Chapter 24, the twenty-seven moments of Chongzhen's four years (24)

Moment 24: Manila's internationalist warriors

6-1 February, Manila, Philippines

For those who live in the city of Manila, there is no dreaded time of the day than noon. In the morning, the breeze knocks on the window and seeps into the house, which makes people feel refreshed. However, the good times did not last long, and the morning breeze had just washed away the people's sleepiness and lifted their spirits, and the scorching heat came from the window. Even if you lean against the window, you can't look far away from the sea, because the flash of the waves is like a raging coal fire, and the walls of the houses emit a dizzying white light, and the sky is like a sea of fire, which pierces people's eyes. Then, before noon, leaving the house has become a torture like throwing yourself into purgatory, and it is equally unbearable to stay in the house, and the irresistible Sandman has returned, forcing people into a sweltering cage of gauze tents and pillows—as long as it doesn't rain, the weather close to noon will force people to hide back in their houses and spend the terrible time in their tents and beds. It wasn't until dusk that people woke up from their slumber and felt a little more relaxed.

Even though the Spaniards who had crossed the ocean conquered the Philippines, they themselves were subsequently conquered by the Philippine weather and had to change their habits to schedule the most important activities of the day at dusk or evening.

But in recent days, even in the middle of the day, the streets of Manila have been bustling and bustling. For the colonial forces of the Philippines had just won a glorious victory, which had succeeded in sweeping the vast expanse of land from the Lingayen, the Agno River valley to the Godillilah Mountains, easily clearing out hundreds of Iroko and burning the villages of the descendants of these fierce pirates. This was followed by the capture of the rich Baguio Valley, the coveted gold mines there, and surprisingly few casualties in battle.

When the expeditionary force was sent back to Manila, the Governor of Juan o Salamanca, overjoyed, ordered a procession and a celebration of all sorts - the most popular of the Spaniards, parades, plays, balls, banquets, bullfights, cockfights, ...... If you don't say it, you have to toss it for about a week.

Among them, those of the upper class of whites were able to enjoy relatively "elegant" theater and bullfights, and attend lavish balls and banquets. The vast majority of the inferior whites, overseas Chinese and natives, in addition to participating in the chaotic street parades, can only go to see the relatively cheap cockfighting.

In the Parian district, a Chinese settlement outside Manila, among the low-rise buildings with bamboo and grass roofs, the cockfighting ring is the most eye-catching. Farther north, in the Binondo district, there is also a cockfighting ring mainly used by the Tagalog, but it is much smaller and more rudimentary than the cockfighting arena here - which also reflects the difference in financial or spending power between the two sides: the Chinese in the Philippines have always been richer than the natives since ancient times.

At first glance, this architectural Parian cockfighting arena looks like a large bamboo cage used by wealthy oriental idlers to raise parrots. The arena is surrounded by wooden planks to form a three-story balcony, and in the center is a circular cockfighting ring. The conical ceiling is also made of bamboo, and there are several skylights on it for lighting and ventilation. Whenever a tropical rainstorm suddenly falls and it is too late to close the skylight, the cockfighting cocks in the ring and the audience on the balcony become soup chickens together. Still, when there is a cockfighting competition, the inside of this large birdcage is hard to find. Each visitor had to pay a copper entrance fee, and the entire cockfighting ring, which could accommodate up to five hundred people, was always full, and there were people standing outside who couldn't crowd in—large groups of natives, Chinese, mestizos, and white Europeans made the place buzzing; Coupled with the roosters full of pits and valleys, the noisy cries have been coming and going, resounding inside and outside the field.

In the midst of all the noise, there was no movement in the cockfighting ring, and a Chinese in a silk shirt, the referee of the cockfighting competition, walked around the ring, collecting bets from the spectators. As if inspired by the atmosphere, the audience threw out a large number of silver coins, as well as whole pieces of Chinese silver ingots, and even the occasional bag of gold placer in a small cloth bag. The referee placed the bets in piles on the sand of the cockring, and the audience enthusiastically discussed the winner of the previous game, scrambling to see whose rooster would win this time.

Then, finally, two Tagalog "chickens" came on the field. Obviously, they are all veterans of the cockfighting industry, and with a few teasings, the two roosters will have straight feathers, purple crowns, and they are furious, and they have a life-and-death posture. The audience was immediately in an uproar and excitement.

