1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Is there any latest news about the progress of negotiations?" Zhao Dabao sat in the headquarters boringly, drinking unknown precious tea?

Although you do n’t know tea, the tea searched in the officials should not be too cheap.

"The final notice of the third part of the two parties has no effective news." Staff handled the documents.

Today is the fifth day of the negotiations, September 23.

The two parties had three meetings, and they still did not reach an agreement.

Tianjin Wei has ended the comprehensive military management, and the government bureaucrats sent by South China take over the management power. The Army only sent 300 gendarmerie to help.

Without the offensive mission, the training plan and the urban defense plan did not need Zhao Dabao to worry about. For a while, Zhao Dabao was idle.

"Haven't you talked about it yet? What do you say that these people are caring? Dare to do it but dare not recognize, and unwilling to be punished, you must wait until he was beaten before you wake up." Drink, spit out two pieces of tea.

No one feels wrong with this kind of chewing peony, because the entire headquarters drink tea like this.

"The Qing Empire Army did not move, nor did they receive information about military mobilization in Japan or other countries. The headquarters is fine for the time being, or you go out for two laps?" The chief of staff suggested.

Zhao Dabao was idle, and the staff were not idle.

"Okay, let me inspect the following, and by the way, see what the prosperous Tianjin Wei looks like." Zhao Dabao nodded.

"Remember to bring the guard, after all, this is not Nanhua. Even if everyone is Chinese, we are considered foreign." The chief of staff reminded.

Two days before the negotiation, a soldier of South China was on the street and wanted to try the local specialties. After all, most people in South China were poor and still yearn for Tianjin Wei.

Then, he was dragged away on the street. When he was found, he was dead. He was tortured before his death. He had more than 20 knives injuries on his body, and each knife was worn through his body.

At that time, the bureaucratic bureaucrats had not arrived. Zhao Dabao sent troops to searches from house to the city. It took more than a thousand people a day -all kinds of evil forces, martial arts heads, and rogue heads of the ground martial arts.

At present, these people have been detained in the barracks, and government bureaucrats do not care about them. Without these unstable factors, it is also convenient for rule.

However, this makes more unsatisfactory small miscellaneous fish full of unpleasantness and even maliciousness to South China.

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Sitting on the warrior transport vehicle, Zhao Dabao got out of the barracks and entered the downtown area.

Different from the few days of just hitting, South China has been occupied for half a month, because it has not caused a lot of damage to the urban area, and various business in the urban area has been reopened.

Although the amount of foreign trade was reduced significantly due to the war, the arrival of the South China Army provided a not small market, causing certain deformities.

"This bun tastes good, and it is delicious than the cafeteria."

"This pancake is good. With the taste made by my family, the little brother must be from Shandong."

Zhao Dabao ate various snacks and looked at passers -by on the street.

I don't know if it is a psychological reason. He thinks that these passers -by and South China are completely different.

But no matter how they look at, they should not have other differences except for different clothes, different hairstyles, and accent differences.

"I wanted to ask a few days ago, where is that? Why are there so many European -style buildings?" Zhao Dabao drove on a wide road.

This is more prosperous than the area just now. From time to time, there are "elites" of suit and leather shoes in the street. The four -wheeled carriage comes and goes. The street buildings are mainly European -style buildings. A) taste.

"Reporting command, this is the concession." The guard's voice loud and looked at the direction of the concession.

"Concession?" Zhao Dabao frowned,

"I remember that the guards and management of the concession have been taken over by us. Why is the ASharma still there?" Zhao Dabao asked at a group of A San.

Zhao Dabao knew the existence of the concession, but after winning the turret, the South China Army pushed all the way, and there was no case in the concession. As long as it was not a consulate, the rest of the place would be taken over.

As for the objections of foreigners, he glanced at the documents of the staff department, but did not care about him.

"Um ... it seems that after the officials came, the administrators of the concession in various countries protested ..." The driver looked at the guards and whispered.

"Then why don't they protest directly to me? Bullying and fearful things." Old God Zhao Dabao was sitting on the co -pilot, holding half a pancake fruit in his hand.

"Let's go, go and see." Zhao Dabao bit a pancake and said expressionlessly.

"Yes!" The driver rushed over with one dozen steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.

A Sanyuan, who guarded the door, saw the car, and saw the sun, moon and star flag above, and walked to the middle of the road, raised his hand to signal Zhao Dabao's parking.

"Rush over, the wheels rush over before stoping." Zhao Dabao originally wanted to stop to see what he said, but a few white men in the tattered suit walked in directly, and A San didn't stop.

Even if you know that this is the "country of the country", Zhao Dabao felt uncomfortable in his heart.

In this era, it is not an era when the fellow sees the villagers behind the fellow. At this time, the Chinese people have extremely strong centripetal force, and most of the Chinese have a strong sense of national identity.

