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Amir was inspecting the progress of the granary construction when he heard that his son was seriously injured. He was stunned for a moment and casually asked his attendant to ask which son was beaten. Who was it?
In the entire Indian city, there were not many people who dared to beat up his son. Only those with similar or stronger backgrounds would dare to do so. So he didn't care. He knew what kind of person his son was, and he didn't have to worry about this kind of thing.
He had four or five sons, so he was not particular about it. Things like crying before they were beaten did not exist to him at all. Only the Chinese, who could only have one child, would make a fuss. As soon as he said that his son was beaten, his father would jump out in a hurry. In his eyes, this kind of behavior was simply retarded and idiotic.
What was a son? If he wanted to have children, it was not a big deal to have seven or eight more. When necessary, a son could also be sacrificed, but the problem was that there was no benefit.
When the attendant came back with news that a foreigner had beaten up his son, according to the witness's description, it should be a Chinese, but the person had already run away. Amir still didn't have much of a reaction. He just asked about the injury, and then asked his attendant to go to the police to inquire about the details. He continued to inspect the granary and began to consider the political significance of this matter.
Recently, their side and the Chinese side were fighting for a large fruit forest hundreds of kilometers away. The general's intention was to try to incite the anti-Chinese sentiment of the people and win the support of the citizens. It didn't matter whether they could get the forest or not. The key was to show the general's tough stance.
The mayor, on the other hand, hoped for a peaceful solution and a joint development of the large fruit forest. The current food problem had seriously threatened the survival of the Indian city. If they continued to be in a stalemate with the Chinese, could the general really withstand it? Even if the general could withstand it, could he wait for hundreds of thousands of mouths?
Amir was originally the head of the food department of Darder City. Now, he was in charge of the logistics department of the Indian city. He could be considered to be on the mayor's side, and it was the same party on Earth. By right, he should unconditionally support the mayor, but now it was a chaotic world, and whoever had a gun was king. He had to consider the general's intention, so he was a little hesitant.
Amir didn't have time to think about his son's life or death. He had to find the most suitable solution as soon as possible. The mayor would try his best to suppress this matter, and the general would definitely make use of it.
After thinking about it, he felt that it was better for him not to show up and continue his inspection, pretending that he knew nothing. In his heart, he did not really believe that the General could really defeat the Chinese, and he knew better than the mayor that the food in the warehouse would not last much longer.
However, he did not expect the intensity of the general's reaction. When the attendant came back for the second time, it was not the details of his son's beating, but the fact that the military had mobilized a company of troops to surround the foreigners. It was inevitable that they would expel all the Chinese and track down the culprit.
Amir couldn't sit still. After all, the mayor was his immediate superior, and they shared the same political views. He had just sent someone over to discuss it with him. As the parent of the person involved, he had to go and mediate the matter no matter what. He couldn't let the matter get out of hand. If a large number of Chinese were shot in the Indian camp, it was hard to guarantee that the Chinese in Big Orchard would not use this as an excuse to mobilize their troops.
By the time he got into the car and rushed to the scene, four bodies were lined up, and his son was being treated in an ambulance. Soldiers were standing around them, fully armed. All the foreigners had been driven to the center of the scene, and the citizens on the periphery were filled with righteous indignation. They kept shouting and cursing, demanding that the Chinese hand over the culprit!
Dozens of men and women were dragged out. When a middle-aged man was dragged out by the soldiers, he was still shouting in English, "I'm not from China, I'm an American!"
Then, he was beaten up by the Indian soldiers.
The representative sent by the general was wearing clean white gloves, shiny boots, and gold-rimmed glasses. He glanced coldly at the group of China people, pointed to the four bodies, and said, "Who's the culprit? Step forward!"
A gentleman in a white shirt standing next to him wiped the sweat off his forehead and immediately translated into Mandarin, "Ahem, the Indian said that as long as we hand over the culprit, everyone's safety will be guaranteed!"
"Damn it, traitor."
"Is the Indian the father?"
"That person ran away a long time ago. Who do you want us to hand over?"
…
The translator's face darkened. He muttered a few words in Indian dialect to the general's representative, and then said again, "Whether he ran or not, the Indian doesn't care. You must hand over five people."
"What do you mean?"
"Why do we have to pay with our lives if someone else killed someone?"
"We didn't kill anyone!"
…
The Chinese refugees were agitated, and it seemed like they were surging forward. The translator was shocked and took a few steps back, shouting, "What are you trying to do? Are you trying to rebel? "
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and everyone immediately quietened down.
The general's representative raised his gun to the sky, and there seemed to be a wisp of smoke coming out of the muzzle.
Following that, the surrounding soldiers pulled back the bolt of their guns, and the black muzzles were aimed at everyone on the field.
For a moment, the noisy crowd was so quiet that they trembled.
The Indian soldiers were really going to shoot!
