It was only at this time that the two headless corpses slowly fell, smashing into a pool of blood on the ground, and also on the hearts of those Luzon natives, smashing out a deep pit of despair!

On the side of Young Master Liang, Bai Shusheng's eyes were so red that he gritted his teeth: "The monk of the dog, this time he actually grabbed the front of Lao Tzu." ”

Monk Chen raised the overgrown Xueliang war knife in his hand, raised his head, and his gaze was more dazzling than the blade, his face was as cold and hard as steel, and the roar even overshadowed the noisy waves, as well as the screaming wind. "A few more of them! Why, are they all a bunch of unhung people? Where is your courage to bully my fellow citizens?! Where is it?! ”

The rock-like muscles and the majestic body of the lion tiger make him as majestic as the god of war, the rolling clouds and lightning, and the light wind seem to be the gods in the sky cheering for him, Monk Chen raised his sword to the sky and roared, as if the scene of the god of war coming to the world seemed to be frozen in the eyes of everyone.

The fear of powerlessness had spread to the necks of the natives of Luzon, who were gulping in for air, their dead gray faces revealing frustration and despair that penetrated to their bones.

"Come with me! Die here! Monk Chen strode over to the group of natives standing on the left, the blade in his hand was still dripping with crimson blood to the ground, and the violence was engraved all over his face, and the killing intent was like straight wolf smoke, piercing the sky.

Watching these walking corpse-like Luzon natives shudder in front of him, Monk Chen spat out a thick phlegm, and inserted the long knife back into the sheath with great satisfaction, and scolded angrily: "Your grandmother's is really a group of eggless seeds!" ”

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There were a total of eighty-seven Luzon natives, excluding the three who had been slaughtered by Monk Chen, and eighty-four Luzon natives were left kneeling under the high platform where Liang Pengfei was standing, Liang Pengfei stepped on the edge of the high platform, and his eyes looked down on these captives who didn't even need ropes like eagles soaring high.

Liang Pengfei shook his head, these Luzon natives who had been pulled to the bones and broken their backbones were not even worthy of lifting shoes for any of his pirates.

"I, Young Master Liang, have decided to mercifully forgive your humble life, because your cowardice and cowardice have won you a chance to survive." Liang Pengfei's expression was so merciful, so compassionate that he was like making a grand wish to cross countless people to reach the Elysian World.

Hearing this, these Luzon natives, who had thought they were going to die, showed a look of disbelief and ecstasy, and knocked their heads frantically at Liang Pengfei, expressing to Liang Pengfei in their stammering Spanish that they were great good citizens.

"Do not be in a hurry to praise me, I need you to be my messengers, to tell your fellow citizens what you have seen today. Brother Pao, you can start. The corners of Liang Pengfei's mouth curled, revealing a hideous and cruel smile, and his big hand waved down violently.

Brother Li nodded coldly, and lit the fuse of the cannon in those stunned eyes, and the ten cannons that had been filled with scattered shells seemed to have been ignited with passion, spraying scorching flames to their heart's content, and the screaming fragments and tiny lead pellets rode on the wings of the joyful screaming fire spirits, rushing towards the dense, stunned and incredulous crowd, tearing their thin clothes, burrowing into the skin, and struggling forward in the muscles...... Most of the native Luzon natives were huddled together desperately, desperate and numb to accept the fate of death, and some of the natives who still had hope of survival screamed and frantically pounced on the pirates around them, hoping in vain to find a way out, but were immediately beaten into a honeycomb by the dense lead pellets.

The cannons were roaring, the muskets were spraying, the severed arms and stumps and the red blood were splashing everywhere, the desperate cries of the natives seemed to tear off the entire city of Manila, and the Spaniards who were forced to stand behind Liang Pengfei to watch the ceremony had their pupils shrunk into the eyes of needles, their faces were as pale as dying patients, and the frightened gaze that looked at Liang Pengfei's tall back was like seeing the demon king of the abyss of hell descending into the world.

They couldn't have imagined that Liang Pengfei only spared these more than 80 natives, and it seemed that he wanted to slaughter all the remaining natives standing in the open field.

Although the Spaniards did not know how many times they had done such a massacre on the American continent before this, but at this moment, they felt the panic and trembling in their hearts, because at this moment, they were no longer the executors of the massacre, but the surrenderers who were forced to stand here and watch this bloody scene.

