The First Part of the National Hero's Lonely City Blood War Chapter 2: The British-Style Thief

  Song Yuanhang let out a loud roar, and Xu Tian'an, who was secretly smoking by the car, was startled. After coughing hurriedly several times, Xu Tian'an hastily threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and ran towards Song Yuanhang with a smile all over his face. In his heart, he complained that today's young master was not right in the head? Why didn't he use the usual trick of opening the road with "rubies" today? Or had it stopped working? It wasn't reasonable! Indian Ah San was the most money-loving one after all!

  Thinking of his own origin from the 10th term of Huangpu, he ended up as a deputy officer for the young master, and at the age of 36, Xu Tu'an could only secretly lament the injustice of fate. However, on the surface, he was impeccable, running to Song Yuanhang's face with a loud "Attention!" and saluting: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

  Song Yuanhang thought for a moment, then asked in a tone that was almost gnashing his teeth: "Has the defense of Tonggu now been taken over by my 200th Division? Does the Military Police Corps have jurisdiction within Tonggu City? Does this jurisdiction include Allied troops?"

  As soon as Song Yuanhang asked about the defense, Xu Tu'an thought that this stunned turtle egg had come up with another money-making idea and hastily stuck to it: "Indeed, they have all been handed over to us. The British military police withdrew two days ago, and now there are less than a battalion of troops waiting to be handed over! According to the Allied Command's document, when there is no Allied military police present, my department has the right and obligation to guide the Allied forces."

  "Oh! Guidance?" Song Yuanhang muttered two sentences, unlike the monotonous meaning of English words, the diverse meanings of Chinese characters are truly artistic! Not to mention that some people intentionally misinterpret...

  Xu Tu'an saw a glimmer of beast-like longing in Song Yuanhang's eyes!

  "What if someone launches a military attack on the Chief of Staff?" Song Yuanhang's question made Xu Tu'an pause for a moment, his facial wrinkles twitching with a sudden jump at the corner of his eyes, and then he replied: "Treat it as a rebellion."

  Song Yuanhang smiled slightly and left the guards on the steps, turned around and returned to the two Indian men, and said a few words with a smile. Xu Tu'an saw that the facial muscles of the two Indian men were twitching obviously, while Song Yuanhang was still smiling and talking to himself about something.

  Suddenly, an Indian sepoy swung the wooden stick in his hand and struck Song Yuanhang's head and face. The sudden change shocked everyone, although they were allies, but the British army's difficulties, withholding supplies and other actions had long been greatly infuriating the Chinese Expeditionary Force officers and soldiers. How dare an Indian sepoy, like a running dog, dare to beat the chief of staff of the Chinese Expeditionary Force Military Police Battalion?

  Song Yuanhang, who had retreated two steps back, was held up by the guards. With a slight dizziness, Song Yuanhang let the blood flow freely and stopped a guard who tried to stop the bleeding for him. Everything was under control, the timing of evasion and the degree of endurance were just right. If he didn't bleed, this rod would have been endured in vain.

  "Xu Tu'an!" Song Yuanhang's loud roar scared Xu Tu'an, and the half of his face stained with blood stared at Xu Tu'an like a fierce ghost, shouting: "What is the crime of armed attack on law enforcement constabulary?"

  Xu Tu'an was taken aback, looking at the excited gendarmes beside him, his lips trembling a few times, and shouted: "Take him to the military law office for detention! Twenty military clubs."

  "What? So light? Didn't you just say you'd be treated as a rebellious deserter?" Song Yuanhang glared at Xu Tu'an.

  Xu Tu'an's face was awkward, and he explained helplessly: "They are the Allied forces, and they have to go through judicial procedures to report to the Allied Joint Command, and the final result has to be executed by the British themselves."

  Song Yuanhang waved his hand to stop Xu Tu'an's chatter and said loudly, "The rules have changed now! In accordance with the principle of being strict, severe and swift, the bandits who ambushed this chief of staff will be executed on the spot."

  All Chinese soldiers present were stunned!

  Song Yuanhang turned his head and looked at the guards behind him who were already on high alert, saying: "What are you waiting for?"

