Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 543

  Chapter 543 Operation Begins

The fierce gunfire from the train station naturally attracted the attention of many people. Shahabad is not a big city, but as an important transportation hub, there are still some garrisons around, but the current garrisons are still under the control of the British. under control.

  From the first moment they heard the gunshots, the British chief of the local garrison understood what had happened, because Suleiman Brom had asked them for help a long time ago, but for the sake of a stable transition, their superiors chose to remain silent.

   Later, Suleiman Brom had no choice but to invite the Whip of God to **** the supplies. Although they don't know what's going on at the train station, the British will never be dispatched.

  Because, in the eyes of the British now, the peaceful transition and the completion of the handover of power are the most important thing. The struggle for power among other Indians, or conflicts between sects, are not considered by the British.

   Therefore, the local garrison did not take any action under the restraint of the British.

   This gave Suleiman Brom sufficient time to evacuate. After the Whip of God team escorted the train to leave Shahabad, the terrified Indian civilians hurriedly fled, and at the same time spread everything that happened here.

The high-ranking Indians who received the news were also taken aback by Suleiman Brom's determination. In fact, in this special period, both Indians and British people understand that stability is the most important thing at this time. Suitable for large-scale conflicts.

  Since Suleiman Brom has shown such a tough attitude, it seems that continuing to persecute the other party may lead to unpredictable and serious consequences. In the end, the Indian high-level had to choose to squeeze their noses and swallow this bitter fruit. If you want to retaliate, you have to wait until the smooth handover of India's regime.

Because of this, Dalhousie, who thought that the next journey would not be peaceful, unexpectedly found that the development direction of the matter seemed to be completely different from what he thought. Not only did they not encounter another attack, even the train's way forward No obstacles were encountered.

   This made him feel very unreal for a while.

  At the same time, Fang Lang, who was far away in Cochin, was watching the crowds gathering outside the Travancore Palace with a telescope.

   "Where did you find these people?"

   Fang Lang casually asked Zhuang Xintian beside him while observing the situation outside the palace.

   Regarding the question from his boss, Zhuang Xintian smiled and said indifferently:

"These Indian MSLs are the biggest achievement of our work during this period. They are all MSL believers from around Cochin. Our people disguised themselves as MSL and Hindus, deliberately creating conflicts between the two parties, and turning the already tense relationship between the two sides into a mess. It must be a bit incompatible.

  But compared to the huge group of Hindus, the proportion of MSL in Cochin is too small, and their life in Cochin is limited everywhere.

  As the highest-ranking nobleman among Cochin Hindus, the Travancore royal family has a very huge influence locally.

  We just led these MSL believers to believe that everything they are facing today is driven by the Travancore royal family behind the scenes,

  Combined with the help of our people, this large number of MSL opposition began to automatically gather at the location of the Travancore Palace.

   Now it only needs to add another fire, and this demonstration can turn into a fierce armed conflict. "

  Looking at Zhuang Xintian with a sinister smile on his face, Fang Lang couldn't help showing a smile. This is the correct usage of special forces! The old beauty of the later generations has mastered this kind of routine, and the people under her are now just pushing the boat along with the flow.

  The people who really caused religious conflicts were not them, but the British government. They just used the policies of the British government to serve themselves.

  With the British shit-stirring character, they agreed to India's independence, and of course it will not make things smooth for them. After all, India has a huge territory and a huge population base. Once it develops, it may become a major country that affects the situation in Asia.

  This is a phenomenon that the British absolutely don't want to see, so the British took advantage of India's complex caste system and contradictory religious conflicts to divide India into two countries, India and Pakistan.

  Among them most people in India are Hindu, while Pakistan is mostly MSL. But these people who believe in the two sects do not naturally live in two different regions. On the contrary, the two sides are very closely integrated, which is a state of you in me and me in you.

This led to the serious religious conflicts in India at the beginning of India's independence. The Hinduism, which holds the rights in India, wanted to clear all the MSLs in the territory, but these MSLs lived in India since childhood, and everything owned by land, property, and family In India, where is it so easy to be directly one-size-fits-all.

