The sea breeze blew gently, and wisps of red clouds appeared where the sea and sky met in the distance. The wind was soft and warm, but it could not dispel the dark clouds hanging over the city of Manila. The tears had dried, the soul began to lose, and the conquered gave up everything that belonged to them.
own rights, with a numb expression, dragging his already weak legs to struggle feebly in the slim hope.
In this era, the victors have privileges. In order to make up for their battle losses and educate the ignorant natives, they can do anything in the name of justice. The moment the white flag is raised high, the city of Manila has already done what is customary.
Having made all preparations, one can calmly face the killing and ravage of the victor.
But they were disappointed. The soldiers and civilians in Manila thought too complicatedly. The Ming Empire was a state of etiquette, and the general who represented the entire empire was a humble gentleman, and the army under his command was a righteous and civilized army! What happened to Zhu Youcong?
How could he do such a tasteless thing? He had already issued a military order the moment he entered the city, not to damage any plant or tree in Manila at will!
However, the Chinese civilization is so extensive and profound that it is really not easy for the natives of Luzon and the Spaniards to understand the meaning of these words. Do not destroy any plants or trees. This is the requirement of the benevolent general who governs the country for his subordinates.
But he did not say that he would not kill people or demolish houses, and he had already lost the right to plunder for the first three days to the shrewd Richelieu. The Ming Navy could not find anything else to do except collect and detain the Spanish crew in accordance with the rules.
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Three days, only three days! Although Richelieu ordered not to leave too much wealth to that damn fat man, he was not willing to bring infamy for his Eastern allies just for such a small profit. When Zhu Youcong
When the request reached the ears of the shrewd French prime minister, a magical scene took place in Manila.
It must be snatched, otherwise this trip to the East will not be in vain? But how to snatch it in another way? Under Richelieu's strict order, the French let go of their Western compatriots and began to concentrate on dealing with those
Dirty natives.
Just when the Spaniards began to feel lucky and were about to stop and take a rest, they suddenly understood. When the most ruthless politicians in the West and the most shameless generals in the East start to join forces, hell can become paradise.
The French no longer rob the Spaniards, but they have played new tricks! The Luzon natives are very poor, but they are the largest in number within a hundred miles of Manila. They have robbed the natives of their property and kidnapped the natives.
The French seamen would select the strongest among them and then cut off their ears to force these people to enter Manila. Finally, they would say, "Hurry up and find money to ransom the person, otherwise the next time you encounter an empty-handed person, you will not only chop him, but also kill him."
His family had to be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
Their home was destroyed. All that was left was a pair of tattered underpants. How could the natives of Luzon get money if they were not magicians who could turn stone into gold? After paying the price of blood, the natives found a solution to the problem. They could not change anything.
Money comes, but it can be robbed! In this chaotic city of Manila, all the wealth has no owner's name engraved on it. As long as it can be handed over, no one will care about its origin.
Of course, the ones who have certain property in Manila and are particularly easy to grab are the Chinese, but the natives who have this idea are basically turned into mincemeat, because the people who are responsible for looking after the Chinese's homes are soldiers from the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Youcong has also long ago
Military orders were issued that anyone who entered a Chinese residence without permission could be executed on the spot.
If you can't rob the Chinese, then you can only focus on the Spaniards. Although the natives are usually afraid of the Western colonists, they can't worry about so much now that they are at a critical moment of life and death. Besides, the Spaniards have already handed over their weapons and combat power to them.
Pretty much. If one-on-one combat is not possible, then group fights are not allowed?
Whether it was the people of the Ming Dynasty who were waiting for help or the French who were running around committing crimes. Although they had not committed any crimes against the Spanish, they did not care about their life or death, and did not mind whether others were taking advantage of them. This discovery made the Luzon natives
Things are starting to get crazy, and some people are even thinking about taking the opportunity to hide a little bit. When the situation stabilizes, they can become rich themselves?
