The last red streak in the sky faded away, and the sky gradually turned into a deep blue, with twinkling stars hanging high on the clean sky. The night fell silently, and the bright moon slowly rose, and the silver light filled the sky.
Covered by stars, the vast mountains and lush earth are covered with a hazy soft light. In the completely silent world, there are only the singing of grass insects and the gurgling sound of running water, and a few faint calls of nightingales mixed in the wind.
Feeling lonely.
Marei Town under the moonlight, with its twinkling lights and dancing bamboo shadows, looks so peaceful and peaceful. This small town, located on the west bank of the Nanlei River, has a history of more than 400 years and has been the centerpiece of the East Yunnan-Burma Road trade route for hundreds of years.
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An important post station. The town with a radius of five miles is located among the low and green mountains. Stilt buildings and ancestral temples built with giant trees are scattered layer by layer along the gently descending terrain of the northern hillside.
The elegant, pointed-roofed eaves-style building has a strong Dai style. Graceful clumps of phoenix-tailed bamboos can be seen everywhere. The three-color roses and canna trees surrounding the small building compete in beauty, forming a canopy, with large green trees tens of meters high.
Scattered inside and outside the town, surrounded by streams in the south, in the vast plains of the plains, the vigorous rice plants that have just headed are dancing with the breeze, swaying gently, like slowly rising waves under the silver moonlight.
The prosperity and leisureliness of the town in the past are no longer the same. Ever since the British colonists set foot on this land, the people of Mare Town no longer have the smiles of the past.
Driven by the people, they used guns and long knives to ruthlessly plunder and suppress ancient villages and towns in northern Myanmar, and have lived in this area of tens of thousands of square kilometers for hundreds of years.
The people were driven northward step by step. Temples and stone tablets engraved with Chinese characters quickly disappeared under the fire and hammers. The patches of rice, corn, cassava and other crops that originally surrounded the villages and towns were exuded with charming fragrance.
, replaced by the poppies blooming with charming flowers. With a glimmer of hope for survival, the people of all ethnic groups who have not been expelled by the colonists began to enter the hopeless years of hardship and suffering.
In contrast, Marais Town, which is very close to China, is lucky. Because the Burmese and British troops have to eat and eat meat, Mareis Town is allowed to continue to maintain its original way of life, and even allows people in the town to continue to live.
The Han and Dai people, who have lived and thrived for hundreds of years, passed the so-called border checkpoint and went to Menglian Town in the north to receive the new garrison.
The army received free high-quality rice seeds and handy tools and farm tools. However, after returning, they had to pay an imported goods tariff equal to half the value of the rice seeds and tools to the customs collection station set up by the British colonial government, and every kilogram of rice
The value of each tool was entirely "determined by law" by the British themselves.
Despite this, the ancient and beautiful Mare Town no longer has laughter and laughter. Although it has become the only trading port on the "100-kilometer national border", the more than 3,000 people of all ethnic groups in the town cannot enjoy any benefits.
Bearing taxes that are more than ten times heavier than before.
Just like today, when the British and Burmese troops stationed in the local area went north to plunder and returned with full loads of loot, all the townspeople could only watch numbly from a distance, not daring to hope to gain any benefit or alleviate the exploitation and oppression of the British.
Returning in the afternoon, the British officer ordered the Burmese army to drive the cattle and horses into the warehouse next to the "Customs Collection Office" built in the east of the town. They entered the European-style "Customs Collection Office" building built two years ago and met two young men.
The British tax officials toasted to the celebration and sent several Burmese soldiers to the town to recruit four Baiyi women who had to live in a foreign land and make a living as slaves after losing their homes.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights in the ancient town gradually went out. Only the magnificent "Customs Collection Office" standing on the east bank of the Nanlei River was still brightly lit and the laughter was loud.
The two Burmese guards guarding the gate to the east seemed very tired. They lazily leaned on the solid granite pillars on both sides of the gate and took a nap. After the handover between the five patrolling guards and the guards who came to change the guard, they fell back.
Holding an Enfeldt III rifle imitated from Mauser that was left over from the last world war, he walked listlessly across the narrow iron bridge connecting the West Bank in front of the warehouse, and soon entered the dimly lit Mengbao military camp on the side of the road on the West Bank.
Every move of the Burmese army fell into the eyes of the five special forces squadron officers and soldiers of the Anjia Army who were ambushing two hundred meters north and south of the Iron Bridge. Half an hour after the Burmese army guards changed their guard, three nightingale cries faintly sounded, and the Iron Bridge
Ambush troops on both sides of the river in the north and south directions began to move silently.
Three assault teams of forty-six soldiers distributed on the east bank approached the Mengbao military camp from three directions. Two reconnaissance teams ambushed on the west bank and quietly went to the warehouse and the bright "Customs Collection Office".
The two sniper teams respectively occupied favorable terrain, set up sniper rifles, monitored closely, and provided fire support at any time.
On a giant tree only 350 meters away from the Mengbao military camp, the captain of the Special Forces Brigade Yan Zilin was closely observing the attacks in both directions. Suddenly he heard a muffled groan coming from under the tree. Yan Zilin quickly turned around and was shocked.
, a python with thick thighs grabbed the communications staff officer Zhu Zijie at some unknown time.
The signal soldiers on the side were so frightened that they forgot to react. The strong Zhu Zijie gritted his teeth and struggled desperately. His only movable left hand pulled out the pistol. At this juncture, he did not dare to shoot. With the strong
The pythons rolled together among the huge aerial roots of the big green tree, unable to escape.
