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10-07-2017, 12:40 AM
Dein 1586 | Northeastern Hôinôm
The career of Bûi Thành Quyên had certainly turned on the downside in recent years. Quyên, who joined the Royal Armed Forces as many in his family did before him, had achieved the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel at age 31. Four years later, he was appointed governor of Trông Nam, a small but rich province in western Hôinôm - the youngest governor ever in the modern history of the country. His prominence and influenced kept growing in the government and the armed forces, even having an important role in several diplomatic missions, although it was rumoured in some circles in Hôi Luỳên that this was likely associated to bedroom skills rather than political ones. His name was said to be considered a likely candidate for the Ministry of Defense and even higher positions. He was finally promoted to the rank of general in 1576, but his influence declined after the death of Queen Xuân, a year later. After a short-lived experience as ambassador in Kortoa, he was called back to Hôinôm, where he was in charge of the administrative offices of the Armed Forces.
After the demise of Governor Luông Quang Cào, a close political ally of Prime Minister Bûi Quang An, Bûi Thành Quyên was sent as military governor of the northeastern provinces, a rural and poor region mostly inhabited by the Bahmer ethnic group. It could be described, in Quyên's own words, as "a nauseating hinterland between the often flooded villages and the jungle". As insurgency increased in the area and with the radicalization of politics in Hôi Luỳên, Quyên felt that these unfriendly lands were likely to open a new path for his life, for good or for bad, soon.
Bûi Thành Quyên's car stopped nearby one village along the road which led to the central region. There were military trucks and machinary around. The houses were barely buildings, rather huts and shacks in most cases. The remaining inhabitants were being put in military trucks, in order to be transfered to another location.
"Don't be afraid", a soldier shouted. "You could return in a month, once the area is peaceful enough again. You will be provided anything you need". Not all the villagers were entirely convinced.
Some minutes later, a soldier approached Quŷen. "General, the prisoners are ready", the soldier said. Quyên nodded.
They entered into a dirty wooden house. They were three young men, chained on their knees. The older one was likely still in his early 20s, while the youngest one was only a teenager.
"These one was arrested along a group of suspects identified as the criminals who attacked a military convoy two weeks ago", an officer said, while pointing out at one of the suspects. "The other ones were caught, in the villages and nearby places, with illegal propaganda including emblem of the terror forces".
"I see", Bûi Thành Quyên replied, apparently bored. "You look almost like children", he added with an almost paternalist tone. "Do you think this is a game? No, it's not a game, and you are wasting our time. Supporting the terrorist forces are a very serious crime".
One of the prisoners kept staring at Quyên, with a rather passive and inexpressive face. "Probably, he doesn't speak our language, sir", one soldier told Quyên. "At least he hasn't said a word since he was arrested, I was told".
Quŷen suddenly kicked the prisoner with his boot. "Weren't you taught manners, idiot?", he said. "Let's do this as quickly as possible, we have many things to do. The young boy was left weeping, with his jaw bleeding.
Then, one of the soldiers put his gun on the forehead of another of the prisoners. "How did the attackers avoided the checkpoints, where were they hidding? Answer and you may be lucky", Quyên said. But the prisoners only repeated a few words, maybe just gibberish, in Bhmer language. The noise of a gunshot followed, and the lifeless body covered soon the floor with blood.
"This is your last chance", Quyên said, visibly upset, "this time I assure you that every member of your family will follow the same path of you and you stupid friend if you don't cooperate".
"O-kay", one of the prisioners said, crying. "We did nothing wrong, we were not involved in violent acts. Please, don't kill our families".
"He has declared that they only met seven militants from this and other nearby villages", one soldier explained Quyên a few minutes later. "He assured that they just served as messengers, providing food and shelter, and the remaining weaponry is on the forest, in a small cave about 800 metres from the village. He claims the are no remaining militants in the area...Those seven ones were those we arrested and killed this morning, if he is telling the truth".
"Alright", Quyên replied. "Let's be careful. If you are lying and you are trying to set us a trap, none of your men and families will survive".
Bûi Thành Quyên was smoking a cigarette, back nearby the main road.
"It seems the suspect was telling the truth", an officer told Quyên. "He showed us that cave...rather an underground cache. We found some rifles, Tieguonese grenades, old machine guns like those used by the guerrilla in Singan, documents with the Front's emblem, a notebook, and some maps. There is no sign that nobody was there for a while".
"Alright", Quyên said. "Send urgently those documents to Yên Nông, maybe we will find something useful".
"What should we do with the two remaining prisoners, sir?", the officer replied.
"Kill those rats", Quyên said. "There is no use to waste more paperwork with another military court. That would be ridiculous, a waste of time. Leave their bodies inside some house and burn down the village as planned".
"Yes sir", the officer replied.
"I have to return to Môi Tâm now", Quyên added. "This could be a good place for that military camp and checkpoint actually. Start the work tomorrow if possible. I hope it will be ready when I return in three weeks".