Now the Spaniards in Manila are in bad luck. First they were beaten by the Ming Dynasty, then robbed by the French, and now they have to be bullied by the Luzon natives. The most unacceptable thing is that those shirtless people with red eyes
Starting from the evening of the next day, the natives were no longer satisfied with grabbing money and stripping clothes. They even didn't spare the hair of the Spaniards. They picked up broken tiles and started cutting them.
Shaving your head? What kind of evil moth is going on here? That thing is worthless, so why are you doing it? No one knows why Zhu Youcong made this strange request, but the temptation of exchanging a hundred pounds of hair for one or two taels of fairy powder
Next, Richelieu still passed this order to the natives with full of suspicion.
Westerners love to eat bacon. In the past, they used salt and various spices to marinate it. But this time when I went to the East, I discovered that soaking it in soy sauce can make the bacon redder in color, richer in aroma, and more delicious.
.However, soybeans are very expensive. In this era when everyone has to worry about filling their stomachs, Zhu Youcong does not have so much food to brew soy sauce. However, this fat man has been in an underground black workshop and knows another recipe, this kind of soy sauce.
He would not eat the soy sauce produced by this method himself, and was reluctant to sell it to the people of the Ming Dynasty. Its only purpose was to earn foreign exchange.
However, no one, including the black-hearted Zhu Youcong, expected that it was precisely because of this strange request that the Spaniards completely collapsed. With the coalition forces besieging the city outside and the natives wreaking havoc inside, the tortured Spaniards were no longer confused.
Searching for shelter, they abandoned everything they once owned and started heading towards the church.
The ubiquitous gods no longer have the ability to provide shelter for the Spaniards, but the church can! Because there are all the Chinese in Manila gathered there, and there are Ming Dynasty soldiers with live ammunition. Lower your noble head again, bending down has already become
With stiff knees, begging the victor, whom he considered a demon two days ago, to declare his loyalty to the Ming Empire became the last hope in the hearts of most Spaniards.
Zhu Youcong did not refuse this humble request, even though he knew that this was a choice made by the Spaniards under duress, and they would still rebel if there was hope.
Because it was impossible to know the content of the agreement reached by Zhu Youcong and Richelieu, the Spanish could only choose to believe everything they saw. Although the Ming people were arrogant, they were not unreasonable. As long as their demands were met, it would be easy.
Obtain forgiveness. Although the general from the Ming Dynasty was very cruel on the battlefield, his subordinates were the most civilized army in the world and did not bully the weak who had given up resistance.
The innate kindness of the Chinese nation also helped Zhu Youcong a great help invisibly. Even though they had suffered ruthless oppression, even if they could not let go of the hatred in their hearts, when they saw these Western explorers dragging their tired
After his body entered the church, he still cast a look of pity on the women and children. He gave the women and children a bowl of hot soup and several meat pies, and even handed them a quilt issued by the army.
Faced with all this, Zhu Youcong did not stop it, because he knew very well that he could not change the genes of the entire nation. All he could do was to prevent the kindness of the Chinese nation from being trampled on at will within his own power.
But Zhu Youcong's forgiveness is conditional. For those ordinary women and children, he can let go so easily, and then hand it over to the civil servants who come later to deal with it. After polishing off their edges and illusions, they can become great citizens.
As for the people, including those Spaniards who still have fighting ability but only temporarily surrendered, they need to pay a certain price in exchange for the chance of survival.
"Pierre!" Three days have passed, and the French have begun to stop and pack their bags. Zhu Youcong also decided to make a move, lest the emperor in the capital know about the whole thing and say that he only eats and does not do anything.
"My Lord General, what are your orders?" Years of doing business have made Pierre extremely smooth. He knew very well that this kind-faced fat man was much scarier than the original governor with the same figure.
"Tell me, how many people do you have under your command now?"
"My Lord General, there are currently more than 39,000 Westerners in Manila. More than 90% of them have sworn allegiance to you!" Since accepting the appointment, Pierre has been working very hard to complete Zhu You's work.
The task assigned by Cong. "There are nearly 10,000 women and children among them..."
