The woman's appearance surprised Zhu Jianchou, and he couldn't help but stare at her, trying to see through her. Even though she was naked, she didn't care about Zhu Jianchou's gaze, as if she didn't see herself as a woman. As for Zhu Jianchou's three companions, they kept shaking their heads. They knew what the woman meant, but to the overseas Chinese, women were still in a subordinate position. Compared to the Chinese, the overseas Chinese had left something behind, but also lost something. In terms of thinking, the overseas Chinese were different from the Chinese. In other words, they still retained the tradition of China, where the men were in charge of the outside world, and the women were in charge of the inside world.
But Zhu Jianchou didn't think that way. When he was a soldier in the mainland, he had seen many female soldiers, and they weren't much worse than the men. He had even seen female pilots, and China was more tolerant of women. When the men couldn't be counted on, they could only count on the women. But he didn't dare to let the women join so easily. After all, the battlefield was different, and if a woman's cowardice or other problems caused an impact, it could endanger the whole team.
Under Zhu Jianchou's murderous and threatening gaze, the woman didn't look away. Instead, there were a few sparks in her eyes, giving her a little more life. It wasn't sparks, it was hatred. When he was sure that hatred could burn everything, he finally nodded and said, "From now on, you are a man …"
The men didn't dare to take up arms to retaliate against the Indonesian army, but the women broke the tradition of the Chinese and stood up. Finally, out of the 30 or so women, 20 stood up. It wasn't that the rest weren't willing, but Zhu Jianchou couldn't accept so many. The equipment and weapons here could only arm so many people, and he could only choose women who weren't too weak.
Ever since Li Dazhong's nose was broken by the butt of the gun, he had become well-behaved. He stared blankly at the women eagerly joining the Avengers, while the men, under the guidance of the gun, carried their rations and marched into the unknown jungle. Finally, after everyone had left, Li Dazhong woke up with a start. He looked at the empty campsite that was littered with corpses and howled loudly. His terrified howl echoed in the dark night like the wail of an owl …
Zhu Jianchou's army consisted of twenty-five people. Including him, there were four men, and the rest were women. The first woman to stand out was called Shen Yueyi. She was the prettiest among the women, but she was also the one who had been tortured the most. On a night when all the men were hiding their faces, she was the only one who took the initiative to stand out and shout at the Indonesians for revenge. The rest of the women followed her lead.
After taking in these women, Zhu Jianchou knew that even if he gave them guns, they wouldn't be able to fight. Their numbers were five times that of last night's, but their fighting ability had dropped significantly. The most important thing now was to find a safe place to regroup. Other than that, the rest of the women followed them. He didn't dare trust the men, so he could only personally escort the women to meet up with the group they had separated from yesterday.
It took them two days to reach the place where they met up with Zhang Xiaoqiang. As soon as they arrived, Zhu Jianchou saw the black smoke rising from the campfire. His face darkened, and he rushed over. He saw the man he had slapped yesterday sitting by the campfire with his gun, thinking about something. There was a rat the size of a dog roasting on the fire. The moment Zhu Jianchou appeared, the man had been scrambling to aim, but he didn't see who it was.
Zhu Jianchou slapped him to the ground and shouted at him, "I told you, don't point your gun at your own people …" Then he kicked the campfire away and stomped on it. The man looked at Zhu Jianchou in shock and suddenly cried, "Brother Zhu, you have to avenge us …" Seeing the man crying, Zhu Jianchou felt a chill in his heart. He said with a trembling voice, "What's going on?
"Pa …" Zhu Jianchou slapped him to the ground and shouted at him, "I said, don't point your gun at your own people …" After that, he kicked the bonfire away and stepped on it repeatedly. The guy who was slapped looked at Zhu Jianchou in surprise and suddenly cried, "Brother Zhu, you have to avenge us …" Seeing the man crying, Zhu Jianchou felt a chill in his heart and said with a trembling voice, "What's going on?
Didn't I tell you to go to the last gathering place?
