mtlumby2d Chapter 1266 Going to South Asia
Chapter 1266 Going to South Asia
Inca International Airport.
As the Chinese Air Force's special plane slowly landed, Chen Tong looked through the window at the land that would soon become his new battlefield. Less than a month ago, he had just returned triumphantly from the Fuso battlefield, and before he had time to spend time with his wife and children, he received this new mission.
"For the benefit of China," he whispered to himself, thinking of his wife's worried but strong eyes before he left, "This is my responsibility."
The door of the special plane opened, and the tropical sun instantly poured in. Chen Tong was wearing a neat Chinese military uniform, and the medal on his chest sparkled in the sun, showing the young general's great military exploits on the battlefield of Fuso.
At the airport, a guard of honor lined up neatly. Sukarno and several people in national costumes had been waiting for a long time.
"General Chen!" Sukarno stepped forward quickly, opened his arms enthusiastically, "Welcome to Inca! Welcome to the big family of the Asian Union!"
Chen Tong smiled and shook hands with him: "Chairman Sukarno, I have long heard of your name."
"Come, let me introduce you to some core members of the Asian Union," Sukarno turned and pointed to the people around him, "This is General Alim from Pakistan, he is responsible for the military coordination of the Asian Union."
A burly general with a thick beard stepped forward to shake his hand: "General Chen, we have all heard about your heroic deeds on the battlefield of Fuso."
"This is Minister Rahman of Bangladesh," Sukarno continued, introducing a tall, thin man in traditional clothes, "who is in charge of the economic affairs of the Asian Union."
"General Chen," Rahman said with a smile, "I look forward to working with you."
"There is also Prince Prasong of Siam," a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament nodded slightly, "He is the diplomatic coordinator of the Asian Union."
Chen Tong shook hands and exchanged greetings with everyone, but his military instincts told him that there were complex lights in the eyes of these people. They were looking forward to China's support, but they were also wary of this powerful army that was about to arrive.
"Everyone," Chen Tong said solemnly, "China is sending troops to support the Asian Union's cause of unification. We will fight side by side with you to jointly maintain peace and stability in South Asia."
"Well said!" Sukarno praised loudly, but Chen Tong noticed that the expressions of several other leaders were slightly subtle.
Especially Prince Prasong, his wise eyes seemed to hide deeper thoughts. Chen Tong knew that Siam had always maintained a delicate balance between various forces.
"Please," Sukarno gestured to invite him, "I have prepared a welcoming banquet at the Presidential Palace. Let's talk while we eat."
As the convoy set off, Chen Tong's eyes swept around the airport. He knew that from this moment on, a more complicated contest would begin. This was not a direct confrontation on the battlefield of Fuso, but a big chess game that required wisdom and strategy.
And he will use these 45,000 elite Chinese soldiers as chess pieces to make a shocking move on this land.
On the way to the Presidential Palace, Chen Tong looked at the Inca street scene outside the window and had already begun to think about how to implement the three-layer intelligence network plan.
After all, this is the real battlefield.
Through the bulletproof car window, Chen Tong silently gazed at the streets of Inca.
The scars of war are still clearly visible. Many buildings on both sides of the street still have bullet holes, and some houses are even in ruins.
The scorched earth policy of the Japanese during their retreat left this once prosperous Pearl of the Orient scarred.
Street vendors set up simple stalls, selling fruits and vegetables and daily necessities. Their eyes were tired, but also had a glimmer of hope. Post-war supplies were still in short supply, and many women lined up in long queues just to buy some basic necessities.
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Chen Tong nodded. He had personally witnessed the brutality of the Fuso army on the Fuso battlefield, and now seeing the tragic situation of the Inca, he could better understand Sukarno's persistence in unifying South Asia.
A group of ragged children ran past the convoy, barefoot but smiling innocently. On the roadside ruins, an old man was working hard to clear the rubble, trying to rebuild his home.
"The industrial zone is in even worse shape," General Alim whispered. "When the Fuso retreated, they blew up all the factories and port facilities. Our economy has to start from scratch."
On the corner of the street, a bombed temple is being rebuilt. Monks in simple robes are repairing this spiritual home brick by brick. In the market next to it, vendors of various ethnic groups bargain in different languages, showing the unique multiculturalism of South Asia.
"But we will not be defeated," Sukarno said firmly, "As long as the Asian Union is united and with the support of China, we will be able to rebuild our homeland and build a strong South Asian alliance."
Chen Tong was lost in thought. On the streets, people in various ethnic costumes hurried by. Although Inca was devastated, there was hope for reconstruction everywhere. This city was like a stubborn warrior, even with wounds, it was still trying to stand up.
The convoy turned a corner and a huge war memorial came into view. There were many flowers in front of the memorial and many citizens stopped to pay their respects. It was to commemorate the countless people who died in the Fuso invasion war.
"This is why we fight," Prince Basong said softly, "so that such tragedies will never happen again."
Chen Tong withdrew his gaze, and had a deeper understanding in his heart. This was not just a military deployment, but also a road to the rebirth of a nation. And his mission was to ensure the strategic interests of China in the process of helping this rebirth.
The convoy continued to drive towards the Presidential Palace. The Inca street scene slowly passed by outside the window, telling the suffering and hope of this land.
The Presidential Palace banquet hall is magnificent, but you can still see bullet marks in the corners that have not been repaired yet. The long table is filled with specialties from various South Asian countries, and the aroma is overflowing.
"General Chen, please!" Sukarno made an inviting gesture enthusiastically, "This is a welcoming banquet I specially arranged, which combines the special dishes of various countries in the Asian Union."
After Chen Tong took his seat, he glanced across the dining table: Indonesian specialty rendang beef, Pakistani grilled lamb kebabs, Malaysian laksa, Siamese Tom Yum Goong soup...all kinds of delicacies competed with each other, showcasing the unique food culture of the archipelago.
"This beef rendang is a famous dish in Java," Sukarno personally prepared it for Chen Tong, "We use more than ten kinds of spices to slow-cook it, and every piece of meat is flavorful to the bone. This is one of the dishes we are most proud of in Indonesia."
General Alim also enthusiastically introduced: "General, you must try this charcoal grilled satay, served with our special peanut sauce, the taste is absolutely unforgettable."
"And this Nyonya blue flower," Minister Rahman added, "is a Nyonya dish unique to the Straits of Malacca, a fusion of the culinary essences of Malay and Chinese."
Prince Basong elegantly poured Chen Tong a cup of Indonesian special Java coffee: "This is the best coffee beans from Sumatra. I hope General Chen can taste the flavor."
Chen Tong tasted every dish with a smile. He knew that this meal was not only a way of entertaining guests, but also a way for the Asian Alliance to show its unity.