That night, the order of the Golden Bian City completely collapsed, and only animals were seen roaming everywhere, ruins everywhere, and the whole city was covered with blood and blood. It was a great irony for this ancient city with Buddha as its sect.

The ancient Buddha's face and smiled charitable, and he stood in the Chaozhou Guild Hall, but even the Buddha's face and body were stained with blood.

Although the battle has come to an end, the bloody battle is still extremely cruel.

The native evil men who rushed into the Tang Building even though they knew the situation was hopeless. When the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade surrounded the building with more than a thousand Chinese youths and rushed towards the evil men, these guys were still fighting very well. Some rushed towards the corridor regardless of everything, and the other part roared fiercely with steel knives and rushed over to cut off the back for them.

Perhaps it is because jackals see blood, whether it is someone else's or their own, which will only arouse their greater ferocity. They viciously chopped the unarmed Chinese with the balang knife in their hands, screaming and rushing towards the girls who are powerless. Some even picked up torches to light the Tang Building. A group of people rushed to the corridor of the Tang Building, unscrupulously venting their beastly nature.

Bang bang bang bang!

The gunshots sounded, and maybe these people were crazy at all. You can't treat them as human beings, so the best way is to destroy their entire humanity, so that they can never raise the butcher knife in their hands and send them into the eighteen levels of hell that the Buddha said.

The Chinese youth who were extremely angry in the gunshot rushed towards the remaining deadly hard-working elements like a frenzy. At this time, no one felt compassionate. The way to treat animals was to tear them into pieces so that they would never be reborn, roared and shouted wildly. Amid the sorrowful crying, all the natives in the Tang Building were drowned by the crowd in an instant, just like a small boat in the ocean was fleeting.

The storm and storm were rushing towards these beasts like a tide. The Chinese people who were extremely sad and angry vented their most painful anger to them, kicked and beat them with their feet. Some of them were extremely angry and even used their teeth to tear off the surface of these beasts that were wrapped in the dummy skin.

With screams and howls, the natives who stayed in the Tang Building were torn to pieces by the angry crowd. The Chinese people wanted to slash their bones. Even when they looked at the dead beasts, they stepped on them and smashed them with a huge wooden stick and rock. It was not until they turned into powder and the flesh turned into residues that seemed to have a sigh of anger in their hearts.

At this time, don’t talk about human nature or reason. Repaying blood with blood and paying life with life is the most realistic law of survival in the jungle. As for the "Bricks" who like to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality in thirty-three years later, the best way is to let them stand at the forefront, let them talk about the great truths to animals, and then see how the animals destroy them humanely. For such "Bricks" in fact, wasting the earth's food is also a huge sin.

The defeated one can only die, either Chinese or remnant native thugs. Only after experiencing the setbacks of the race's life and death can we realize that reality is really not ordinary cruel.

Wen Feng did not expect the scale of this riot. He originally thought that the overall situation had been decided. With the Chinese army stationed in Cambodia, when the country was about to integrate and fully develop its economy, peace-loving people would consciously wait for the arrival of the new era and look forward to a happy and healthy life. However, the indigenous people in Nanyang were so shallow that they were so crazy that they were so crazy that Wen Feng never expected it.

It is because they want to improve the status of Chinese in Southeast Asia? It is because Chinese people began to make their voices in Southeast Asia? It is because the hardworking and simple Chinese people are about to stand up? Let these indigenous people feel fear, make their sense of superiority lose, and are afraid of being enslaved in turn arousing the confrontational psychology of the indigenous people?!

If this is true, then the storm will come more violently. Phoenix will only become stronger after passing through Pan Nie. Faced with such a dangerous environment, the Chinese in Southeast Asia have spoiled the local indigenous people for hundreds of thousands of years. How could they have the chance to truly rise if they do not pay a certain price?

Since the vicious curse was planted by the Chinese, we must work hard to break it. What kind of result will the flapping of the butterfly wings cause? To be honest, Wen Feng is actually very excited in his heart.

The tragic killing in Tanglou is coming to an end. Wen Feng gently picked up Tang Feng. The girl's body was soft and drooping, and her hair was covered with shiny black like brocade, covering her pale and bloodless face. The suffocating and beautiful face was heartbreaking.

The men from the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade were surrounded by bloody men, holding steel guns and bloody stings, gasping for breath. Everyone looked around, guarding against any enemy that was about to appear. Once they were asked to attack, even if they were now filled with breath, they would be thunderous once they broke out.

The soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Team never thought that one day they would experience such a battle, but this battle with almost no smoke was even more shocking. The battle scene also faced the blood of countless compatriots who were rescued by them. The cruel battle made the soldiers' eyes shine with angry blood. To be honest, this battle is also a kind of tempering and retraining for these fearless Republic heroes.

