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Flames and smoke were everywhere, harbours littered with ruins and dead bodies, huge ships flying red flags docked, countless red-clad soldiers searching the ruins on the shore, sporadic gunfire rang out from time to time, and the remnants of Arabs watched with grief and indignation as their homes changed hands.

"Kill, those who resist will not be killed!"

Zhou Tai, commander of the 1st Marine Brigade, said coldly.

The officer next to him waved his hand.

The Ming soldiers not far from him pulled the trigger one after another, and in the dense gunfire, hundreds of dazed Arab prisoners of war in front of them fell one after another, and those who were not shot screamed in horror and tried to escape, but unfortunately only a few seconds later, the Ming soldiers finished loading and re-aimed at them, when the second round of gunfire rang out, there were no Arab prisoners of war standing, and then those Ming soldiers stepped forward with rifles with bayonets, and indifferently mended the dead bodies on the ground one by one, as if they were doing the most trivial work, There were even quite a few soldiers talking and laughing.

This is the 1st Marine Brigade.

The number one executioner of the Ming army in the colonies.

Whether it is Luzon or Java, Malaya or Sumatra, they are everywhere to kill, countless aliens have fallen under their guns and bayonets, from the establishment of the present in less than ten years, this brigade has killed more than 200,000 people, it can be said that every soldier of this brigade has the blood of the colonial people on his hands.

And Zhou Tai was leisurely smoking a cigarette.

Around him were the terrified gazes of those Arabs.

He landed three hours earlier.

This originally belonged to a local chieftain's domain, but there were also forts and fortresses, but in the face of the terrifying firepower of the Nanyang Fleet, there was no difference, after a bombardment of naval artillery, the 1st Marine Brigade completely set foot on the land of the Arabian Peninsula with zero casualties, and the rest of the street fighting was not worth mentioning, the chieftain led all his troops to fight to the death, and only caused single-digit casualties to the Ming army, and then immediately after the whole army was wiped out, even he himself was shot and killed in the streets.

"You, come here!"

Zhou Tai beckoned to an Arab.

The latter was dazed for a moment, then stepped forward tremblingly.

"Burn that one!"

Zhou Tai pointed to the white temple not far away and said very casually, and at the same time waved to the side, and a soldier immediately carried a bucket of kerosene at the Arab's feet, and then threw him a box of matches, the latter obviously guessed what he meant, and immediately showed a look of fear on his face, and then screamed and threw the match away at once, as if he had touched a red-hot soldering iron.

Without hesitation, Zhou Tai raised his revolver and aimed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

"You, come here!"

Just as the dead body had fallen, he beckoned to another Arab.

The latter was so frightened that he turned around and ran.

Zhou Tai instantly rubbed off the hammer of the revolver, then aimed at his back and pulled the trigger.

"You, come here."

Then he smiled and beckoned to the third man.

The latter stepped forward trembling with the obvious water marks on his robe, and before he could speak, he picked up the oil drum, but at the same time, the revolver in Zhou Tai's hand once again erupted with a deadly bullet.

"I don't know the rules at all, did I tell you to do anything?"

He looked at the dead body at his feet and said speechlessly.

"You, come here."

Then he beckoned to the fourth Arab.

The man trembled and insisted on walking up to him, and then at last he could not support himself, and at once he lay at his feet, as he had done on the Hajj, and screamed in horror as he kowtowed desperately, and did not know what he was saying.

"You, go burn that."

Zhou Tai pointed to the temple and said kindly.

The man didn't hesitate to get up, went straight to the temple with the kerosene canister in his hand, took a few steps before he remembered to hurry back and pick up the matches, and almost stumbled towards the target again, and soon as he disappeared in four seconds, a raging fire rose from the temple. And all the Arabs who saw this scene were silent, and none of them dared to resist, and they were all there with fearful eyes, looking at their new masters, at the soldiers who exuded terror and murder, at the huge warships on the sea behind them, and at the dense guns on the warships.

"From this day forward, forget everything about your past."

Zhou Tai stood in front of the background of the flames and roared proudly.

"Forget your gods, forget your faith, forget your history, forget everything you need to forget, from today you have a new faith, the ancestral hall of the Holy Religion will soon be established here, the holy oracle is your only scripture, His Majesty the Ming Emperor is your new god, immediately burn your temple, burn your scriptures, burn your women's headscarves, if you don't burn them, then I will burn you."

Then he yelled again.

There were people in the crowd who knew Chinese and hurriedly relayed it to him.