“…… Bet another hundred pesos, bet on the yellow one," shouted a white European in a captain's costume. The sound was like a boulder falling on the shore, stirring up countless waves - people were in a commotion, and you and I echoed, reaching out to each other or patting each other on the shoulders to make additional bets.

In the face of the loud noise, the "chickens", who had long been ignorant of this, just calmly took off the holster from the chicken feet, revealing the sharp blades behind the legs and shins.

Then, with the sound of a gong, the referee made a gesture, and the "chickens" of both sides released the roosters at the same time.

I saw these two little fighters spread their neck hair, lowered their heads, and confronted each other for a long time, and suddenly jumped up and flew towards each other. And the captain, who had made a heavy bet, cheered like a beast's howl...... After a while, the two roosters turned around, bent over each other, and slammed into each other, and so on for three or four rounds, pieces of chicken feathers flew everywhere. The yellow rooster swept over his opponent's head and scratched it with his claws; The white rooster who fought against it did not show weakness, and counterattacked, kicking the opponent with one kick.

Seeing that the rooster he had bet on did not seem to be very strong, the white captain immediately began to curse angrily, and it was not until the rooster got back on his feet and pounced on the enemy with double ferocity that the captain got back to his feet, waved his arms and shouted, and the spectators who had placed the bet on the rooster with him cheered in unison. But at this time, it was no longer clear what to distinguish, and the battle entered the melee stage, and the fighters bit the cockscomb and twisted into a ball, and suddenly this one fell, and suddenly that one was knocked to the ground, and there were bloodstained chicken feathers everywhere, mixed with clouds of sand and dust.

At the same time, on the highest steps of the cockfighting ring, a slender man sat quietly, wrapped in a black cloak, dressed like a monk, and without betting with anyone, with a muscular Filipino servant standing beside him. In any case, the blackfriar and his servant did not pay much attention to the situation in the cockfighting ring, but seemed to be quite interested in the fanatical white captain.

I saw that the white captain was raising his spasmodic fist above his head, and let out a creepy scream - the yellow-haired fighting he had bet on had fallen to the ground on its side, and although it was difficult to get up again, and limped away, it had not been a few steps and fell down again, and could only drag its wings and slowly squirm on the sand, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, like a defeated Roman gladiator.

Seeing that the victory and defeat in the cockfighting ring had been divided, the crowd of onlookers became noisy again, some smiling, some pale, but they could only silently hand over their bets to the winner. The owner of the defeated side lowered his head and picked up his yellow, "...... Make it into a salad that bastard has taken my three hundred pesos," the white captain who had lost three hundred pesos roared at the dying fighting cock and frantically flailed his fist.

It wasn't until the next pair of rooster warriors appeared that his mania subsided a little. The rest of the audience was even more enthusiastic, because the two new fighting cocks were taller and stronger than the previous pairs. When two Tagalog "chickens" loaded the fighting with a blade, the audience was in an uproar, and the gamblers took out their bets one after another. “…… Three hundred pesos," the red-eyed captain held up a pocket, "...... Once all-in to the red, it will surely die to the gray one" The shouts of the crowd became noisier, and soon piles of high and short bets were re-built around the ring.

Unfortunately, the captain made the wrong bet again - after a fierce fight, the silver rooster stabbed the blade deep into the heart of the flaming rooster, causing the latter to fall down in an instant, becoming a slightly wriggling ball of filthy fur, with blood still bubbling from its mouth......

The wonderful game came to an end, and no one paid attention to when the man in black on the third floor left. The crowd was immersed in a frenzied tumult, and then there was a small commotion, and the white captain, in his agitation, broke the seat and rolled off the balcony. He was lucky not to be physically injured, but he lay straight on the ground, groaning in pain along with those he had crushed.

An hour later, the captain, who had lost his last silver coin, staggered into a tavern in the docks of the Bashi River, pulled out some copper and asked for a large glass of tuba made from coconut water, which is about the cheapest alcoholic drink in the Philippines, and cursed the ruthlessness of fate as he sipped.

“… Captain Fernando, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, let's have a good drink."

While the ill-tempered captain was cursing, a native Filipino dressed as a servant sat down beside him and deliberately pushed his clay glass in front of Captain Fernando. The Captain Fernando couldn't help but widen his eyes and nose twitching, greedily sucking the aroma of this glass of Castilian wine, and at the same time his face was a little strange: a low-class indigenous person of the Philippines who did not look amazing could afford to drink this kind of red wine from Spain, which was trafficked halfway around the world and sold at a high price in Manila?

