Macau, Fox Church, is now in ruins.

Tang Ruola's remaining troops are not much, not to mention that Li Yan and Cai Lian have been planning for a long time, and they have already made a draft for this operation.

Before Tang Ruola sent his troops, he killed the local Tongzhi Zheng Da, and Zhao Guangyi, the Qing Xiangshan County, and sent people to block the government and the government, killing more than 1,000 local officers and soldiers in Macao, and the people in the towns and townships were also brutally suppressed by the Portuguese who stayed behind.

But because of this, the long-standing dissatisfaction of the local people in Macao with the Portuguese has almost reached its peak. The government was killed, the fig leaf of "rental" was torn off, and the terror of the exiled slaves was truly pressed on their heads, and the Red Flag Gang used its influence on the coast to agitate hundreds of people with almost no effort to storm the Portuguese churches.

The Portuguese, on the other hand, were very nervous, and in such a situation, they did not hesitate to kill them, but they added fuel to the fire. On the contrary, it aroused the common hatred of the local natives.

Cai's smuggling ship brought boxes of muskets and weapons, which were escorted by the Tianbo Division's escort troops and 500 gold men. Qianjun Biao, nephew Nong, Zhao Xiaoyi, and others were also among them, and they simply entangled the local aborigines, rose up, and together with the remnants of the official army, they killed the governor's palace of Arica......

At this moment, the dust settled, and the local natives holding torches vented their long-standing anger and blood and tears, looting, setting fires, crying, scolding, and chaos everywhere.

The corpses and scorched black marks everywhere were shocking, and Cha Xiaodao bit the cigarette roll, obviously the surprise attack was successful and he won a complete victory, but his expression was a little gloomy.

Cha Xiaodao's eyes caught a glimpse of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl falling into a puddle of blood, dressed in a dirty black and white nun's suit, like a deer under a shotgun, and behind her were four or five emaciated villagers with frenzied expressions holding torches in desperate pursuit.

The curse gradually approached, and Cha Xiaodao stared at the girl's face, with high eyebrows and long eyelashes, and a brittle beauty embryo, at first glance, no different from the locals, but if you look closely, you can indeed see the characteristics of Portuguese blood.

It's a half-blood.

"Don't let go of this little red-haired ......"

"I saw her hiding behind the red-haired portrait!"

Cha Xiaodao touched a broken brick with a cold face and smashed it on the back of the head of the man in charge, these mobs immediately raised their muskets, aimed at Cha Xiaodao, took the lead and looked at it carefully, and hurriedly asked the people behind him to put down the gun.

"Strong, strong...... You? ”

"Get out."

The man lowered his eyebrows, waved his hand in a hurry, and left with the person behind him.

There are lying corpses lying down around the crackling fire, but if you look closely, there are not too many Portuguese people, more of them are leftover mixed-race, or even simply pure-blooded locals, who only believe in Catholicism, or have a closer relationship with the Portuguese, and are also killed alive by the mob instigated by Hongqi and Cai Yan.

The red-haired ghost has occupied Macao for more than a hundred years, pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, and the emotions are stirred, some tenses are uncontrollable, not to mention that whether it is Cai Lian or Li Yan, it is impossible to think about these in advance.

But for many things, being aware of it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.

Cha Xiaodao was speechless for a long time, and Li Yan's conversation and laughter when he hugged his shoulders were still in his ears: "Twelve pictures of strange beasts, there is still one missing without a whereabouts, but the opportunity of the red-haired riot is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and now their nest is empty, I contacted Cai Lian again, let's occupy Macao first, and then slowly find the remaining picture." Knife, don't be soft-hearted when the time comes......"

"His majesty, the great power of God, bestows happiness and well-being on believers~"

The girl held her head and repeated this sentence in a hoarse voice. There was no sparkle in his dim eyes.

