The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Meng Bo.

When Banbula appeared in the military area shrouded in gloom above his head, what he saw was a group of Eastern Shan soldiers standing or sitting. Next to them, there were also officers from the rest of Eastern Shan State, and, The former subordinates of the Bao family were the feudal officials of the Mengbo County Government.

For these people, Banbra just glanced at them and stopped talking. He knew what the consequences of talking to these people would be.

"Secretary-General, please go over and say a few words, otherwise it will appear that we are not friendly..."

The person standing next to Banbula came up and said a few words, and Banbula sneered and said, "What did you say?"

"Look at their dissatisfied expressions. If I had gone over in a friendly manner, I would have said, 'What are you pretending to be?' Isn't it just that I won the battle with good equipment? I have the ability to throw away armed helicopters, tanks, and armored vehicles." ’, then I really have to give them a knife to fight hand-to-hand?”

"In the eyes of a loser, there are always reasons and excuses. All his failures are caused by external factors, but he doesn't even think about it. When we stand up in that small place in Meng Neng, we can't wait to lose the weeds around us. They were all sold for military supplies.”

Banbra walked to the other end with his chin raised.

The people under his command murmured: "I feel that if Mr. Xu comes to accept surrender, he will definitely say a few words to those people in a friendly manner."

"This is where you get to the point." Banbula would rather check the weapons and equipment than pay attention to the group of surrendered soldiers from Eastern Shan State. "Do you know why we didn't come?"

"I just don't want to win this battle and see the disobedient and angry faces of this group of people, especially when I have to pretend to be nice under the faces of these people."

"If you think about it, since Eastern Shan State occupied Bangkang, how many tricks have been laid on us and how many obstacles have been set up?"

"There are some things you may not know. When Master Bao went to war with Eastern Shan State, just two years ago, my father, I, and the then Yang Rong and a group of people crowded into the small office of the Meng Neng Judicial Committee. They don’t dare to leave, for fear that they won’t be able to receive any news and have no time to respond.”

"At that time, it was a matter of life and death, and I couldn't keep anyone who ate carelessly. Now? If I hadn't come here to be the official of this frontier, I wouldn't even have taken a step into Meng Bo."

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Outside the military area, a group of Wa people held gongs to clear the way and walked past in red and colorful clothes. Banbula turned his head and smiled: "This is the person we should pay attention to." He said this.

"Excuse me, we from Wa State..."

When a Wa at the front of the group of people on the opposite side stood at the gate of the military area and asked, Banbula hurried over and said, "Is he the Wa leader from Mengbo?"

"I am Banbula, the secretary-general of the new government of Wa State, and I am also from the Wa ethnic group!"

Banbula held the hand of the Wa leader tightly, and all the local Wa people gathered around him in an instant.

Banbula could see the sincerity and passion in the eyes of these Wa people, just like if one day our army bombs and sinks that broken island, there will definitely be many people standing in the way to welcome the heroes in triumph when they return.

"Is the battle over?"

Just four words. The old man was holding his hands tightly with Banbula and holding them in for a long time. But these four words were all the voices of the people of Wa State!

They look forward to the day when Meng Bo can regain peace like Bangkang. They look forward to the day when their own military vehicles drive past on the road.

Banbula didn't know how to answer. What he recalled in the back of his mind was all the experiences of the Wa people over the years...

From the Khun Sa era, people were forced to plant the flower of sin, and then when it matured, they were forced to boil black gold at gunpoint, and then took it away at the price of one dollar per kilogram, one dollar!

Then there are laboratories everywhere, and all of Mengbo is a park; then when the Eastern Shan State troops arrive, war debts are everywhere, and ordinary people are forced to go out of the city to dig bamboo shoots and find food... They have never had a day of their own. days, but not far away, Bangkang has already shouted out a high price of '1500 monthly salary'!

The young people have left, and the bold ones have left. Now only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in Meng Bo. They can only wait here.

The old man slapped his half-branched hands: "It's okay, it's okay!" He said louder and louder: "Fortunately, I am alive and looking forward to this day."

"Fortunately, I was still alive when the day came."

After speaking these two short sentences with exactly the same meaning, Banbula felt as if he saw a floodgate being opened, and crystal clear tears flowed down the old man's cheeks where even the skin was beginning to wither!

He is still alive, but seems to have been forgotten.

Just like the many people who were forgotten by the forces in the war, like the retail investors who were wiped out in the economic battlefield.

They were all still alive, even if they were run over by a huge wheel and became completely bruised.

But, what about the person who made all this?

They just felt something. They felt something when they saw the ruins. They felt something when they heard the painful wailing. Finally, when they picked up the wine glass, they spoke out a slightly sad story. Finally, amidst the sighs, they were named - —Other people’s stories.

The stories of others.

While crying, a Wa man on crutches glanced into the military area. When he saw the Eastern Shan State soldiers who once wore red berets and showed off their power, sitting there and turning their heads to look, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. It hurt. After cursing, "Look at your mother!", he rushed over on crutches.

He is not a person who can kill, nor is he a person who dares to kill. However, under the protection of the Wa State Army, he still waved his crutch at the Eastern Shan State soldier, causing the cane to fall heavily on the Eastern Shan State soldier. On the soldier's back.

Even if he retaliates, he only dares to hit others on the back.

"Don't do it!"

Banbula shouted loudly, and the Wa State army immediately rushed over and began to retreat with the Wa ethnic group between them. After the Eastern Shan people stood up one by one, they were fired by the Wa soldiers with guns and glared at the Wa ethnic group...

He finally opened his mouth like a scream: "Why can't you fight!"

"Didn't we win the battle?"

Didn’t you win the battle?

Isn’t it time to feel proud?

Then why do you let those who create evil live so comfortably?

That Wa people don’t understand, the Wa people around them don’t understand, and I’m afraid even Banbula doesn’t understand.

They simply don’t understand that in this world there is not only an abyss, but also the desire to win or lose at the gambling table, the warm and tender quilt of a woman, the bloody storm on the battlefield, all are abyss, and even drinks The sugar in the table, the salt and oil on the table, and the peppers in the ground are all abyss.

They just don't understand that once they abuse these prisoners of war, they will be the same as the other party. They just want to vent the anger of being oppressed in their hearts, and they just want to really straighten their backs and raise their heads at this second. Could it be that, just Is it really wrong?

But Banbula understood the expression on this Wa's face. He was just saying: "Why can others have no inhibitions when doing evil? Now it's justice's turn to defeat evil, so we must put on the shackles of benevolence, justice and morality. Why!" ( End of this chapter)