Then, he finally faintly recognized that the indigenous Filipino servant seemed to be a close associate of his nearest employer.

Sure enough, just as he expected, the generous Filipino indigenous servant continued slowly.

“…… My master, Mr. Captain, is very pleased with the information you brought back last time from Batavia concerning the 'Americans' and 'Australians'. So, he's got a new business for you......"

The native servant smiled and said in Spanish, then placed a golden object on the table and pressed it under another ordinary clay cup, "...... For an adventurer living at sea, both wealth and excitement are indispensable, my friend, especially after a big gamble...... My host is in the private room next door, please come with me. ”

Seeing that the other party had turned to stand up, as if he was about to leave, Fernando hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and held down the gold coin, slowly wrapping it into his sleeve. “…… Whatever," said the captain, said to himself, "...... Anyway, there's nothing left to lose. He dropped his glass, grabbed his hat, and followed the servant's back to the back of the tavern.

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Half an hour later, Captain Fernando, who had become more energetic, walked out of the tavern with a bulging money bag - in exchange for the money, he had to gather the sailors at once and go to the "Australian" lair in Lingao County, Hainan Island, to make another cameo as a spy while doing business, to make sure that the huge multinational fleet that had been gathered in Batavia had been transferred there, whether there was any sign of a war of conquest, and whether the Americans were plotting against the Australians......

After a few more minutes, the mysterious blackfriar and his Filipino servant also walked out of the tavern and slowly walked in the direction of the governor's palace. It was sunset in Manila, and the sun was beginning to set into the clouds that were gradually rising from the sea level, and the golden light that came out of the cracks in the clouds reflected the brilliant brilliance on the tranquil waters of the Bashi River. The upper-class ghetto near the Governor's Palace had become extremely lively at this time. The ladies and ladies who were about to attend the dinner gently shook their silk fans, rode through the market in carriages or sedan chairs, competed in their costumes and jewelry, and flaunted them with various buns of different heights; The Spanish gentlemen, dressed in dark Pulpovan coats and ruffled collars soaked in sweat, were tightly tied around their necks, and they talked to each other as if they were eager to plunge into some sea of music, wine, and pleasure.

“…… It's really a little too lively, don't you think? Max? ”

Looking at the bustling street scene, the blackfriar suddenly stopped, turned to his Filipino servant, and said.

“…… I think it's okay, Lord Hale. ”

Marcos, a Filipino from the 21st century, replied, "...... Manila is the poorest and most boring country country than it was in our time."

“…… No, Marcos, I'm not talking about this Manila city, I'm talking about the world... The American Republic of North America, the East Coast Republic of South America, the so-called Australians of Hainan Island, and the real Australia of the South...... Oh, damn it, I really don't know how many modern Chinese have traveled through time and space to come to this world, do they want to conquer the entire earth? ”

The blackfriar, also from the twenty-first century, sighed and shook his head, lifting his hood to reveal an oriental face, "...... Even the current Japan is no longer the Japan I remember...... Damn, it's a devastating feeling."

- The old man Hale, or Brother Paul, dressed as a monk, was originally named Evaristo before he traveled through time. Rosa. Okamoto's Japanese-Brazilian student, a wanted terrorist - despite Okamoto and his father, who was suspected of being a member of the Japanese Red Army, usually described himself as an "internationalist revolutionary" and was seen by many collaborators as "anti-American fighters who brought their own food."

In 1974, at the age of 30, Keiji Okamoto left his hometown with his wife and children, and finally settled in a village on the outskirts of São Paulo. Although post-war Japanese immigration** had passed in the seventies, no one in Brazil, with millions of Japanese descent and expatriates, paid much attention to the arrival of a new Japanese immigrant. It's just that as time goes by, the local Japanese community gradually becomes a difficult person to approach, especially dislike dealing with immigrants from his country. Unbeknownst to them, the farmer, who claimed to be from Kumamoto, was a distant relative of Kozo Okamoto, who made a name for himself a year earlier for shooting at Tel Aviv International Airport, and who had immigrated to Brazil to avoid being pursued by the police. This has been carefully concealed by Keiji. His son's Portuguese name was given by his stepmother - in his third year in Brazil, Keiji Okamoto's Japanese wife died of illness, and after a few years of widowhood, he married a Catholic Brazilian woman of mixed descent, adding the surname to his son's name.

