Inside a dilapidated hut,

A thin old man was lying on a bamboo bed, his cloudy eyes staring at the thatch on the roof.

"Grandpa," a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy ran in.

His face was panicked, and there was still a little dirt on the shabby linen clothes on his body.

"Grandpa, the Tagalog people are here." Lao Suo showed a bitter smile, and looked at the young man with cloudy eyes.

"Uncle Li asked us to go with him." The boy was very flustered, and his legs shook involuntarily.

"Grandson, run, grandpa can't walk."

The old man struggled to get up, and a bony hand rested on the young man's head,

"Grandpa, I'll carry you." The young man is also filial, and he is about to carry the old man,

was grabbed by the old man, and the thin hand burst out with tremendous force in an instant.

"Grandpa, I heard Uncle Li say that those Tagalu people were carrying knives, and as soon as the bright knife went down, their heads fell to the ground." The boy said with a crying voice.

"Last time I was playing with Tata and the others, and we went to the beach to hunt birds."

"That bird is so big, it's a dozen and one is accurate, and we have made an appointment to go back tomorrow." With tears in his eyes, the boy cried,

"But today, Tata's father is holding a knife and cutting people when he sees them, why?" Speaking of this, the boy howled and cried,

"Xu'er, this is fate, the life of our Han people." The old man smiled bitterly, and his thin hand touched the young man's black hair.

"Do you know why Grandpa came to Luzon?"

"Back then, the imperial court levied three salaries, and although Grandpa's family was a big Fujian family, they didn't want to be bullied anymore, so they went south here."

"That's when our family still lives together in the stream, and there were a lot of Han people in the stream at that time."

"How prosperous it was then, with all kinds of treasures, silks, gold, silver and jewels piled up in every shop on the street." There was a glimmer of light in the old man's cloudy eyes,

"We don't steal, we don't rob, these things, one by one, we Han people have earned them with great painstaking efforts."

"But just like that, they raised their knives anyway."

"The black muzzle of the Spaniards, the long knives of the Japanese, the scimitars of the Bangbangya, greet us one by one."

"Just because the governor said that the country's surname is going to fight Luzon, there are more than 10,000 people in the stream, it's miserable."

The old man's withered hands couldn't stop shaking,

"A lot of Chinese businessmen were killed on the spot, and we started running, and we ran for our lives.

"We ran into the river, into the mountains, wherever we could hide, but the Spaniards didn't let us go."

"The Spanish cavalry chased us everywhere with long spears, and the Tagalogites and the Bangbangya were all killing us, slashing and slaughtering men, women, and children, for eighteen days!"

"Eighteen days!"

"Ahem, ahem,......" the old man coughed violently.

"What do you say we Han people have done wrong?"

"We don't rob the land of the Tagalutes, the Bangbangya, we don't fight with them, we don't steal, we don't rob, we do what we do and we do what we do, but the whole world is killing us."

"What did our Han people do wrong?" The thin palm that was holding the boy hung down weakly.

"Grandpa, shall we go home?" The boy spoke suddenly.

"Home." The old man looked up and looked at the young man in front of him with a pair of blank eyes.

"Back to my homeland, didn't Grandpa often point to the north and tell me when I was a child, there is a vast continent in the north, that is the home of our Han people, that is the home of our Han people who have lived for thousands of years, and Luzon is a drop in the ocean compared to her."

"Grandpa, you're crying like this."

"Child, Grandpa regrets it."

"At the beginning, Grandpa was blinded by lard, you said three salaries and three salaries, if you want to say that the people can't pay it, can't our big families pay it?"

"I regret it, I only care about the things outside my body, I only know that the world belongs to the Zhu family and not mine.

"I thought that this court was gone, but this country was still there."

"I thought this country was gone, but the money was still there."

"I didn't know that in the end, I lost my life."

"Grandpa can't stand you, the Han family has already been taken away by the Tartars."

"I don't know that you are already the last Han people in the world to have this Han hair."

"In this huge world, there is no place for my Han people to live."

"The Tagalogs have been killed!" Suddenly, there was a terrible cry outside the house.

"Quick, run, go north." The old man tore the boy away, and his withered and thin fingers pointed to the north.

"Grandson, run north, there are many people who look the same as you and have Han hair, and they will take you back to your homeland."

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When Officer Gil'an received orders from Governor Juan at the field camp near Manila, he was stunned for a moment, and then gathered his army.

In just one day, Colonel Gil led 300 Spanish soldiers and six nine-pounder guns to the northwest of Luzon.

When the 1st Field Battalion of the Spanish garrison in Manila was ready to go, the Tagalogs living in central Luzon, the Bangbangya people were moved.

They rushed into every town, into every handicraft workshop, into every shopping street, and dragged out the yellow people with long hair, and the scimitars fell, and blood flowed everywhere.

Their movements are so skillful, and their techniques are so clean.

Just like their parents and grandparents......

General Bull is the commander of this Tagalog, the Bangbangya,

At this time, he was leading this force of 2,000 men towards the northwestern part of Luzon.

This army consisted of indigenous tribes such as the Tagalogs, the Bangbangya, etc.,

Due to the threat of the Dutch and English in the seventeenth century, Spain gradually became defensive in East Asia, and there were no more than 1,000 Spaniards stationed in the huge Philippines.

The local defense of Luzon is more dependent on the local indigenous people, led by the Spanish mayor.

Under Manila's instructions, the Spanish chiefs led soldiers from various indigenous tribes to join Bolo's army.

In just over ten days, this indigenous force of more than 2,000 people under the command of General Bolu was formed.

Soon,

Led by the Spanish chief, they soon joined up with the 300 Spanish soldiers led by Captain Girean.

Looking at this army of local natives, Gil'an frowned.

Compared with the Spanish soldiers, who were neatly dressed and walked in unison, these indigenous costumes in front of him were different,

Some are armed with scimitars, rattan shields, or old-fashioned firearms,

The face is sloppy, and the queue is also crooked.

"Officer Gil'an,"

General Breux seemed to see the Spanish captain's dislike.

Displeased, he threw a blood-stained sackcloth tied to his horse's head in front of the Spanish army.

With General Bolu's movements, the soldiers around him threw the blood-stained sacks tied to the horse's head one after another.

"Fifty Han heads,"

"This is a tribute from the Tagalogians to the Governor of Juan." General Bree gestured to the long queue behind him.

"When the Han Chinese formed an army to kill Manila, my ancestor led 2,000 Bangya people and Spanish governors to fight side by side, killing more than 10,000 Han Chinese."

"More than 20 years ago, when the Spanish army shelled the stream, my father led the Bangbangya and Tagalog people to search out the Han people hiding in the jungle and kill them one by one."

"Today, I, Bolo, will follow the example of my ancestors, and take Tagalu with me, and the warriors of Bang Bangya will once again wield their scimitars," Bolo drew the long knife between his crotch,

"This time, the capture of Mingcheng will not be sealed for ten days."

"Capture Mingcheng, and don't seal the sword for ten days."

Breew's words immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the natives,

They bared their teeth and danced with their blood-stained scimitars,

Looking at the natives in front of him, Captain Gil'an smiled coldly......