The career of Bûi Thành Quyên had certainly turned on the downside in recent years. Quyên, who joined the Royal Armed Forces as many in his family did before him, had achieved the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel at age 31. Four years later, he was appointed governor of Trông Nam, a small but rich province in western Hôinôm - the youngest governor ever in the modern history of the country. His prominence and influenced kept growing in the government and the armed forces, even having an important role in several diplomatic missions, although it was rumoured in some circles in Hôi Luỳên that this was likely associated to bedroom skills rather than political ones. His name was said to be considered a likely candidate for the Ministry of Defense and even higher positions. He was finally promoted to the rank of general in 1576, but his influence declined after the death of Queen Xuân, a year later. After a short-lived experience as ambassador in Kortoa, he was called back to Hôinôm, where he was in charge of the administrative offices of the Armed Forces.
After the demise of Governor Luông Quang Cào, a close political ally of Prime Minister Bûi Quang An, Bûi Thành Quyên was sent as military governor of the northeastern provinces, a rural and poor region mostly inhabited by the Bahmer ethnic group. It could be described, in Quyên's own words, as "a nauseating hinterland between the often flooded villages and the jungle". As insurgency increased in the area and with the radicalization of politics in Hôi Luỳên, Quyên felt that these unfriendly lands were likely to open a new path for his life, for good or for bad, soon.
Bûi Thành Quyên's car stopped nearby one village along the road which led to the central region. There were military trucks and machinary around. The houses were barely buildings, rather huts and shacks in most cases. The remaining inhabitants were being put in military trucks, in order to be transfered to another location.
"Don't be afraid", a soldier shouted. "You could return in a month, once the area is peaceful enough again. You will be provided anything you need". Not all the villagers were entirely convinced.
Some minutes later, a soldier approached Quŷen. "General, the prisoners are ready", the soldier said. Quyên nodded.
They entered into a dirty wooden house. They were three young men, chained on their knees. The older one was likely still in his early 20s, while the youngest one was only a teenager.
"These one was arrested along a group of suspects identified as the criminals who attacked a military convoy two weeks ago", an officer said, while pointing out at one of the suspects. "The other ones were caught, in the villages and nearby places, with illegal propaganda including emblem of the terror forces".
"I see", Bûi Thành Quyên replied, apparently bored. "You look almost like children", he added with an almost paternalist tone. "Do you think this is a game? No, it's not a game, and you are wasting our time. Supporting the terrorist forces are a very serious crime".
One of the prisoners kept staring at Quyên, with a rather passive and inexpressive face. "Probably, he doesn't speak our language, sir", one soldier told Quyên. "At least he hasn't said a word since he was arrested, I was told".
Quŷen suddenly kicked the prisoner with his boot. "Weren't you taught manners, idiot?", he said. "Let's do this as quickly as possible, we have many things to do. The young boy was left weeping, with his jaw bleeding.
Then, one of the soldiers put his gun on the forehead of another of the prisoners. "How did the attackers avoided the checkpoints, where were they hidding? Answer and you may be lucky", Quyên said. But the prisoners only repeated a few words, maybe just gibberish, in Bhmer language. The noise of a gunshot followed, and the lifeless body covered soon the floor with blood.
"This is your last chance", Quyên said, visibly upset, "this time I assure you that every member of your family will follow the same path of you and you stupid friend if you don't cooperate".
"O-kay", one of the prisioners said, crying. "We did nothing wrong, we were not involved in violent acts. Please, don't kill our families".
"He has declared that they only met seven militants from this and other nearby villages", one soldier explained Quyên a few minutes later. "He assured that they just served as messengers, providing food and shelter, and the remaining weaponry is on the forest, in a small cave about 800 metres from the village. He claims the are no remaining militants in the area...Those seven ones were those we arrested and killed this morning, if he is telling the truth".
"Alright", Quyên replied. "Let's be careful. If you are lying and you are trying to set us a trap, none of your men and families will survive".
Bûi Thành Quyên was smoking a cigarette, back nearby the main road.
"It seems the suspect was telling the truth", an officer told Quyên. "He showed us that cave...rather an underground cache. We found some rifles, Tieguonese grenades, old machine guns like those used by the guerrilla in Singan, documents with the Front's emblem, a notebook, and some maps. There is no sign that nobody was there for a while".
"Alright", Quyên said. "Send urgently those documents to Yên Nông, maybe we will find something useful".
"What should we do with the two remaining prisoners, sir?", the officer replied.
"Kill those rats", Quyên said. "There is no use to waste more paperwork with another military court. That would be ridiculous, a waste of time. Leave their bodies inside some house and burn down the village as planned".
"Yes sir", the officer replied.
"I have to return to Môi Tâm now", Quyên added. "This could be a good place for that military camp and checkpoint actually. Start the work tomorrow if possible. I hope it will be ready when I return in three weeks".