"Is there any latest news on the progress of the negotiations?" Zhao Dabao sat bored in the headquarters, drinking unknown expensive tea?

Although I don't know tea, the tea found in the government office should not be too cheap no matter how you look at it.

"The final report of the third meeting between the two parties has no valid information." The staff officer was processing the documents.

Today is already the fifth day of negotiations, September 23.

The two sides met three times but still could not reach an agreement.

Tianjin Wei has ended comprehensive military control, and government bureaucrats sent from Nanhua have taken over management. The Army only sent 300 military police to help.

There was no offensive mission, and there was no need for Zhao Dabao to worry about training plans or city defense plans. For a while, Zhao Dabao was free.

"It's not settled yet? What's the point of carrying these people to death? They dare to do it but don't dare to admit it. If they admit it, they don't want to be punished. They must wait until they are beaten to wake up." Zhao Dabao poured some tea from the cup.

He finished the drink and spit out two tea leaves.

No one thought it was wrong for a cow to chew peonies, because the entire headquarters drank tea like this.

"The Qing Empire Army has not made any changes, nor has it received any information about military mobilization from Japan or other countries. The headquarters is fine for the time being. How about you go out for a couple of rounds?" the chief of staff suggested.

Zhao Dabao was idle, but the staff were not idle.

"Okay, I'm going to inspect the place below and see what the prosperous Tianjin Guard is like." Zhao Dabao nodded.

"Remember to bring guards. After all, this is not Nanhua. Even if everyone is Chinese, we are still considered outsiders." the chief of staff reminded.

Two days before the negotiation, an injured soldier from Nanhua went to the street wearing a plaster cast and wanted to try local specialties. After all, most people in Nanhua came from poor backgrounds and still yearned for Tianjin Wei.

Then, he was dragged away on the street. When he was found, he was already dead. He had been tortured before death. He had more than 20 stab wounds on his body, and each stab penetrated his body.

At that time, the government officials had not yet arrived, so Zhao Dabao sent troops to conduct door-to-door searches throughout the city, arresting more than a thousand people in one day - leaders of various evil forces, martial arts schools, and local gangsters.

Currently, this group of people are still detained in military camps, and government officials do not care about them. Without these unstable factors, it will be easier to rule.

However, this makes more small fish that have not been caught be unfriendly and even malicious towards Nanhua.

…

Sitting in the warrior transport vehicle, Zhao Dabao left the military camp and entered the downtown area.

Different from the first few days after the invasion, Nanhua has been occupied for half a month. Since it has not caused a lot of damage to the city, various businesses in the city have reopened.

Although the volume of foreign trade was significantly reduced due to the war, the arrival of the Nanhua Army provided a large market, resulting in a certain abnormal prosperity.

"The buns taste good, better than those made in the cafeteria."

"This pancake is good. It tastes like the ones made by my family. That guy must be from Shandong."

Zhao Dabao ate various snacks and looked at the passers-by on the street.

I don't know if it was for psychological reasons, but he felt that these passers-by were completely different from the South Chinese people.

But no matter how you look at it, apart from differences in clothing, hairstyles, and accents, there shouldn't be any other differences between them.

"I wanted to ask a few days ago, where is that? Why are there so many European-style buildings?" Zhao Dabao drove onto a wide road.

This area is more prosperous than the previous area. From time to time, there are "elites" in suits and ties hurriedly passing by on the street. Four-wheeled carriages come and go. The street buildings are mainly European-style buildings. It seems that there are also some Coconut City (Badawi

Asia) taste.

"Report to the commander, this is the concession." The guard's voice was loud and he looked in the direction of the concession with an evil look.

"Concession?" Zhao Dabao frowned,

"I remember that we have taken over the security and management of the concession. Why are those Asans still there?" Zhao Dabao asked, pointing to a group of Asans.

Zhao Dabao knew about the existence of the concession, but after taking the fort, the Nanhua Army pushed forward all the way and did not care about the concession or not. As long as it was not the consulate, the rest would be taken over.

As for the foreigners' objections, he glanced at them on the staff document, but ignored them.

"Um... It seems that after the officials arrived, the concession managers from various countries went to protest..." The driver said in a low voice when he saw the guards looking at each other.

"Then why don't they protest to me directly? Those who bully the weak are afraid of the strong." Old God Zhao Dabao was sitting in the passenger seat, holding half a pancake in his hand.

"Let's go and take a look inside." Zhao Dabao took a bite of the pancake and said expressionlessly.

"Yes!" The driver turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed over.

Ah San, the gatekeeper, saw the car from a distance and saw the sun, moon and stars flag on it. He walked to the middle of the road with his head held high and raised his hand to signal Zhao Dabao to stop.

"Rush over, and then stop the car after the wheels rush over." Zhao Dabao originally wanted to stop the car and see what he said, but a few white men in tattered suits walked directly in without Ah San.

