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Macau, Fox Church, has been turned into ruins at this moment.
Tang Ruola's remaining troops are not too many, not to mention that Li Yan and Cai Qian have been planning for a long time, and they have already prepared a plan for this operation.
Before Tang Ruola sent troops, he killed Zheng Da, the local magistrate, and Zhao Guangyi, the prime minister of Qingxiangshan County, and sent people to blockade the government office, killing more than a thousand local officers and soldiers in Macau, and the people in the town and village were also left behind. The Portuguese brutally suppressed it, and there is no need to elaborate on the tragedy.
But because of this, the long-standing dissatisfaction of the local people in Macau with the Portuguese has almost reached its peak. The official Tianchai was killed, the fig leaf of the "lease" was torn off, the terror of the subjugated slaves was really on the head, and the Red Flag Gang used their influence in the coastal area to mobilize hundreds of people with little effort , blatantly attacked the Portuguese church.
On the Portuguese side, the spirit was very tense. Under such a situation, they did not hesitate to kill the killer, but it added fuel to the fire. Instead, it aroused the same hatred among the local natives.
Cai's smuggling ship brought crates of muskets and weapons, which were personally escorted by the five hundred gold men of the Tian Ship Division's escort. Qianjunbiao, Nephew, Zhao Xiaoyi and others were also among them. They simply entangled the local indigenous people and rose up. Together with the remaining government forces, they killed the Governor's Mansion in Aliga
At this moment when the dust settled, the local people holding torches vented their anger and blood and tears that had been accumulated for a long time, looting, setting fire, crying, cursing, and there was chaos everywhere.
The corpses and scorched black marks all over the place are shocking, Zha Xiaodao is biting a cigarette, obviously the surprise attack was successful and he won a big victory, but his expression is a bit gloomy.
Zha Xiaodao caught a glimpse of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl lying in a puddle of blood. She was wearing a dirty black and white nun dress, like a doe under a shotgun. Behind her were four or five emaciated villagers holding torches. Desperately catch up.
The curse gradually approached, and Zha Xiaodao stared at the girl's face. She had high eyebrows and long eyelashes. She was a fragile beauty. At first glance, she was no different from the locals. But if you look closely, you can indeed see the characteristics of Portuguese blood. .
It's a mixed race.
"Don't let this little red hair go"
"I saw her hiding behind the red-haired portrait with my own eyes!"
With a cold face, Zha Xiaodao picked up a broken brick and smashed it on the back of the leader's head. The mob immediately raised their muskets and aimed at Zha Xiaodao. The leader took a closer look, and hurriedly asked the people behind him to put down their guns.
"Strong, strongyou?"
"roll."
The man lowered his eyebrows, waved his hands hurriedly in private, and led the people behind him away in a despondent manner.
Zha Xiaodao has a fierce face, and around the crackling fire, there are many lying corpses, but if you look carefully, there are not too many Portuguese people, and more are leftover mixed blood, or even pure blood locals , just believed in Catholicism, or had a closer relationship with the Portuguese, and was killed alive by the mob instigated by Hongqi and Cai Qian.
? The red-haired ghosts have occupied Macau for more than a hundred years. When they pull out carrots and bring out mud, their emotions are aroused. Some tenses are uncontrollable. Besides, neither Cai Qian nor Li Yan can think about these in advance.
But for many things, being aware of them and seeing them with your own eyes are two different things.
Zha Xiaodao was speechless for a long time, and Li Yan's chat and laughter when he put his arms around his shoulders was still in his ears: "There are twelve pictures of strange beasts, and one is still missing, but the opportunity of the Red Hair Riot is once in a thousand years. Right now, their lair is empty, and I am going I contacted Cai Qian, let¡¯s occupy Macau first, and then look for the rest of the map slowly. Daozi, don¡¯t be soft-hearted when the time comes"
"God is mighty, bless all believers with happiness and well-being~"
The girl held her head and repeated this sentence in a hoarse voice. There is no light in the dim eyes.
