The whip whipped at a young Chinese worker, making a sound that penetrated deep into the flesh.

Li Mingyuan snorted, resisted the urge to resist, and staggered forward with the stones, "Young master, are you okay?" a stout man in his forties walked quickly to Li Mingyuan's side, worried.

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen, you go to work quickly, don't let those natives notice us." Li Mingyuan commanded in a low voice.

"Fuck these natives don't treat us as human beings, and we're going to make them look good tonight." The middle-aged man said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hurry," the native overseer waved his whip and threatened the laboring Chinese workers in broken English.

"Don't worry, the damage they have done to us will be repaid tonight." Li Mingyuan said lightly.

However, if Li Mingyuan's former teammates saw his expression, they would definitely know that this was his performance before he killed someone.

Li Mingyuan is a mercenary in the 21st century who was ambushed by rebels while on a mission in Mali. Li Mingyuan thought he was dead, but when he woke up, he found that he was possessed by a Chinese young man, Li Mingyuan, who had experienced the tempering of war, did not make a noise after waking up, vigilantly observed the environment, and forbearance for two months, and then found an opportunity and decided to launch a riot tonight.

At night, the Peruvian overseer was already asleep, but the Chinese laborers in the valley quietly gathered together, quietly surrounding Li Mingyuan, Li Mingyuan's tiger eyes swept over the people standing in the tent, and a wave of pride surged into his chest. In his previous life, there were only five or six mercenaries, but now there are more than 2,000 Han laborers in one mine alone.

In the dire situation of Chinese laborers, when the big hero turned the tide,

Li Mingyuan calmed down his excitement and said, "You all know that I had an illness a month ago. Li Mingyuan looked at the crowd in the audience, observed that everyone was listening carefully, and continued, "Don't hide it from everyone, when I was sick, I dreamed of Heavenly Father. The people below held their breath when they heard the word Heavenly Father, and their faces showed expressions of surprise.

No wonder they behaved in this way, because most of the people in the mines were subordinates of Li Shixian, the Taiping army servant, who was killed in 1865, and the remnants of the Taiping army escorted the thirteen-year-old son Li Mingyuan to South America, where he lived as indentured laborers.

Originally, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was destroyed, and the remnants of the Taiping army had despaired of their belief in worshipping God, but now Li Mingyuan said that he dreamed of the Heavenly Father, and the people below naturally felt incredible.

Li Mingyuan didn't care about the performance of the people below, and then said, "In my dream, Heavenly Father told me that the Qing Demon was powerful in the Central Plains, and Huaxia was not an ideal place to establish a heavenly kingdom, so the heavenly kingdom guided us to South America and asked us to establish a new heavenly kingdom on earth in South America. The people below looked at each other, not knowing whether to believe Li Mingyuan's words or not.

"You may not believe me, but you should see the difference I have made in two months, if it weren't for the wisdom and strength that Heavenly Father has given me, how could I have changed so much in a short period of time."

"I believe what Shizi said, in the past, Shizi was thin and weak, and he couldn't resist my punch, but not long ago, everyone saw that Shizi knocked down the three of us alone." Chen Guozhu, who was a former guard of the king, spoke up.

"Yes, I also saw it that day, and the prince knocked down Brother Chen and the other two good players in three or two clicks." A veteran of the Taiping Army below said.

"It must have been the Heavenly Father who summoned the Son, and two days ago the Son saved my life with an unknown medicine, otherwise I would have died a long time ago, whether you believe it or not, I believe the Son's words." A veteran who received treatment from Li Mingyuan a few days ago said.

With these two veterans as role models, the people below all talked to each other and discussed the various changes in Li Mingyuan in the past two months.

Li Mingyuan stretched out his hand to stop everyone's discussion, "Everyone, if you believe what I say, then follow me, and I will lead everyone to defeat the indigenous oppressors and establish a new kingdom of heaven." ”

"Believe, we want to be free." The people below lowered their voices and said excitedly.

"Okay, since everyone believes me, then I'll start assigning tasks." Li Mingyuan picked up a wooden stick, pointed to a map on the tent and said, "Uncle Chen, you lead a hundred people to kill the overseers behind the ravine, Uncle Li, you lead two hundred people to control the west exit to prevent them from passing on the information, Da Niu, you lead a hundred brothers to the back camp to ensure the safety of the old and weak." Li Mingyuan issued three orders in one breath. Yes, son," the three named men stood up.

Li Mingyuan put down his stick and said to the two strong men beside him, "Dashan, Xiaoshan, immediately gather my brothers and take the headquarters of the mine with me." "Yes, Shizi," the two said confidently. Wang Dashan, Wang Xiaoshan is the commander of the 50 young guards left by the king to Li Mingyuan, since Li Mingyuan woke up two months ago, he used the rest time at night to systematically explain and train the 50 young people in special operations. Compared to two months ago, the fifty young people are like a sword that has just been opened, eager to show their might with blood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, whether the kingdom of heaven is new or not, in this battle, Mingyuan will encourage you tonight." After arranging the battle plan, Li Mingyuan said sonorously.

"I will not let the son of the world down," the people standing below arched their hands in unison, as if they had found the sharpness of the new kingdom of heaven.

While Li Mingyuan was planning a riot, the mine owner Borha still didn't know anything, and stayed in the hall leisurely to attend a dance with some overseer leaders.

"Anthony, when will the saltpeter that Mr. West need be ready?" Borja asked, holding a glass of red wine.

"Boss, the last time due to the landslide, the project was delayed, and it will take two days to complete the output required by West." Anthony, the leader of the overseers, said respectfully. "Damn, West is going to receive the goods tomorrow, and if he doesn't fulfill his request, he will definitely deduct the money." Borja said hatefully.

"Anthony, you go and let those Chinese pigs start work now, and they must complete the task by tomorrow." Borja drank the wine in one gulp and ordered.

"Boss, three Chinese workers have been exhausted to death a few days ago, if you let them work hard again, they will definitely be tired to death." Anthony persuaded.

"What is the death of a few Chinese workers, it's a big deal to buy some more." Borja Yun said lightly, not taking the lives of the Chinese in the slightest. Anthony couldn't help but feel a chill. Borja is a mixed descendant of Indians and whites. Since the first batch of Chinese five years ago, 200 Chinese have died in his mines, and not only the Chinese workers gritted their teeth against him, but even Antony, a white Prussian, was very dissatisfied with him.

Hearing Borja's words, Anthony was about to open his mouth to speak for the Chinese, but he stopped him.

"Anthony, I'll tell you a secret, these saltpeters are used by General Andrut to trade arms with you Prussians."

After listening to Borja's words, Anthony stopped talking, although South American countries have been independent for more than 20 years, there are still wars from time to time, so it has become a very important matter to purchase arms from Western countries, for the sake of arms, neither Borja nor General Andreut behind him will care about the death of a few more Chinese.

"Boss, I'll arrange for the Chinese to work now." Knowing that it was impossible to change Borja's mind, Anthony got up and took his leave,

"Well, Anthony, do a good job, I won't treat you badly." Borja patted him on the shoulder and laughed

Anthony smiled wryly and didn't speak, turning around and walking outside.