Hong Kong film: Drowned by the Chiang family? I launch a massive attack on Hung Hing.

Li Jun looked at Wang Jianjun and spoke.

"understand!"

Wang Jianjun immediately nodded in agreement.

"Jianguo, you will lead 1500 special forces soldiers to take over the South Nord family's headquarters, deal with the two hundred soldiers guarding the South Nord family's headquarters, and also handle the eight hundred soldiers in the military camp outside the headquarters."

Li Jun then looked at Wang Jianguo and spoke.

"Okay, Jun-ge."

Wang Jianguo immediately nodded in agreement.

"Finally, once we get to the island, I will summon all the soldiers I can. Li Wang, you are in charge of dealing with the Chinese on the island and keeping them calm and not afraid. Ash, you are in charge of dealing with the Malay monkeys on the island. Remember, I don't care what method you use, you must make these Malay monkeys behave themselves."

Li Jun looked at Feng Yuxiu and Li Wang again and slowly spoke.

"it is good!"

Li Wang and Feng Yuxiu responded in unison.

"While the operation is underway, I will have Ah Pao seal off the entire Mabast Island, so you should not have any reservations on the island. I only care about the result, not the process, understand?"

"understand!"

Wang Jianjun, Wang Jianguo, Li Wang, and Feng Yuxiu immediately stood up and shouted in unison.

"Get a good rest during the day. Tonight, I'm going to show those Malay monkeys on Marbacher Island that bullying Chinese people comes at a price!"

Li Jun smiled slightly and spoke slowly, word by word.

At this moment, the Malay monkeys on Marbacher Island, including Pix Nannold, the head of the Nannold family, could never have imagined that this would be their last peaceful day on Marbacher Island, and that everything that happened tonight would become a nightmare they would never forget for the rest of their lives...

[145] The cannon fire that night was the roar of the Chinese in Southeast Asia.

Late at night, Marbacher Island.

In the north, at the foot of a small hill that is 2 to 300 meters high, there is a small village.

The houses in this village are mostly made of wooden frames with palm leaves casually thrown on the wood as roofs, making them extremely rudimentary. Only a few houses have wooden frames and roofs, which make them look like houses at all.

Inside one of the wooden houses.

“Village chief, Pix Nannord’s men want Jinglai Village to send two more laborers to work at the mine. In the last six months, our village has sent 12 people, but only 3 have returned, and all of them are permanently disabled. If this continues, the strong laborers in our village will be drained by that bastard Nannord sooner or later.”

A middle-aged man spoke to a man with gray hair who appeared to be around 60 years old.

Both men, young and old, were very thin, the kind of thinness caused by malnutrition.

"Wang Lin, tell me, what should we do? The men from Nan Nord have guns, how can we fight back?"

The gray-haired man sighed softly.

"Ugh, Uncle Tai, damn it, we should have fought those guys from South Nord back then, then we wouldn't be living such a miserable life!"

The man named Wang Lin sighed deeply.

"Back then, we never knew that these Malay monkeys were completely untrustworthy. First, they tricked us into coming to the island to clear land. After we finished clearing the land, they demanded that we give up half of our land. After we gave up half of our land, they drove us to the mountains to the north."

“We finally managed to clear the land in the mountains, but those Malay monkeys are trying to take our land. We've been retreating step by step, and now we're at this point. What do you think we have left to fight them with?”

The man called Uncle Tai looked aggrieved and sighed deeply.

"If it weren't for Lin Honghui and his gang betraying us Chinese back then, we would have suffered such a terrible defeat. Those traitorous dogs even changed their surnames to Malay and betrayed their compatriots. Now, it's these bastards who are pushing us the hardest. I curse their ancestors!"

Upon hearing Uncle Tai's words, Wang Lin immediately flew into a rage and began to curse.

"Alright, there's no point in saying all this now. Let's think about how to get through this labor shortage."

Uncle Tai's face was also very ugly, but he knew that venting his emotions now would be useless.

"Could it be that Amei and the others are going to get involved again...?"