Why are you the only one here, where are the others? "
The man seemed to have heard the most wronged words and could only cry but not answer. The three men behind them were also stunned when they saw the crying man. The man with the worst temper couldn't help but shout, "Xie Kun, what's going on? What's the use of crying …" Xie Kun was shocked by the shout, and then he told them what happened after they parted ways. There were many Chinese gathering places, but after the Indonesians killed them, only the last two were left. They were also the two largest ones. The Chinese gathering places were divided according to clan and ancestral home. One was the gathering place for the Cantonese, and the other was the gathering place for the Fujian descendants.
The place they were heading to was a gathering place for the descendants of the Hokkiens. As there were injured people, they could not bring their guns and equipment with them, so they hid a portion of them while the rest carried their guns and injured people to the gathering place. When they entered the gathering place, the leader of the gathering place, Li Baiping, coveted their weapons. When he found out that the weapons were obtained from the Indonesians, he was afraid that Xie Kun would bring disaster upon himself, so he suddenly captured all of them while they were sleeping. Xie Kun happened to go to the toilet and escaped. When he saw that something was amiss, he grabbed a guard with a rifle and escaped in the middle of the night. Because he did not know where he was going, he unknowingly returned to the place where they had hidden their weapons.
After hearing Xie Kun's story, Zhu Jianchou's eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could recover, Xie Kun continued, "The man I kidnapped told me that Li Baiping was prepared to give our people to the Indonesians in exchange for their food and supplies. He also hoped that they could reconcile with the Indonesians, and it seemed like the Indonesians agreed. They were preparing to send a plane over there to receive them …"
Hearing that, everyone's expression changed. The few men present had all climbed out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood after the Indonesians' massacre. How could they believe that a dog wouldn't eat sh * t?
Li Baiping's plan was to let the Indonesians deal with the lives and deaths of the thousands of people in the colony. If that were to happen, the last colony would be wiped out. Thinking of this, some of the three men were furious, some threw away their weapons helplessly, and some knelt on the ground and cried. If the Chinese were all dead, how could they take revenge?
There were at least three to five hundred thousand Indonesians, and they wouldn't be able to kill all of them even if they killed them for ten lifetimes …
"Li Baiping, you and I will not coexist …" Zhu Jianchou's lips were stained with blood as he screamed into the sky. His words were filled with unspeakable sorrow and hatred, as well as his unwillingness to accept the fate of the Chinese. He was not afraid of the cruelty of the Indonesians, he was not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but he was not willing to sacrifice thousands of innocent lives to the Indonesians because of the cowardice and selfishness of the Chinese. In his mind, he had already started to imagine thousands of heads rolling under the Indonesians' butcher knives, countless Chinese women wailing in pain under the excited faces of the Indonesians, and the children being lifted by the ankles and thrown onto rocks to their deaths.
"Revenge, we must take revenge … We can't trust the Chinese anymore, we can only trust ourselves …" Xie Kun screamed. He also knew the consequences, but a gathering place of thousands of people was not something they could take down. Other than crying, there was nothing they could do … At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, as if the heavens couldn't bear to see them grieve, and the dark clouds covered the sun. The dark sky messed up the anger in everyone's hearts, and they raised their heads to look at the sky.
The huge aerial frigate covered a few hundred meters of the sky, like a god in the sky, pressuring the hearts of the people on the ground. All the anger and resentment froze at that moment. The Chinese, including Zhu Jianchou, looked up at the miraculous frigate in the sky, and most of them stopped breathing. They could only feel their hearts pounding. The pressure from the frigate made their chests feel like they were being weighed down by a thousand kilogram boulder. Even swallowing their saliva became difficult …
At the same time, inside the frigate, Huang Tingwei frowned as he looked at the survivors on the ground. After confirming that there was no sign of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he turned his attention to Fu Shanlin and asked, "Is this the last place Zhang Xiaoqiang disappeared from?"
Fu Shanlin quickly searched the display with both hands, and finally found the last location of the signal. He nodded and said, "The last place the signal appeared was within three kilometers, and it hasn't changed since. Maybe something happened to Zhang Xiaoqiang …"