Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 434 Intellectually Overwhelms "Little Xiba"

To get from the ZG embassy to Santa Matasava port, you have to cross the entire city center of Kandal, which is now the most chaotic area.

In order to gain more initiative, the Red Turban Army and the government forces turned this central urban area into the main battlefield.

The two sides fought back and forth in this area, plowing the land several times over until not an inch of good land could be found.

Cars were blown to pieces and burning everywhere, and no shop on the street was spared; they were all smashed to pieces and looted clean.

Tragic scenes of human suffering can be seen everywhere along the roadside.

Some parents held their dead children and cried, some children lay on their dead parents and cried, some wives hugged their husbands, and some white-haired people cried for their black-haired parents.

Too many innocent people have been beaten to death; stiff corpses can be seen everywhere.

of course.

Human nature has two sides.

Amidst this tragic scene, there were no shortage of thugs taking advantage of the chaos.

Armed with sticks or machetes, they searched the pockets and wallets of corpses on the ground, smashed doors and windows to break into houses, and robbed various supplies.

The overseas Chinese and the 5J escorts in the embassy convoy saw the pitiful people in distress, as well as the chaos and violence.

They were powerless to do anything except feel sympathy in their hearts.

In this country that is in complete chaos, it is already the limit for the embassy to protect its citizens.

Outsiders are powerless to help the Diracs caught in a civil war; perhaps only they themselves can help them.

If you really have to blame someone, you can only blame them for not being born into the right family.

They invested in this country!

However, things are always unpredictable. The embassy convoy had been sufficiently cautious along the way and did not stop to help the locals out of sheer compassion.

But a crisis still occurred!

Just as the convoy was about to leave the city center, a car suddenly rushed out from each side of the alley, completely blocking the already two-lane road.

Then, more than a dozen armed men, each carrying various weapons and wearing red scarves around their necks, rushed out to intercept the embassy convoy.

The five Js in the lead car were all well-trained and immediately stopped to confront them.

Guns pointed at guns, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Seeing that things were about to get out of hand and the two sides were about to fight on the street, Ambassador Fan, who was sitting in the second car, immediately got out and walked over while shouting loudly, "Chinese people, we are all Chinese people."

Please put down your guns and remain calm. China and Africa are the best of friends.

We have no malicious intent; we simply need to pass through to return to our own country. Please allow us to pass, thank you.

Ambassador Fan spoke in fluent local dialect, and while speaking, he turned around and waved his hand down, signaling the armed police to put down their guns as a gesture of goodwill.

The Red Turban Army also had its own ambitions; overthrowing the current Dirac regime was their core objective, not to be enemies of the entire world.

After all, if the Red Turban Army were to rise to power in the future, it would need to gain the recognition of international organizations.

Upon learning that the convoy was a Chinese evacuation convoy, not government troops or personnel, and that the armed police had already lowered their guns, they discovered that the convoy was a Chinese evacuation convoy and not government troops or personnel.

The Red Turban Army's minor leader, not wanting to cause trouble, clashed with the fully armed police.

After a few seconds of consideration, the Red Turban Army leader with a dreadlocked braid lowered his gun and waved at the two cars blocking the road.

The two cars that were blocking the road retreated back into the alley, clearing the middle of the street.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

Ambassador Fan clasped his hands together in gratitude to the Red Turban Army soldiers, then returned to the second vehicle, while the lead armored police vehicle restarted.

The Red Turban Army did not attack, but stood on both sides of the road and watched them leave.

When they first saw the road blocked by the Red Turban Army, the hearts of the overseas Chinese were in their throats. The more timid ones were already sweating profusely, their clothes soaked with sweat.

They thought they wouldn't make it through this ordeal and would die at the hands of the Red Turban Army.

Fortunately, Ambassador Fan's personal courage and boldness, coupled with the deterrent effect of the motherland's growing strength, finally managed to quell the Red Turban Army.

This allowed the embassy convoy to escape danger and continue its journey to Santa Matasava.

The rest of the journey proceeded without incident, and the embassy convoy successfully crossed the city and arrived at the entrance to the port of Santa Matasava.

The government troops guarding the checkpoint had been notified in advance, and when they saw the convoy with the five-star red flag flying over the front of the vehicles approaching, they opened the gate without even checking anything.

This allows the convoy to drive straight ahead.

The Yangzhou was already docked in the harbor, with gangways set up from the ground to the deck and banners unfurled in preparation for the welcome.

