Taking a deep puff of his cigar, Liang Pengfei picked up the microphone again: "I'll say it one last time, who has ever hurt my compatriots?" Stand on my left, and those who have not hurt my fellow man, stand on my right. If no one moves this time, then all of you will be hanged on the walls of Manila for hurting my countrymen, and I have always done what I say. Liang Pengfei stood on the makeshift platform, carrying a huge copper horn in his hand so that his voice could be heard throughout the open space, although this shape really made Liang Pengfei feel stupid like a production captain in the fifties who used a loudspeaker to tell the farmers to get up and earn their work, but there was no way.

This time, as soon as Liang Pengfei's words fell, the crowd immediately began to move, and almost everyone walked to the right with the same goal, seeing the actions of these people, Liang Pengfei laughed. "A bunch of idiots."

"Don't give me a problem, you know, there is not much difference between slaughtering five thousand and slaughtering two thousand, so you must make a choice, at least half of them must go to the left, I, now I am very kind to give you a pillar of incense to choose the time, otherwise, the end will be death!" Liang Pengfei raised his hand and hooked it, and Bai Shusheng walked over, holding a stick of incense stick in his hand, so slender that people almost thought it was a toothpick.

Liang Pengfei glared at Bai Shusheng dissatisfied, took the incense stick, pressed his fingers, and pressed the nearly foot-long incense stick into two, and then lit the short one and inserted it on the ground.

Below, full of cries and scolding, the fear and survival of the Luzon natives turned into hatred for their compatriots, and they began to accuse and scuffle with each other, all wanting to push each other away and let them get out of here.

Looking at the scene of these natives fighting and scolding each other in the middle of the clearing, Liang Pengfei tilted his head. "Governor Marcello, do you think these people will be brave enough to go to the left?"

Governor Marcelo's eyes rolled like a prisoner about to be hanged: "This, I really can't guess, but I believe that there will not be too many people who will give their lives voluntarily like this." ”

"Yes, there are so few people in this world who have the courage to give their lives." Liang Pengfei exhaled a cloud of smoke and watched it quickly be blown away by the strong sea breeze.

"That's why heroes will be praised and sung by people." Governor Marcello chimed in, and although he didn't know which of the most vicious words and words he was using to curse the demonic young Chinese pirate in front of him, it didn't prevent him from putting a humble but respectful smile on his face.

"Do you think there will be heroes in this nation?" Liang Pengfei turned his head and said with a mocking face.

Marcelo shook his head, to be honest, even if his head was fanned by the door panel, and the Governor Marcello, who was full of the superiority of the civilized world of Europeans, would never think that these dirty, lazy, greedy peoples who contain many negative terms of human beings would have such a great personality.

"But we have, and there will always be, such people, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many heroes and heroes." Liang Pengfei curled the corners of his mouth, his face was full of pride and pride, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and the thunder and lightning flickering in the clouds, his mood was agitated.

The Chinese nation has been known as heroes and heroes throughout the ages, and this kind of national pride is born and engraved in its own blood.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's expression, Marcelo opened his mouth, although he didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny this fact, at least, the pirate leader of the Qing Kingdom in front of him had the capital and pride to become a hero.

With only 2,000 soldiers, he wiped out a third of more than 10,000 well-armed European pirates and the Spanish coalition army, and captured nearly half of them.

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"Okay, now, I want to know, how many people are on the left, how many are on the right?" Liang Pengfei picked up the big copper horn, and the sound now echoed in the open space.

Brother Li Pao and other gunners were holding torches, the lead of the cannon had been inserted, and they could fire at the crowd in the field at any time, and with the sound of the password, the surrounding gunners also raised the muskets in their hands again, and looked at the crowd crying and pushing in the center of the clearing with indifferent eyes.

Dozens of people were beaten south to the right and pushed to the left, and they all let their compatriots beat their noses and faces swollen, their eyes slanted and their mouths crooked, and they looked miserable as if they had just been wheeled by a tyrannosaurus. Crying and trying to rush to the right, he soon fell again under the fists and kicks of his own compatriots and threw him to the left.

"Why are there so few people on the left? Or do you have no one who understands my Spanish, or do you want to be glad to try and see if I don't take you seriously, like His Excellency the Spanish Governor? Liang Pengfei re-lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, staring at everything as if he were watching a group of inconspicuous ants, sweeping over the Luzon natives who occupied a large area of flat land.