  "Damn you! You're hitting so hard, trying to cut off our financial path!" Enraged and furious, Mengzi's hands, like a fierce devil, grasped two 20-shot Mauser automatic pistols and charged forward first. The six guards used all 240 rounds from their twelve 20-shot Mauser pistols on the corpse.

  The bodies of the two Ah San were beaten beyond recognition, and the stray bullets flying everywhere, mixed with the screams of the people, alarmed the British military command's guard platoon defending the club. In the urgent whistle, more than 20 British soldiers rushed out under the leadership of a lieutenant.

  "Take their guns away!" Song Yuanhang gave the order, and 160 gendarmes swarmed in. The process of laying down their arms was not smooth, as the tall and powerful British took advantage of the situation. In the end, after being beaten to a pulp, the British were disarmed.

  With a majestic wave of his hand, Song Yuanhang led the constables to charge into the club. A British butler in a tailcoat and white gloves had just stepped forward to block their way, but was immediately knocked to the ground by one of the constables with the butt of his rifle. The butler clutched at his mouth in pain as blood instantly stained his white gloves red.

  At this moment, Xu Tu'an suddenly realized that he was on the same boat as Song Yuanhang! No one dared to move against the young master of the Song family, and these people might become the unfortunate scapegoats! The terrible consequences made Xu Tu'an break out in a cold sweat, so he hurriedly came to Song Yuanhang's side, just wanting to speak, but Song Yuanhang waved his hand and said: "Wen Ding brother! I have everything under control, I will take all responsibility, there is no need to say more at this time."

  Song Yuanhang's words were of no nutritional value to Xu Tu'an, but what could he do at this moment? Xu Tu'an let out a soft sigh and found that he could only watch the situation unfold.

  A British brigadier with grey temples and a British major quickly suppressed the British officers who were in a state of confusion, the female companions and relatives who had just been proud and arrogant were now hiding behind the men. The so-called British gentlemen could only pretend to be brave, like a fighting cock, timidly staring at the shiny bayonets of the Chinese constabulary, believing that if they resisted, the barbaric Chinese soldiers in front of them would be happy to stab their bayonets into their bodies! However, rational British gentlemen would not give barbarians an opportunity, so they put on a posture of "I won't resist, what can you do to me?"

  Song Yuanhang then pulled out a chair brought over by the guards and sat down with an expression of great injustice, eyeing the British man back and forth with a gaze that seemed to be sizing up a criminal. The British brigadier general looked at Song's unfriendly demeanor, hesitated for a moment, whispered a few words to a nearby major, and then rushed over to Song Yuanhang.

  The British brigadier first glanced at Song Yuanhang's military rank, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was just a Chinese army lieutenant colonel. In the words of the Chinese people, it was a small official like sesame and green beans. He immediately shouted in English: "Lieutenant Colonel! Haven't the Chinese army taught you what to do when you see a superior officer?"

  Song Yuanhang naturally understood English, but at this moment he pretended to be confused and kept accusing the Indian armed guards of attacking the Allied military police.

  Under Song Yuanhang's confusion, the British lieutenant general could only speak in disjointed Chinese: "I am Pitts. Weid, Deputy Chief of Staff of the 1st Division of the British Expeditionary Force stationed in Burma! This is the high-ranking officers' club of the British army, and you, Colonel, are fully responsible for today's affairs! Now take your troops and get out!"

  Pitts. Veeder's words are not coherent enough, especially with the occasional insertion of a few English words, giving people a ridiculous feeling! However, the last few sentences were almost shouted out, and that rolling word seriously hurt Song Yuanghai again.

  If it were in peacetime, the Chinese army, which had almost no status in the Allied forces, would have retreated. But today's situation no longer allowed Song Yuanghai to retreat, and he knew that if he didn't make a big deal out of this, he would be in trouble. Giving orders to shoot and kill British Indian officers, disrupting the internal relationships within the Allied forces, and using armed intimidation against the Allied commanders - any one of these actions would have been enough to get him into serious trouble. Even with his illustrious background, he probably wouldn't have been able to talk his way out of it and would have ended up in a lot of trouble.