Even the Flame Dragon team, led by Jackie Chan, came to the dock to take charge of security.

To prevent any accidents from happening!

The embassy motorcade didn't even need to search; it headed straight for the majestic and imposing Yangzhou.

As soon as the convoy came to a stop and the overseas Chinese got out of the vehicles, naval soldiers immediately ran up to meet them, guiding them off the vehicles and onto the warship.

Ambassador Fan, as the head of the embassy, ​​got out of the car and went straight to Captain Zhang, who was already waiting at the dock.

"I am the captain of this ship, welcome." Captain Zhang extended his right hand.

"I am Ambassador Fan Anning from Dirac. Your navy arrived just in time. On behalf of all the overseas Chinese, I would like to express my gratitude to you. Thank you." Ambassador Fan shook Captain Zhang's hand with great emotion.

"This is what we should do; protecting the country and its people is our responsibility."

Captain Zhang answered firmly, then asked with great concern, "Has everyone arrived? What's the situation now?"

"There aren't enough seats in the car, and some overseas Chinese are still stranded at the embassy. We'll have to make another trip."

Ambassador Fan paused for a moment before continuing, "The rebellion in this country has fully broken out, and the lives and property of our overseas Chinese are in serious danger."

On our way here, we were stopped by the Red Turban Army and almost couldn't get out.

There are still a group of overseas Chinese at the embassy, ​​and others from other places who haven't had time to get here yet. Could you send troops to protect them?

"Our personnel cannot enter other countries without the permission of the countries concerned or the United Nations. I'm afraid this is impossible to achieve."

Captain Zhang, with a serious expression, explained, "Our orders are only to transport overseas Chinese in the port."

"Comrade Captain..."

Ambassador Fan continued to lobby Captain Zhang regarding sending troops for a rescue operation.

There was a small commotion at the entrance of the escalator, and just as about ten people were being sent up, Jackie Chan's attention was drawn to it.

It turned out to be a young man who looked a bit effeminate, with fair skin and painted eyebrows. He couldn't produce a passport or ID card or any other documents that could prove his Chinese identity, but he kept insisting that he was Chinese.

The reason he didn't bring the relevant identification was that the Red Turban Army stormed into his house, and he was so scared that he forgot to bring his identification.

If it were spoken in standard Mandarin, that would be one thing, since that excuse is plausible.

But this effeminate guy can't even speak standard Mandarin properly. It's not the kind of accent that's hard to pronounce with a regional accent, but rather the kind of broken Chinese that foreigners speak.

The lieutenant in charge of the inspection wasn't stupid; he wouldn't be so easily fooled.

Without beating around the bush, she immediately questioned him, asking how he could speak Mandarin so poorly, sounding like a foreigner, when he claimed to be Chinese.

The effeminate young man seemed to have been prepared, and immediately offered an explanation in response to the questions.

He said he was born in China and was later taken abroad by his parents. Because he spent little time in China, his Mandarin is not standard.

This explanation was so impeccable that the lieutenant was unable to refute it for a moment.

Even though his intuition told him that something was wrong with this kid.

But he couldn't figure out what was wrong, and he couldn't find any evidence. In this stalemate, he really had no choice but to let him board the ship.

Once we return to China, we can clarify the matter through the household registration department.

The group of overseas Chinese in line also noticed something fishy and began whispering among themselves, dividing into two distinct factions based on the man's identity.

A group of overly compassionate "rationalists" believe that the effeminate man's explanation is perfectly valid, and that he has certainly disgraced the Chinese people in the political arena.

And even if he wasn't an overseas Chinese, it wouldn't be a problem to let him on the ship.

Anyway, the ship is so big, one more person won't sink it.

Completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, warships are a symbol of a country's military power, and it is only natural for them to enter another country to rescue their own people.

If people from other countries are also taken away, then it's a completely different matter.

If the Dirac government investigates later, the responsibility will lie with our warships, not with the cunning individuals who tried to escape by boat.

Another group believes that the effeminate young men are strange, and they look like they come from some country across the sea.

As the situation reached a stalemate, one of the overseas Chinese in line shouted, "Since he claims to be Chinese, let him sing the national anthem. If he can't even sing the national anthem, then he must be a fake."

"Yes, that's a good idea."

"Make him sing the national anthem, quick, quick, quick!"