The python raised its head high, its fangs were ferocious, and bursts of fishy stench gushed out from the crocodile-shaped mouth of the python, which fluttered its snake letters, making a sharp "hissing" sound.
The frightened Yan Zilin suddenly jumped down from a tree branch more than five meters high, rolled over, and jumped up. The dagger already in his hand swung towards the upright python's neck like lightning. After a "squeak" sound,
, the ferocious python's head fell to the ground with a sound, and two blood arrows shot out from the neatly cut python's erection, making a "squeaking" sound, and then rained blood all over the sky.
Yan Zilin, whose head and face were covered with snake blood, threw the dagger with all his strength, accurately piercing the snake's head that was twisting and bouncing on the ground, and nailed it to the root of the tree. He didn't even bother to look at it again, and threw himself on the snake that was still being beaten.
Zhu Zijie, who was surrounded by a huge snake body, pulled out the special dagger from his waist and stabbed it. The blade suddenly turned outwards and cut off most of the thick snake body. He also rushed forward with the force of the rush.
Yan Zilin rolled over and jumped up quickly. He saw that the headless snake's body was still not broken. He was about to get up again when suddenly there was a "boom" sound, and a piece of blood flew out of the broken snake body, and it was whipped with a "pop" sound.
On the ground, he bounced a few times and finally started to squirm feebly.
Zhu Zijie, who was out of trouble, used all his strength to roll to the side of the radio station. He lay on the ground and held his neck and breathed in desperately. Only then did the communications soldier react and rushed to help Zhu Zijie, who was about to expire, to regain his breathing. They waited for a burst of air from Zhu Zijie's throat.
After the voice, the young signal soldier
Finally, I couldn't help the fear in my heart and the smelly air in the air. I lay down on a raised tree root and vomited. Fortunately, the south wind blew, and the brothers in the front teams had already launched operations. The signal corps's
The sound of vomiting had no impact on the entire action.
Yan Zilin had returned to the tree branch again and saw familiar figures moving quickly and orderly under the street lights of the Mengbao Military Camp. The British Army's "Customs Collection Office" on the West Bank and the five or six guards inside and outside the warehouse also all disappeared.
Yan Zilin finally let go of his hanging heart:
Once the guards in the military camp were cleared, the more than fifty fragile Burmese soldiers inside were left to be slaughtered. They controlled the Mengbao military camp on the east coast. The few British guys in that big villa could not change the situation.
The Mengbao military camp was filled with muffled groans and blood. The forty-six soldiers of the three assault teams were flying with their daggers, and there were flashes of cold light. The Burmese soldiers who woke up had no time to open their mouths, and the sharp arrows shot by the special steel crossbows had already nailed their heads.
Above, the sleeping Burmese soldier under the sharp dagger
, his neck felt cold, and soon his head was missing. Blood splattered everywhere in the large iron-roofed barracks, and a mist of blood surged up. The bodies with their heads cut off were still twitching frequently, and the bed board made a "dong-dong" sound.
There was a loud sound, and the flowing blood quickly covered the flat blue tile floor.
Several soldiers who had their heads cut off for the first time were so frightened by the hell-like cruel scene that their whole bodies became weak and their hearts beat like thunder. Fortunately, their faces were all painted like the bottom of a pot, and they could not see any shameful expressions, but their stiff bodies and
The behavior of holding up one's head and being at a loss still attracts old brothers
He cursed in a low voice, and in the end could only mechanically clean the battlefield behind the veterans of their respective teams. He took the rifles and pockets that the veterans had delivered by express delivery, and instinctively carried them on his back, holding them in his hands.
The head was still not allowed to be put down despite the scoldings of the old birds.
In a European-style villa on the West Bank, three drunk British officers and tax officials had their heads cut off. Four young women were knocked unconscious before they could see clearly who was coming. More than a dozen soldiers rushed into each room quickly,
After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, they searched them carefully and threw all valuable items together with the documents into the pockets they brought with them. The iron door of the small room inside the office had been pried open, and the two brothers were using the found keys to carefully open the safe.
The only living British officer was trembling all over at this moment, extremely frightened. His arms had been twisted, and his joints were broken under the feet of the two special forces brothers. The British lieutenant, who had fainted from the pain and then regained consciousness, faced a look on his face.
The squad leader Wei Changhui, who wore camouflage and had a strong physique, was so frightened that he lost his voice. His teeth that were chattering were no longer as neat and white as when he was standing on Kapok Ridge talking and laughing.
The reason why Wei Changhui did not kill this heinous British guy with a knife was not because he wanted to take something out of his mouth. Wei Changhui and the entire team did not understand English, nor did they receive any interrogation tasks. The reason why Wei Changhui let the cruel and arrogant
The British man suffered more because Wei Changhui saw that the Baiyi girl lying next to the British man was covered in tooth marks and blood stains.
What advantages Wei Changhui is not easy to say, but he has the advantage that most men in this era are unparalleled -know the distressed woman!
None of the women who have slept with Wei Changhui over the years, none of them are not moved by the unique warmth and openness of this exquisite and cold man.
How can you not let this iron -blooded man furious? Therefore, he would rather go back and punish, and he would also make this perverted British guy suffer. He never wanted him to die so quickly.
"Click-"
The long sword waved, a big hand was quickly revealed, caught the head of the last British guy, and then retreated quickly, stepped out of the lobby under Wei Changhui's annoyance, and issued an order with his slightly hoarse voice:
"The head of the four foreign devils took it back to receive the reward, and the rest of the heads were hung on the door. The blasting group made the corpse trap as soon as possible.
Captain Lin Bingning's words fell, and Wei Changhui, who was so angry in the entire lobby.