Fang Lang patted the monk's arm with satisfaction, and walked out of the secret room with him. The warriors restored the entrance to the secret room and pushed the bed back to its original position.
Then, everyone left the monk's room, leaving the other person alone in his room. After everyone left the room, the monk breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky for having saved his life.
What he didn't know was that at this moment, in various places in the temple outside his room, the guys who had just transported the treasure away did not leave immediately, but were placing barrels of gasoline in various places in the temple, waiting for further orders.
Fang Lang brought Qi Qingshan to the top of the temple, took out a flashlight and shone it at the confrontation scene outside the Travancore Royal Court three kilometers away.
After attracting the attention of some people at the confrontation site, he turned off the flashlight again. After a pause of about three seconds, he shone it again. After repeating this three times, a gunshot was heard from the confrontation site.
Then, among the two parties that were still maintaining a standoff, some people seemed to have suddenly received an order and threw the objects in their hands at the other party regardless of the consequences.
However, at this time, the confrontation scene had been going on for nearly four hours. Whether it was the MSL who came early to believe in YSL, or the local Hindus who were rushed here by the Travancore royal family, or the Travancore royal family, they were all exhausted.
Some of the elderly and weak have already sat on the ground, and some are even thinking about whether they should go home and rest.
But the war of words on the confrontation front has not ended, it's just that different people are continuing it.
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A few people in the crowd saw this situation and knew that if no further measures were taken, the people at the scene might disperse on their own.
Of course, there must be an order for the end of the party. If the MSLs do not leave, the Travancore royal family will certainly not dare to relax. And if the Travancore royal family does not give the order, the surrounding Hindu believers will certainly not be able to leave.
Among the MSL believers, several people had anxious looks in their eyes. They had not expected that this operation would take so long. It was almost dawn, and if they continued to confront each other in the form of verbal abuse, the team might be disbanded.
However, those who have not received the signal cannot make decisions on their own and take action in advance. After all, doing so may cause all their previous efforts to be wasted.
Just when several people were secretly worried, a bearded strong man dressed in MSL clothes who had been paying attention to the direction of the temple noticed that a light seemed to appear in the direction of the temple in the distance.
The focusing function of flashlights of this era was not very good, so when the light was shone in this direction, it was already scattered. If you didn't observe it carefully, you might not even notice this light spot.
When the bearded MSL man noticed the light, the anxious look on his face instantly faded away. He calmly walked past the two men and whispered something in the ear of a man who was arguing with the Hindus on the opposite side.
The man turned his gaze towards the temple and saw a tiny light flashing by. This made him look excited.
At the same time, more than thirty people in the two opposing teams began to look excited like the two men. Their tense bodies began to relax slightly, and they began to move their hands and feet unconsciously.
These people began to slowly withdraw from the front line of the confrontation, consciously or unconsciously, and squeezed to the edge of the crowd. About two minutes later, a gunshot suddenly came from the MSL crowd, and a gunman from the Travancore royal family's guard team fell down.
The already somewhat exhausted teams of both sides seemed to have their passion reignited in an instant. Everyone's expression froze and they all looked in the direction of the gunshot.
The soldiers of the Travancore Royal Guard, who were already on high alert, immediately raised their weapons, aimed at the MSL camp and pulled the trigger. As fierce gunfire rang out, people in the MSL crowd who were in confrontation began to fall down one after another.
How could an unarmed crowd have the ability to fight against the armed guards who were actually armed? However, the crowd hidden in the MSL did not disperse immediately. Instead, sporadic resistance began to appear, and gunshots were heard from the crowd from time to time.
These people's shooting skills were obviously very powerful. Almost every shot could take out a palace guard, forcing the palace guards to quickly find cover to hide.
The Hindus nearby were shocked when they first heard the gunshots. Before they could react to what was happening, the palace guards began shooting at the crowd opposite.
Seeing the other side's crowds falling down in large numbers, the enthusiasm of the Hindus was instantly ignited. Starting with the first person rushing towards the MSL believers without hesitation, more and more people took the initiative to attack the MSL believers.