The grounds of the Tang Building were covered with wounded people. Chinese people who helped the elderly and the young quickly treated the injured. No one was willing to speak. They just looked at Wen Feng with humiliation and gratitude. Behind the eyes was the deep shouts. These eyes made the soldiers of each Hurricane Special Forces Brigade red in their eyes. These were relatives with black hair, black eyes, yellow skin and the same blood flowing.

Wen Feng gently pushed away Tang Feng's hair and explored her carotid artery. The beating was still stable, but the wounds on her head and the scratches on her body were faintly oozing out. She was a rich lady. When did she suffer such pain? She was even a treasure that everyone loved, but at the critical moment of the rise and fall of the nation, it was so rare that she could stand up as a weak woman. Wen Feng believed that one day the Chinese people would stand up like this girl, and that such a nation stood in the forest of the world. What else was scary?

Wen Feng didn't say a word. He held Tang Feng and strode towards Tang Tower. The five-star red flag flying high behind him was closely followed. All the Chinese and Hurricane Special Forces Brigade soldiers silently made way in front of him. Every step along the road was covered with blood, but Wen Feng's face was solemn, and his iron eyes that were not angry and powerful, stride forward with resentment.

He heard the Chinese girl crying beside him, which was the endless sorrow left to them by their relatives after they fell. He also saw the girl who was not covered in clothes crying softly, full of humiliation, and the young Chinese who rose to resist after the war bandaged the wounds with the help of the girls. Their faces were all heavy and their eyes moved with his steps. None of them called pain, perhaps the boiling blood in their bodies made them forget the pain, and they were just waiting for an eruption like a volcano.

The Tang Building was so tragic that Wen Feng could hardly recognize his appearance. Tang Feng's man-looking attic had been destroyed, and there were minced meat left by beasts in the corridor. Standing on both sides were the same grief and angry Chinese youths. They looked at Wen Feng with anticipation, as if waiting for him to say something, but Wen Feng said nothing. He just walked towards the tower with extremely heavy steps.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps on the pavilion of the Tang Building. Then a young man in rags staggered from the top of the second floor. He seemed to have exhausted his strength after a battle. His head and face were covered in blood, but he ran to the corridor and looked around in a hurry. Tears suddenly burst out. In a blink of an eye, he saw Tang Feng in Wenfeng's arms and shouted: "Girl!" and ran over.

When he ran to the front, he noticed Wen Feng. Tang Hu's legs were weak and he knelt down: "General, please save my sister, my brothers and sisters! Save us Chinese!"

This shrill shout immediately woke Wen Feng up. His emotions just now were completely self-blame. Why didn’t you expect such a scene to happen? Why would such a beautiful girl dying in his arms? The cruelty and shamelessness of the natives exceeded his imagination. If these natives were given the opportunity, will they become another Japan one day? When the opportunity is mature, they will bite a piece of meat on the Chinese people?

What will his butterfly flapping wings bring to this world and this history?

Hearing Tang Hu's voice, he was shocked. At this time, he didn't think much about it. He could only try his best to stabilize the situation and save more people, and let his compatriots in Nanyang really stand up in Nanyang as soon as possible. Only when their power became stronger could intimidate these indigenous people with evil thoughts, everything might be under control.

In addition, Wen Feng secretly swears in his heart that as long as he is in Nanyang for one day, such a thing must not happen again! No one can do this! If he dares to do it, he will never be reborn!

If they make the Chinese bleed, they must repay them with their lives! Even if they are at the end of the world!

Tang Hu knelt in front of him and screamed sadly, causing Wen Feng's mind to calm down quickly. Countless thoughts came one after another until they were interlaced into clear lines. He looked up and looked around quickly. The golden edge was still swaying in the fireworks, and the deep night seemed to be like the sky was about to collapse!

This dark curtain comes from where, how can we overturn him? There seemed to be a tragic cry in the distance to awaken him again, allowing Wen Feng to stop and cheer up, and his chest rises high again.

He stared at Tang Hu with a torch, then gently handed Tang Feng in his arms to him, and helped him up and shouted heavily:

"Have you up! From today on, there can only be heroes standing and fighting in Nanyang! There are no cowards who kneel down and seek mercy! This heaven and earth can only tolerate real men who stand tall and upright, and will never tolerate cowards who live a timid life!"

"I understand!"

Tang Hu was shocked and hurriedly took his sister. Although Tang Feng was carrying a lot of blood on her body, she felt her body full of vitality as soon as she was held in her arms, which made him feel relieved immediately and then his body was straight.

