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On the ships docked one by one, the gangways were lowered, and the rows of Tang soldiers poured down towards the shore like a surging flood of open boxes.

Under the bright moonlight, Tang Jun, dressed in a silver-gray double-plate cuirass, looked like a little fluorescent light from a distance, which was very beautiful.

They followed Li Xiao's orders, and under the leadership of the main general Cao Bianjiao, they crossed the Bashi River not far away, and went straight to Manila City, a few miles away, and outflanked them.

When Tang Jun went ashore in an orderly manner, Li Xiao, who was standing on the bow of the Thang Long, looked through the coconut trees on the shore and looked at the Bashi River in the distance that was like a silver streamer quietly going east, but his face was a contemplative expression.

When Li Xiao saw this Bashi River, he couldn't help but think of the tragic massacre that year.

In this massacre more than 20 years ago, the Spaniards killed more than 20,000 Han Chinese in Manila, regardless of men, women and children, and then dumped their bodies in the Bashi River. As a result, the Bashi River was full of corpses of the killed Han people, and the entire Bashi River was almost blocked.

In the hot weather, the corpses in the Bashi River quickly decomposed, and the whole river was stinking, and the mother river, where the city of Manila was supplied with water, was completely undrinkable.

Until many years later, human hair and nails can still be found in the belly of the fish and shrimp in this river, which is really a sigh.

In the whole city of Manila, because of the massacre of too many Chinese, there were no shoemakers, carpenters, barbers, and transit merchants for a while. Because only the Chinese can do these jobs, the local aborigines do not understand such technical work. Therefore, this exterminating massacre of the Chinese people plunged the lives of the Spaniards into great chaos.

In the end, the Spanish ruler had no choice but to order the Chinese to be moved from other parts of the Philippines to do these tasks, and it was not easy for the entire city of Manila to run smoothly again.

Thinking of this, Li Xiao couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Regarding the massacre of the Han by the Spaniards back then, Li Xiao was sad about his misfortune on the one hand, and angry at him on the other hand.

According to historical records, there were only more than 1,000 Spaniards in Luzon at that time, and 30,000 Han Chinese were killed. If someone raised their arms and shouted, these Han people could organize themselves, even if they could only resist with the most primitive and rudimentary weapons, instead of completely restraining their hands and letting others slaughter them, then how could the Spaniards kill them so easily? It is difficult to say exactly how this historical process will evolve.

Li Xiao sighed secretly in his heart, when did this Han person, who had created the heroic Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, abandon the martial arts and heroic forces in his bones, and only wanted to survive, even if the knife and axe were put on his neck, he did not dare to resist, so that his family was as cruel as killing pigs and sheep.

Who is it that has turned these descendants of dragons, these descendants of Yan and Huang, into such philistines who have no political ambitions and just want to live cowardly? As a result, when the alien race wielded the butcher's knife, it was able to go so smoothly, almost killing if he wanted to, without any worries at all.

Thinking of the modern society, a certain country in Southeast Asia brutally slaughtered China, killing the Chinese corpses in a mess, and the heads were rolling, but in the end they didn't even apologize, let alone mention any compensation.

And the homeland of China, even deliberately suppressed this matter, and maintained close contacts with this Southeast Asian country, so many years have passed, as if this cruel massacre of China did not exist at all.

Thinking of this, Li Xiao's heart was dripping blood.

According to the statistics of the personnel of the Security Department who had already infiltrated Manila, it has only been more than 30 years since the Tu Hua was slaughtered that day, and a large number of Han Chinese have crossed the sea to make a living in various parts of the Philippines. For example, in the city of Manila now, there are nearly 3,000 Han Chinese.

These Chinese who can talk like pigs and dogs in order to eat a bite of food are really amazing.

These Chinese who thought that the Spaniards would let them go after slaughtering them once, but they did not know that this Manila Han massacre was just the beginning, and in the days to come, the Spaniards would slaughter them many times, killing them repeatedly and cruelly like killing chickens and geese.

According to historical records, until the end of the eighteenth century, the Han people living in the Philippines experienced a total of five large-scale massacres, as well as fragmentary and incalculable small-scale massacres, a total of more than 100,000 honest and without any political purpose, a tragic death in a foreign land.

