Thousands of people cut

Chapter 94 Bloody Manila!

It was not until this time that the two headless corpses slowly fell down, falling into the pool of blood on the ground and the hearts of the Luzon natives, smashing out a deep pit of despair!

Beside Master Liang, Bai Shusheng's eyes were so red that he gritted his teeth: "The monk who said the dog actually robbed me this time."

Monk Chen raised the excessively bright sword in his hand and raised his head. His eyes were more dazzling than the blade and pierced people's hearts. His face was as cold as steel, and his roar even covered the noisy waves and the shrill wind. Come here a few more if you have guts! What, are they all a bunch of people who didn't hang themselves? Where is your courage to bully my compatriots?! Where is it?!"

The rock-like muscles, the lion-and-tiger-like majestic body made him as the god of war, the rolling dark clouds and lightning, and the light wind seemed to be the gods of heaven cheering for him. Monk Chen raised his knife and roared, just like the scene of the god of war's death seemed to be fixed in everyone's eyes.

The fear of powerlessness has spread to the necks of the Luzon natives. They breathed the air, and their dead gray faces showed their heart-to-rooted chagrin and despair.

"You guys, come with me! Or die here!" Monk Chen strode to the pile of indigenous people standing on the left. The blade in his hand was still dripping red blood on the ground, and his face was full of violence. The murderous intention seemed to be straight wolf smoke, piercing the sky.

Looking at these Luzon-like indigenous people like walking dead, Monk Chen spit out a thick phlegm fiercely, inserted the long knife back into the sheath, and scolded angrily, "Your grandma, it's really a group of eggless bastards!"

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There are a total of 87 Luzon natives. Except for the three who were slaughtered by the monk Chen, there are still 84 Luzon natives kneeling under the high platform where Liang Pengfei is standing. Liang Pengfei stepped on the edge of the high platform, and his eyes looking down at these prisoners who didn't even need ropes like soaring eagles. Captive.

Liang Pengfei shook his head. These Luzon's natives who had been pulled to the tendons and broken the backbone were not even worthy of any of his pirates.

"I, Master Liang, have decided to forgive your humble surnames mercifully, because your timidity and cowardice have won you a chance to survive." Liang Pengfei's expression seemed to be so compassionate, as if he had made a grand wish to cross countless people to the world of Bliss.

Hearing this, these Luzon natives, who thought they would die, showed unbelievable ecstasy. They knocked on Liang Pengfei crazily and expressed to Liang Pengfei that they were a great good people in their stammering Spanish.

"Don't be in a hurry to praise me. I need you to be my messenger and tell your compatriots everything you see today. Brother Pao, you can start. Liang Pengfei bent the corners of his mouth, showing a ferocious and cruel smile, and his big hand suddenly waved down.

Brother Li Pao nodded coldly and ignited the fuse of the cannon in those stunned eyes. The ten cannons that had been filled with scattered bullets seemed to have been ignited **, spraying burning flames to their heart's content. The screaming fragments and small lead pills rode the wings of the cheerful screaming fire elf to the dense Ji's face was full of stunned and unbelievable crowds rushed over, tore up their thin clothes, got into their skin, and tried to shuttle forward in their muscles... Most of the Luzon natives squeezed desperately, desperately accepting the fate of death, and some of them still had hope of survival. The natives screamed and rushed to the pirates around them in vain, trying to break out of a way out of life, but they were immediately beat into a honeycomb by the dense lead pills.

The artillery was roaring, the musket was spraying, the broken limbs and the red blood were splashing everywhere. The desperate shouts of the indigenous people seemed to lift the whole city of Manila. The Spanish who were forced to stand behind Liang Pengfei to watch the ceremony shrank into needles, and their faces were pale. Like a dying patient, looking at Liang Pengfei's tall back, his frightened eyes are like seeing the demon king of the abyss of hell coming to the world.

They never thought that Liang Pengfei had only let go of more than 80 indigenous people, as if to slaughter all the remaining indigenous people standing in the open space.

Although the Spaniards did not know how many times they had done such a massacre in the American continent before this, at this moment, they felt their inner panic and trembling, because at this moment, they were no longer the executors of the massacre, but forced to stand here to watch the bloody scene of the surrender.

Several Spaniards who couldn't stand this bloody scene even lay on the ground and vomited hard, as if the delicious food they enjoyed last night had turned into a poisonous poison for vomiting.