"How are you okay, old man?" Wen Feng glanced at the anticipated crowd around and asked faintly.

Tang Hu replied loudly with his chest, "Report to the captain, grandpa is fine, saying that we are the saviors of the Chinese, so I can serve the Tianjun well!"

"Okay. It looks a bit military!"

At this time, a smile appeared on Wen Feng's face, and he slapped his shoulder with his hand, but then Wen Feng asked him loudly: "How many Chinese gathering places do we have? Where are they?"

Tang Hu reacted immediately. He turned to look far and immediately replied with a tight expression:

"Report to the captain, they are all south of our Chaozhou Guild Hall! The major guild halls and fellow villagers are there, and there are many factories, and the families of farmers who are farming are there... Look, the pillar of fire is also rising from east to west! There are compatriots in our places, and the major guild halls may also be in attack. The captain... we have to go and save them quickly!"

"To save the Chinese, we have to rely on everyone's strength!"

Wen Feng glared with a strong eye and strode towards the steps at the entrance of the Tang Building. The crowds surged and made a way out. When he stood on the steps, there were pairs of Chinese young and strong people looking at him excitedly. Although they were covered in blood and some of them had not even bandaged their physical injuries, there was no longer any fear or anxiety on their faces. They looked at Wen Feng and stared at Wen Feng. This was their backbone.

This young Chinese official was in a high position, but he fought on the front line like all Chinese, and even saved the entire Chinese in Phnom Penh along the way. He was covered in blood, and his suit had been torn and taken off in half. He only had a white blood-stained shirt on his body and had a large piece of it torn apart, but it was such a young man. He was fighting with them. How many people without him could survive?

In that motherland that seemed to have been forgotten for a long time, looking at the five-star red flag that was presented so clearly to the Chinese, is there such a young official in the New China?

No one has ever been as unafraid of difficulties and took his Tiger Army to save his overseas compatriots like him. He walked into the suffering of Chinese people and regarded their suffering as their own suffering. He hid their pain deeply in his heart!

The dangers and humiliations encountered by thousands of them were at the most desperate moment. Wen Feng led hundreds of tigers to break out a bloody road to rescue them! With such a leader and such a leader, what else can millions of Chinese in Southeast Asia be worried about? At that moment, all the Chinese young and strong people looked at Wen Feng, but Xuecheng was completely exerted.

Tang Hu held his sister and stood on the steps with Wenfeng. The young Chinese man shouted loudly with his straight body:

"Captain, you only have the words of thousands of Chinese youth. What should I do? I, Tang Hu, will follow you from now on! Only when we Chinese continue to improve ourselves can we not suffer such humiliation again! No one dares to oppress us casually!"

Wen Feng nodded slightly with a stern face, turned his head and shouted at the Chinese who had lost all over the streets and survived the disaster:

"Fathers! Brothers and sisters, our compatriots are still suffering, and our sisters are not all rescued. If we want to defeat these shameless thugs, we can only save ourselves now! Everyone can clearly see the suffering of the Chinese in the South China Sea for hundreds of years! But today, you stood up and fought against the enemies in front of you. Have you seen the faces of those oppressors clearly? When you stand up fearlessly, they can also tremble in front of your courage. The blood that is about to burst out is your current peace. Do you still have this courage?"

"Yes! General, please give orders!"

The voice of the response to literary style surged like thunder. The young man raised his fist high in the air, the steel knife shining, and his blood was boiling. Even the gentlest young Chinese people saw that their compatriots and the girls they liked had been treated like this violently, and they turned into beasts, and even the most vicious enemy had to tremble in front of them.

"Okay, you have this courage, which means that our Chinese in Southeast Asia have finally stood up. Let's completely break that vicious curse!"

People's hearts are available. Looking at the passionate and passionate Chinese youth who have never been around, Wen Feng waved his hand and shouted:

"Now, in addition to taking care of the wounded, you follow our soldiers to rescue our compatriots, and there are also our suffering brothers and sisters who have been going south and defeating those thugs. For these shameless killers, we only have one sentence: blood to blood and life to life! Follow our army, with our soldiers, they will protect you and guide you! Drive away the robbers and give me freedom!"

"Turn away the robbers and give me freedom!"

The words of writing aroused the resonance of the Chinese young and strong people. Freedom! This word has never appeared in the Chinese in Southeast Asia for hundreds of years. The sound of driving away the robbers and giving me freedom sounded like a tide, and it rang out into the sky.

The young and strong picked up the steel knives and iron sticks left by the indigenous people on the ground when they died and ran away, and the girls picked up the bricks and tiles on the ground. They spontaneously stood in front of Wen Feng and were in a thrilling mood.

