Chapter 890 On the Function of Street Lights (Second update, please subscribe)
The sound of gunfire and artillery echoed over the city.
The so-called government troops and rebels are fighting fiercely in the city. The streets are full of corpses, both military and civilian. The city was littered with burned buildings.
This once bustling city is now enveloped in an atmosphere of solemnity and chaos. Regardless of the so-called reactionaries or the government troops, they are all fighting here now.
Their flags dance wildly in the wind. The flags that were once raised high have fallen from the flagpoles and are being trampled by people. This seems to announce the arrival of a new ruling order. .
The government forces without a backbone could only struggle to deal with this sudden rebellion. Above their heads were the invaders' bombers, and in front of them were well-trained rebels.
In such an attack, they retreated step by step, their figures rushing through the chaotic streets, carrying the frustration and helplessness of defeat. Every corner of the city was filled with the smoke of battle and the smell of blood, and the fear and panic of the residents filled the air.
In this chaotic situation, the Soviet Embassy in the center of the city became an island-like existence. Hundreds of officers and soldiers were guarding the outside of the embassy. There were even two vehicles behind the anti-collision cement pier. The T34 tank, with its black muzzle, pointed directly at the street.
Outside the embassy, security was tight, but inside the embassy, it was a mess. The embassy staff are destroying various materials and documents nervously and orderly. Anxiety was written on their faces.
“Hurry up, all the information must be destroyed, and it must not fall into the hands of the enemy!”
Their shouts seemed a little nervous. There was no way. If these materials were exposed, the reputation of the Soviet Union would be completely destroyed, and many things that had not been confirmed until now would be ironclad.
“Burn, burn them all!”
Ambassador Smirnov listened anxiously to the sound of artillery outside. The explosions were getting closer and closer, which meant that the rebels were approaching. embassy.
"Don't leave even a piece of paper behind!"
Major Mikhail shouted loudly.
"These, these, and these, burn them all..."
As the head of Soviet intelligence in Siam, the major knew very well that the value of this intelligence was enough to cause an earthquake in the diplomatic community. Therefore, it must be burned.
“They should not dare to enter the embassy!”
Although Ambassador Smirnov felt a little lucky from time to time, he did not dare to bet. After all, someone did break into the embassy many years ago. Entered the Soviet embassy and found a lot of secret information.
The embassy staff and intelligence personnel would all look at the fire anxiously. Their duty is to protect the country's secrets from being leaked. At this moment, they were sitting around piles of information, using flames to devour the papers that might reveal secrets.
Piles of flames were jumping in the backyard of the embassy, and in the front yard of the embassy, embassy security personnel armed with new assault rifles were always alert to the surrounding movements, for fear that someone would break in and discover their secrets.
In this moment of tension and crisis, a group of people came outside the Soviet Embassy - they were all senior Siamese officials, and they came to seek asylum. However, they were blocked outside the iron gate.
An official shouted in fluent Russian.
“I am the Minister of Internal Affairs, and I want to see Ambassador Smirnov!”
Soon, Ambassador Smirnov rushed to the iron gate and saw those officials who were like lost dogs. We, they were friends once, but what about now?
"Ambassador, I have always been your friend, please take us with you, I have three children!"
The Minister of Interior looked at the ambassador and shouted loudly.
"Ambassador, we are all old friends..."
For a time, there was a shout in front of the iron gate. Facing the friends who came to seek help, Smirno The ambassador husband seemed very helpless.
“Friends, everything happened so suddenly. We had no preparation at all. We had neither planes nor ships. Now we don’t know what to do!”
Ambassador Smirnov was telling the truth. All this happened so suddenly that they themselves had no preparation.
If possible, he would like to provide them with planes to take them out of the country. Only by bringing these people out will it be possible to use them as tools to play an appropriate role at the appropriate time in the future.
But now he doesn't have the ability to take them out at all - Soviet planes can't fly here at all. Even if we fly here from the north, we still need to face a problem - the no-fly zone in Nanyang. In short, under this situation, it is almost impossible to withdraw from here.
“Damn it, what should we do? You asked us to kill those guys in the first place,”
the Minister of the Interior yelled angrily.
“The reactionary army will definitely kill me if they occupy Bangkok!”
But what can he get in exchange for his roar?
At most, it is just sympathy. In fact... there is not even sympathy. At this time, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves.
However, as an old friend caring for an old friend, Ambassador Smirnov reminded them that they could try it at the port. After all, there were still merchant ships from the Soviet Union and Eastern European countries stranded in the port. They could take them with them first. Take the family to hide on those boats, if they still have a chance to escape.
Everything happened so suddenly that even the Nanyang agents lurking here didn't realize that the change would be so fast.
"It was too fast. After Lin Dajie's troops launched an uprising, the Democratic Party was unable to organize effective resistance. In just one day, the uprising troops basically controlled most of Bangkok."< br>
On a small boat in the Chao Phraya River, looking at the smoke columns rising over the city, Huo Xianshu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and had a slight smile in his eyes.
"A defeat is like a mountain and we are falling! Today, I finally know what a defeat is like a mountain and we are falling."
"Isn't it just that a defeat is like a mountain and we are falling,"
Kang Zhenshi took a sip of tea and said.
“This operation went so smoothly thanks to the Air Force’s targeted elimination. If it weren’t for Panonrong’s sudden death, they would have continued to resist. Now they are leaderless, and that’s why they are in chaos.”< br>
“So, to capture the thief, capture the king first.”
Looking at Kang Zhenshi, Huo Xianshu said.
“Boss, what will happen to those people after Lin Dajie and others take control of the city?”
Although he did not name those people, how could Kang Zhenshi not know who Huo Xianshu was referring to, namely those former government officials.
“There is too much blood on their hands, no one will let them go!”
While they were talking, the defeated soldiers in Bangkok fled in all directions, and on the streets There was an air of panic and confusion. Those former high-ranking government officials who had enjoyed various privileges also lost their way in the chaos. After failing to seek refuge in the Soviet Embassy, they tried to escape from this place that was about to become a hell, but their attempts to escape seemed so weak.
Unfortunately, some high-ranking officials who had no time to escape were arrested by the rebels. They were dragged to the streets by the rebels. Those once glorious faces were now full of fear and despair. The rebels pushed them mercilessly to the streets.
Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out in the streets. The arrested former high-ranking government officials were executed in full view, their blood staining the streets.
Then these corpses were tied up with ropes by angry people and hung from street lamps. Such corpses seemed to remind everyone that now is the time for revenge.
Although the gunfire in the city is continuous, revenge is also taking place everywhere. Those who were prominent for a while did not expect that retribution would come so quickly. Facing the angry soldiers and civilians, All they could do was plead hard, but all they got in return were bullets or wooden sticks.
To warn the world, some people hang these corpses on street lamps. Scenes like this can be seen everywhere on the streets of Bangkok, and have even become a beautiful sight in this chaotic city.
Flowing flags were picked off from various places and thrown to the ground. In many places, old flags were hoisted.
Soon, the gunfire in the city stopped.
And this also marks the end of the "Siam Crisis", and the crisis has come to an end. No one knows what countries around the world have learned during this crisis, but every country has its own gains.
Although there will still be guerrilla resistance in Siam in the following time, the guerrillas who have lost the assistance of major powers are destined to fail.
(End of this chapter)