Silence returned to the clearing, and it was not known if their savage backbone and pride as natives were still supporting their backbones, and their eyes mixed with hatred and fear wandered over the surrounding guns and cannons.

"Well, you all value your own lives, which means that you also have brains, but I wonder if you think that you have never thought of retribution for insulting my people? Don't you know that you can't live if you do your own evil?! It is you who have killed countless of my countrymen, who have plundered their goods, or who have humiliated their wives and daughters...... Today, I am here, and I want you to pay the price for the sins you have committed. Liang Pengfei paused, took a deep breath of his cigar. An indifferent gaze swept over the obnoxious natives. "Now, I'll make the choice for you."

Liang Pengfei threw the exaggerated bronze horn aside and nodded to Monk Chen: "Bring people, tie up all those who are standing on the left for me, and bring them to kneel under this high platform." ”

"No, I'm enough for one person!" **Monk Chen, who was wearing his upper body and showing his rock-like muscles, choked out, pulled out the war knife on his waist that was faster than the length of the musket, and jumped off the high platform, like a big peng with wings spread and gliding in the sky.

Monk Chen walked straight towards the dozens of trembling pirates without squinting, and Liang Pengfei rolled his eyes sharply. "This bastard! Scholar, let people stare at it, Lao Tzu doesn't want someone to make a fool of himself at this time. ”

Bai Shusheng nodded, hooked his fingers behind him, and more than a dozen gunmen who stood with guns on their backs immediately stepped forward and put the rifles in their hands flat on their chests, these people were all the sharpshooters in the Liang Mansion, as long as they found that Monk Chen was in a little danger, they would shoot and kill all lives mercilessly.

The faces of the natives were filled with despair, and some of them screamed and screamed towards the crowd to the right, only to be chased away again by their blood-related companions with their fists, toes, and even teeth.

There were also a few sturdy natives who stood up, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, their heavy breathing swept in the wind, and their desperate and crazy eyes fearlessly greeted Monk Chen, who was walking quickly, like a group of wolves caught in the trap of hunters and about to fight back wildly.

The corners of Monk Chen's mouth showed a hint of a mocking smile, his heavy steps suddenly became lighter, and his speed was also accelerating, and the long knife in his hand danced in his palm with a round and dazzling slurry.

The three dying natives screamed and pounced with their bare hands, and at this moment, the desperate thought that they were about to pull on their backs for a while gave them unprecedented courage.

The sword light flew like snowflakes, without a line of condensation, and even made everyone feel that their eyes were bright, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes, after a few blinks, Monk Chen had already crossed the two natives who fought back to the death, and the two heads that flew into the air, the eyes that reflected the crazy gaze had turned into dead fish, and the hideous corners of his mouth had also become a dying silent cry.

Another native, who pounced, was hung from the body of Monk Chen's terrifying-looking war knife, his mouth was spurting blood, and his hands were holding the blade desperately, as if he wanted to pull it out of his chest.

Monk Chen shouted wildly, turned the handle of the knife, and slammed it upward, and actually lifted the natives hanging on the knife body into the air, threw it out, flew diagonally, and when it fell to the ground, there was no movement at all.

This knife not only made the courage of those natives who were about to take the knife back to the mother's womb, even with the support of the guards, a knife master like Shi Xianggu, who had just walked to the sidelines, couldn't help but gasp, and her pupils shrank slightly.

Not only because of Monk Chen's knife skills, but also what made her jealous was Monk Chen's rampaging strength, if an ordinary person cut off at most a head, his strength would be attenuated, but Monk Chen was as easy as picking two shiitake mushrooms from rotten wood. The last knife can only be done by a fierce man whose brute strength is comparable to that of a lion and tiger.

"It's really as fierce as a lion and tiger, killing three people in one step." Shi Xianggu couldn't help but praise in a low voice.

Liang Pengfei couldn't help but let out a loud whistle, he thought he was the best in the world in marksmanship, but he couldn't play more handsome than Monk Chen in knife skills. "Your grandmother's, the dog's monk, like a scholar, steals the limelight from Lao Tzu all day long." Although he scolded like this, the smile on the corner of his eyes revealed his sincere appreciation for his brave and peerless subordinates.

(To be continued)