"Pah! Pah!" At this point, Biel clapped his hands toward the door and said, "According to Master Zou's instructions, I specially selected the ten best girls for you. I will take care of your life!"
"Yeah!" Zhu Youcong did not refuse this time, because Zhang Yan had already made a special statement before leaving the house. If he wanted to free the people of the Ming Dynasty from the domestic service industry, they must first find a substitute. Otherwise, don't say that they are used to it.
Even those princes and ministers who want to live a pampered life will jump out to oppose it.
It's actually not troublesome to say this, but the selection of women in Prince Fu's Mansion still gave Zhu Youcong a headache for a long time. The stick is good, and he works hard and without complaint. But it's a bit too ordinary. A Japanese girl? That's okay.
It's okay, but there are very few people in the Ming Dynasty who are used as maids, mainly because they are afraid that the male master will be too tired.
Filipino maid? Later generations seem to like this tune. In that era that had lost its sense of national pride, how much more honor would it be to have a monkey sitting at the door who can speak foreign languages? But now is the Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Youcong does not dare to let others misunderstand him.
Instead of being a general, he changed his career to open a zoo.
After much selection, Zhu Youcong could only set his sights on the West in the end. Fortunately, after Chongzhen married so many Western princesses, blue-eyed and blond Western beauties have gradually been accepted by people. The emperor's maids came from the West, and the town
The general's maid is also from the West, which should lead the trend again?
As the saying goes, if those scholars who care about face want to show off, they will definitely get one for themselves. In the face of huge business opportunities, Zhou Yanru and other profiteers still have no choice but to run to the West for their lives? What is shipped out is counterfeit.
Counterfeit products, but what you get back are real money and lively Western beauties. The profits from this transaction are really quite a lot.
Once the merchants started to move and the people of Ming Dynasty saw the benefits, the empire wanted to continue its westward expansion and worried about no one to support it? However, this dream is very far away. Zhu Youcong may not be able to complete it in his entire life, but at least he has already
Start baiting.
"You did a good job on this matter. I'll send a few to Mr. Zou later. If there are any leftovers, I'll give them to you!" Isn't it better to be alone than to be happy together? Since people are so attentive to things, then Zhu
You can't appear too stingy.
"Thank you! Thank you, General. This is what I should do!" Before that, Pierre had never thought that he would get any reward. Although he did not dare to mess around in selecting beautiful women for the general of the country, he did not
Don't take advantage of this opportunity to benefit yourself.
"By the way, how many Spaniards are there in the city who have the courage to take up arms?"
Pierre, who was enjoying himself secretly, didn't know what Zhu Youcong meant by what he said, but he was not willing to let his generous boss think that he couldn't even handle this little thing, so he hurriedly swore: "My general,
, I dare to guarantee with my life that not a single Spaniard in the entire city of Manila dares to raise a weapon in front of you!"
"There is no one left?" Zhu Youcong's face suddenly turned gloomy when he heard this.
"Really...really no more!"
"Then you go tell them. I don't care for idlers. If they can't prove their worth, I will strip them naked and throw them out of the city right now, leaving them to fend for themselves!" Zhu Youcong stood up and said every word.
He paused and said: "Give them two hours to think about it. Those who are brave enough to go to the battlefield can gather at the south gate. I will give them clothes, food and weapons. Those who are not brave can get out of the city with their buttocks bare!"
"Yes! My Lord General!" What on earth is this fat man going to do? As soon as the city of Manila began to regain its calm, he couldn't sit still? Could it be that he wanted to seduce those poor compatriots to rebel and start massacring the city? Although he thought of this terrible
The result. But Pierre did not have the courage to express his opinion, so he could only wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and turn around to retreat.
Pierre left in fear, because he did not dare to bear the consequences of angering Zhu Youcong, but dozens of miles outside Manila, someone wanted to test how sharp the sword of General Zhenguo of the Ming Empire was. His soldiers
How strong they are.
"Anu, have you delivered my letter?" On the muddy road, a shirtless native with a few bird feathers in his head asked majestically.
"If you go back to the chief, it has been delivered!"
