let alone think about life, your Burmese National Construction Committee has been uprooted, they will accompany you to hell, by the way, forget to tell you, your family has been escorted to China, don't want to return to Myanmar in this life, the seeds of hatred can only die in a foreign land. ”

"As for these citizens, I came to see how you repay your blood debt, because through our propaganda, you are already a heinous villain, a murderer, a destroyer of the peace of the city, and if I don't kill you, it is not enough for the people to be angry, and as for my hands, which are stained with the blood of you thugs, I am proud, and I will use these hands to make the sky of Myanmar light and breezy, because I conform to the will of the people."

"Also, you have a lot of property that you have forcibly seized and looted when you were a Burmese traitor, thank you very much, you have accumulated most of your life's family funds, which has become the wealth of our Chinese, and will play its due role in building a new Myanmar!" Therefore, your death is meaningless, your name will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history, and the next generation of Myanmar can only remember you, the sinner of history, and the Burmese traitor! ”

Tang Qiuli's words, every sentence was a heart-wrenching word, which made Guess Weng Song's face pale, the blood vessels in his head burst out, he glared at Tang Qiuli angrily, "pounced", spit out, fell to the ground, and fainted.

Tang Qiuli said to a lieutenant next to him: "Lieutenant, don't let him die so quickly, call the military doctor to come over, I want him to see and experience with his own eyes, the feeling of a bullet piercing his head!" ”

The lieutenant replied excitedly: "Yes, division commander!" Execute the order now! When Tang Qiuli turned around, a large group of reporters, after passing the security check, swarmed towards him.

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