The MSL believers, who were already at a numerical disadvantage, suddenly fell into chaos. Some tried to resist angrily, while others tried to escape in panic. For a while, the confrontation scene was like boiling water being thrown into a boiling oil pan. It exploded instantly and was ignited by flames.
Once the conflict between the two sides started, it was impossible to stop. After a while of chaos, the MSL, who were at the back of the crowd, saw that they were clearly at a disadvantage. More than a dozen strong men shouted something loudly and started running towards the temple.
The evacuation of these people caused the already disadvantaged MSL believers to lose their morale, and most of the people close to them began to evacuate with them as a reflex.
However, their evacuation direction was not the main road, but straight towards the Hindu temple three kilometers away. The people following behind did not react to these situations at first. When they followed the chaotic crowd into the temple, some people realized that the people in front were not preparing to escape, but to attack the Hindu temple.
This made the MSL believers, who were originally somewhat unwilling, instantly excited as if they were given an injection of chicken blood.
Especially when the crowd in front found gasoline barrels in the temple and started setting fires everywhere in an attempt to burn down the temple, the crowd became even more excited and joined in the sabotage action.
The monk who had been waiting in the room for an hour to pass was a little confused about what was happening when he heard the originally quiet temple suddenly become lively.
But he kept in mind the other party's request that he must stay in the room for a full hour before leaving. So, although he was flustered and nervous, he did not dare to open the door and leave without permission.
But it was precisely because of this that he missed the best time to escape. The MSLs, who had already been attacked by palace guards and Hindus outside the Travancore Palace, were now filled with violent emotions that wanted to destroy everything.
At this moment, rushing into the pagan temple, the MSLs will of course destroy it without hesitation. Some are using various tools to smash and destroy things, some are pushing down the statues, and some have discovered oil barrels in the temple.
Under the deliberate demonstration of someone with ulterior motives, people began to pour gasoline all over the temple and ignited it at will. The flames successfully released the demons in people's minds. As the first flame rose, people were instantly ignited by the enthusiasm to destroy paganism.
More people began to join the action of destroying the temple. As more and more people rushed into the temple and smashed everything, someone finally found the monk's room. When people discovered that there was actually a Hindu monk here.
The monk's fate was sealed, and the anger of the Muslims who had just been attacked by the palace guards and Hindus was instantly released. Before the monk could react to what was happening, he was dragged out of the room by a group of fanatical believers.
They beat him, and the monk held his head with his hands, shouting desperately:
"You don't keep your word...ah!"
But when he saw that the people attacking him were all dressed in MSL clothes, he felt a little uncertain again. However, the people attacking him did not listen to what he said at all, nor did they give him any chance to speak. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the fanatical crowd.
When the Hindus who followed the fleeing MSLs arrived at the temple, the entire temple had already turned into a sea of fire. Everyone could only watch the temple burn down in front of everyone.
The MSL who destroyed the temple had already chosen to flee to a farther place when the Hindus arrived.
Although some Hindus began to try every possible means to put out the fire, it was too late. The fire in the temple was not completely extinguished until noon the next day.
The conflict caused nearly a thousand casualties, and the conflict between the two local sects in Kochi reached an unprecedented level. Fighting between different sects could be seen everywhere on the streets.
Of course, this situation is not isolated to Kochi. The Indian authorities, who have just taken power, are also trying every means to suppress MSL forces.
Unprecedented fierce conflicts broke out in newly independent India, and organized sand painting even occurred in many places. A large number of Muslims had their property confiscated and were expelled from their homes. They were forced to migrate to Pakistan with their families.
But it is too difficult to travel from India to Pakistan. Not to mention that the MSLs have no property and food, how can they walk to another country? The hostile eyes everywhere in the country and the constant attacks along the way make it difficult for these MSLs to move forward.