Growing up on a near-isolated Brazilian farm, Okamoto was as silent as his father. In addition to farm work, he specialized in repairing automobiles and various agricultural machinery and equipment, which earned him a lot of praise among the Japanese diaspora in the surrounding villages. And when Evaristo was admitted to the Florida Institute of Technology and went to study in the United States, it even caused quite a stir among the local Japanese residents who have been farming for generations.

Kookamoto, who was studying for his degree, did not show any remarkable peculiarities in general. So, when his college professors and classmates were questioned by federal agents, most of them could recall only a medium-sized, mild-mannered, reticent student of Japanese descent who was hardworking, had good grades, was interested in Oriental history in addition to his studies in mechanical and chemical engineering, and taught himself Arabic in addition to Japanese. To finance his travels to Asia, he spent his vacations working for Union Pacific, refurbishing and maintaining antique steam locomotives, and Okamoto's enthusiasm for old machinery impressed railroad engineers.

If it weren't for a fortuitous anti-narcotics operation, the police found detailed drawings of a remote-controlled explosive device and some of the parts that had been made from his apartment, and Kookamoto might have continued to play the role of a harmless student.

Some clues that emerged from the US police and intelligence services gradually made some of the shocking facts clearer and clearer -- this seemingly mild-mannered and benign Japanese-Brazilian student actually worked closely with the peripheral organizations of "Al Qaeda" and served as their military engineer. The bombs would have been smuggled into Japan and reassembled for use in attacks on U.S. embassies and U.S. military bases

Despite his identity revealed, Kokamoto, a self-proclaimed "internationalist revolutionary," was not arrested and did not flee back to Brazil as the police had expected. A year and a half later, he was now in a training camp in southern Lebanon, and then briefly in Palestine and Syria several times over the next few years. The last time Okamoto's whereabouts were known to Americans was in war-torn Iraq, when he had escaped a U.S. raid on a terrorist group's underground weapons factory and had since disappeared from the world.

-- Unbeknownst to the FBI and the CIA, after fleeing Iraq in a hurry, Okamoto Jr. panicked aboard a smuggling ship under the name Hale and began to participate in arms smuggling. But before he could make a name for himself in the arms trade, a journey through time and space, like the legendary Philadelphia city, befell him unexpectedly—when the dying Okamoto was washed up by the waves on the beachhead of the coral reef, he miraculously survived, surviving for more than two months by drinking rainwater, shellfish, and raw fish. Then, perhaps God answered his prayers in despair, and a Portuguese merchant ship bound for Malacca rescued him.

So, the terrorist Evaristo. Okamoto, who turned into an arms dealer Paul. Hale was then transformed into a Japanese Chejitan Paul, who was persecuted for his religion and forced into exile. Takayama - The cumbersome religious rituals that his stepmother had instilled in him since childhood were very beneficial to the identity of the fanatical believers in disguise at present, and even the little traces of faith left over from his childhood gradually took over his mind in a distorted form.

Perhaps then God suddenly showed great mercy to the impostor. Not long after arriving in Malacca, Paul. Takayama became famous for the defeat of the Aceh Sultan ** team who besieged Malacca again after making rockets. When some Jesuits openly questioned his origins out of jealousy, he followed in the footsteps of his great kin, Shigetomo Takayama (a Japanese Catholic daimyo who died in Manila in 615 after being expelled from Japan by order of Tokugawa Ieyasu for his religious beliefs). At that time, Portugal and Spain were in the process of unification and were annexed by Spain as a single country, but the vast majority of Portuguese were very resistant to this and refused to recognize themselves as Spaniards. ）

In the Philippines, he helped the governor build new ordnance, built a gunpowder factory, and personally participated in the conquest of the pagan natives, and finally achieved initial success in gaining the trust of the Spanish colonial government and the church. Especially the recent victorious expedition made Paul. Takayama's prestige rose to a new level, and he took credit for the war with all his wisdom and wisdom in the new cannons and rockets, though he was bound to face the praise with his commendable humility. But his exploits and name will certainly be reported to the Spanish Indian House by the Viceroy, and even before King Philip IV, and some say that he may even be canonized as a nobleman. A bride born as an illegitimate daughter of a nobleman was already waiting for him to marry - an undignified illegitimate daughter, but a rare honor for his alien race.

