Volume 10, Fighting for Hegemony Volume 81: The Indian Major General Who Has Nowhere to Serve the Co
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After a minute, the Lieutenant General still didn't move. He stopped like a wooden carving and saw some sweat staying from his neck in the middle. Considering the current weather, it was definitely not hot.
"Master of Pearl!" Lieutenant General Kaul was surprised to highlight these words from his mouth. The bitter feeling immediately occupied the lieutenant general's heart, he was disdainful and slandered the holy monk. As soon as this news spread, his life would end and he would not isolate himself immediately, just like quarantining a leper. Then his military career ended. In the end, he left the army with disreputation, and all walks of life would reject him. The lieutenant general began to suspect that this was a trap.
"Young man, don't be depressed. This is just a small accident in life. I am not like disturbing your normal life. Please allow me to leave quietly. Can I accept such ruthless requests as I have?" Master Baozhu said in a timely manner, freeing him from the inexorable abyss. He looked at Master Baozhu with gratitude and left with one another.
"Young people, don't put too much emotion in front of your wise eyes, as it will blind your thinking. Before foreign enemies, we Indians must unite and fight against those invaders."
"Master's Proverbs, I must be engraved in my heart." The Lieutenant General turned to face Baozhu, and rested respectfully on all his limbs, regardless of the slightest concern that the soil on the ground would stain the precious tweed coat. After offering his piety, Master Baozhu closed his eyes and returned to his dead-wood posture. His blessings would not be given to such people who were useless to the motherland.
"Master, I will definitely practice diligently. I hope that the next time I see you, I will be able to accept your blessings."
Seeing that Master Baozhu was practicing again, everyone gradually dispersed, and the mountains and forests were back to peace. After a long time, Master Baozhu Zheng opened his eyes and looked directly at him and followed him.
"Chinese, what have you seen? Can you tell me?"
The tall monk did not avoid Master Baozhu's eyes and thought for a moment. Then he replied:
"I see that the people of your country are still in a position to defeat the British invaders, and it is time for the official resumption of the glory of the Mauryan Dynasty."
"Why do you have to say these words against your will? The expulsion of the British is true, but can China give us the opportunity to establish a country? You annex Southeast Asia and established a Southeast Province. In Australia, you successfully captured the main force of the US Navy in one place, making the million-strong American army become a bottom in an instant, and had to retreat thousands of miles a day and night. Now China's national power is so strong. Compared with the past, the empire did not show much. Will there be such a kind-hearted thing?" The holy monk's words suddenly became sharp, and stinged the eardrums of the tall monk like an arrow.
"At least we will be kinder than the British, and will not force you to change your habits. We will not deliberately provoke racial conflicts. You know that we Chinese people pay attention to the way of benevolence and forgiveness. Even if we have to use war under the circumstances, we will try our best to reduce the pain of innocent people."
"Don't promote your country's policies like this. For thousands of years, China has been trying hard to promote itself as a harmless and friendly country. However, in our understanding, China may be in some dynasties, but I believe that it is because of insufficient national strength. In fact, as long as China has enough strength and good weather, it will start to expand externally. Don't tell me that these expansions are forced. China is very good at doing a box of expansion for decades or even hundreds of years. Even the Northern Song Dynasty, which is recognized as weak, launched a hundred-year war against Xixia, and it will not be finished until it is turned into a second-rate power."
"Well, you are right. We Chinese are bloody. In order to prevent this bloodyness from boiling to hurt ourselves, we have done a lot of measures to prevent it. But now you know that these prevention methods have been temporarily cancelled. If we fight against us, it will be a dead end. Why don't you call on your believers to join us and create a better future together?" The tall Chinese monk wasted his mouth again, and Master Baozhu's answer was as hard as steel.
"We can join the UK and be ruled by the British, and be his slaves, because we know that his culture is shallow and utilitarian. After a long time, he still cannot digest India, but India can take the opportunity to joke about his essence. But we cannot join you. Our culture is not as powerful as you. From a certain perspective, you are countless times stronger than Britain. Your culture has a long history, and the British culture has only accumulated more than five hundred years. You can make up for the gap brought by the industrial revolution in one hundred years, but to make up for the gap between civilizations, it is afraid that it will take hundreds of years. This is why all countries are afraid of China." After saying these words, Master Baozhu pointed to the snow-capped peaks in the distance and continued:
"I know that the Chinese will not keep their promises, but Shenfeng witnessed my oath. Even if it is a short period of darkness, I will govern the people and see the sunshine of freedom again and become one of the masters of the earth."
"Master, I don't know why you said that, but since we have reached an agreement, I think we should abide by the contents of the agreement. What I am more curious about is why do you think our country will occupy your country and agree to take me to the vicinity of these military places for detailed investigation?"
"Only by passing the test of fire can the preciousness of freedom be verified. Donor, India actually needs a national war of resistance, so that the fire of desire can be reborn."
"Well, Master Baozhu, I still have something to do, so I won't disturb your practice." The tall monk walked to the front of the tall prayer banner with a smile. Seeing that there was no one on the left, he reached out and lit a few times at a place on the prayer banner. He was so scared that he bounced open a door. A small keyboard appeared. The tall monk began to type quickly. The radio waves flipped through the towering Himalayas and spread to China.
"Report, Secret telegram from Hai Holly!"
"read!"
"The Indian army has recently seen another senior officer, and it is suspected that the senior commander should be replaced in the near future, and there may be a situation of changing the defense arrangement."
"Okay, I didn't expect that the Indians would do such a prodigal behavior. As long as he dared to replace the arrangement, I would catch him off guard." The commander's hand hit the table heavily.
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