"In view of the large-scale armed fighting between the Chinese and the Javanese in Surabaya's Chinatown, the Surabaya Police Department must forcibly control the entire Chinatown! All the people should immediately return to their homes and not stay on the street! Anyone who is not a Chinese in Surabaya's Chinatown will be arrested!" Pola Walla had a long voice and spoke, he actually walked over and pointed at the corpse of a Chinese young man with his toes and said: "These dead people must also be identified one by one......" Before he could finish speaking, he wiped the ground and a dart gun was nailed in front of him, so startled that he almost jumped.

The police officers next to him immediately pulled out their guns as if they were facing a great enemy.

A few sturdy Chinese youths, still with bandages on their bodies, brushed the ground and surrounded them without fear, and one of the young men in the lead said: "If you dare to touch our friend's body again, we will kill you!"

"You...... You want to rebel!" Polawa couldn't help but put his hand on the holster of the gun on his waist, he didn't expect that he was just tapping the corpse with his foot, and these Chinese young people reacted so much.

"Rebellion? Whose rebellion do we make?" An old and grief-stricken voice came, although he had long expected the attitude of the Indonesian official, but Bolava's pretentiousness still made Lin Yaohui disappointed and sad: "Director Polava, who do you think is the mountain pressing on the heads of the Indonesian Chinese, and whose rebellion are we going to make?"

Polava couldn't help but be speechless for a while, and with Lin Yaohui coming, there were also a few reporters carrying cameras, which made him dare not speak casually. However, he immediately changed his words and said, "It turns out that the people from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce are also there! That's right, please let me know President Lin." In the event of such a large-scale fight, who is the leader on the Chinese side?"

"Fighting?" Lin Yaohui's face immediately became angry: "Tens of thousands of people with machetes and sticks came to the Chinese area, and the Chinese resisted." Is it just a fight? Then please tell me how the Chinese can abide by the law and not count it as a fight? Is it like Jakarta in '98, where people are slaughtered and there is no one to apologize afterwards, so it is not considered a fight?"

"Lin Lao...... The president ...... "Polava originally wanted to call Old Man Lin, but when he saw the camera next to him, he immediately changed his tone: "You don't rely on the old and sell the old here." Talking nonsense, tens of thousands of people have been beaten away by you, are you a temporary resistance? You are so well prepared that you did not call the police in advance. What is it that is not a fight?"

"We called the police in advance?" Lin Yaohui's face showed irony: "After the incident, we called the police four times, and six hours later, the respected director was late, and we called the police in advance." Does it work?"

"Don't talk nonsense about old age!" Polava changed color and said directly: "Why doesn't our police station even have a report record!"

Just then, a police officer ran up. Whisper in his ear.

When Polava heard this, his face immediately changed. It turned out to be Bolava's brother-in-law. After getting his hints, he came with some police officers to make a fortune. As a result, he did not expect to encounter a once-in-a-century Chinese rebellion. At first, he would call the police several times, so that he thought that the Chinese were being slaughtered, so he didn't care at all.

As a result, in the evening, many foreign media suddenly reported a large number of pictures of the bloody battle in Chinatown, which made his wife very worried and called him to ask about the situation. He hurried with the police. It was in the pile of dead and wounded Indonesians that the policeman found the bodies of his brother-in-law and dozens of other police officers.

Polawa hurriedly left everyone behind and rushed over to see that it was his brother-in-law and more than twenty subordinates who had been cleared out by his men. At this time, there were also people in Chinatown who knew a few of these people, and couldn't help but shout: "These people are policemen!"

When Polava heard this, he immediately turned his head, glared at Lin Yaohui and said, "Okay, you even dare to kill plainclothes policemen, you really have been planning for a long time! Arrest these leaders, immediately block Surabaya Chinatown, and search for troublemakers!" Originally, these politicians planned to sacrifice the interests of the Chinese in Surabaya Chinatown in exchange for their own economic income. Now that there is such a file, the international impact is too bad, so Bora made a decision immediately, planning to let the Chinese in Chinatown bear the black pot. As for these foreign media, as long as he controls the situation here, it is not up to him to say it.

A lie told 10,000 times is the truth. Thousands of miles away, even if they are as close as Chinese, there are a few people who are willing to come here to find out the truth. Not to mention the aliens of other countries. Most of them are concerned, but curious. Most sympathy can only be solidarity. How many people can really contribute.

As soon as he gave the order here, he heard someone shout: "It turns out that the backbone personnel of this violent anti-Chinese incident turned out to be these policemen, and the mastermind behind the scenes actually had the participation of the police department! Arrest these scum and let the Indonesian government give us justice!" When Polava heard this, he couldn't help but be taken aback, he reversed black and white, and he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who could fish in troubled waters better than him, and this time he hooked the matter with the government.

Polava looked up and saw a group of young Chinese covered in blood squeezing in from the crowd.

The first person was covered in blood, as if he had just been fished out of the blood. And a tall Chinese young man beside him was carrying a human head in his hand.

"What are you talking about!" roared Polava, reaching for his gun, and he would not hesitate to kill the daring man. But as soon as he touched his hand back, the man's body flashed, and he was in front of him, and a thorn of five or six armies in his hand was already on his throat. It was Xie Cunguan.

