Chapter Thirteen: The Suffering of the Chinese People

  Chapter Thirteen: The Suffering of the Chinese People

  At night, after finishing classes for all officers, Huo Shan did not return home and stayed in the barracks' dormitory.

  "Where's that little rascal Hó Jiǎo today!" Looking at the three lean young men in front of him, Mr. Huò chuckled with a somewhat arrogant smile.

  "Heh heh, young master, since he got that 'Special Forces Training Manual' from you, he's taken his carefully selected team of over 400 people to the mountains for training. Except for the fixed weekly returns to resupply and replenish food, they're hardly ever seen!" said Huo Hu, sitting on the left side of Huo Shan, in a deep and resonant voice.

  "What's with the sour smell in the house? What's wrong, are you jealous, Tiger?"

  Looking at Young Master's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not quite, with a fiery personality, even the straightforward and rough-around-the-edges Huo Hu also blushed slightly and rubbed his own neck.

  But judging from his expression, it's clear that Huo Shan has hit on what's been on his mind.

  Smiling and patting his broad shoulder, "Don't worry, the troops will be deployed, and the guns will also be replenished slowly in a month. Don't worry!" After hesitating for a moment, Huo Shan continued to ask: "Huo Shi, have the 20,000 people been recruited this month?"

  "The recruitment has been completed, and in the past few days, they have been undergoing team formation training and ideological and political education under the leadership of old team members!"

  "Uh, done well, new recruits training should pay attention to the importance of political education, help them establish correct values and outlook on life, only when ideology is solidified, can training be positive, can become an army that can win battles!"

  "Understood! Young master!"

  "As planned, we will recruit 20,000 people here for training every month from now on, so the logistical support work of the army must be done well! The training base should continue to expand without stopping. As our team grows stronger and stronger, all sorts of detailed things must be taken seriously. An elite army is like a precision instrument, every component is indispensable, only when these components are organically combined together can this instrument operate quickly and effectively. The same logic applies to the army!"

  "Got it, young master!"

  Satisfied, he nodded and Ho Shan smiled and said: "What's going on, Ho Lang! Why do you look so down in the dumps, got something on your mind?"

  "Master, this kid is thinking of his wife, he's been muttering to himself for several days now!" said Huo Hu with a big mouth.

  "Hu Zi, you bastard, don't listen to his nonsense, young master!"

  Seeing Hu Lang's face turn red, looking quite flustered, Hu Shan couldn't help but smile and wave his hand, gesturing for him to sit down. "I know the training is tough, and you've all just started your families, it's normal to miss home, there's nothing to be ashamed of!"

  "Master, it's not..."

  "Alright, no need to argue, but you won't have much free time left. In three months, the first batch of troops will be formed and your combat missions will also be assigned. So in less than two months from now, hurry up and settle things at home, otherwise, as we get busier and busier, there won't be much time to spend with family!" Huo Shan said somewhat wistfully.

  Upon hearing his words, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat heavy, and for a moment no one spoke, not even the rough-lined Huo Hu.

  Huoshan, who was lost in thought, also found that the atmosphere in the room was a bit off. After regaining his composure, he smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but instead turned around and took out a thick stack of documents from Huolei's carry-on luggage, dividing them into three parts and handing them to the three of them.

  "Look, these are the directions we will use our troops in the future!"

  Upon hearing this, the three of them did not dare to slack off and hastily took it over, holding it in their hands to examine it.

  Huoshan knew that there was a lot of material, and it would take them a while to finish reading, so he didn't disturb them either. He got up and took his personal bodyguard Lei Zi to stroll around the military camp. It wasn't until about an hour later that he returned to the barracks, where he saw the three men still discussing something while holding onto the materials. Huoshan walked straight over, sat down, and only then asked with a smile: "Have you finished reading? What do you think?"

  "Damn it, I'd like to kill all the Dutch devils and those filthy natives right now!" Geng straightened up with a loud shout.

  "Hu Zi, sit down! You mustn't be rude in front of Young Master!"

  Looking at the serious face of his elder brother, Huo Hu shrunk his neck. In the entire Huo family, except for Madame, Fu Bo, Young Master and the eldest of the 18 Iron Guards, Huo Long, probably the only one who could make the straightforward Huo Hu listen obediently was Huo Shi, this second brother who ranked above him!

  "Is all this true?" asked Huo Lang with a serious expression and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

  Looking at the three people's gaze towards himself, Huo Shan nodded heavily, the hardships that the Chinese in Southeast Asia had endured for several centuries were unimaginable to the ignorant Chinese at this time.

  Since the Western colonizers occupied Nanyang, there have been seven massacres of Chinese people who lived in Nanyang for hundreds of years, with a scale of tens of thousands of people. He remembered that he had occasionally read an article on the Internet about the truth of the massacre of Chinese people in Nanyang. Since the Spanish occupation of Luzon in 1603, there have been four large-scale massacres of Chinese people in the Philippines, resulting in nearly 200,000 Chinese deaths. The blood of the Chinese has stained the tens of millions of square kilometers of land in Luzon, and the bodies of the Chinese have blocked the rivers, feeding the fish and turtles in the river. The tragic scene is beyond description.

  The 'Red River massacre', the 'Lanfang massacre' next door, the Dutch were even more ruthless in their slaughter of Chinese people. Tens of thousands of overseas Chinese were brutally killed. The hardships that Chinese people have endured for centuries are truly too numerous to record, making every decent Chinese person gnash their teeth with hatred upon hearing about them.

  In the past, Huo Shan was just an ordinary commoner who had no ability to avenge his compatriots, but now that he has traveled through time and space, he is not going to let these executioners stained with Chinese blood off the hook!

  Looking at the young master's red eyes and his face full of murderous intent, all three of them knew that this matter was true. Although they had also heard some bloody stories about Southeast Asian Chinese from some overseas Chinese who returned to do business in the south, they never thought that their compatriots in Southeast Asia would be slaughtered like pigs and dogs for hundreds of years.

  "Master, give the order! With just one word from you, I, Huo Shi, will lead the troops and wipe out those mongrels, avenging our compatriots!" Even the normally composed Huo Shi couldn't hold back this time.

  "Sit down, I want to kill those bastards more than you! But for now, we have to endure temporarily. Our troops are not yet well-trained and our new weapons are not yet equipped. So, your mission now is to train. Two months later, I won't stop you!"

  "Yes, young master!"

  "Alright, I've said all that needs to be said. These materials are the intelligence I've gathered regarding the geography, climate, customs and people of Southeast Asia. You must study them carefully and pass them on to every soldier!"

  "Huo Lang, I have another special task for you!" Huo Shan said with a serious expression.

  "Yes, sir! What can I do for you?"

  Looking at the handsome and majestic young man in front of him, Huo Shan turned around again and handed over a set of materials to his hands. "Establish a 'Military Intelligence Bureau', a secret organization that collects and analyzes military-related economic, political, scientific and technological intelligence, and provides reliable intelligence support for our next military action!"

  "Yes, Hu Lang will definitely not disappoint Young Master's expectations!"

  Satisfied, he patted his thick arm and continued: "Tomorrow, you will first withdraw 500,000 taels of silver from Fu Bo as expenses, and then select a group of elite personnel from the army to set up the intelligence agency. Later, it will slowly expand. Due to the urgency of the current situation, your primary task at this stage is to collect intelligence on Southeast Asia, Central and South America, and within the Qing Dynasty. Later, we will expand to Europe and North America!"

  "Got it, young master!"

  "Alright, you can go now, I need some rest. There's a lot of work for you all tomorrow!"

  "Young master, you should get some rest early, we'll leave first!"

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