Barbes Street is in complete chaos. There are crowds of people everywhere as far as the eye can see. There are more than 4,000 refugees crowded here. A regiment of the French government army is robbing people here, and there are continuous soldiers coming from further away to support them. .
After looking at this trend for half an hour, the French army will be able to reinforce between 1,500 and 2,000 people.
On the Chinese side, because the troops had to be divided into four areas for defense, they could only send more than 300 people to the streets at one time to rob people. As a result, the nurses in the Red Cross were forced to rescue people themselves, let alone Those male staff.
Five thousand people were like a school of deep-sea fish in the Atlantic Ocean, crowded together into a super whirlpool, swallowing everything.
In this whirlpool, it is impossible to save someone alone. People can only save the people around them first, and catch them one by one.
If the Chinese and the Red Cross capture him, then he has found a way to survive. If he is captured by the French government troops, then he will continue to be barbecued in the sea of fire.
Fortunately, both sides exercised restraint and did not fire, but they used many dirty tricks in private. The iron finger gloves that Wang Chen polished by himself had sharp protrusions on them. A punch from secretly could break the strong French army. ribs.
Those French veterans were also very dirty. They polished a long dagger and stabbed it into a bloody hole in the body of the resisting refugees.
People are peeled off layer by layer like an onion, one layer of life, one layer of death!
Wang Chen's heart has fallen into the abyss. The little Barbara who touched his heart has been carried away by the enemy and is being driven north amidst the desperate cries of a large group of refugees.
The shrill cries hurt his heart, "Help me...Uncle, help me..."
But this time, Wang Chen could no longer do anything. He was surrounded by people, including French soldiers, refugees, and Red Cross nurses who helped him save people. They were crowded together, making Wang Chen feel like a dead fish in a sardine can. .
"Let me go, let me go... Damn it, let me pass... I'll let you stand in the way..."
A punch broke the bridge of a French soldier's nose, and two more French soldiers came next to him and struggled with him.
Don't tell who wins in such an entanglement. After Wang Chen broke away, he looked again and saw that little Barbara was further away, and her desperate cries could no longer be heard.
"No...no..." Wang Chen's tears fell. The kind-hearted child whose body was pierced by the barbed wire, but still tried to protect his mother from being hurt, just disappeared into the dim dusk street. Can't be found anymore.
"Are they human? Are you all damn human? At least let the child come over..."
"I'll beat you to death..." The stainless steel finger gloves hit the French army's face, and the fists were bloody. The crying Wang Chen's heart was twisted together.
"The adults are rebelling. What does it have to do with the fucking children? What the hell does it have to do with the children? Let the children enter the camp anyway..."
Wang Chen had gone crazy. If the last four or five comrades hadn't thrown him to the ground, he would have beaten the French soldiers to death.
"Go back to the camp... Go back to the camp immediately, the head of state has given the order..."
"The refugees have been washed away. We can't save them... Wake up, wake up!"
Ma Hui slapped Wang Chen awake twice, and saw that the refugees on the street had been separated into two pieces. About a thousand people were rescued by the Chinese, while the others were taken away by the French army who continued to reinforce them. .
Between the two groups of people is a blank area of more than thirty meters that is still expanding. Countless French troops are filling in, vigilantly defending the Chinese attack.
After all, we were still not saved. Little Barbara was still not saved after all!
Night had fallen, and it was extremely dangerous to leave the camp at this time. The head of state ordered all soldiers to withdraw, and Wang Chen was dragged back to the camp by his comrades.
When he saw the livid face of the head of state, he suddenly struggled to break away from his comrades and ran over to him, crying, "The head of state... please rescue the child at least..."
"You give the order, let us attack and rescue the child at least..."
"That's enough! Have you lost your mind and gone crazy?" Liang Kun roared, "How many children are there in Paris? Can we save them? The head of state did not train you to die in vain!"
"The refugee camp is right here. We can't save all the people in Paris... Those who are lucky enough to come in will survive. What does it have to do with us if those who are not lucky enough to die outside have anything to do with it?"
Wang Chen has completely lost his mind and gone crazy. He still refuses to retreat. He just stares at the head of state. "Head of the State, what kind of Chinese do you want? Didn't you say back then that the Chinese have never been distinguished by blood?" …”
"The Chinese have always been distinguished by culture. As long as you understand loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and justice, as long as you have good intentions, as long as you recognize our Chinese culture and are willing to learn our Chinese characters and language..."
"Then no matter what color you are, no matter what race you are, the door of my Chinese family will always be open!"
"You said it! The reason why the prosperous Tang Dynasty is the prosperous Tang Dynasty is because he regards all people in the world as Tang people who can be absorbed together!"
"A little girl of six or seven years old didn't cry even after a barbed wire pierced her cheek... She still tried hard to hold her mother up with her hands to avoid being pierced by the wire... Isn't this the filial piety in our Chinese culture?"
"Such a filial and sensible child...can't die here!"
"Head of State...can I accept such a child as my daughter? Does she count as a child of my Chinese family..."
"That's enough, why are you so crazy... pull him down!" Liang Kun and other generals waved for the soldiers to take action, but at this moment Xiao Letian spoke.
"Wait a minute..." Looking at the burning Paris, Xiao Letian sighed, "Hey... Although what he said is a bit extreme and unrealistic, one thing is correct!"
"If we, the Chinese, don't have the ambition to dominate the world, we will never want to restore the prosperous age of the Han and Tang Dynasties... What is the Chinese? I, Xiao Letian, have already made it clear!"
"The Chinese race is the representative of the most civilized culture of mankind! This is the foundation for our Chinese race to last forever!"
"What is civilization? What is the standard of civilization? That is to see who is more like a human being and who is more like an animal!"
"It's time to show it to the world and let them know how the Chinese have continued to be civilized for thousands of years!"
"Because damn, we are humans, not animals!"
"The special forces board the airship, and all the airships are dispatched in turn... Go to Paris to rescue people! I want to see who dares to shoot down my airship..."
As soon as Xiao Letian said this, there was an uproar on the scene. All the officers and soldiers stood at attention and saluted and carried out the order without any complaints. When the translator conveyed the words of the head of state to the refugees.
The whole refugee camp burst into tears. Men, women, old and young knelt on the ground to thank the head of state for his life-saving grace!
Nightingale looked at the Eastern head of state and was silent for a long time. She could not understand why any land in China without God's blessing could give birth to such a civilized transition.
How exactly was their culture established? Why can they redeem themselves without God? Without divine grace, how on earth could they purify such great souls?
Who can give the answer to all this!