However, the ambitious Hale is not interested in any of this - what is the title of liberator of mankind compared to that? If it weren't for the fact that this marriage could effectively cement his position in Manila and allow him to gain enough official support from Manila, he would not have bothered to pay attention to it.

He tried to win the trust of the Philippine Governor-General precisely to get the Spaniards to support his cause. According to historical records, within a few years, a major Christian revolution (Amakusa Rebellion) would break out in Japan. As long as the Philippine governor agreed to send an expeditionary fleet, within half a year, he would be able to arm Japan with an army using new firearms, completely smash the samurai army of the shogunate, and liberate Japan from the ignorant and barbaric Tokugawa shogunate. Just like Evaristo before the crossing. Okamoto, like his father, always worked to liberate Japan from the oppression of US imperialism...... According to his thoughts, the Japanese people of this time and space, whether Christian or not, would be grateful for the gospel he brought. And when he had mastered a country thoroughly, the Spaniards would have no way of whipping him - he could only hope to die for his ideals; In this time and space, he seems to have seen that the laurels of the liberator of Japan and the throne of ruler are beckoning to him.

Sadly, the harsh reality soon struck him in the face – in the spring of this year, a group of Japanese Christians who had traveled to Manila for the pilgrimage to Rome, Evaristo. Okamoto was surprised to learn that the situation in Japan had been very different from what he had known since at least five years ago: the Seicho War, which broke out in '62, the Tokugawa shogunate, which had been in turmoil more than 200 years earlier, and the Mori family of the Choshu domain, which had collectively converted to Catholicism and raised the banner of the downfall...... His mind was filled with a sense of the absurdity of time and space for a moment, and he could hardly tell whether he had arrived in the Age of Discovery in the seventeenth century, or whether he was in the end of the shogunate in the nineteenth century, where the Shinsengumi and the Heavenly Punishment were active......

In short, judging from the information gathered so far, it seems that there is no need for Mr. Okamoto to take the lead in the great cause of liberating the Japanese nation and ushering in a new era. In Japan, the spread of the "gospel of the Lord" has long been a more successful promoter -- the conversion of the Choshu Domain, which has opened the door to Christianity in at least one-fifth of Japan's territory, and as for the potential Christian rebels in the Amakusa and Shimabara areas, they have long been only looking forward to the Choshu Domain, and even the Jesuits themselves have greatly respected and supported the Choshu Domain, a "Christian prince," and they have been looking forward to the Maori family's "Eastern Crusade" sweeping across the Japanese archipelago and bathing this "land of the rising sun" in the glory of the Lord...... It seems that there is no room for latecomers to step in.

What is even more alarming to him is that the power of various modern Chinese time-travelers seems to have spread to all corners of the earth: from North America to South America, from South Africa to Australia, and Hainan Island, the southernmost part of the modern Chinese territory very close to Manila...... The various activities of these Chinese time-travelers are gradually deviating the history of the entire world from its original track, and even the current situation in Japan, which has become unfamiliar now, is not unrelated to them.

For example, the "Choshu Elder Shousukichi", who was unknown in the original history but shocked Japan in this time and space, seems to have a lot of hookups with the modern Chinese on Hainan Island. But Evaristo. Okamoto still can't confirm the identity of this guy: is it a Japanese time-traveler who is also from the future? In the future, the Chinese will be erected as puppets to rule Japan's indigenous agents? Or is Yu Crisp a future Chinese who has learned Japanese and disguised himself as Japanese? No way, the size and appearance of the Chinese and the Japanese are really not much different.

Faced with such a complicated and chaotic situation, the terrorist Hale was confused for a while, but he couldn't decide whether to organize a crusade in Manila and participate in the civil war in the Japanese archipelago, or continue to hide his identity, accumulate strength, and wait for the so-called time that I don't know if there will be...... In the end, I could only try to listen to the information while slowly thinking about the next plan.

What he didn't know was that it was precisely because there were so many travelers who had greatly disturbed the original course of history and turned many historical events beyond recognition, that his series of actions in Malacca and the Philippines did not attract the attention of any travelers at all......

On the other side, Marcos, a Filipino sailor who traveled to this plane with him on the same hapless smuggling ship, didn't have that much to change the world and save the country - this guy was almost just thinking about how to make himself comfortable, and it was already over.