Governor Marcelo desperately drew a cross on his chest, and his bloodless mouth trembled, like the dried old bark that made the autumn wind tremble.

Lieutenant Colonel Juan closed his eyes and recited something silently, as if praying for his fate like the God he believed in.

Ten minutes, exactly ten minutes later, the expressionless Liang Pengfei raised his arm. At this moment, all the gunfire suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared. Only the smoke still diffused here and the remains of the ground recorded the cruel slaughter just now. Kill.

In the open space, there was a small group of indigenous people huddled together. They miraculously escaped the bombardment of artillery and muskets. However, their extremely numb expression and the eyes that were as dull as idiots made everyone understand that although their bodies were still alive, their souls had Destruction is just a group of walking corpses.

The eighty-four indigenous people who collapsed on the soil under the high platform were full of fishy smell, and their expressions were as numb and desperate as those of their compatriots standing in the middle of the open space.

Liang Pengfei said again: "Very good, you are lucky to be the winners of this game. You have the right to live, but I have given you the right to live, and you must repay me. I want you to bring my words to your relatives, your friends, your ethnic groups, and tell him. Guys, today, I, Liang Pengfei, hereby announce that if one more of my compatriot falls under your sword from today, then you will pay at least 100 lives to die for my compatriots; if my ten compatriots fall, you will need to pay a thousand lives. If there is one more, Then I will erase you from this island and let all of you become maggots in the soil, into fertilizer on this land, and into history!"

Liang Pengfei turned around and glanced at the Spaniards. They all lowered their heads humbly and bent down their proud bodies, as if their ministers were showing their submission to the king. I will set up a monument here and engrave my words today on it. I want you to remember it all the time. Even if you die, your souls will not dare to forget the oath I made here today!"

The choking sounded continuously, and Liang Pengfei threw a long knife out of the sheath off the platform. The gentle tone was like the landlord telling his own tenants. As for you, you have to do me a favor, pick up these knives, help you compatriots who have not yet lost their breath, end their pain earlier, and let them return to the arms of your ancestors earlier and cry about my evil deeds, hey hey hey..." Master Liang's laughter was like the owl that swept through the wilderness at midnight. It makes people shudder.

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All the Luzon Chinese originally looked at Liang Pengfei with gratitude, but now, many compatriots have lowered their heads to express their respect and fear for Liang Pengfei. There are also many young people who have been aroused by iron and fire, and they have a trace of a trace of Liang Pengfei. Deep trust and enthusiasm are following his figure with a sight that can burn firewood. Liang Pengfei stood on the high platform for a long time and glanced at these blood-linked compatriots, which was more in line with Liang Pengfei's wishes. These days, he needs a group of compatriots who are grateful to him. What he needs is a group of comrades-in-arms who can listen to his own command and kill the enemy bravely with his own blade.

"For tomorrow, for my goal, no matter how much you do, even if I am a sinner of the whole world, what's the harm?" Master Liang sucked his nose, smashed a cigar fiercely, and spewed out a complete cigarette ring.

The sky flashed with thunder and lightning, and the storm lasted for a whole night. Finally, it came at this time. The dense rain arrows washed the blood on the ground, revealing the broken arms that had lost their blood color. The Luzon natives, who were drenched into soup, were trembling their teeth, with blood and tears, numbly holding knives and staggering. Searching in the pile of corpses, he personally solved the lives of his compatriots.

"Master Liang, are you all right?" Shi Xianggu, dressed in a raincoat, stood beside Liang Pengfei and reached out to hand over an umbrella to Liang Pengfei.

Liang Pengfei came to his senses, flew the cigar bullet that had been drenched by the rain into the rain and fog, opened the umbrella, and blocked Shi Xianggu's head. I'm nothing, but you. Why do you always run out when you're injured? The unconcealed indulgence and pity in the gentle words made Shi Xianggu feel that her heart was warm enough to dispel the cold brought by the rain.

"I didn't expect that so many people would die today." Shi Xianggu frowned slightly unbearably.

Liang Pengfei smiled faintly: "Yes, but compared with the sufferings of our compatriots over the past hundreds of years, I still feel that it is far from enough."

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Shi Xianggu shook her head and said shyly, "You're right. I'm too soft-hearted."

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(to be continued)