Chapter 735 Nanyang Native Raiders

"Brethren, gold and women are ahead! Grab it for me! A young second lieutenant officer in a Yunnan military uniform held an M1911A1 pistol and shouted behind him as he brandished it.

A group of unkempt soldiers in tattered costumes rushed past him with a shout. Although the rifles they were carrying ranged from the French 8mm 1886 Lebell rifle to the French 8mm M16 rifle during the First World War, to the authentic 7.5mm MAS36 rifle, it was already very powerful compared to the local natives with knives, guns, clubs and cold weapons in the opposite village.

Three soldiers controlled a Hodchsky M1914 machine gun and swept down a dozen strong men who were shooting arrows on the wall.

After the two grenade explosions, the stunned officer of the Dian Army looked at the billowing smoke of a cottage house that rose into the air, and was a little dazed.

"What's wrong? Still not used to it? A bearded lieutenant next to him handed over a cigarette.

"What is not used to, what can you do if you embark on this road?" The second lieutenant officer of the Yunnan Army took the cigarette and lit it on the free brand windproof lighter in the bearded man's hand, and after taking a deep breath, he shook his head with a wry smile, just looking at the green smoke coming out of his nostrils with a trance.

"Joined the Pioneer Society?" The bearded man didn't seem to see, just looked at the gate in front of him, which had been blown open by a grenade.

"Hmm!"

"Then you should know what our mission means! Sometimes, the country needs someone to stand up and sacrifice, not just life, but perhaps honor and even dignity. The bearded man stared straight into the eyes of the second lieutenant officer, and said word by word.

"I understand!" The second lieutenant officer bowed his head slightly, and then jerked himself up again.

The bearded lieutenant flicked his cigarette ashes, pointed to the village in front of him where women were crying, and chuckled, "Do you think they will be merciful in the face of their own people?" Who was responsible for the massacre that wiped out the village a few days ago? It's their own people! If it weren't for the caravan robbing the Chinese, it wouldn't have provoked us. In this troubled world, that's it. Even the natives under our command don't have many good things, and if it weren't for our suppression, those natives wouldn't know what to do. At least under our leadership, we also know some rules and don't easily disturb the people. ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to shout in a rough voice in front of him: "You idiots, if you mess around, I'll cut your cock and feed it to the dogs!" ”

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"Before our army enters the South Seas, we need to let the natives burst out the suppressed contradictions. Otherwise, this contradiction exploited and suppressed by the colonizers and local tyrants will accumulate more and more, and once we get to the past, the contradictions between the immigrants and the local indigenous people will intensify and burst out together, then this destructive force will shed more blood! Meng Xiang said calmly,

"I hope that it is not us who bleed in the process of going south. Since they have generational contradictions, let's settle themselves in the current state of disorder! ”

Sun Liren's southbound legion had already become proficient, and he went directly to Chang'an to ask for his life, but Meng Xiang still did not give the order to attack. In his eyes, the most threatening people to go south are not the Japanese or the Americans, but the local natives who are more adapted to the South Sea environment.

For his plan of march was not to plunder the riches, but to occupy these rich lands completely.

The process of migration is always accompanied by an iron-blooded journey, and it is impossible to expect those indigenous people and immigrants to coexist peacefully.

Meng Xiang was unwilling, and the era did not allow him to use violent massacres to remove the obstacles of the indigenous people. But even after the easy occupation of Nanyang, tens of millions of immigrants, coupled with the power of the local Chinese, in the face of the population of hundreds of millions in Southeast Asia, it is not ordinary to digest relatively peacefully.

The Japanese are now very popular with the indigenous forces with the slogan of liberating the white colonies, and even if they start to look ugly, they are still here for resources, and they have always been the fate of swords and guns. China wants to completely digest the South Seas as its own territory, and when there are still forces such as Britain and the United States outside, the indigenous forces are an unstable bomb.

It was impossible to completely eliminate it, Meng Xiang just hoped that the power of this bomb would be weakened in the disorder first.

"If the indigenous forces don't take the opportunity to suppress it, I'm afraid it will be even more chaotic in the future!" Meng Xiang said with a positive color, and it was Sun Liren who was sitting opposite him.

Although Sun Liren was educated in the West, judging from some rumors in later generations, nationalist sentiments were strong.

Meng Xiang did not shy away from it. In the process of leading the troops in the future, Sun Liren will inevitably face various problems involving indigenous forces, and Meng Xiang will give him a preventive shot first:

"We are in the South Seas, not only to win a war, but also to defend it completely. We will take away the rice and rubber from the hands of the Western powers, and build it into the backyard garden of our Chinese nation, so that the Chinese there will no longer be humiliated by others, and our people will no longer worry about rice and grain. ”

Meng Xiang undoubtedly revealed his intentions, and Sun Liren also lost his usual calmness, and his eyes, which had always been emotional, were already full of fanaticism.

