Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Paris.

After receiving the news, de Gaulle remained silent for a long time. "A madman, he's a madman."

"Tell the Ugly country that we support all their actions, but we will not fight the Chinese Independent Brigade alone."

"yes!"

After receiving the news, the boss remained silent for a long time. Was this still the Lin Tian he knew?

Although we've never met in person, we've long admired each other online.

"Commander Lin... he really did it."

The chief of staff nodded.

The CEO sighed deeply, "Hundreds of millions of lives... Although it's a small matter, well, history will judge."

Chiang Kai-shek was woken from his sleep, and upon hearing the news, his hands trembled. "The island nation... is gone?"

Chen Cheng nodded. "Chairman, what should we do?"

Old Jiang remained silent for a long time as well. "We can't afford to offend them, we simply can't afford to offend them. We shouldn't do anything, but we should say everything."

He was scared, really scared.

That kid dares to bomb even an island nation, what else wouldn't he dare to do?

The whole world fell silent.

Those countries that were previously condemning the Chinese independence brigade fell silent overnight.

No one dared to speak again, no one dared to utter a sound, for fear that they would be next.

This is the manifestation of absolute power.

The headlines of the U.S. newspapers read: "Is the destruction of the island nation and the arrival of the nuclear age ultimately good or bad?"

The implication was clear: everyone should boycott this.

The newspapers in the United States wrote: "The world order is undergoing dramatic changes, and a new hegemon is rising in the East."

The newspapers of the penalized country said: "Peace is hard-won, and we must not lightly start a war."

Across the land of China, the people were initially silent, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

Firecrackers are set off to celebrate.

"My bad life has finally come back to haunt me!" An old man said, tears streaming down his face.

"Back then, they killed hundreds of people in our village. All my relatives were gone. If I hadn't been away from the village at the time, I might have gone with them."

Now the blood debt has finally been paid in blood. Well done, Chinese Independent Brigade!

In Lin Tian's command post, Brigade Commander Chen stood behind him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What do you want to say?"

Brigade Commander Chen hesitated for a moment: "Sir, isn't it too cruel of us to do this? Hundreds of millions of them..."

"cruel?"

Lin Tian turned around and said, "Didn't you read history or the Spring and Autumn Annals? Back then, the Japanese killed 300,000 of our compatriots in Nanjing. Wasn't that cruel?"

They conducted bacterial experiments in Northeast China, harming countless Chinese people. Wasn't that cruel?

They burned, killed, and looted across Asia, killing millions. Wasn't that cruel? Now they feel the pain? Too late.

Brigade Commander Chen remained silent.

"From today onward, the world will fear us."

Lin Tian smiled calmly, "If they fear us, they won't dare to bully us, and our descendants will be able to live in peace. That's what I want."

Outside the window, the sun rises from the east.

Another new day.

And those who have disappeared forever will never return.

Such filthy creatures as the Japanese pirates should be completely eradicated.

The surviving little days are scattered all over the world.

They are based in Southeast Asia, the Americas, Europe, and a few are lurking in China.

They wept bitterly, marched through the streets of various countries holding signs, attracting reporters, and denouncing the atrocities committed by the Chinese Independence Brigade.

In New York, the United States, a group of survivors dressed in kimonos knelt in front of the United Nations headquarters, holding up a banner:

"Condemn the Chinese butchers! Our ugly father country is standing up for us!"

The island nation's survivors wept uncontrollably, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Reporters swarmed in, their flashes going off everywhere.

However, the White House remained silent.

The State Department issued only a lukewarm statement: "The United States is deeply concerned about the humanitarian disaster that has occurred on the island nation and calls on all parties to exercise restraint."

There was no condemnation, no sanctions, and not even the words "Chinese Independent Brigade" were mentioned.

The island nation's survivors were in despair; their "ugly father" had abandoned them.

A group of Japanese refugees also gathered in London, the United Kingdom.

Churchill, cigar in mouth, glanced out the window and said to the Foreign Secretary, "Tell them that the Eagles deeply sympathize with the plight of the island people, but the Eagles will not intervene in this matter."

The Foreign Minister asked cautiously, "Mr. Prime Minister, didn't we previously condemn the Chinese Independent Brigade?"

Churchill glared at him: "Times have changed. What's the use of condemnation now that the island nation is gone? Do you want London to sink into the Thames?"

The foreign minister shrank back, not daring to speak again.

In Paris, the former inhabitants of an island nation gathered at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.

De Gaulle frowned.

The defense minister, standing behind him, asked in a low voice, "Mr. President, should we make a statement?"

De Gaulle was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Don't say anything. We can't afford to offend them."

The whole world is silent.

Those countries that once clamored to sanction the Chinese Independent Brigade fell silent overnight.

They were scared, really scared.

What wouldn't someone who dares to wipe an entire country off the map do?

Brigade Commander Chen walked in, holding a stack of telegrams in his hand.

"Sir, the Japanese survivors scattered around the world are condemning us. They are crying out to the U.S., the U.S., the U.S., the U.S., the U.S., the U.S., Italy, Russia, and Austria for their support, but none of those countries dare to utter a sound."

Lin Tian sneered, "They want to, but they don't dare. What's the use of having someone back them up if they've already lost their livelihood?"

"Verbal sparring? Or are you advising me against using peaceful methods? That's ridiculous."

Brigade Commander Chen smiled as well.

"Sir, there is one more thing. There are many voices in the country requesting that we recover the cultural relics looted by the Eight-Nation Alliance back then."

Some scholars have also compiled a list demanding that the seven countries return the goods.

Lin Tian's eyes narrowed. "The Eight-Nation Alliance? Eight countries, their days are over, only seven remain. Good, let's settle accounts all at once."

"Sir, you mean...?"

"Publish a message."

Lin Tian stood up and said, "The seven countries are given three months to unconditionally return the cultural relics they looted from China."

At the same time, reparations for war losses must be paid; otherwise, a large army will soon be at the city gates.

Brigade Commander Chen was stunned. "Sir, offending seven countries at the same time, won't they come..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Lin Tian turned around and said, "Back then, eight of them fought against one of us, and we weren't afraid at all. Now that there are only seven left, we're even less afraid."

How much did they steal from us?

How many of our gardens were burned? How many of our people were killed? This debt must be settled.

"Yes, sir!" Brigade Commander Chen excitedly ran out.

The news quickly spread throughout the world.

In the White House of the United States, Roosevelt received a telegram, his face turning ashen: "The Chinese Independent Brigade wants us to return cultural relics? And compensate for the losses?"

The Secretary of State nodded. "Mr. President, they've given us three months. Otherwise, their army will be at the gates."

Roosevelt's hands trembled. "This is outrageous! Are they insane? Offending seven countries at once?"

"Mr. President, they've even sunk an island nation, what else wouldn't they dare to do?"

Roosevelt: "..."

He thought of the bombs that fell from the sky, and a chill ran down his spine.

They have the power to overturn the table.

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