Chapter 92 The Wind is blowing in Manila!

"Yes..."

"Yes!"

"Yes!!!"

One person, two people, three or five people. Gradually, everyone opened their mouths and answered loudly.

"Then I want to know whether you are willing to be the people of my territory. As long as you are willing, you can work in my territory. My fleet, my soldiers, they will use the weapons and lives in their hands to ensure your safety, as long as you are willing to stand up and stand up. Lou, answer me loudly, you are willing. After that, you will no longer be just my compatriots, but my brothers and sisters, my father and fellow villagers. Are you willing? Liang Pengfei stood on a huge stone and opened his arms. In the sky, the white lightning shuttled through the clouds. The wind blew faster. Liang Pengfei's head was so high that he seemed to have resisted the sky, just like the giant in the sky. His backbone was straight and extremely tall!

"Yes! We are willing!!" A sound of harmony was louder than the thunder in the sky. The dense shouts even made the city of Manila tremble. They stood up, stood on this land, straightened their backbones that had never straightened up for hundreds of years, raised their calluses because of poverty, and clenched their fists hard. With that voice that has never been loud, roar at the sky!

Those Spaniards, tightly surrounded by dense crowds in the center, are like poor ants, hidden in the huge waves.

In the distance, a shadow is standing on the top floor of a family, wrapped in a plain cloak, a pair of beautiful eyes, looking at the figure in the crowd, still so eye-catching and tall... "Sister Xiang, go in quickly. Now the wind is too strong. You have just been injured, but you can't stand it." Next to her, the guard Xiaobai reluctantly withdrew his worshipful eyes and pulled the cloak with concern.

"Well, let's go down." Aunt Shi Xiang nodded, let Xiaobai hold her arm and slowly walked to the stairs. At the moment when she was about to go downstairs, she looked back at the eye-catching figure. In her eyes, there was a strong tenderness, and the shyness of the girl Huaichun floated on her face. Which Huaichun girl will not be moved by such a person?

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"Shus, monks, stone brothers!" Liang Pengfei jumped off the boulder and shouted loudly. Now you rush back to the dock to gather a team. For every 100 people, even if the city of Manila is overturned into the sea, they will bring me all the indigenous people of Manila! All those who resist will be killed, but those who hide from other races will not report... the same thing!"

The three of them subconsciously strode forward solemnly to listen to the order, and the crowd around them suddenly scratched. They didn't understand what Liang Pengfei was going to do, but there was a trace of expectation in their hearts.

"Colotion Juan, please take your people and cooperate with the actions of my men. It's better to warn your compatriots not to damage our friendship for the sake of those indigenous people."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Liang, I will definitely satisfy you." Lieutenant Colonel Juan subconsciously flew a military salute to Liang Peng. Although they had been enemies before, and although Liang Pengfei's identity is still a pirate at this moment, this does not prevent a soldier from greeting and respect for a strong man. What's more, in the eyes of pure soldiers, the means of politicians are too dirty. . Those lazy and greedy indigenous people are even more disgusted by them.

"As for you, dear Governor Marcelo, you may still need to stay with me for a while, so that you can better understand my style of doing things, and you can also talk about my new territory in Luzon. What do you think?" Liang Pengfei looked at the distant figures, and then smiled at the governor who hesitated to find an excuse to hide back in the kiln of the governor's mansion.

"Of course, your request is my obligation." Governor Mahanro could only grovel down with a smiling face. There was no demeanor of the first person in the Spanish colony. It was more like a pug who wanted to lie down and lick the bottom of his master's shoes.

Luzon Island blew a strong wind all night, but the city of Manila seemed to have just been looted by the tsunami all night, crying, scolding, roaring, begging for mercy, and even occasional gunfire. In the early morning, everything was silent.

The dark clouds made Manila in the early morning look so gloomy and dim, and the still roaring wind seemed to never stop. In the open space outside Manila, dozens of huge bonfires were lit, and the cracking sound of wood when swallowed up by the red flame seemed to be so erratic.