Even though he knew this was a "country within a country", Zhao Dabao still felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

This era is not an era where fellow countrymen stab each other in the back. At this time, the centripetal force of the Chinese is extremely strong, and most Chinese have a strong sense of national identity.

Even in a foreign land, I still have an unusual longing for the land of China, a longing for a strong motherland.

They were even more resentful about the bullying and humiliation suffered by the Qing Empire, especially the Nanyang Chinese and the Chinese in the United States.

Bang! The Warrior transport truck hit Ah San at a speed of nearly 40 kilometers per hour. Ah San flew several meters away and fell to the ground wailing.

squeak~~

The screech of brakes sounded, and the Warrior transport truck was parked half in the concession and half in the Chinese boundary.

Wow…

Ah San, the gatekeeper, raised his gun and pointed it at the car.

Click!

On a Warrior transport vehicle behind, a guard pulled the bolt of a 12.7mm machine gun, and a bullet as thick as a thumb was loaded into the chamber.

"Put down the gun! You idiots!" A white officer in a yellow military uniform with his hat on his head hurried over and shouted at Soldier Ah San.

"Your Excellency General!" the second lieutenant straightened his hat, gave a military salute to Zhao Dabao, looked at the golden star on Zhao Dabao's collar, and swallowed.

"Mr. Second Lieutenant, I don't blame them. My brakes are broken. Your soldiers are very brave. My driver didn't even move when he blew the horn." Zhao Dabao got out of the car with a serious face.

The guard wanted to come forward and act as an interpreter, but the British officer began to answer in Chinese.

"Your Majesty General, I'm very sorry for their rudeness. Is your car okay?" The British officer breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the brakes were broken.

As for Ah San who was knocked away? Who cares? Anyway, he doesn't care.

"Oh? It should be fine. I want to go in and have a look. Do I need to go through any procedures? A pass?" Zhao Dabao asked.

"Um... I need to call and ask. You know, I am just a gatekeeper and have no right to decide this matter, but I believe no one will refuse." The British second lieutenant looked behind him, his hand still on the machine gun.

The guard said hesitantly.

"Thank you." Zhao Dabao showed a smile, just a smile.

"Please wait a moment." The second lieutenant rushed to the phone booth, looking nervously at this side and saying something to the other side of the phone.

After a while, the second lieutenant ran out.

"Your Excellency General, Mr. Consul very much welcomes Your Excellency General. How about I be your guide?" the second lieutenant stood upright.

"Xiao Bo, you go to the back and find a car. Lieutenant, you take my car." Zhao Dabao nodded indifferently.

He just had a whim, and he didn't like the concession. He wanted to take a look at the defense situation of the concession. After all, this place would definitely not continue to exist in the future.

The car was turning this way and that, and Zhao Dabao felt more and more uncomfortable as he looked at it.

There are some foreigners here, and the Chinese are either engaged in low-level jobs such as digging out excrement, or they are wearing bungalows and are obviously dressed like thugs.

After strolling slowly for half an hour, the car drove to the French Concession. After some negotiation with the second lieutenant, the French let him go after a while.

"What are so many people doing around the church?" Zhao Dabao stared at a lively church.

"Oh, this is a missionary preaching, spreading the glory of God to the lost lambs..." The second lieutenant began to educate Zhao Dabao about the church.

Of course Zhao Dabao knew about Catholicism. There were many Dutch churches in Java, but he had no good impression of the church.

They are just a bunch of guys who don't understand kindness and gratitude.

Driving past the church, turning around and turning to the back of the church, the church bells rang.

A carriage was parked on the side of the road, and several priests grabbed a few children and stuffed them into the carriage.

The children were dressed in exquisite clothes, but their faces were numb. Only two of the girls were still struggling.

The missionary reached out to hit someone, but found an approaching convoy with heavily armed soldiers staring at them.

"What happened? Where are you taking them?" Zhao Dabao looked at the children.

These children, with yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair, are obviously not Europeans. Considering that they are in Tianjin Wei, they are definitely Chinese.

"Uh... General, we are the church, they are the orphans we have adopted, and we are preparing to send them to families willing to adopt them.

But as you can see, they are a little reluctant to leave here." A priest said calmly.

As he spoke, he used his body to block the two struggling girls. The priest who grabbed them covered their mouths and pinched their necks.

They rolled their eyes and couldn't make a sound. They could only struggle and dream of absorbing a breath of air.

No one noticed, the church door quietly closed...

Zhao Dabao walked up and pushed aside the priest who was blocking their view, while the children were kicking their legs.

"Be honest and put the man down!" A guard took out his pistol and loaded it.

The priest's eyes gleamed fiercely, but he remained unmoved.

boom!

Zhao Dabao drew his gun and shot, injuring the priest's shoulder. The pain made him subconsciously let go of his hand. The little girl lay on the ground, breathing greedily.

The other priests subconsciously raised their hands, as expected of being French.

Zhao Dabao walked over and helped the girl up.

"Little sister, does it hurt? Where is your home?" Zhao Dabao asked softly.
Chapter completed!