Zha Xiaodao squatted down, stared at the girl with bloodshot eyes for a while, and was speechless for a long time.
"You" Zha Xiaodao choked out: "Are you hungry?"
"God is mighty, bless all believers with happiness and well-being~"
"God is mighty, bless all believers with happiness and well-being~"
"God is mighty, bless all believers with happiness and well-being~"
The girl shivered, said nothing, muttered nervously, she grew up in a church. The closest person is the nun Ashura, and her favorite food is Aunt Ashuta's croissant, but today, flames and blood brutally destroyed her narrow world.
There are horseshoes stepping on the soil, and a middle-aged man is riding on the horse with a musket, majestic.
In this surprise attack, Hongqi took the lead in Cha Xiaodao. His strength has been proved at the Tianbo Division Conference, and no one is not convinced. As for Cai Qian, Yan Laoqi, who did not make a move at the Tianbo Division Conference, led the team.?Full of ghost ideas. The details of inciting the riots of the aborigines in Macau were all planned by him.
Yan Laoqi swept across a messy pile of corpses, behind the horse's buttocks were the local aborigines who participated in the attack on the Governor's Mansion, all of them were bloody on their blades.
"Folks! The goddamn red-haired man killed my parents, brothers, and insulted my wife and daughter. Now, the time has come for you and me to take revenge."
?Yan Laoqi looks heroic, looks great, and has a contagious voice.
Everyone's eyes were red, and there was a crash.
"It's time for revenge!"
Yan Laoqi then shouted: "Not even a single red-haired ghost will be let go, and these bastards will never be allowed to harm others again!"
"Not a single red-haired ghost can be let go."
In the crowd, the sound waves are getting louder and louder.
Zha Xiaodao is wearing a sloppy leather armor, and his hair is split and oiled, messy. He pursed his lips and pulled the girl on the ground. Regardless of the girl's crying, he carried her on his shoulders and walked back, passing by the team led by Yan Laoqi.
Yan Laoqi naturally saw Zha Xiaodao, and he cupped his hands, with a bit of respect and deliberate intimacy in his tone: "Brother Zha, what are you going to do."
The little girl who checked the knife and carried the nun's robe did not even look at him.
"Shit."
Bishop Tang Ruola's face was bloodless. He ignored the support of his subordinates and rushed up. He supported the table with his two skinny palms, lowered his head and glanced at the contents of the parchment. His mouth squirmed for a while, and he tightened his grip. The gold-patterned robe on his back, stepped back a few steps and did not speak.
Alex's expression changed several times, but he swallowed, and still managed to speak: "Master Bishop, as long as we defeat the pirates in the Far East on the frontal battlefield, we can get back everything we lost."
"And if we fail, we will lose everything, under your will, Your Excellency!"
Tang Ruola replied coldly.
Considering the domestic political situation and the strong influence of the East India Company on the other side of the ocean, Bishop Tang Ruola has always maintained a relatively polite attitude towards the Lord Sir, even if the other party is a Protestant who deserves to be burned at the stake. This time, Tang Ruola, who was being served in the old nest, couldn't help getting angry
Alex noticed the thorns in Bishop Tang Ruola's words, and he didn't lose his composure, but persuaded him in a deep voice: "Then, let me put it another way, Your Excellency. Apart from war, do you think that the church and the royal family in your country have a new way of life?" Is it possible to take back Macau?"
After a pause, he asked again: "My lord bishop, do you think that the Portuguese royal family, which is fighting the government without declaring it, can continue to obtain the Chinese emperor's permission to lease Macau to you, or do you think that the lawless Far East pirates will obediently withdraw?" Macao?"
An impatient church servant yelled at Alex: "This war! Hastings started it!"
Tang Ruola glanced back at the man, staring at the man's face with cold sweat. After a while, Tang Ruola looked away and sighed deeply:
"You are right, Sir. Then according to your judgment, what should we do now?"
Alex took a deep breath: "We are not the only ones on fire in the backyard. Isn't it?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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