The general's representative put the gun back into the holster, clapped his hands, took off his gloves, and pointed at a few Chinese people at random, saying, "Take them away!"
At this moment, the faces of those who were pointed out were all ashen.
The Indian soldiers immediately came up to take them away. The timid ones were so scared that their legs turned to jelly. Everyone knew that these five people would never return, and they would definitely die.
At this time, it seemed that a sentence came from mid-air that stunned everyone.
"I killed them!"
Then, from the direction of the mud wall, a line of fire appeared, landing on the square in a blink of an eye like a meteor, and the flame behind it was dragging like a comet's tail.
The other people were still shocked by Chu Yunsheng's momentum. The few Chinese people who were caught saw the face of the person who came, and immediately struggled to say to the soldiers who were holding them, "It's him, it's him who killed your people, it's him, it's not me!"
The general's representative seemed to react very quickly, and he didn't seem to be too surprised. He frowned and said, "It's you who killed them?"
Chu Yunsheng spoke in English, so he didn't use the translator.
Chu Yunsheng walked forward step by step with the iron bar, pushed away the guns, and said, "Yes, I killed them. You know better than me whether these scumbags should be killed or not. Since I dare to come back, I am not afraid of your guns. Naturally, I have something to talk to you about."
The most important thing now was to find Ashe, Buterne, and the others.
But Chu Yunsheng didn't know the complexity behind this matter. In his opinion, it was just the execution of a few rapists that should have been executed in the first place. The Indian people were not fools, they also knew which side was more important and which side was less important. Even if they wanted to make a move, they should wait until the negotiation was not going to work.
Who knew that this Indian officer would not give in and said firmly, "Even if the Indians have committed crimes, we have our own laws to judge them. It's not your place to tell us what to do."
Chu Yunsheng frowned and said, "What do you mean? You want me to pay with my life? "
The Indian officer pointed at the Chinese people who were caught arrogantly and said, "I can see that you have some ability, but we must give the people an explanation. You killed four Indians and seriously injured one. Five Chinese people must pay the price for this. As for you, we don't want your life for the time being, but it is up to the general to decide how to deal with you. During this period, your freedom will be restricted. Obey … wait for the —"
Chu Yunsheng looked at him as if he was looking at a fool and said, "Do you think I came back to let you punish me?"
The Indian officer said expressionlessly, "If you don't come back, we will punish more Chinese people, and we will catch you one day."
Although Chu Yunsheng was a little speechless, he still decided to talk nicely. If he could not waste his combat power, he would save it. Then he said, "I am here to talk about cooperation with you. You will also benefit from it. Do you think you can do anything to me with just a few guns?"
The Indian officer sneered and said, "Although you seem to have some ability, we have a division here. Do you think you can fight against us?"
He paused, as if he wanted Chu Yunsheng to give up, and continued, "I have heard of people like you, but I think you have also heard of the Night Cavalry. They have an agreement with our Indian city, so even if you escape to the desert, we can still catch you and punish you according to the law."
An agreement with you?
Chu Yunsheng was dazed. What were Ashe and Buterne doing? Why did they even sign the agreement?
Seeing Chu Yunsheng was in a daze, the Indian officer probably thought that Chu Yunsheng knew that he had kicked an iron plate, and he was regretting it!
Was it very arrogant to have a little special ability? Why did the general dare to challenge the Chinese people? It was not because he had a division, but because he had the support of the invincible Night Cavalry that even the pig-headed people were afraid of!
This matter, even the mayor did not know much about it. It was related to a dispute when India was still a colony. Although the general's family was born in Kshatriya, at that time, they could only serve the nobles from the British Empire. After a few centuries, they formed a very deep friendship and interest relationship with one of the great nobles they served, and it has been maintained until modern times.
As the general's confidant, he naturally knew a lot of things.
After coming to the new world, the general was once in a difficult situation, and was killed by the pig-headed people. If it weren't for this great nobleman who led the Night Cavalry to help the general for the sake of their friendship in the past, how could the Indian city be so stable now?
Now, the great nobleman had already asked the general to actively seize power and completely control the entire Indian city as soon as possible. Only then did the general use the conflict in the big fruit forest to incite the emotions of the people, establish the prestige of the hardliners, gain the support of the people, and gradually squeeze the power and living space of the mayor.
In today's incident, the general didn't care who died at all, even if it was the descendant of Kshatriya. On the contrary, he was very happy. As long as it was handled well, he would seek justice for the high castes, and at the same time, vent the emotions of the civilians. The prestige of the mayor would plummet from this, and from then on, the general's authority among the high and low castes would be smooth.
As for the untouchables, who would care about what they thought? As long as the great nobleman was satisfied, it would be fine.
Of course, he would not tell this Chinese person the name of the great nobleman. That was a secret. However, if he said it, he was afraid that this Chinese person would be scared to death. That was the elder prince!
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Today's second day
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