A few Spaniards, who could not stand the bloody scene, even lay on their stomachs and vomited as if the good meal they had last night had turned into vomiting poison.

Governor Marcello drew a cross on his chest with all his might, and his bloodless mouth trembled, like the bark of an old tree that had dried up and made the autumn wind tremble.

Lieutenant Colonel Juan closed his eyes and silently chanted something, as if praying for his fate like the God he believed in.

Ten minutes, a full ten minutes later, the expressionless Liang Pengfei raised his arm, and at this moment, all the gunfire suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared, only the smoke of gunpowder still permeating here and the corpses in that place recorded the brutal massacre just now.

In the clearing, there was a small group of natives huddled together, they had miraculously escaped the bombardment of artillery and muskets, but their numb expressions, and their dull idiot gazes, made everyone understand that although their bodies were still alive, their souls were dead, and they were nothing more than a group of walking dead.

The eighty-four natives who had collapsed on the dirt beneath the high platform, their crotches full of fishy stench, their expressions as numb and desperate as those of their compatriots standing in the middle of the clearing.

Liang Pengfei opened his mouth again: "Very good, you are very lucky, you have become the winner of this game, you have the right to live, but I have given you the right to live, you must give me something in return, I want you, bring my words, to your relatives, your friends, your race, tell them, today, I, Liang Pengfei, hereby declare, if, from today onwards, there is another one of my compatriots, and then fall under your sword, then, you will pay at least a hundred lives to die for my compatriots; If ten of my compatriots fall, then you will have to pay a thousand lives, and if there is one more, then I will wipe you off this island, and all of you will be turned into maggots in the soil, fertilizer in the land, and history! ”

Liang Pengfei turned his head and glanced at the Spaniards, all of whom bowed their heads humbly and bent their proud bodies, as if their courtiers were submitting to the king. "I will be here, set up a monument, engrave my words today, I want you to remember all the time, even if you die, your souls will not dare to forget the oath I made here today!"

The choking sound sounded continuously, and Liang Pengfei dropped a long knife out of the sheath off the platform, and his gentle tone was like a landlord telling his tenants. "As for you, you have to do me a favor, pick up these knives, help your compatriots who have not yet lost their breath, end their suffering sooner, let them return to the arms of your ancestors sooner and cry about my evil deeds, hehehe......" Young Master Liang's laughter was like an owl that swept over the wasteland at midnight, making people shudder.

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All the Luzon Chinese originally looked at Liang Pengfei with gratitude, but now, many compatriots have lowered their heads to express their respect and awe for Liang Pengfei that penetrates into their bones. Liang Pengfei stood on the high platform for a long time, his eyes swept over these compatriots who were related by blood, which was more in line with Liang Pengfei's wishes. In these years, he wants a group of compatriots who are grateful to him to have a hairy use, and what he needs is a group of comrades-in-arms who can listen to his own command and can follow his blade and bravely kill the enemy.

"For tomorrow, for my goal, why do you care so much, even if Lao Tzu is a sinner in the whole world?!" Young Master Liang sniffed, smacked his cigar hard, and spewed out a complete smoke ring.

The sky flashed with thunder and lightning, and the storm that had been held back for a whole night finally came at this time, and the dense rain and arrows washed away the blood on the ground, revealing the severed limbs and stumps that had lost their blood, and the natives of Luzon who were shivering in the soup were gritting their teeth, and blood and tears, numbly carrying knives and staggering among the corpses, and solving the lives of their compatriots with their own hands.

"Liang Shao, are you okay?" Shi Xianggu wore a robe, stood beside Liang Pengfei, and reached out to Liang Pengfei to hand over an umbrella.

Liang Pengfei came back to his senses, flew the cigar cartridge that was extinguished by the rain into the rain and mist, opened the umbrella, and blocked it above Shi Xianggu's head. "I'm nothing, but you, why are you still running out when you're injured." The indulgence and pity in the gentle words made Shi Xianggu feel that her heart was warm enough to dispel the coldness brought by the rain.

"I didn't expect so many people to die today." Shi Xianggu frowned slightly unbearably.

Liang Pengfei smiled faintly: "Yes, but compared to the suffering of our compatriots for hundreds of years, I still feel that it is far from enough." ”

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Shi Xianggu shook her head and said a little unshyly: "You're right, I'm too soft-hearted." ”

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(To be continued)