The middle of the open space was full of people, and people were escorted by Liang Shi's two allied soldiers with guns and knives. Liang Pengfei's waist was straight. Liang Pengfei's eyes, which had been sleepless all night, were full of blood, but it did not make him show a trace of fatigue. Anyone who saw his bloodshot eyes was like seeing the snowy blade that had not been wiped off the blood. It was so sharp that he could not be seen.

Behind him, Marcelo, who was so tired that he leaned on a chair, woke up from time to time because his head hit the armrest of the chair. His expression was only panic and haggard. His eyes were only numb, and his eyes were full of blood like a businessman who had lost all his wealth because of a sea disaster.

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In the middle of the open space, no less than 5,000 Luzon natives have been concentrated. These natives are dressed in thin clothes and shivering in the shrill wind. They can't imagine that their place looks as gloomy as the weather.

Their eyes seemed so obscene and panicked, and they talked to each other in horror, as if they didn't understand why they were dragged out of the warm quilt by the Chinese pirates with weapons and dragged into the cold wind.

"Young master, the city of Manila has been turned up by us, and all the indigenous people who can still move are already here." Monk Chen, who stayed up all night but still looked energetic, stood in front of Liang Pengfei and reported loudly.

"Good, brothers have worked hard, but they have to work hard for another hour or two. When I solve the matter here, they can sleep at ease." Liang Pengfei gently pounded Monk Chen's chest and smiled. This kind of intimate action made Monk Chen's spine more straight. It's okay. It doesn't matter if you let the little one get tired for two or three days. Just now, I killed five guys who dared to resist. Monk Chen licked his mouth, as if the beast was taking care of his appearance after the meal. Governor Marcelo, who had woken up, was chilled.

"Today, I let you come here because I need to know one thing!" Liang Pengfei stood on the temporary high platform, holding a loudspeaker made of copper in his hand, and his strong chest voice echoed in the open space.

The indigenous people who whispered in horror calmed down, and their panicked eyes fell on Liang Pengfei.

"Who has ever hurt my compatriots? Stand on the right for me. Those who have not hurt my compatriots, stand on the right for me. Liang Pengfei didn't say a word of nonsense and directly entered the topic.

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, the soldiers of the Liangshi two families stared warily at the Luzon indigenous people who were detained in the middle. Behind them were a dense Chinese crowd. Their eyes were full of hatred and their expressions seemed to be so angry, but they only gritted their teeth and waited quietly.

"I repeat, who has ever hurt my compatriots? Stand to the right for me. Those who have not hurt my compatriots, stand to the right for me. It's better not to let me repeat it a third time, understand?" Liang Pengfei's roar echoed over the open space, spreading, and spreading to the distance along the wind.

Liang Pengfei waited for half a minute and saw that the indigenous people were like a group of quails who liked to pile up and did not move. Liang Pengfei's eyebrows closed and stood aside. Brother Li Pao, who was talking about a cigarette butt, nodded.

Brother Li Niang saw Liang Pengfei's eyes, spit out the cigarette buttocks that had burned to the mouth, and slapped him: "Brothers, it's time to work."

Dozens of gunners immediately got busy. Ten eight-pound cannons were lifted off the canvas covered above, revealing their ferocious face. Each shell was stuffed into the muzzle. Brother Li and others were adjusting the pitch so that they could hit the target.

At this moment, the Luzon natives saw the murder weapon suddenly revealed in front of them and couldn't help screaming from the bottom of their hearts. The crowd was like a colony of ants thrown into an anteater, madly scattered around, trying to escape from the sharp weapon to harvest life.

With the command, rows of muskets were pointed at the flat end, and then, in the explosion like a pop of beans, the Luzon natives who fled in vain as if they had hit a stone wall, bounced back one after another, howled in horror, and squeezed desperately into the middle of the open space.

On the edge of an open space, no less than 200 corpses have been laid down. The blood is under the dark sky, under the fire swayed by the wind, showing a dim dead black.

Many Luzon natives who have not yet died are struggling in a pool of blood, screaming sadly, and constantly begging and moaning in their mouths. Even if they are given a shot, it is the mercy of God. However, Liang Pengfei lit a cigar and looked at the struggling Luzon natives with a blank face.

(to be continued)