"Every Chinese person learns the national anthem from childhood and can recite it fluently, so let him sing it."

……

This proposal was met with widespread support, with many calling for effeminate young men to sing the national anthem.

"I am a citizen of Zongguo, and I will definitely sing the national anthem."

The effeminate young man was not stopped and immediately started singing at the top of his lungs, even though he sang off-key and didn't pronounce the lyrics correctly.

But he actually sang it all the way through, and a look of pride flashed in his eyes after he finished.

Despite being well hidden, it was still discovered.

Having watched Jackie Chan for a long time, I originally thought that this guy was really an overseas Chinese who grew up abroad, which is why he was so strange.

But seeing the smug look in his eyes, he immediately overturned his previous judgment.

His eyes darted left and right, and he immediately had an idea.

He strode over and asked sternly, "Why are you blocking this way? What happened?"

With the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulders and his massive physique, Jackie Chan exuded an overwhelming aura, instantly silencing the noisy scene.

Even the effeminate man, who had been looking smug, had his pupils flicker a few times at that moment.

This is clearly a sign of guilt!

Jackie Chan felt even more confident!

When the lieutenant saw that it was Jackie Chan, he was completely impressed and immediately explained the whole story to Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan knew perfectly well, but pretended not to.

With a stern expression, like the King of Hell releasing immense pressure, he stared at the effeminate young man and said, "This is no big deal. As long as you answer a few questions for me, and you can answer them, I'll let you on board."

Jackie Chan deliberately made himself appear unapproachable, instead looking fierce and intimidating.

The purpose is to put pressure on effeminate men.

Under immense pressure, a person's thinking is severely restricted, becoming less agile than normal and easily unable to process information.

"Okay, go ahead and ask!"

Hearing that only a few questions would be asked, the effeminate young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He's genuinely afraid of Jackie Chan!

Jackie Chan's size and presence are terrifying. Standing in front of him is like being a towering tree, while he is just a blade of grass, creating a sense of overwhelming presence.

The group of overseas Chinese in line were also stunned.

However, since they had nothing to hide, they were simply intimidated without feeling any pressure, and did not speak out of turn, waiting to see what would happen.

Wu Zhe and the other members of the Yanlong team were also very curious about how Jackie Chan would distinguish between the real and fake.

Jackie Chan, already confident, calmly asked the effeminate young man, "Where in China are you from?"

"HN's."

"What's your mother's brother's name?"

"Uncle."

The first few questions Jackie Chan asked were very simple, and the effeminate young man answered them very fluently, with almost no thought required.

"Looks like you've done a lot of homework."

Jackie Chan was secretly surprised, then continued to ask, "How many people are in your family?"

"Three: me, my mom, and my dad."

Where are your parents?

"They are in China."

"Where does the Dragon Boat Festival originate?"

"South Korea."

The effeminate young man answered Jackie Chan's questions fluently, as if they were second nature. Then, when Jackie Chan suddenly brought up the Dragon Boat Festival, he answered without hesitation that it was South Korea.

The originally quiet scene erupted into chaos after this answer was given.

"When did the Dragon Boat Festival become Korean? You're probably not a Korean yourself. Only traitorous scum would think that way."

"Fuck your grandma, you're a Korean bastard, pretending to be Chinese."

"You son of a bitch, I'll beat you to death, you bastard."

……

The crowd was furious and the scene quickly became chaotic. Some hot-tempered men even took off their shoes and threw them at the effeminate young man's face.

That throw was incredibly accurate, landing a perfect slap on the effeminate man's face.

The effeminate man, who was initially remorseful for his slip of the tongue, suddenly flew into a rage after being slapped in the face with a shoe. He glared at the person who threw the shoe and unleashed a torrent of abuse.

With this curse word, Xiao Xiba's identity was confirmed.

The naval soldiers didn't hold back either. In order to quell the anger of the overseas Chinese, two guards stepped forward and took Little Xiba away as well.

Little Xiba, whose disguise had failed, didn't resist, because he knew he had to run away as soon as possible.

Staying might get you a beating!

Compared to having no way to hitch a ride out of the country and having to wait for their country's indefinite rescue, the effeminate young man would rather not be beaten up.

Anyway, the port is still under the control of the government forces, so it is currently very safe.

Jackie Chan's ability to identify the little boy with his intelligence was widely praised, with people marveling at how such a large man could possess such wisdom.

(End of this chapter)