  Song Yuanhang struggled to get up from the stool, and suddenly he found that the British major standing next to General Pitts. Wade was very familiar? This kid actually looked at him with contemptuous eyes and sneered at himself?

  Song Yuanhang sneered in his heart, Ah, I was looking for you little brat, and you even delivered yourself to my doorstep? He then waved his hand, pointing at the British major: "Take him down!"

  Xin Ling Shen Hui's Mengzi and others immediately dragged the British major out, instantly surrounding him in a circle, starting a storm of punches and kicks.

  "I protest! You savages!" exclaimed the highly agitated Pitts. Veidt, who was clearly on close terms with the battered British major.

  "I was still fighting against the Japanese!" Song Yuanhang also shouted loudly, his ferocious face and bloody appearance startling Pitts Vida!

  The battered British major could only let out a weak groan, Song Yuanhang looked around the silent hall and shouted: "Our military police were attacked by armed Indian soldiers of the Allied forces while performing their duties, now we demand severe punishment for the perpetrators!"

  After listening to Song Yuanhang's accusations, Pitts' nose was almost twisted in anger. He thought that the so-called culprits had all been beaten to death by you, and now it's a case of dead men telling no tales, so you can say whatever you want.

  Pitts. Veeder knew that now was not the time to lose his temper, the Chinese in front of him had already gone mad, and he even believed that the Chinese would not mind a small-scale massacre. After adjusting his emotions, he used a soothing tone to persuade Song Yuanhang to take his troops away first, so as not to destroy the unity within the Allied forces.

  Song Yuanhang naturally knew that the troops could not be easily withdrawn, so he dragged on and on, saying a lot of meaningless words!

  At this time, the backbone of the British army, the commander of the 1st Division stationed in Burma, Scott, finally appeared. The background of Song Yuanhang was clear to Scott: he was a young master from one of China's four major families, the Soong family, and the nephew of the current Foreign Minister, Soong Tzu-wen. According to Chinese customs, military law would be useless unless they could get the support of Chiang Kai-shek in Chongqing; otherwise, even if Du Yuming came, it would probably be futile.

  Moreover, he and this young master have always been cooperating happily. How did the trouble come to me today? Scott, who couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, finally understood after listening to Song Yuanhang's nonsense. It turned out that this young master was asking for compensation!

  "Killed my man, beat up British officers and smashed the British Officers' Club? And still dare to ask for compensation? What's wrong with this world? Is there still justice?" Scott took off his soft-top military cap and wiped the sweat with a silk handkerchief.

  Looking up at the still-bleeding wound on his head, Song Yuanhang was preoccupied with getting more compensation, which made Scott cry so much that he almost had a heart attack. But thinking of Song's family, who had a good tradition and had produced someone like Song Ziwen, a former Minister of Finance, it seemed that having someone like Song Yuanhang wasn't out of line either. So he waved his hand to signal to the agitated Pitts Weide not to speak.

  Song Yuanhang, who was invited to the second floor, tasted the authentic British-style coffee with a relaxed expression, regardless of the fresh blood dripping from his head from time to time. This shocking scene made Scott's heart even more uneasy. He knew that at this moment, more than 12,000 people from the Chinese army had gathered in the ancient city, plus a mechanized cavalry regiment, an engineer regiment, and a battalion of garrison troops, nearly 20,000 people! While he could only mobilize a few hundred Indian and Burmese mercenaries, the so-called British First Division in Burma was now just a name, with almost negligible actual combat effectiveness.

  People under the eaves! Scott on the one hand held onto hope and sent someone to inform Diana, while on the other hand patiently negotiated with Song Yuanhang.

  Song Yuanhang knew the play was almost over, so he called a guard and found an excuse to bandage himself hastily. In the blink of an eye, he turned into an Indian sadhu. He glared fiercely at the rough-handed and rough-footed guard, then rushed straight to his destination: "If you're injured that badly, you might be left with sequelae, which would be troublesome. I hope to go to 'Shelxi' for a few weeks of recuperation."

  "What?" Song Yuanhang's words were like stepping on Scott's tail.

  "Absolutely not! Those military supplies are the property of the British Empire Army!"