You must know that these Han people are not like the local aborigines, they are simply lazy and lazy. The Chinese in Southeast Asian countries are all models of diligence and self-improvement, and they are like pillars of the country's economy.

In contrast, the people of the Nanyang countries are lazy and stupid, much worse than the shrewd and hard-working Chinese. As a result, from top to bottom, both officials and ordinary people were extremely hostile to the Han people who made a fortune. From history to the present day, every time there is a change in the country, or a catastrophe, the first to bear the brunt is the Han people of the Nanyang countries, who are slaughtered by the local residents and the rulers of the country like pigs and sheep.

Poor Han people, who claim to be the kingdom of China, are like the Jews of Europe in these Nanyang countries, and are used as a poor people to calm the anger of the people and divert their attention, and kill and loot without scruples.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

No, it must not happen again in this world that I have traveled back to.

The Ming Dynasty could not take its own people seriously, and would even thank the Spaniards for slaughtering the Chinese in order to exterminate these so-called Chinese who did not obey the king. But for Li Xiao, such an incompetent and despicable government behavior is absolutely unacceptable to him, and he is deeply ashamed.

An empire that cannot shelter its own people, an empire that lives without an enterprising spirit, an empire that only fights and fights from top to bottom and has no vision, if it really falls, it is really difficult to have the slightest sympathy.

Li Xiao hopes that what can be done is to establish the general rule of giving priority to the Chinese in this world, so that all those who dare to infringe on the interests of the Chinese will be punished even if they are far away!

Li Xiao stood on the Shenglong with a thoughtful look on his face, and the bright moonlight shone down, stretching his figure very long.

At this time, in the dark night, the Spanish Governor of the Philippines, López, stood on the west gate of Manila, holding a clairvoyant mirror, silently watching the Tang army with rolling iron streams, surging from the eastern coast, completely surrounding the entire city of Manila.

When Governor López heard the sound of loud artillery in the distance in the Bay of Manila, he knew that the Tang army was finally going to attack Manila, the heart of Spain in the Philippines.

López, who ascended to the top of the city, witnessed the Tang Army sweeping away all the Spanish navy in Manila Bay in one fell swoop, and his heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the frozen lake in an instant.

Once the navy is destroyed, this Manila city will definitely not be able to hold it.

Now in the city of Manila, because last time Colonel Fernandez led the army to the north to aid the city of Laoag, taking away 2,000 elite musketeers, so now there are only 700 spearmen in the city, as well as more than 300 artillery troops, and more than 1,000 indigenous soldiers.

It is really a fool's dream to use this little soldier and horse to defeat the Tang army, which is strong and armed to the teeth, and to defend this weak city of Manila.

When he saw that the Tang army had set up camp around Manila City and rested on the spot, López put down the clairvoyant mirror in his hand, and then let out a long sigh.

"The city of Babylon, the great city, the fortified city, in a time your judgment is coming."

López muttered this sentence from the Bible. The words in the Old Testament, a wry smile welled up at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps, after dawn tomorrow, the city of Manila will be completely destroyed under the siege of the enemy, just like the city of Babylon.

So, can you surrender?

López eventually shook his head gently.

Even if he died in battle, he could not become the first Spanish governor to surrender to the yellow-skinned monkey.

What's more, his family is in Madrid, and if he learns the news of his surrender to the Tang Army, he can imagine that the angry Spanish Emperor Philip IV will definitely hang his family.

So López now has no choice.

After arranging for the garrison to defend the city overnight, López returned to his lavishly furnished governor's palace, where he ordered all high-ranking military officers and government officials to be invited to the last grand reception.

In the spacious and luxurious hall of the Doge's Palace, cellos, violins, saxophones, bagpipes, accordions and other musical instruments sounded, and on the thick velvet carpet, generals and officials in brand-new dresses, and sexy dance partners and couples, danced on the dance floor and carnivaled to their heart's content.

Under the light of countless candles, the whole hall is as bright as day, the sound of music and the sound of wine glasses are intertwined, and the sound of men's laughter and women's wandering are intertwined, forming a misty midnight atmosphere.

