After De Gaulle finished talking with He Rui about the Jews, he fell silent. He was certain that China would destroy colonialism, and just this point would make most French people stand on the opposite side of China. There was no point in tangling with He Rui on this issue.

After a moment of silence, De Gaulle stood up. "Mr. Chairman, I cannot wish you victory. I can only ask you to take care of your health."

He Rui stood up. "General, many people say that the Asian Alliance aims to destroy the white world. I don't think you will be deceived by such lies. The Asian Alliance and the future World People's Liberation Army are to liberate the human world from oppression and injustice, so the door to liberation is always open. If the French people finally choose to join the just cause of liberation, the Alliance will welcome France to join at any time."

De Gaulle didn't think He Rui was threatening or mocking him, so he didn't retort sarcastically. After shaking hands with He Rui to say goodbye, De Gaulle left No. 7 Renmin Road without looking back. As the car drove through the streets of Beijing, China, seeing the busy traffic on the streets and people seemingly unaffected by the war at all, a feeling of unease rose in De Gaulle's heart, as if a big hand grabbed his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Even when the Western European campaign failed, De Gaulle was not so uneasy. Or rather, De Gaulle had never been so desperate. After thinking for a long time, De Gaulle figured out the source of this despair. Even in 1914, France did not face such a powerful enemy. And although De Gaulle was unwilling to admit it, he realized that France was not on the side of justice this time.

Just as the Asian Alliance stated, colonialism brought deep disasters to the world. France alone killed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of locals who resisted French colonialism in the colonies every year. This blood debt accumulated so deeply that De Gaulle found it difficult to imagine what kind of counterattack it would be once this hatred erupted.

Thinking of this, De Gaulle shook his head and expelled the thought of "guilt" from his mind. If it were a life for a life, even if the entire population of France died, they couldn't pay off the sins committed. For France, De Gaulle could only fight on.

After De Gaulle left, He Rui was not in a good mood either. The great naval battles of the Mariana Islands and Midway Island were about to break out, and He Rui inevitably felt huge pressure. Moreover, the choice finally made by a guy like De Gaulle also made He Rui regretful. If people could decisively enter the new era, it would undoubtedly reduce a lot of pain and loss. But the history of human progress is always so bloody. Even outstanding figures are limited by their own level of civilization development and finally choose to react against the direction of the times.

Walking in the cold garden in winter for a good while, this gloomy mood was relieved. With the calming of his mood, He Rui thought of the colonial people who had been liberated and were being liberated. The number of these people was much larger than the number of reactionaries. Although De Gaulle was a respectable talent, He Rui did not think that on major issues of right and wrong, De Gaulle's life was more valuable than any ordinary colonial person.

At this time, Dhaka, the capital of Bengal, was experiencing a famine. The reason for the famine was not a bad harvest in Bengal, but that Britain had requisitioned all the grain in Bengal. The local people lacked grain, especially the urban working population who couldn't afford grain at all.

For the British colonial government, for the sake of the war, grain must be hoarded for the war. For local landlords, soaring grain prices were a good thing; their income increased. For various enterprises in the city, famine might not be a bad thing either. In order to earn money to survive, workers' wages became very low.

Those who controlled assets gained benefits from the disaster, so they naturally had no interest in changing the status quo. Originally, the colonial government would worry about international bad reviews, but during wartime, there was no need to consider such "small things." They could be even more unscrupulous.

On the streets of Dhaka, people were lying down everywhere. Due to hunger for too long, these people were already like corpses. After starving for a few more days, they wouldn't be able to hold on and would starve to death.

Just then, someone walked along the street beating local gongs and drums, singing in the local dialect while walking: "Eat from them, drink from them. When China comes, they'll give us grain!"

These people singing local Bengal folk songs passed through the streets singing such ditties. Those who were about to starve to death heard that someone would give grain, and used all their strength to prop up their bodies or raise their heads. This ditty had been sung for half a month, and there was a little light in the eyes of the Bengal people who had not starved to death yet.

The Sino-British War more than ten years ago let ordinary people in Bengal know that there was a country called "China" that could fight Britain vigorously and not lose. Later, many Chinese businessmen came to Bengal to do business. Those Chinese businessmen were very kind and did not boss the locals around, so Bengalis liked to work for Chinese businessmen very much.

After the Bengal famine began, Chinese businessmen also opened some porridge sheds so that many victims in Dhaka would not starve to death. But two months ago, the Chinese businessmen left. After the war broke out, the shops of Chinese businessmen were also sealed and confiscated by the British. Since then, victims began to starve to death in large numbers.

But the Chinese didn't come back, and these ordinary victims didn't know when "China comes, they'll give us grain" would happen. But this ditty had been sung for half a month, and the Bengal people who had not starved to death heard more. It was said that China was at war with Britain again, and this time China wanted to occupy Bengal. As long as the local people of Bengal supported China, China would give the grain taken by the British to the Bengalis to eat.