Wang Lin's face instantly turned extremely pale.

"This is also for the sake of the village."

Uncle Tai's voice also became extremely low...

"Grandpa, Uncle Wanglin, what are you talking about?"

At this moment, a little girl of seven or eight years old came out of her room, rubbed her eyes, looked at Uncle Tai and Wang Lin, and asked in very broken Chinese.

"It's nothing, Xiaoxiao, go to sleep."

Uncle Tai waved his hand, signaling his granddaughter Xiaoxiao to go back to her room to sleep.

After his granddaughter entered the room, Uncle Tai looked at Wang Lin and said in Mandarin, "Twenty years from now, when we, this generation, die and grow old, our descendants will forget their roots."

Just by hearing Uncle Tai's words, one can understand what kind of life the Chinese on Marbach Island have been living for the past ten years or so.

They don't even allow the transmission of their own ethnic language and culture; it's clear they want to exterminate these Chinese people.

"Uncle Tai, why don't we escape? Let's flee this island and return to our Chinese homeland."

Wang Lin suddenly looked up at Uncle Tai, his eyes shining brightly.

"Wanglin, think of your child. You can escape, but can he?"

Uncle Tai said slowly.

"Hey……"

Upon hearing Uncle Tai's words, Wang Lin let out a deep sigh.

Meanwhile, on the northern coast of Mabast Island, there is a small campsite.

"Pangpala, have you notified all 17 Chinese villages in this area?"

A young man with the appearance of a Malay monkey looked at a Chinese man standing not far from him and asked casually.

"Rest assured, Lord Nan Nord, everything has been done as you instructed, and all the notifications have been sent out. Two slots will be allocated to each village."

The man named Pang Para spoke with a smile.

"Yes, for villages that haven't sent anyone out by 8 a.m. tomorrow, make them send one more person, and then make them send one more person every hour thereafter."

The man who spoke was Zion Nannold, the youngest son of Pix Nannold, the current head of the Nannold family, and was deeply loved by Pix Nannold.

That is why he was put in charge of recruiting laborers in Chinese villages.

"Yes, Lord Nannold."

"Pangpara immediately said."

Then, this Pangpara approached Nannord's side, a knowing look on his face, and whispered with a smile, "Lord Nannord, there are a few Chinese villages that want to send one less laborer, just like before."

Upon hearing Pampara's words, Zion Nanold's expression changed slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Father gave a strict order for this mission: not a single person can be missing."

At this point, Zion Nannold chuckled, "But even if I fool those Chinese, what can they do to me?"

"Hehe, Lord Nannord is right, it's their good fortune to have you take a liking to them."

Pampala immediately offered a flattering compliment.

“Pampala, you speak even better than your father Compard. I love listening to you.”

Zion Nannold smiled and patted Padre on the shoulder.

"Lord Nannold, I was just expressing my true feelings."

Pampala immediately replied with a smile.

His father, Compard, also had a name, Lin Honghui. To show his sincerity in joining the South Nord community, he gave up his Chinese name and adopted the name Malay monkey.

"Come on, talk for another half hour and I'll listen."

Zion Nannold said to Pampa with a smile.

"Lord Nannold, this..."

Upon hearing Zion Nanold's request, Pompard's expression turned masculine.

"Ok?"

Zion Nanold's eyes flashed with a cold light as he looked at Pard.

“Mr. Nannold, you…”

Helpless, Pompard could only use all his skills to flatter Zion Nannold, like a dog trying to amuse its master, making Zion Nannold laugh heartily.

Neither Zion Nanold, nor Pompard, nor the other Malay monkey soldiers in the camp noticed that beneath the dark sea, thousands of 'special forces' were advancing towards Marbaster Island.

20 minute later.

"..."

Pampard racked his brains, but couldn't think of a single word.

"What? You're done talking? Only 20 minutes have passed."

Zion Nanold, who had been enjoying himself with his eyes closed, opened them, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and spoke calmly.

"Lord Nannold, I..."

'Boom~'