Bolava was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to be so fast.

And Xie Cunguan was also taken aback, he didn't expect him to be so fast. After a day of life-and-death struggle, after the initial tiredness, he had a lively spiritual sensitivity on the way back just now. He didn't know where that feeling came from, but he did.

He has practiced Shanghai for a long time and pursued the unity of ten forms.

He has been practicing the Dai family's mental monkey pile for a long time, and pursues spiritual strength.

But today's war, it seems that these things, all of a sudden, opened a door on him. This bloody battle made him feel like he was out of his weight for a while. Just like just now. As soon as his heart moved, his body completed all the movements in an instant, and there was no sense of urgency that he had in the past.

In fact, he didn't know that human potential needed to be stimulated. Past. There is a saying that a veteran of a hundred battles can win the general. is a veteran who never dies in a hundred battles, even if he doesn't practice any martial arts, he can kill those generals who have been practicing martial arts for a long time. It is because a place like the battlefield can best tap the fighting instinct of human beings.

Anyone who writes poetry knows that there is a saying that kung fu is outside poetry! In addition to your good literary accomplishment, you also need to have life and experience. Martial arts are the same many times, except for the usual practice of kung fu fighting. What can really inspire a person's martial arts to improve is not in ordinary practice.

Some people have been practicing martial arts for a long time, but they have never been able to beat people. It's just that the teacher punches and leads him, it's still the same. But maybe one day, an unexpected thing. Let him be enlightened all of a sudden, and he can beat people with a raised hand.

As the saying goes, it's an enlightenment!

It's like Guo Tayu practicing boxing and making love with Zheng Xiuqing. Suddenly, there was a feeling that I had never felt before, that is, between men and women. The throbbing between his bodies touched the nerves in his body that were not usually easy to induce. So. In the old man Li Zhongxuan's "In the Passing Martial Arts", there is an example of hugging a woman as a metaphor for the feeling of martial arts.

And Xie Cunguan's long-sought unity of ten forms, and his spiritual strength, were completely stimulated in today's fight, in the fight for life and life.

But he didn't have time to experience this joy at the moment, and the thorn in his hand was pressed against Polava's throat, and he said to the other young people: "Get their guns down!"

Those people fought with him for a day, and now they are already obedient. Immediately rushed up, surrounded Polawa and several police officers in front of him, and shot several people under the knife and stick.

As soon as he made a move here, before the police officers in the distance could react, they were surrounded by a group of Chinese youths.

Everyone was furious with these police officers who were belated, who were intimidating as soon as they came, and who were disrespectful to the warriors who died in the defense of the battle, and it would be polite to see that they had done it.

"Inch official, is this appropriate?" When these people were brought down and locked up, Lin Yaohui couldn't help asking. He is not an impulsive young man, and he always hopes to look at the cause and effect in the long run.

"This is a must!" Xie Cunguan handed over the military thorn in his hand to others for a long time ago, and was sitting there at the moment, asking people to help bind his wounds. Although there were many swords on his body, none of them were serious injuries. This is all the result of receiving He Lao's training in the capital. When the knife and gun are in front of him, his muscles can always be rotated or rotated, or drummed or contracted, to minimize the damage.

It's just that the excessive blood loss makes his face a little pale at the moment.

"If we didn't have the participation of these policemen, we would really not be able to do anything! As long as the government is not obviously biased, why should we ask for autonomy! This time, these police scum of the Surabaya Police Station have given us such a reason! From '98 to the present, the government cannot be trusted, so we demand autonomy!" Xie Cunguan said softly.

Lin Yaohui listened to it and couldn't help sighing, he was born in Indonesia and grew up in Indonesia, and his thinking is still a little conservative.

"Lin Lao, it's not early, you have been busy for a day, go rest and rest, and take a look at Hu Feng! He is not lightly injured!" Lin Yaohui's grandson Lin Hufeng has a big fate, he only cut down an Indonesian thug when he went up, and he was seriously injured, and after being stabbed by the other party, he returned to the Chinese queue with one foot, and saved his life.

Seeing Lin Yaohui go out, Xie Cunguan turned his head and asked Guo Tayu on the side, "How is Brother Liangshan? Did you wake up?" It turned out that when Liang Shan came back, it was already dark, but he forcibly brought back all the heads of the five Japanese. As soon as the man entered Chinatown, he fell to the ground and fell unconscious. At this time, he was still being rescued in the operating room next door to Xie Cunguan.

Guo Tayu shook his head lightly and said, "I haven't woken up yet!" However, the doctor said that he had lost too much blood, and his injuries were not serious, and he needed to recuperate for a few days.

"There are things called wolves in Qindi, which can travel thousands of miles, endure hunger and cold, be happy and revengeful, and be light on life and righteousness...... A coat and a robe, a water and a meal, will be repaid in blood, for a promise, shed blood, one after another, like a moth to the fire...... It's for the swordsman!" Xie Cunguan remembered what Huang Shihong had told him about the Qinchuan swordsman, and couldn't help muttering. Although the swordsman has long been annihilated in history in Qinchuan, this spirit is melted into the blood of Liangshan and Kang Shunfeng, the martial artists of Qin. (To be continued......)