In another time and space, Marcos had spent more than two years as a sailor on various illegal vessels since he dropped out of school, and he once considered himself a lucky man to be born. Whether it is the smuggling boat he drove was detained by the South Korean Coast Guard, he went into a cell and was repeatedly blasted with chrysanthemums by the cell boss; The smuggling ship he was still on encountered an armed patrol ship of the Russian border guards, and was hit by machine guns and almost went to see the Sea Dragon King, at least in the end, he saved his life. But Marcos could never have dreamed that fate would play a big joke in such a unique way, throwing him, along with everyone on the mackerel smuggling ship, into such a strange world that he still has not fully understood. I remember that nightmarish day, when the lifeboat they were in was overturned by the wind and waves and fell overboard, Marcos almost thought he was going to die.

Fortunately, when he soaked in the sea bath for most of the day and was about to lose consciousness and sink to the bottom of the sea like everyone else, he was finally rescued by a Spanish merchant ship bound for the Philippines. Unfortunately, the hapless Marcos immediately aroused the hostility of the Spanish captain because of his strange costume and strange rhetoric, thinking that this Filipino native, who could not even tell his origin, was likely to be a spy of the Dutch or Chinese pirates, and as a result, after the merchant ship arrived in Manila, Marcos was thrown into the black prison, and after all kinds of torture were carried out in turn, the Spaniards were convinced that this was nothing more than a half-madman who was talking nonsense, and that it would not pose a danger and was of little use. So they threw him at random and sold him in the slave market.

-- If Marcos had heard of the "technique of slaying dragons," he would have understood with empathy that this Chinese allusion was definitely a vivid portrayal of his own situation at that time. There were no GPBs or satellite navigation stations for him to use, nor diesel engines or other power equipment to be cared for and repaired by him, and they knew nothing about the work on the wooden sailing ships of the seventeenth century, even as sailors. Marcos, the unfortunate man of little use to his Spanish masters, was eventually forced to be reduced to the lowest and most humble servile laborers, to do drudgerial labor under the whip of the overseers. After years of suffering, he soon became weaker and weaker. If it weren't for the fact that he was discovered and redeemed by Hale, Marcos would have died of anger for one reason or another in a short time, and his body was tied to a stone and thrown into the sea, allowing the fish and shrimp to slowly gnaw into white bones.

Arrived at Evaristo. Under Okamoto, an old acquaintance, Marcos's life was much better: albeit as an internationally wanted terrorist, Hale, or Evaristo. Okamoto had never been a kind and benevolent man, but Marcos, a hard-to-find twenty-first-century "kind", was very useful to him - although the Filipino sailor had not graduated from high school, at least he was a twenty-first-century man, and his education in the past was enough to be proud of the most knowledgeable scholars in Spain today. In any case, Marcos could read, write, and calculate, understand the principles of cost and efficiency, know statistics, and understand the formulas and process flow diagrams that Okamoto wrote to him.

In this case, Hale, who was almost driven crazy by this cultural desert, as soon as he found Marcos, was busy leading him to his left arm and right hand, and treated him absolutely generously, because he simply did not know who else to ask for help - the indigenous Filipinos in the 17th century were basically still blinded by religious superstition, and when they saw the opportunity, they were regarded as demons, and would only kneel on the ground and pray that they would not be eaten. The Spaniards in Manila, on the other hand, were either fanatics who could only read the Bible, receive communion, and shout all day long about executing heretics, or they were slackers and fools who were only interested in making money and creating mixed-race bastards. Even a few of Hale's apprentices in this time and space, although they seemed to be very well-behaved and clever, and studied very hard, but their foundation was too poor - although they were literate, they had almost no mathematical foundation and physical knowledge, and poor Mr. Okamoto had to make a cameo appearance as an elementary school teacher, teaching them little by little, starting with the principle of decimal points and levers, which made him feel that it was more difficult than building Rome

On the other hand, Marcos, who had already been tortured to death by hard labor, was naturally grateful to Hale or Mr. Okamoto, who had saved him from the sea of suffering, and worked very hard. However, most of Okamoto's ambition to "rewrite history and do something great" is somewhat unimpressed, even fearful—the strength of the Chinese traverser group on Hainan Island alone is enough to ⊥ the two "self-employed" to despair, not to mention the more powerful kingdoms established by the modern Chinese traversers in distant North and South America......