This city is an important commercial port, there are often Ming merchant ships coming before, and there are even some branches of the Ming consortium here, so there is no shortage of people who understand Chinese, in fact, with the prosperity of trade, Chinese has been popularized in the world, and even European cities have a lot of understanding. As these people relayed, those Arabs trembled one by one with grief and indignation, but they did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, for fear that the demon on the opposite side would raise his hand to give him a shot, and it was obvious that the bloody methods of the Ming army had completely destroyed their courage.

Zhou Tai watched this scene with satisfaction.

"Sir, the reconnaissance airship has found a large number of enemy cavalry coming, due north, fifty miles away, and the number is not less than 10,000."

At this moment, the translator who was guarding the telegraph in the shade of a nearby tree suddenly shouted.

The Arabs' faces changed.

Obviously, this is very happy news for them, the cavalry that can come over at this time must be the coalition of other chiefs, there are many tribes in this area of Yemen, and these tribes often fight each other, but it is clear that in the face of the invasion of the Ming army, these chieftains finally abandoned their previous suspicions and united to defend their land and faith, the strength of tens of thousands of cavalry is strong enough, although these invaders from the east are very strong in combat, but after all, they are all infantry, twice as many as their cavalry, enough to drive them out of Aden and back to the sea.

"Are you happy? Do you think they'll be able to get rid of us? Do you feel like you have a glimmer of hope in front of you? ”

Zhou Tai said with a sneer.

"Then wait and meet despair!"

Then he said.

Two hours later, these Arabs did know what despair was, and the 10,000 cavalry coalition of the neighboring tribes was like a tidal wave crashing into a, and the warships on the sea kept making thunderous cannons, and the cannonballs kept obliterating the warriors of the lord one by one, and the rockets that shot from the shore crashed into them like strange roaring dragons, and the red-clothed demons poured bullets at them with their muskets, The charging cavalry struggled in vain in the fire of steel, and their heroic cries were finally exchanged for only dying screams.

10,000 cavalry, a whole 10,000 cavalry, turned into a sea of corpses and blood in front of them.

When hundreds of the most heroic soldiers, with their horsemanship and will, finally rushed to the front of the Ming army's position with cannonballs and bullets, tongues of fire erupted from those battleships on the seashore, and then these most heroic soldiers were shattered almost instantly. The real shattered bones, they were completely beaten into a pile of rotten flesh in the form of a human figure by those things that looked like bundles of iron pipes on the deck, piled up in front of the Ming army's position, piled up on the arid land, like a blood-red tombstone.

Tombstones of the old era.

"I don't know what is alive or dead."

Zhou Tai said disdainfully.

"Remember, from today onwards we are your masters!"

He turned and shouted at the desperate gaze of the Arabs.

Those Arabs knelt down subconsciously.

"Remember, from this day forward, I am your God!"

At the same moment, His Majesty Emperor Yang shouted in the same voice.

At this time, he was levitating in the sky with jet wings on his back, suspended in the background of the blue sky curtain and the scorching midday sun, suspended on the top of the Ruiguang Shwedagon Pagoda, which was 98 meters high and was made of gold leaf, and his wings were spread out, and the figure covered in golden armor blended well with him, and he seemed to be a real god descending from the sky at this time, standing high on an incomparably brilliant throne, looking down on his feet with a haughty and godlike gaze.

And his voice, despite the roar of the turbofan engine, is still clearly transmitted to the ground with the help of a super-powered sound system.

"Ministers knock on the God Emperor!"

Wu Sheng was the first to come to his senses, and without hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed to the ground and shouted.

"Ministers knock on the God Emperor!"

Then there were the soldiers of the Ming army who maintained order all around, and then there were all the foreign vassals of Burma, including the Burmese king Guningdane, the lords and ministers of the Burmese royal family, all of them fell to their knees in pieces, and soon those ordinary Burmese people also joined in the ranks of kneeling.

In front of this Shwedagon Pagoda, everyone finally fell to their knees and worshiped their gods, their gods, and their masters.

From this moment on, their beliefs also changed.

And not far from here, in a locked mansion, the bald heads who had been imprisoned were still chanting in a low voice, but soon a majestic voice came from the sky, and several small bald heads stopped and raised their heads blankly, looking at the glorious pagoda that once belonged to them with the same blank gaze, and the golden light shone at the top of the pagoda, and the shape of the wings could be faintly seen.

Suddenly, the light rose into the sky, piercing the blue sky with two strange white marks.

The next moment, he disappeared into the sunlight. (To be continued.) )