  In the end, it directly evolved into a fierce religious conflict. Most of the MSLs were directly driven out of their homes and became destitute. They had to cross the vast Indian subcontinent and go to Pakistan in the northwest or southeast.

Yes, you read that right. Pakistan, which had just become independent, was divided into two by India. The one in the northwest was the later Pakistan, and the one in the southeast was the later Bangladesh. At this time, Bangladesh still belonged to Pakistan. province of Bangladesh.

   This has added great difficulty to Pakistan's national governance. After all, its own land is not directly connected, but separated by another country, and the two places cannot even have direct traffic.

   This is also one of the important reasons for Bangladesh's independence from Pakistan. Of course, the Indian government's help in this is also indispensable.

  Of course, this is a later story. Now Pakistan is divided into two lands: Pakistan in the northwest and Bengal in the northeast. It is very difficult for Hindus living in these two lands to enter India controlled by Hinduism.

   It is naturally difficult for MSL in India to enter Pakistan, which is controlled by the Communist Party.

These believers have to abandon everything in their hometown and live in another completely unfamiliar area with nothing. This is unacceptable to everyone, so naturally many MSL choose to stick to their own. Land, property and homes.

Hindus naturally do not want pagans to exist on their own territory, which has led to fierce religious conflicts in India, and now Zhuang Xintian is taking advantage of this to gather all the MSL near Cochin together. It is a very powerful force with tens of thousands of people.

  The royal family of Travancore, which was besieged by these MSLs, was naturally very nervous at the moment. Naturally, relying on their own palace guard of more than 300 people could not compete with the tens of thousands of MSL people.

The royal family of Travancore immediately applied for support from the nearby garrison. Unfortunately, a regiment stationed near the palace would not obey the royal family at all. The British officer who led the team directly stated that it was time for the transfer of power. During the important period, the army should not be mobilized.

   It is recommended that the royal family resolve the dilemma it is facing through negotiations. The king of the Travancore royal family was so angry that he broke several exquisite porcelains in the palace.

   In the end, the royal family had no choice but to call the Hindus in the territory to fight against these MSLs under the advice of their subordinates.

This is obviously a bad game. There are already many conflicts between Hinduism and MSL. At this time, the two sides have a big show in the royal palace of Travancore. If you think about it, you can guess what will happen. .

  But at this moment, the royal family of Travancore can't care so much anymore. They only think about one problem now, and that is to keep these MSLs as far away from their palace as possible. As for being driven away, or direct humanitarian destruction after the conflict, they don't care at all.

  So, this proposal was directly approved by the royal family, and then the Hindus near Cochin also began to slowly gather around the royal family of Travancore.

  Fang Lang and others, who have been paying attention to the development of the situation, watched all this silently.

As the sky gradually darkened, dense torches began to light up on the ground outside the royal palace of Travancore, and the crowd was clearly divided into two parts. Although the two sides had not yet started to have physical conflicts, the verbal abuse had already begun. It's slowly escalating.

   "Boss, the residents near the temple have all come here, we can act at any time."

   Zhuang Xintian came to Fang Lang and lowered his voice.

   Fang Lang, who was watching the lively scene in the distance, heard the words, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, put down the telescope in his hand and said:

   "The monks in the temple didn't leave, did they?"

   "No, boss, don't worry, the temple has been under our surveillance. Without our permission, those who can't leave will never be able to leave the temple."

  Zhuang Xintian assured Fang Lang confidently.

  Fang Lang smiled when he heard the words, and glanced at the crowd not far away who were facing each other under the torch.

   "Let our people control the rhythm, and these people must not be allowed to leave tonight. If necessary, add a fire inside to make them mess up."

   "Got it! Boss!"

  Zhuang Xintian looked up at the confronting crowd in the distance, and smiled confidently. Turn around and follow Fang Lang, walking towards the temple.

