There were four British lieutenant colonels and Colonel Lango in the room, a total of five British soldiers.
Battalion Commander Zhao also brought four platoon leaders, making it a five-to-five ratio.
Lieutenant Colonel Wali's eyesight is good, but his neck is unaligned and painful, so he gets stuck.
But he could speak Chinese, and he spoke it very fluently, so he handled all the negotiations.
He first slammed the diagram on the table, then raised his hand, pointing to the red five-pointed star on Battalion Commander Zhao's hat, and said, "It's you, it's you! This five-pointed star is the evidence. This is the most rude provocation against our Royal Navy, a despicable and shameful act of retaliation. Your actions have violated the Special Provisional Convention. You are challenging us, you want to start a war..."
He approached step by step, his finger almost touching Battalion Commander Zhao's hat, while he spoke eloquently.
Of course, these mainland soldiers had been here for several months. Although they were cunning and ruthless in private, they were polite on the surface. They had never fought or even argued with the British soldiers, which made the British soldiers mistakenly believe that they could tolerate it.
But today, at this very moment, the empire's patience has suddenly broken!
With lightning speed, just as Lieutenant Colonel Wali's fingertips touched the red five-pointed star, Battalion Commander Zhao suddenly raised his hand, pinched the colonel's finger, and twisted it hard. Using the finger as the point of force, he twisted Lieutenant Colonel Wali around and shoved him hard, slamming him against the wall with a loud bang.
Lieutenant Colonel Wali twisted his cervical spine and was still wearing a dog collar when the loud crash made his neck hurt so much that tears streamed down his face.
Battalion Commander Zhao said in English, "Lieutenant Colonel Wali, let's talk this out. Please don't be impulsive. Please don't resort to violence!"
The four platoon leaders also said in unison in English, "Please don't act rashly, please don't take action."
But that doesn't make sense. Those British lieutenant colonels aren't blind; they saw it clearly. It was clearly Battalion Commander Zhao who was hitting people. Judging from the gurgling sound, Lieutenant Colonel Wali's already bad neck must have been injured even more. They're the ones who are making a fuss, like the thief is crying wolf and the guilty party is accusing the innocent first. They're shouting and yelling as if they're the ones who are the ones who are wronged.
Several British lieutenant colonels, of course, could not tolerate this. One of them stepped forward and pulled Battalion Commander Zhao, saying, "Please release Lieutenant Colonel Walley!"
But as soon as he reached out, a platoon leader grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back: "Please don't do it."
Another British lieutenant colonel pulled at the platoon leader: "Hey buddy, you're the one who started it."
But he was clearly trying to persuade someone, and then a platoon leader came and twisted his wrists, saying the same thing: "Please don't do this."
Lieutenant Colonel Wali had a sore neck and his injured arm was shoved against the wall. He yelled, "It hurts! It hurts so much!"
But Battalion Commander Zhao's voice was louder than his: "Please, don't do it!"
The group of British lieutenant colonels had seen it all; these mainland soldiers were simply thugs.
They said one thing and did another. Lieutenant Colonel Wali headbutted Battalion Commander Zhao, and several other lieutenant colonels did the same, some raising their fists and others kicking. The military negotiations instantly turned into a brawl.
But when it comes to fighting, don't be fooled by their plump appearances and the lean physiques of the mainland soldiers. They just can't win. A lieutenant colonel spotted a platoon leader in the eye and was about to smash him when the leader not only nimbly dodged with a twist of his neck but also launched a sneak attack, delivering several punches to the platoon leader's kidneys, making the lieutenant colonel wet himself on the spot.
Another officer managed to grab a platoon leader by the ear and was about to pull it when the platoon leader used the momentum to tilt his head and knee the lieutenant colonel in the stomach repeatedly, one blow after another, until the lieutenant colonel sat down on the ground with a thud.
Another lieutenant colonel, seeing that he couldn't win with fists and feet, was about to resort to weapons. Luckily, there was Colonel Rango's golf club in the office. He pulled one out and, taking advantage of Battalion Commander Zhao's lack of vigilance, swung it at his head.
But Battalion Commander Zhao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he dodged in a flash. Before the lieutenant colonel could stop, there was a loud crash, and Colonel Lango's eyes widened as the lieutenant colonel smashed the portrait of the Queen hanging on the wall.
Fighting is like this: if it's a back-and-forth exchange of punches and kicks, then it's a fair fight.
But if one side takes the weapon, can the other side not take it back?
Seeing that there were plenty of golf clubs, a group of lieutenant colonels each grabbed one. Not to be outdone, a platoon leader also grabbed a porcelain pen holder from the table and shouted, "Come on, who's afraid of who!"
That porcelain pen holder is an antique, and the golf clubs are also worth a fortune. Are these people going to use them to fight?
One of the lieutenant colonels even pulled out his gun and provocatively released the safety.
But the platoon leaders were not to be outdone. They drew their guns at the same time, each aiming at one of the group of British lieutenant colonels.
Lieutenant Colonel Wali finally managed to pick up the whistle from his neck and blew it loudly.
With the sound of a whistle, the guards who were standing in the corridor quickly assembled and rushed to the door with their guns drawn.
From fighting to war, this has escalated again; is war about to break out?
Battalion Commander Zhao spread his hands, revealing the gun at his waist, and picked up the whistle. He then looked at Colonel Lango and said in fluent English, "Colonel, we love peace and never initiate war, but we are not afraid of provocation, much less war."
Of course, everyone had an element of intent involved.
Colonel Lango had been waiting, waiting for Battalion Commander Zhao to bow his head and admit his mistake.
Colonel Lango believed that the mainland troops had provoked them first, and that the complex and dizzying terrorist attack last night, which was still causing conflict in various places, was the work of these mainland soldiers.
Let's fight, let's open fire today. Colonel Rango can also vent his anger.
But Battalion Commander Zhao strode over, slammed his hand on the table, then twisted it and banged on the paper: "KGB, since you don't recognize these letters, why don't you present it to your superiors and let them take a look?"
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