"According to informed sources, three days ago, a military helicopter flying from Mandalay to Yangon was attacked. Aboard it were important figures from the Myanmar military government. So far, the official has not responded to this news through any channel, but civilian analysts believe that the attack by the military aircraft is likely related to the fighting in Mandalay and northern Myanmar.
The military government's passive attitude towards internal conflicts has caused dissatisfaction among the majority of the people in the country. The leader of Myanmar's largest opposition party said that the general election should be restarted, calling for the separation of military and political power and an end to the current situation of military rule in the country as soon as possible..."
Bang--
A loud bang broke the suddenly cold air in the bedroom, and the tablet that was playing international news was smashed to the ground, and the shattered fragments flew everywhere.
The eldest son, who had always been arrogant and treacherous, flew into a rage, and the servants outside were so scared that they didn't even dare to come in to clean up.
"Brother Jie, is the important person mentioned in the news my dad?" Ba Chuang, who had been sitting obediently by the window learning to read, raised his head. The little boy didn't know how to hide his emotions, and his eyes as black as lacquer looked at the boss who lived and ate with him.
Wu Jie's chest heaved violently, and a fierce look spread across his still young face. He endured the dull pain in his chest and tried to comfort his frightened brother.
"Don't listen to their nonsense. Uncle Long just had something urgent to do. He will be back in a few days. These foreign media know nothing and can only spread rumors and stir up trouble, hoping to create chaos in the world.
What insider? I think he's a mole. Damn it, don't let me know who he is, or I'll kill him."
After Wu Jie finished speaking, he turned around and called to the servants, "Clean up this place and keep an eye on Master A Chuang. Bring his milk over later."
"Brother Jie, where are you going?" Ba Chuang wanted to ask something, put down the pencil in his hand and was about to jump off the chair to catch up.
"I'm going to call my dad. Finish writing that page, then write a line each in Chinese and English. When you're done, come down. I'll take you to the shooting range today to watch you shoot a gun."
Wu Jie finished speaking and rubbed Ba Chuang's head. "Don't worry, Ba Chuang, you are my brother. I will protect you. Even if Uncle Long is not here, I will not let you suffer any loss."
Ba Chuang nodded seriously, "I know, Brother Jie, I'll write it now, and then I'll go shooting with you after I'm done."
It was not until the bedroom door was closed that Wu Jie trotted to the roof of the main building, his own "secret base", and sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
He had known about the attack on Uncle Long's plane a long time ago, but his father and his people had been looking for him for the past two days. He also comforted himself that no news was good news. However, this matter was suddenly reported by the international media. Once it was confirmed that Uncle Long was killed, there would be a big chaos in Myanmar. Even if Uncle Songchai and Uncle Zhan held the military power and his father did not completely hand over the power, without Uncle Long, the local armed forces and the Wu family's political enemies would collude and send his father to the island for imprisonment for more than ten years, just like they did to his grandfather.
Uncle Long was with Xixi, who was pregnant with her younger sister. The thought that they might have met with an accident made the young boy feel heartbroken. This was the second time he had experienced the excruciating pain of a loved one being killed, and the second time he hated himself for not growing up quickly. So many years had passed, and he still had no ability to change the status quo at this time, and could only watch his loved ones suffer.
Bang, bang, bang...
The young man slammed his iron fist into the ground, showing no sign of his usual fearless bully demeanor, and burst into tears.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy gradually calmed down. He wiped his tears with his hand, took out his cell phone, and made a call.
"Young Master." That person was the most respected think tank leader around my grandfather. Before my grandfather passed away, he personally entrusted himself to him.
"Grandpa Pingla, have you heard about the news that General Baru's special plane was killed?"
The people on the other side seemed very busy, and there were the sounds of cattle and sheep around. After a few seconds, it became quiet and the sound was warm.
"I'm in the countryside, young master. Since I retired, I rarely ask about military affairs."
Wu Jie's voice was choked with sobs. "Grandpa Pingla, if General Baru is really killed, what should we do? Will a full-scale civil war break out in Myanmar?"
"My dear, although there are always such remarks both domestically and internationally, and there are indeed many European and American politicians who want to ignite a full-scale civil war in Myanmar, we cannot let these negative remarks affect our faith. Your grandfather, your father, General Baru, and thousands of passionate Burmese men and women have all fought with all their might to protect this land.
When General Baru was your age, I met him once. He also asked me, "Will there be a future for Burma? Is there any point in continuing this war?"
But he didn't listen to my answer. He just smiled at me and said, "Who cares? Let's fight first and win one battle at a time. One day, we will reach the capital of Yangon."
He did it, and he is the well-deserved God of War of Myanmar. My dear son, such a man will be blessed by the Mother River, and all the gods in the Irrawaddy River Basin will bless him.
What you need to do now is grow up well, work hard to learn skills, and let them know that the Wu family has always been there, generation after generation. Your grandfather represents the past, your father and General Baru represent the present, and you represent the future. As long as the future is strong and unyielding, no one will dare to truly criticize us."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Jie sat on the ground, staring blankly at the thick calluses on his hands. For the first time, he began to doubt himself.
He suddenly realized that faced with this sudden change, he could do nothing but hesitate and bewilderment. Even if he understood what Grandpa La said, understanding did not mean he knew what to do. Just like now, he still didn't know what to do after he walked out of this door.
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