Finally, very few Muslims were able to enter Pakistan from India, which was one of the reasons why the conflict between India and Pakistan could not be reconciled.
Although the conflict in Cochin was deliberately guided by the Special Tactics Research Group, it was more intense than the actual historical conflicts and caused more casualties.
But for the vulnerable MSL group, their actions in Kochi are far more harmful than the damage they have caused to local Hindu forces in history.
Not only did it cause a large number of casualties among Hindus, it also directly destroyed the Padmanabhaswamy Temple dedicated to the royal family of Travancore, completely destroying this Hindu temple built in the 16th century.
All the monks in charge of guarding the temple were killed, and what was even more puzzling to the Travancore royal family was that all the treasures that their family had kept in the temple disappeared.
Of course, they discovered that the treasure had disappeared several months after the temple was destroyed. Because the monk in charge of guarding the secret room had died, the royal family had no way of finding the location of the secret room until several months later when they were preparing to clean up the ruins of the temple.
The workers discovered the existence of the secret room, but the entire room was empty, as if the existence of the treasure was just a legend.
At this time, Fang Lang had already led his men back to Brazil. In this operation, except for two soldiers from the Navy Special Tactics Research Team who were responsible for the final step and suffered minor injuries, the entire team did not suffer any losses.
But the value of the treasure brought back to Brazil is immeasurable. After Fang Lang deposited all the property into the vault of the Brazilian Development Bank, he gave a reward of 20,000 US dollars to each soldier who participated in the operation. In Brazil today, 20,000 US dollars is enough to make these soldiers become Brazilian tycoons.
Natal Naval Base, Brazil, beach.
"Fang, I didn't expect you to have such a beautiful beach here. This is really great."
Audrey Hepburn, wearing a slightly conservative one-piece swimsuit, was lying on a beach chair with Fang Lang, looking at Fang Lang who was lying on the beach chair next to her with a comfortable look on her face.
Fang Lang, lying on the beach chair, looked at the smiling girl and asked with a smile:
"How do you like it?"
"Of course, the temperature here is so comfortable. Unlike Europe, there is no long winter. We no longer have to worry about getting cold in winter."
Upon hearing this, Fang Lang understood that the other party must have suffered a lot during World War II. You know, in the German-occupied areas of World War II, life was very difficult for ordinary people. People like Audrey and her daughter, who were suspected of being of Jewish descent by the Germans, had an even more difficult life.
As far as Fang Lang knew, Audrey Hepburn and her family couldn't even guarantee basic food, so life in winter was even more unimaginable.
Feeling somewhat distressed, he stood up and sat down next to Audrey Hepburn, took her hand and placed it in his own, and said gently:
"Don't worry! You won't have to suffer from the cold any more. Since you followed me to Brazil, just enjoy the sunshine here!"
"Yeah, yeah, but this kind of life is a bit boring now. I wonder if there is any suitable job for me nearby. I want to go out to work."
Audrey Hepburn felt Fang Lang's concern, and she very obediently reached out to hug Fang Lang's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Oh! I really don’t know if there is a suitable job for you, but since your hobby is ballet, I suggest you don’t give up.
If possible, I would like to set up a ballet training school for you in Natal, specializing in teaching people to learn ballet, and at the same time build a theater in my hometown of Sao Paulo, so that you can perform with your own students in the theater in the future. What do you think? "
Fang Lang certainly had plans for Audrey Hepburn's future. First of all, he would respect her choice. If she wanted to continue her ballet dream, he would of course fully support her.
But Brazil certainly does not have the same ballet atmosphere as Europe, which needs to be cultivated slowly. Therefore, Fang Lang plans to build a special ballet training school for her so that she can continue to engage in her favorite career. If he wants to continue performing, he can also build a ballet theater for him to realize his dream.
If she had other ideas, such as becoming an actress like in history, he could set up a film and television production company in Brazil and train her to become a world-class movie star like in later generations.
"Really? Can I become a ballet teacher? And lead my students to perform in our own theater? That would be great. I would love this job."
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