"Zhuang Jianguo!"

"arrive!"

"high and steep!"

"arrive!"

"Tang Ge!"

"arrive!"

“…”

"Can you do what I order you to take the soldiers and work hard to command our Chinese brothers to save our compatriots and protect our loved ones?"

"Finish the mission to the death!"

The answer to Wenfeng was the deafening sound of the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade. Wenfeng pursed his lips and waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Then let me go south, keep going south until we rescue our last miserable compatriot!"

"clear!"

The loud roar of the mountains and thunders was accompanied by the soldiers of the Hurricane Special Forces Brigade, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the soldiers walked out of the Chaozhou Guild Hall one by one, and then they met the cars protected by more than a hundred tigers, but the soldiers looked solemn and as if they were walking past them without realizing it.

Most of these soldiers were injured. But none of them were left behind. Even if their arms were broken, they were still walking in the team as long as they could walk. The pairs of bloodshot and strong murderous eyes looked at Sang Xiong.

Then behind them were groups of young and strong Chinese. They all followed the hundreds of tigers in front of them with an angry and excited expression, and no one spoke. The scene was so depressing that it felt as if their heartbeat was about to stop, but the fighting spirit in the eyes of those silent Chinese people made people feel scared to see it. Even the wounded were holding a stone in their hands. If they met the thug again, they would bite off a piece of flesh from their bodies when they saw them!

Under the guidance of the writing style, Congqiang quickly rushed to the front of the team with the red flag. The bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind. It seemed to be telling something to the sky, and the bloody red under the light seemed to make the night dimly illuminate with the red light.

Seeing this scene, Hong Feng and Sang Xiong's expressions suddenly changed. The two looked at each other and couldn't even care about meeting Wen Feng. They quickly turned around and rushed to the front of Zhuang Jianguo and his team. The only thing they felt a little admiration and shocked was that with their more than a hundred tigers, they kept protecting them forward tightly before they received Wen Feng's orders, and rushed to the front of the team.

"All the people of Phnom Penh immediately put down their weapons, the Royal Guards came to quell the rebellion, and the entire city was banned. If there is any violation of the order, they will be killed without any attention..."

A bloody voice kept ringing on the military vehicles, and the sound spread far away. At that moment, Hong Feng and Sang Xiong only hoped that the simple-minded natives could recognize the current situation and disperse as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the angry Chinese young men behind them rushed over, they might not even be able to leave their bodies.

Seeing Hong Feng and Sang Xiong following the brigade to rescue, Wen Feng showed a sneer on his face. Of course, he knew that although Hong Feng and Sang Xiong were screaming fiercely, they actually wanted to do something! But he knew that these things were no longer important. What was important was that these Chinese people began to stand up. They had planted seeds in their hearts to seek justice, fairness and freedom. If this seeds sprouted, they would inevitably be earth-shaking.

Wen Feng looked at the girl Tang Feng on his arm. Tang Hu rushed into the team with just now and threw her sister back to him. The girl in front of him was so beautiful that she was suffocating, but her face still had resentment, endless grievances, blood on her face, and some torn clothes seemed to be silently telling injustice to the night.

The style of writing was unspeakable and he was biting tightly. The riot in Phnom Penh was finally suppressed by himself, but this matter was far from over. In the entire Southeast Asian country, except Cambodia, the greatest suffering of the Chinese people is actually not here. In Java, Malaysia, and even in Singapore, which looks very comfortable!

Not only do I want to save the Chinese in this city! There are also people from the entire Nanyang! This may be the mission given to me by history, and it is also his responsibility to come to this era!

Looking at the girl in front of her who makes people pity and love, she should have lived in a world like a fairy tale. She lived the most stable life in the world and enjoyed her life happily, but the cruel reality made her have been associated with suffering since she was a child. How can she bear such a style of writing to make it reappear in the world of Chinese in Southeast Asia? In this Southeast Asia, the world will change, and it will definitely change!

"General Gao Yi, save me, the Chinese in Southeast Asia. The millions of Chinese in Southeast Asia are no longer lonely wanderers without support!"

The sound of the corridor was pedaling downstairs, and several figures came down from the corridor. Then a familiar figure actually bowed to Wen Feng to the end, looked at Wen Feng with a solemn expression and said solemnly: "Tang Yimin expressed his most sincere thanks to the general on behalf of tens of thousands of members of the Nanyang Chinese Association!"

OK. The Nanyang Chinese Association!

Wen Feng sighed in his heart. The old fox finally revealed his fox tail, and finally he didn't let himself stay here for nothing!
To be continued...