When he watched Fu Zuoyi and others open up territory in the north, his eyes were hot, and after receiving the order to prepare to march into the south, he was already prepared in his heart, but he didn't expect Meng Xiang to be so straightforward and thorough to him.

In his mind, the shadow of a great China that stretches north to the Arctic Ocean and south to the equator keeps emerging. Although he didn't know that the territory of China in someone's mind was much larger, he was already excited about it.

He stabilized his mind and said solemnly: "I will live up to the trust!" ”

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As Meng Xiang gave him a top-secret document, he knew that Meng Xiang had been planning for this matter for a long time.

But what he has in his hands is only the tip of the iceberg, and some of these special forces are not suitable for Sun Liren, who strictly guards his military identity. For example, certain bandit teams.

The bandit team formed by some stragglers of the Dian army is only a part of it, as well as the ranks of the earlier Chinese, as well as the clones, and even the teams of the clones who are purely indigenous in appearance.

Meng Xiang was reluctant to spend too much of his precious clone spy quota in Southeast Asia, and the yellow faces of the natives of Southeast Asia were similar to those of the Huaxia people, unless it was a special case, there was no need for a special clone spy to dress up.

Not an important indigenous figure, where do ordinary indigenous people have such a detailed household registration? Wars and accidents are enough to wipe out any information that is reserved.

In order to cope with the complicated external environment, Meng Xiang activated many ordinary people's spies. After all, this is not one of those bandits in the country who can be closely connected and occasionally cause trouble. The situation here is more complex and more independent. This shows that the average clone soldier is lacking, and that the more flexible clone spy resources are too valuable. Meng Xiang hit the idea on the newly cultivated lineage.

The Vanguard Army has been on the rise for four or five years, and the training of ordinary spies and agents has begun to take shape. Whether in terms of national loyalty or ability, it is no less than the performance of cloned spies.

With the exception of some operations that were more brutal and secretive, the usual operations had been replaced by ordinary agents and spies recruited from the local Chinese and the Pioneer Guild of the domestic lineage.

So far, their performance has made Meng Xiang very satisfied. Through the promotion of their hands, they protected and strengthened the local Chinese forces, and instigated and suppressed the contradictions between the indigenous stubborn and radical forces in various places, and even the contradictions with the Japanese. What's more, the troops with the faces of the indigenous people directly organized a team to resist the Japanese army and fought a guerrilla war.

"Hand over the murderer who killed our soldiers!" A Japanese ensign's white-gloved finger had reached the tip of an old man's nose. An indigenous translator next to him wiped his sweat and repeated the words of anger with a hideous face.

"Taijun, it wasn't our people who did it, it's not with us!" The head of the indigenous village pleaded, sweat soaking his white silk shirt. But he didn't bother to wipe it, and at the gesture of his hand, a young girl hurriedly walked up with her head bowed with a porcelain plate stacked with gold and silver on her brow.

The second lieutenant did not speak, but squinted at the gold and silver in the porcelain plate, and the corners of his eyes swept over the graceful figure of the young girl from time to time.

"Taijun! ......," the village elder leaned forward with a smile on his face. These gold and silver were the trophies of a large-scale armed battle with a neighboring village just now, and although he was distressed, since the Japanese had come to the door, they must have received some news, and it was necessary to take out some of it.

"Horn!"

A slap from the Japanese lieutenant knocked him to the ground.

"Yaga! You're all dead, you're dead! The Japanese lieutenant drew his saber and fiercely pressed at the indigenous village chief, "Hand over the murderer!" ”

Looking at the indigenous village chief who was trembling like a quail, the Japanese second lieutenant proudly raised his chin and waved forward and ordered: "Search! ”

More than 30 Japanese soldiers, who had long been impatient, immediately rushed into the village, and in an instant, the exclamations and cries of the women and the pleading of the men echoed over the village at the same time, but all of them could not stop the laughter of the Japanese soldiers.

It wasn't until a crisp gunshot rang out that everything changed.

"There are resistance here, kill them all!" The roar of the Japanese soldiers echoed again with the gunfire of the 38 Dagai, and soon became the sound of blood spurting from the tips of bayonets and the death-threatening screams of the indigenous villagers.

In the distant south, scenes that Meng Xiang once familiar with are being staged, but the objects are replaced by local natives.

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