   When Fang Lang and his party arrived at the temple, it was already dark, and two slightly old trucks were parked at the entrance of the temple. This was the means of transportation they arranged to transfer gold.

   When Fang Lang and the others were about to enter the temple, two figures walked out of the darkness and stood in front of Fang Lang and saluted:

   "Boss, the temple is under our control, and the operation can start at any time."

   Fang Lang glanced at the temple in the dark, nodded, looked towards the sea and said:

   "Has the corresponding ship arrived?"

   "Yes, boss, the traffic boat is on standby fifty meters away in the sea. It will dock directly when it is notified."

  Qi Qingshan stepped forward and answered Fang Lang's question in a low voice.

   "Then let us see how many good things are hidden in the temples of the Indians."

Fang Lang smiled slightly, and walked towards the temple with great strides. The people did not encounter any obstacles along the way, as if no one existed in the temple, but Fang Lang knew that his own men were everywhere in the temple at this moment Guard in the shadows to prevent outsiders from intruding into the temple.

  Fang Lang has visited this temple several times, and he is very familiar with the situation inside, as if he had returned to his own home, he walked directly into the room of some wine and meat monk.

  At this moment, in the wine and meat monk's room, the drinking monk was tied to a stool, with a rag in his mouth, and it was unknown if it was someone's sock.

Hindu monks do not force shaving. This monk has long hair, wrapped in a turban, revealing a few strands of slightly gray hair, with yellow and white stripes painted on his forehead. Fang Lang doesn't understand what it means .

  Several soldiers of the guard company were rummaging around in the monk's room, trying to find the entrance to the secret room, but looking at the current situation, the results of their search did not seem to be ideal.

   Fang Lang was not in a hurry about this at all. After looking around the room, he coughed lightly and said:

   "Everyone stop for a second! Let me chat with this master."

  The soldiers who were searching in the room stopped what they were doing when they heard this. Fang Lang stood opposite the monk with a smile on his face and said:

   "Master, now the temple has been controlled by my people, and my people are all within a two-kilometer radius, so I don't mind you calling for help.

  However, I am right in front of you, if you call for help, you may disturb me, and I will be very angry.

  If I get angry, I may have to do something irrational. I see that the teeth in your mouth seem to be very neat. I think you don't want them to leave you now, right? "

  Fang Lang's attitude was not vicious, and even a little pleasant, but the threatening meaning in the words could be heard by a fool. The monk who had already been highly frightened heard the words, made a whining sound, and began to shake his head desperately.

   Fang Lang laughed dumbfounded when he saw this, and looked at Zhuang Xintian on the side helplessly and said:

   "Pull his mouth out and let him talk! The Indian shakes his head, God only knows what he means."

  Zhuang Xintian heard the words and directly stepped forward and grabbed the rag from the opponent's mouth, and tore it off.

  The monk obviously understood Fang Lang's meaning. He didn't scream, but swallowed hard:

   "Sir, do you have any misunderstanding, we are a temple here, I don't know what you want to do here?"

   Fang Lang didn't expect this guy to be very calm at this time, and couldn't help but look at him differently.

   "You really don't know what we are here for? Then you should know what secrets are hidden in this room!"

  After listening to Fang Lang's words, the monk who was still calm at first shrank his eyes suddenly, his face changed drastically, but he quickly recovered his composure, and said with a blank expression:

   "Sir, our place is a temple, a place where we worship the gods. As for this room is just the residence of ordinary monks like us, there is no secret at all."

  Although the other party's expression recovered quickly, it did not escape Fang Lang's eyes. He understood that the other party was obviously preparing to die, and he was not going to take any coercive measures, but continued to smile and said:

   "Then let me remind you again, where did you get the gold you used to buy wine? You won't want to deny it!"

  The monk's face changed drastically again when he heard the words. He thought that these people were targeting his gangsters because he used gold to spend. After all, Fang Lang and the others are all dressed as local Indians now, which is really very confusing.

  (end of this chapter)

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