This statement did not trigger a special response at first. In the view of the common people of Bengal, the Chinese did not fight into Dhaka last time, so they were afraid it wouldn't work this time either. But the famine did not end, and grain prices were getting higher and higher. Now the victims had even eaten up the garbage, really having no food at all. So doubt gradually turned into unreasonable expectation: "Maybe the Chinese will really let the Bengalis live?"

Hearing someone singing this tune passing through the street again, many weak voices asked, "Didn't you say the Chinese are coming soon? When will the Chinese arrive!"

The few Bengalis singing the tune stopped and shouted loudly, "Soon, very soon..."

Just as they said this, police whistles sounded on the street. From a distance, local Bengal police were heard shouting, "The rebels are over there, go catch them quickly!"

The few singers immediately quickened their pace and went in the direction where there were no police, shouting while walking, "If the Chinese weren't coming, why would these police be so afraid?!" Amidst the shouting, they went far away.

The local police rushed over at this time, panting and sweating profusely. Seeing the victims on the roadside who were weak from hunger, they stopped and asked sternly, "Where did you see the rebels go?"

The victims didn't know, and even if they knew, they wouldn't tell these police. Those who were asked shook their heads one after another. The police shouted ferociously, "Speak quickly, or we'll arrest you as rebels and put you in jail to eat prison food."

Hearing that they could "eat prison food," adults dared not make a sound, but ignorant children asked in a low voice, "Mom, there's food to eat."

Hearing the child say this, the frightened mother hurriedly hugged the child tightly in her arms, not letting the child continue to make a sound. Adults certainly knew what this "prison food" was; it meant being beaten to death.

The Bengal colonial police were just scaring these poor people and didn't really intend to arrest these people. After all, the British masters were not pressing hard now, and it wasn't time to arrest people randomly to complete tasks. Moreover, these victims had no profit on them; arresting them would require effort to torture and interrogate.

Seeing the victims didn't make a sound, the police spat and continued to walk along the street. When the police went far away, someone among the victims sang in a low voice, "Eat from them, drink from them. When China comes, they'll give us grain!"

Other victims listened quietly, and suddenly someone sang along in a low voice. To date, these victims didn't believe the content of this ballad. But the victims had prayed and begged, whether it was the gods they had never seen or the masters they could see every day, none gave any help. Now, apart from this new ballad, there was nothing in this world that could give the victims any hope.

The number of participants increased, but the voices became lower and lower. Mothers held children who were too weak to move from hunger, treating this as a lullaby. If they could lull the children to sleep, at least the children would suffer less from hunger in their sleep.

Another burst of footsteps sounded. Seeing the police running hurriedly, the victims immediately stopped humming. But the police were obviously not here to arrest people; they didn't even look at the victims and ran away hurriedly. After an unknown amount of time, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the distance. The victims didn't care; they were too weak from hunger and could only wait for death here. As for how to die, it didn't matter.

However, the British and dignitaries in Dhaka city were not so "resigned to fate." Hearing the gunfire getting louder and louder, the upper class immediately became alert. They sent people to inquire about what happened. Soon, the well-informed upper class received news that the troops stationed in Dhaka had mutinied, and the rebels were attacking the armory.

Just as the news arrived, a group of planes suddenly flew in the sky and dropped bombs on the barracks and the mansions of colonial officials in Dhaka city. In a moment, Dhaka city was in chaos.

The victims still didn't react; they were too hungry and had no strength to move at all. Just then, the person who sang the tune before ran excitedly to the victims and shouted excitedly, "The Chinese are coming! Anyone who doesn't want to starve to death, come with me to get some food back."

Most victims didn't move, but the male heads of several families with children stood up and asked weakly, "Where to get food?"

The women shrank back. They didn't want their men to leave, but they didn't stop them. Now people were starving to death every day. If they didn't get food, they and the children would starve to death.

The local singing the tune pointed ahead. "Follow me. The government people were bombed to death. Go over there to get food!"

The victims couldn't understand what happened, but they still followed. After walking a few hundred meters, the victims could hardly walk anymore. But for a bite to eat, they persisted. Walking a little over a kilometer, they saw that the residence of the once imposing British colonial official had collapsed. The singer stopped, pointed to the dilapidated mansion, and shouted, "Follow me, there is food inside."

These places were not places victims could approach. In the past, as soon as they appeared near here, the turbaned servants under the British masters would rush out with sticks to drive the victims away. Hearing the singer say so at this time, the victims still dared not go.

The singer didn't continue to encourage them but went straight into the nearest house himself. Before long, the singer had carried some things out. It was actually food.

The victims swarmed up, took the food from the singer's hand, and stuffed it into their mouths immediately. They hadn't eaten real food for a long time. Suddenly eating serious food after a long time, some people choked directly, and some couldn't help shedding tears.

Seeing that the food in his hand had been taken, the singer shouted loudly, "Want to find food? Follow me." After shouting, he went to that house again. Walking to the collapsed wall, the singer looked back and saw that many victims had followed this time. Although timid, they didn't stop in place.

"Go!" The singer shouted and strode again into the house that only British masters could enter before.