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"What did they do when they came to Mexico, their filthy, vile Oriental pigs? Not only did they take our jobs from us, the Mexicans, they even lowered our salaries because they were willing to work at a lower salary, and they not only took away our jobs, but they also made our already meagre salaries even more meager...... Not only that, but these filthy Oriental pigs even use their so-called industriousness to seduce our women...... What's even more hateful is that these filthy pigs, after making a fortune in Mexico, did not buy a property here, but hoarded the money and sent it back to China...... Half of the department stores in Torreón are run by pigs, and even outside the city, almost all the vegetable cultivation and sales in the countryside are monopolized by pigs from China......"

Jesús? Franris

Flame!

The burning flames engulfed almost half of the city, and thick smoke filled the sky over the city, just a few hours earlier, the Mexican army guarding Torreón had withdrawn from the city, but for the city, to be precise, for the hundreds of Chinese in the city who had not yet retreated, the nightmare had only just begun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On May 15, at about 6 a.m., almost two hours after government troops had withdrawn from the city under the cover of night, Francisco ? The so-called "Revolutionary Mexican Army" led by Madero entered the city, and with the "Revolutionary Army" poured into the city of Torreón, a mob of more than 4,000 people, mostly from the city and its suburbs.

As with the vast majority of a rebellion, the followers of the rebels were nothing more than a bunch of thugs, and these thugs were in Jesus? Instigated by the anti-Chinese rhetoric propagated by Franries and others, they all regard the Chinese as enemies, and of course, they are also fat sheep for robbery, and all regard this war as an opportunity to make a fortune by robbery.

Almost from the beginning, the mob and rebels targeted the small number of Chinese in the city.

"Kill all the Chinese guys!"

Thousands of thugs poured into the commercial areas where Chinese shops were concentrated, and began to loot and vandalize shops, hunting down Chinese people everywhere in the streets, robbing them of valuables, stripping the dead of their clothes and mutilating their bodies.

The massacre reached its climax when looting mobs and rebels poured into Huamo Bank. The mob first stormed the hall and killed several bank employees. They chopped up the bodies of their victims with Mexican scythes and threw their severed heads and limbs into the streets.

At the same time, a small group of Mexican cavalry drove to the outskirts of Torreón and drove the Chinese vegetable farmers there to a nearby slaughterhouse, where they were shot en masse and then trampled their bodies under the hooves of their horses.

As a journalist, Diallo could hardly believe what he was seeing, he looked at the city in horror, watching the thugs keep setting fire to department stores belonging to Chinese, his lips trembling, and constantly chanting.

"God, God, what's going on here?"

As a cultist, he couldn't believe what was going on here, how could these thugs be so cruel!

Suddenly, with the sound of a password, followed by the sound of machine guns, like the crackling horns of firecrackers lit by Chinese during the celebration of a holiday, dozens of Chinese fell in rows like wheat harvesting, and unlike the mobs, this time, the slaughterers were the so-called "revolutionary army", and immediately after the massacre, the soldiers began to search for valuable things on the corpses.

This is not war! It's a massacre! Massacre against the Chinese!

Although stunned by the scene in front of him, Diallo continued to take photographs of what happened in Torreon, a scene that even Satan could not do, and the camera he held in his hand was the Chinese-made Phoenix 35mm camera, which allowed him to record the massacre on film on the streets.

Looking further into the distance, there are roaring mobs everywhere, and thousands of mobs wielding scythes in every street in the city's business district are constantly howling after fleeing Chinese and rushing to shops along the way. Not only Chinese, but even some Mexican shops will be these mobs howling and slamming open the doors of the shops and looting, stealing everything that is worth looting.

At this time, the city of Torreón was completely in chaos, and this so-called "revolution" was a carnival of mob fanatics to be precise, Mexicans with scythes and rifles, led by a team of more than a dozen "revolutionary soldiers" carrying rifles, robbing every place worth robbing. Rape, robbery, and massacre are staged in most corners of the city of Torreon.

A mob on the street set fire to looted shops, and then Mexicans with scythes shouted "Kill all the Chinese!" Burn these pigs", "Drive them all out of Mexico......"

The city has descended into madness, and there are dead bodies everywhere. As far as the eye could see, there were corpses all over the street, in the buildings, and in the shops, and the corpses could barely be seen. In Diallo's footage, there are massacre Chinese everywhere.

In the morning sun, the head of a Chinese was cut off from the body by a Mexican with a scythe, and then thrown into the street through a window, while the people on the street were reveling and kicking the heads of the people on it like a festival, and in the raging crowd, a revolutionary soldier with a gun on his back grabbed a little boy's heel, lifted him up, grabbed the little boy fiercely, and despite his struggle and screaming, threw him to the ground, and smashed the little boy's brain.

The heads of the slain Chinese rolled in the streets, their torsos still tied to the tails of their horses, and the bodies were dragged in the madness of the horses. And all around is Mexicans laughing wildly.

So much so that it's hard to believe that they are their own compatriots. After shooting a roll of film, Diallo felt that his hairs were about to explode, and when he changed the film, he looked up and saw a naked female corpse hanging from the telephone pole, the Mexican woman had been dead for a long time, and next to her, there was a dead baby, only a few months old.

"Vomit ......"

Unable to control the feeling of vomiting in his heart, Diallo lay on the ground and vomited heavily, until he vomited even bile, then he bit his lip and picked up the camera to take pictures of the tragic situation here, giving this woman and the baby a close-up.