López, on his own, hugged his mistress Azusena tightly, and danced an affectionate hip dance amid the melodious sound of tango.

Azusena, the mistress of Trier, the former Spanish Taipei garrison, has been hooked up with López since Trier was secretly executed in a Manila prison. With her skillful and superb bed skills, Azusena firmly conquered López, and the two became inseparable lovers.

Of course, López is not satisfied with her as a woman, and often has to steal. But in general, this slender and bumpy figure, and the empathetic Azusena, is still the woman he likes and likes the most.

The ball went on late at night, and the drunken men and women, hooking each other's shoulders, left the Doge's palace drunk, disappeared into all corners of the city, and then continued some unspeakable thing in some secret room.

And the Spanish governor López, holding Azusena's thin waist, entered his bedroom together.

Under the blurred light, the two hugged and kissed tightly, gnawing at each other's faces.

"Azusena, my sweetheart, I think there's something I should tell you." López, who finally stopped kissing, gasped and said to Azusena.

Azusena took him into her arms, and before López could continue to speak, she filled his mouth with the plump softness of his chest.

López's emotions were instantly detonated, and he let out a low roar, jumped up, threw her on the soft silk bed, and then pounced like a wolf.

Wheezing, candles flickering, and in the spacious bedroom, the shadows of the two people hugging each other tightly performed a fierce movement on the wall covered with pale gold wallpaper.

The two of you come and go, you go up and down, in this silent night, to the fullest of human instinct and desire.

Both knew that such an intoxicating pleasure, perhaps, would only end tonight.

It wasn't until the sky was white that López, the governor of Spain, rolled off Azusena for the sixth time.

Naked, he resembled a hairy boar. López gasped for breath and sweated profusely, but his face was full of pleasure and intoxication.

And Azusena, who was also naked next to her, had a bright red face like a peach blossom, and she was panting, turned her head, stared at Lopez for a long time with a pair of light blue eyes, and then leaned over and gave him a deep kiss.

"Azusena, my sweetheart, you are my cutest baby." López took her in his arms and muttered in a low voice.

Azusena curled up in his fat arms like a kitten, and for a long time spoke in a low voice; "López, you are also the man I love the most, and I will always belong to you."

Lopesven smiled bitterly, he slowly sat up, held Azusena's chin with one hand, and said softly: "My dear, I will always remember your words." It's just that now it's almost dawn, and it's time for us to say goodbye. ”

As soon as he finished his soft and low words, Azusena subconsciously trembled.

In the room where the candle flame had been extinguished, for a moment, there was a dead silence like suffocation.

After a long time, Azusena finally spoke slowly: "López, what do you want me to do?"

López stared at her deeply, hugged her tightly in his arms and kissed her for a while, before whispering, "I hope that after I leave, there will be no more worries." I also hope that no matter where you go in the future, I will have the opportunity to meet you. “

A glimmer of tears flashed in Azusena's eyes.

"Well, I promise you. Perhaps, in this way, I can ask for atonement for the wrongful death of Trier. Azusena burst into tears.

López sighed softly and took out a box from the bedside drawer.

Open the box, and inside is a small bottle of translucent liquid.

"Drink it, Azusena, and after you drink it, you will have no more troubles or worries. Don't worry anymore, after the city of Manila is broken, it will be insulted by those yellow-skinned monkeys. López's voice was soft, but like a seductive devil.

Azusena opened the cap and slowly but struggled to raise the bottle to her lips, her face hesitant, but she refused to continue pouring the small glass of liquid into her mouth.

At this time, López, who had been holding her gently, had a hideous look on his face.

With his hand in his hand, he took Azusena's right hand and poured a full cup of liquid into her mouth.

Azusena choked and coughed loudly, but her body quickly twisted violently, like a shrimp that had been steamed alive.

López hugged her tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. Eventually, Azusena twitched a few times in pain, and a large cloud of gray-white foam welled up at the corners of her mouth, and she tilted her head and died in López's arms.

López hugged her corpse and let out a low cry before it took a long time to stop crying.

He laid out her naked body on a large, soft bed, and took a blanket and covered her from head to toe.

Then he quickly got up, dressed himself, and after taking another deep look at Azusena's body on the bed, he hurried out the door, never looking back.