Even in a foreign country, there is an unusual desire for the land of Shenzhou, and the desire for a powerful motherland.

There was even more resentment towards the humiliation suffered by the Qing Empire, especially the Chinese in Southeast Asia and the Chinese living in the United States.

Bang! The Warrior transport vehicle hit Ah San at a speed of nearly 40 kilometers per hour. Ah San flew several meters away and fell to the ground wailing.

Squeak~~

The harsh brake sound was heard, and the Warrior transport vehicle stopped half in the concession and half in the Chinese area.

Crash...

Ah San, who was guarding the gate, raised his gun and pointed it at the vehicle.

Click!

On a Warrior transport vehicle behind, the guard pulled the bolt of a 12.7mm machine gun, and a bullet as thick as a thumb was pushed into the chamber.

"Put down your guns! You idiots!" A white officer in a yellow military uniform with a crooked hat came in a hurry and shouted at Ah San's soldiers.

"General!" The second lieutenant straightened his hat, saluted Zhao Dabao, looked at the golden star on Zhao Dabao's collar, and swallowed his saliva.

"Mr. Lieutenant, don't blame them. My brakes are broken. Your soldiers are very brave. My driver honked the horn but he didn't move." Zhao Dabao got out of the car with a serious face.

The guard wanted to come forward to act as an interpreter, but the British officer began to answer in Chinese.

"General, I am very sorry for their disrespect. Is your car okay?" Hearing that the brakes were broken, the British officer breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the Ah San who was knocked away? Who cares? He doesn't care anyway.

"Oh? It should be okay. I want to go in and take a look. Do I need to go through any procedures? Pass?" Zhao Dabao asked.

"Uh... I need to call and ask. You know, I'm just a gatekeeper and have no right to decide this matter, but I believe no one will refuse." The British lieutenant looked at the guard behind him with his hand on the machine gun and said hesitantly.

"Thank you." Zhao Dabao smiled a little, but only a little.

"Please wait." The lieutenant rushed to the phone booth, looking at this side nervously while saying something to the other side of the phone.

After a while, the lieutenant ran out.

"General, the Consul welcomes you very much. How about I be your guide?" The lieutenant stood up straight.

"Xiaobo, go find a car in the back. Lieutenant, take my car." Zhao Dabao nodded indifferently.

He just had a sudden thought. He didn't like the concession, so he took a look at the defense of the concession. After all, this place will definitely not continue to exist in the future.

The car turned left and right, and Zhao Dabao felt more and more uncomfortable.

There were some foreigners here. The Chinese either did low-level jobs such as shoveling feces, or wore shorts, obviously dressed like thugs.

After walking slowly for half an hour, the car drove to the French Concession. The lieutenant negotiated with the French and let them go after a while.

"Why are so many people surrounding the church?" Zhao Dabao stared at a busy church.

"Oh, these are missionaries preaching, spreading the glory of God to the lost lambs..." The lieutenant began to popularize the church to Zhao Dabao.

Zhao Dabao certainly knew about Catholicism. There were many churches in Java, but he didn't have a good impression of the church.

They were just a bunch of guys who didn't know how to be righteous and grateful.

After driving past the church, he turned around and went to the back of the church, and the church bells rang.

A carriage was parked on the side of the road, and several priests grabbed a few children and stuffed them into the car.

The children were wearing exquisite clothes, but their faces were numb. Only two of the girls were still struggling.

The missionary reached out to hit people, but found the convoy coming, and the fully armed soldiers were staring at them.

"What happened? Where are you taking them?" Zhao Dabao looked at the children.

These children, with yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair, were obviously not Europeans. Considering that this was in Tianjin, they were definitely Chinese.

"Uh... General, we are the church, they are orphans we adopted, and we are preparing to send them to families willing to adopt them.

But you can see that they are a little reluctant and unwilling to leave here." A priest said calmly.

As he spoke, he used his body to block the two struggling girls. The priest who was holding them covered their mouths and pinched their necks.

They rolled their eyes and could not make any sound. They could only struggle, hoping to breathe in a breath of air.

No one noticed that the door of the church was quietly closed...

Zhao Dabao walked up and pulled away the priest who was blocking their view. The child was kicking his legs.

"Be honest, put the person down!" A guard took out a pistol and loaded it directly.

The priest's eyes were fierce and he was unmoved.

Bang!

Zhao Dabao pulled out his gun and shot, injuring the priest's shoulder. The pain made him subconsciously let go of his hand. The little girl lay on the ground, greedily breathing the air.

The other priests subconsciously raised their hands, worthy of being French.

Zhao Dabao walked over and helped the girl up.

"Little sister, does it hurt? Where is your home?" Zhao Dabao asked softly.

"Ahem! Uncle, please save my sister..." The girl coughed twice and cried in a hoarse voice...

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