"What kind of devil could do such a thing?"

Diallo, whose face was so pale that he even had some difficulty walking, kept muttering to himself, and at this time, looking at his compatriots who seemed to be having a carnival, he even had the illusion that they had completely become Satan, into demons.

Yes, they are all devils who have rushed out of hell!

And as a journalist, for Diallo, he knows that while he is witnessing this massacre, witnessing this atrocity, he will soon witness another thing - the revenge of the Chinese!

God knows what kind of trouble these atrocities will cause Mexico,

But there is no doubt that no country can remain silent in the face of the fact that its expatriates have been slaughtered, let alone that China has a fleet larger than that of the United States.

"Mexico is done ......"

After the last roll of film, Diallo, who had forgotten the time, hung his head and walked out of the city, every step of his way was so difficult, the whole way without saying a word, on the road to the outside of the city, there were still some people who fled, and after leaving the city of Torreón, at the edge of a vegetable garden outside the city, Diallo saw a Chinese boy lying on the vegetable garden with his back to the sky, this young man's dark complexion revealed that he was once a hard-working vegetable farmer, and at this time, he became a cold corpse. His eyes were wide open, his face was full of pain, and his body was full of marks of horses' hooves. Perhaps he was trampled to death by the men with the hooves of his horse.

His large, bright eyes were still open, as if he was looking at the world angrily.

"Oh God! What the hell did we do? ”

At the time of the photograph, Diallo suddenly knelt on the ground, where he cried loudly, and now, as a Catholic, he is no longer worried about the fate of Mexico, but as a Catholic, he repents for his compatriots and prays for the souls of these Chinese who have died.

And more than that, he was puzzled, he didn't know what all this was for, and he couldn't understand what kind of person could commit such an atrocity!

"Oh my God!"

Huang Kuanzhuo, who was desperately escorted out of the city by the servants, looked at the city behind him, tears flowed from his eyes, as a local overseas Chinese leader, he should have protected the overseas Chinese in the city, but now, he can only escape from the city with his family in a hurry.

"What the hell is going on?"

For Huang Kuanzhuo, he will never be able to understand what is going on, in his opinion, this should not happen, after all, the country is so strong now, but why does this kind of thing happen? What's more, in his memory, this kind of thing has never happened, and at the annual meeting of the embassy, doesn't the embassy often say that when the country is strong, foreigners will not bully them?

But why, now the Mexicans dare to kill them?

"Dad, let's go to Mexico City, go to Ambassador Liu, and tell him everything here, if he can't make decisions for us, let's go back to China, I don't believe it, the dignified China, can still let those Mexicans be bullied......"

As he spoke, when Huang Ziren looked at the city of Tuo Leon behind him, his sight was full of boundless hatred, and that hatred made him want to set the city on fire completely, as if only in this way could he vent his inner dissatisfaction and anger.

"Yes, go, go to Mexico City, go to Mexico City, we're going to let the government dictate for us......"

As the ambassador to Mexico, Liu Jingren could hardly believe his ears when he received the news from Torreón, so much so that he repeatedly asked, "Is it true?" ”。

Yes, if it was in the puppet Qing Dynasty, he could have understood that this would have happened, but now, the prestige of the Imperial Royal Navy has been known to the world for many years, and in this case, there will be that country that dares to massacre Chinese nationals in the face of the world's condemnation.

Not to mention Mexico, even those big countries may not dare to test China's determination on this issue, how did the Nanyang Special Consulate come about? Isn't it because of the expatriate incident, and then directly from the Dutch, even in that incident, those Dutch were just beating and killing dozens of people, and a massacre like the one in Torreón is even more unheard of, these Mexicans are really crazy.

"Ambassador Liu, the call of the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Mexico, he wants to ......"

Just when Liu Jingren was wondering if those Mexicans were crazy, a sudden phone call interrupted his thoughts, the foreign minister's phone call, how would he explain it on the phone?

If nothing else, they will surely shift the blame to the rebels, but will this solve the problem? Liu Jingren, who is familiar with China, hardly needs to think too much about it, and can guess what kind of uproar will be caused once the news is transmitted back to China, which is no less than a slap in the face in China. And what choice will Your Majesty make......

Pressing the telephone with his hand and looking at the light on the telephone, Liu Jingren hesitated for a while, should he answer this call or not?

Of course, more importantly, how should he express his anger and dissatisfaction, and how should he show his attitude?

As a diplomat, he knows very well that every second counts from now on, and his attitude can even determine the course of this matter, but what attitude should he take?

Anger, of course!

But how do you show your anger?

Looking at the telephone on the table, Liu Jingren hesitated and pondered, and after a long time, he picked up the phone.

"Hey, Your Excellency the Minister of Foreign Affairs, yes...... I think every one of us has heard of it......"

At this time, Liu Jingren's voice was extremely calm, calm and a little surprising, he could imagine that when the other party heard his voice, he would have an illusion, his voice was like an iceberg, and this was exactly the feeling he wanted to give the other party.

“…… Now, although as Ambassador Plenipotentiary to your country, I do not personally have any authority to deal with this matter, I have reported it to the country, and everything will be left to my Government to decide, I would like to ......"

The words were paused again, and Liu Jingren's calm and cold voice rose slightly.

"How stupid are those thugs, don't they know that they are provoking a country?" (To be continued.) )