Cha Xiaodao squatted down, staring at the girl for a while with bloodshot eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

"...... you" Cha Xiaodao held back a sentence: "Are you hungry?" ”

"His majesty, the great power of God, bestows happiness and well-being on believers~"

"His majesty, the great power of God, bestows happiness and well-being on believers~"

"His majesty, the great power of God, bestows happiness and well-being on believers~"

The girl shivered, without saying anything, and muttered nervously in her mouth, she grew up in the church. The closest person is Sister Ashusha, and the favorite thing to eat is Aunt Asusha's croissants, only today, the flames and blood rudely destroy her narrow world.

There were horses' hooves trampling through the dirt, and a middle-aged man riding a horse with a musket on his shoulder, majestic.

In this surprise attack, the red flag took the lead in Cha Xiaodao, and his strength has been proven at the Tianbo Division Conference, and no one is unconvinced. As for Cai Lian, it was Yan Laoqi, who did not make a move at the Tianbo Division Conference, who led the team, and this person was full of ghost ideas. The details of inciting the riots of the indigenous people of Macao were planned by him.

Yan Laoqi swept through a mess of corpses, and behind the horse's ass were the local natives who participated in the storming of the Governor's Palace, all with bloody blades.

"Folks! The red-haired son killed my father and brother, insulted my wife and daughter, and now, the day of revenge for you and me has come. ”

Yan Laoqi looks heroic, looks very good, and his voice is very infectious.

Everyone's eyes were red, and there was a bang.

"The time for revenge has come!"

Yan Laoqi then shouted: "Not a single red-haired ghost can be let go, never let these eight kings and eight lambs harm others again!" ”

"Not a single red-haired ghost can be spared."

In the crowd, the sound wave grew louder and louder.

Cha Xiaodao was dressed in sloppy leather armor, with split ends and oily hair, and it was messy. He pursed his lips and pulled the girl on the ground, ignoring the girl's crying, carrying her on his shoulders and walking back, staggering with the team led by Yan Laoqi.

Yan Laoqi naturally saw Cha Xiaodao, he arched his hand, and his tone was a little respectful and deliberately close: "Brother Cha, what are you going to do." ”

The little girl who was carrying the nun's robe on the knife didn't look at him.

"Stomach hurts, go."

……

Bishop Tangruola's face was not bloody, he ignored the support of the servant next to him, rushed up, two thin palms supported the table, looked down at the contents of the parchment, his mouth squirmed for a while, he tightened the gold-veined robe on his body, took a few steps back and did not speak.

Alex's face changed several times, but he swallowed his saliva and reluctantly spoke: "Lord Bishop, as long as we defeat the pirates of the Far East in the frontal battle, we can get back everything we lost." ”

"And if we fail, we will also lose everything, under your will, Your Excellency!"

Tang Ruola replied coldly.

Considering the domestic political situation and the strong influence of the East India Company on the other side of the ocean, even if the other party was a Protestant who should be burned at the stake, Bishop Don Ruola has always maintained a relatively polite attitude towards this Lord Sir Wang, but this time, Tang Ruola, who was served in the old nest, couldn't help but get angry......

Alex noticed that Bishop Donura's words were thorny, and he did not lose his temper, but dissuaded in a deep voice: "Then, let me change my story, Lord Bishop. In addition to the war, do you think that the church and the royal family of your country can still retake Macao? ”

After a pause, he asked again: "Does the Bishop think that the Portuguese royal family, which has not declared war on the government, can continue to obtain permission from the Chinese emperor to lease Macao, or do you think that the lawless pirates of the Far East will obediently withdraw from Macao?" ”

An uncontrollable church servant yelled at Alex, "This war! It was originally provoked by Hasting! ”

Tang Ruola glanced back at the man, and cold sweat flowed from the face of the person he was staring at. After a long while, Tang Ruola retracted her gaze and sighed deeply:

"You're right, Lord Sir. So what should we do now, according to your judgment? ”

Alex took a deep breath: "It's not just us who has a backyard fire. Isn't it? ”