However, as Mr. Okamoto said, there are some things that you can't hide from if you want to be a shrunken ostrich - Marcos was also very worried when he learned that Chinese traversers from all over the world had gathered in Batavia with a full 300 armed ships:

“…… So many Chinese from the future have indeed made the world a little too lively. What's worse is that now that they have gathered from all corners of the earth to East Asia, the next step must be to try to rule their motherland, I wonder if they can succeed? ”

Marcos said with some restraint, "...... What worries me even more is whether they will invade other countries, such as the Philippines, in addition to occupying China. Although the current Philippines is also occupied by the Spaniards, I feel that those people are more terrible than the Spaniards......"

Hale laughed, "...... Hahaha, that's an interesting question, Marcos, yes, there's a good chance that what you're worried about will happen, and once they succeed in conquering East Asia, the Filipinos will have a much more miserable life than they did under Spain. Whichever of these future Chinese forces will enforce brutal slavery as a state system, and in the worst case, your companions will be shackled without mercy and taken to fill the mines to make room for the Chinese

Filipino smuggling ship sailors seemed frightened: "...... Oh—this, it's horrible......" he stumbled.

“…… But don't despair, Marcos. Our future is not dark. Hale looked up at the dappled twilight shining through the shade of the trees, his eyes shining with the light of faith, "... You are not familiar with the history of East Asia. Since ancient times, China has struggled in a cycle between unity and division. Chinese, on the other hand, are born with the genes of division and infighting. When they are in a desperate situation, it may be surprisingly united - and of course, it is only possible. And when they are in good times, they are almost destined to fall into internal strife and strife. From ancient times to the present, there have been few exceptions, that is, the so-called 'only share in adversity, not prosperity and prosperity.'

Indeed, these later generations of Chinese were far more powerful than us, and the two groups who had established their kingdoms in North and South America were left aside for the time being - I heard that the Chinese in South America had twice defeated the Kingdom of Spain in war. Even the so-called 'Australians' on Hainan Island, the nearest to us, came into the world with industrial equipment stuffed with an entire large freighter, and I only brought a head and a pair of hands.

However, those two powers in the Americas are far away from the East Asia-Pacific region, and no one can start a long-term war of aggression across half the world. Even the United States in the twentieth century was reeling in the war over Vietnam, let alone these time-sensitive, weak Chinese.

As for the Australians on Hainan Island...... Hehe, if the Australians had started all their equipment to make artillery and warships, the Philippines would have belonged to them a long time ago. But a few years on, Australians have been cowering down to that island, busy making vanity mirrors, enamel bathtubs and flush toilets. They have been so poisoned by the principles of hedonism and market-oriented capitalism that they can only run counter to their goals – and they have forgotten that in this chaotic and upside-down age, only by mastering force can things be brought back together, artillery is butter, and armies are a qiē

More importantly, these different groups of Chinese are destined to be difficult to unite and cooperate, and the intrigue and even armed conflict between the various groups are bound to consume a lot of their energy -- it is precisely because they have advanced technology and political concepts that are proud of this time and space that it is difficult to maintain unity and harmony among each other, and they are likely to fight in order to separate themselves from each other.

Moreover, even if their infighting is not as fierce as expected, we are coming to an era in which China's Big 6 is facing the change of two dynasties, and is about to be involved in a huge upheaval that has lasted for more than half a century and affects hundreds of millions of people. The Chinese from the future will encounter enough opponents that they will have to throw all their forces into this vortex. This gives us enough time and opportunity to liberate those remote corners of Asia's Big 6, such as my home country Japan, and your home country of the Philippines, and then use this as a bargaining chip to deal with them......"

Speaking of this, Hale couldn't help but sigh, "...... At present, the Catholic army of the Choshu Domain, together with the Australians, has conquered the Shimazu family in Satsuma, and has initially completed the layout of the decisive battle against the shogunate, and the countdown to the war that will determine the fate of Japan has entered the countdown

If we want to take advantage of the chaos, the most suitable opportunity is only now Marcos, I have decided, after confirming that the Chinese expeditionary fleet from the Americas has no intention of invading the Philippines and Japan for the time being, I will organize Japanese expatriates and Christian volunteers in Manila to launch a crusade against Japan to join this war. ”

Marcos immediately lowered his head without hesitation, "...... My life is yours, Your Excellency, and I am willing to fight for you in any corner of the world."

“…… Very good Marcos, you will be the greatest man in the history of the Filipino nation," Hale patted the Philippine smuggling ship sailor on the shoulder appreciatively, "...... As long as we can persevere in carrying the revolution through to the end, the final victory will be ours."

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