"Then what do people from the Ming Dynasty say?"
The native named Anu raised his head, his face filled with pride: "Although I can't understand what they said. But I can swear that the leader of the Ming people was very happy after seeing your handwritten letter.
He also asked me to bring you his greetings and invitation!"
"Oh? Bring it up quickly!" The indigenous chief was very proud. While taking the letter signature from Anu, he smiled at the other people with bird feathers on their heads and said: "Look! You all look at it! I just said
Well. The stupid pigs of the Ming Dynasty don’t care how many of their people we have killed. Once they capture the city of Manila, they will return it according to our requirements..."
"Huh? Ming Dynasty characters?" The natives of Luzon Island have no written language. The letter sent by the chief to Zhu Youcong was full of content that even he himself did not know. Looking at the two big characters on the letter paper, he felt a little guilty.
Confused. But at this time, he didn't want to show his ignorance. He could only slap his face and say: "Hey... people in the Ming Dynasty nowadays are becoming less and less ignorant of the rules!"
"Kana, what is written on this? Can you read it?" The person who got the letter didn't know what was written on it, but the way he shook his head really frightened many natives. One of them saw
The man who looked like a chief couldn't help shouting, "Do the people of the Ming Dynasty agree to return Manila to us?"
"Agree! Of course I agree!" Chief Ganai glared at it unhappily, then pointed at the letter and said: "Chief Bayun, didn't you see? It's already written on it, they must be waiting for us.
Go and receive it!”
"Oh! It would be great if this is the case. I really miss the good days that my ancestors once said!" Bayun's eyes began to moisten, as if he was a little sad thinking about the sufferings of these years.
"Okay, Bayun! We are all warriors of Luzon Island, and we will continue the glory of our ancestors!" Ganai is very confident. He has long known that the people of the Ming Dynasty will not stay here like the Spaniards and never leave.
If the stupid Ming army retreats, then Luzon will be the Luzon of the Luzon people. With large groups of Ming merchant ships traveling north and south, they will have the opportunity to exchange bananas all over the mountains and spring water dug out of unknown places for enough food.
The clan members have been able to live a happy life for several years! As for the small team, it is better to follow the old rules and let them disappear inexplicably. Anyway, the people of the Ming Dynasty are very easy to fool.
"Kanai, what if..." After hesitating for a moment, another man dressed as a chief stood up. He had some experience after living a long time. Of course he was very clear about the legend that was already well known in Luzon, but after all, it was just
Legend has it that no one of his generation had ever met him, but it was the Spaniards who also came from afar who left a deep impression on him. "I mean, if this is a conspiracy by the Ming people, they are trying to trick us into going to Manila."
City, and then enslave us like the Spaniards? What should we do?”
"No! This is impossible!" Kana pointed at Anu who was kneeling on the ground and said, "Come and tell Chief Xilao, what did you see in Manila?"
"Dear Chief Xilao, in Manila I saw that our people, with the help of the Ming people, had launched revenge against the Spaniards. The whole city was trembling with the roar of the warriors. The Spaniards are now fighting with those who have not
The Chinese who were wanted by others hid in the church..."
"That's right!" Xilao's frowned eyebrows relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he praised sincerely: "It seems that our ancestors did not deceive us, and the city of Manila will belong to us!"
Bayun just couldn't stand Xi Lao's cautious appearance, and said coldly from the side: "No! Xi Lao, you are wrong, your territory is not in Manila, you are just here to receive rewards!"
"Fart!" He spat hard and shouted, "When the Spaniards were working hard to build Manila, my family had the most people, why didn't I get a share?"
"How many people do you have? I contributed five thousand of my strongest warriors..."
"No! I also contributed five thousand..."
The huge indigenous team began to chaos. How many slaves this family had been captured by the Spaniards, and how far that family had been driven by the Spaniards, became the glory in the mouths of the chiefs and became their excuse to carve up Manila. But if they are willing to give up their differences
, if you find a literate person to look at it, you will find that the reply says "seeking death"! (To be continued...)