126 blood and tears

The Changfeng giant ship rolled up the snow-white waves and slowly drove into the port of Perak in Danrong, Surama. The two cruisers flying the five-star red flag behind the Changfeng were full of sailors, and the loud voices of countless sailors gathered on the "Ryi yong Army March". The awakened soul of the nation in this song stirs the sea and sky of the Southern Ocean.

Li Xiang, Tang Xiangming and Wang Jingwei stood in the Changfeng bridge, holding binoculars and looking at all this in front of them.

Suraya Port was displayed in front of them, and they couldn't help singing the "Ryi yong Army March".

The water is blue, sand and white. The Zheng He Mosque left by Zheng He went to the West. The huge onion-shaped treasure top reflects the dazzling golden light, which is magnificent and stands silently for hundreds of years.

Suramao can't be seen at a glance. Rubber orchards, plantations, and spice orchards are dense and everywhere. The rice in Nanyang is ripe three or even four times in one season. At this moment, it is still frozen and snowy in the north, but the rice fields here are surging with golden waves.

Port Kuli sailors and people from all walks of life. It is bustling and bustling. All kinds of sounds were mixed together and floated far away. It seems that everything is normal, as if the Surya tragedy did not happen.

In the port, two Dutch ironclad cruisers, which are older than Haichen and Haichou, are changing their anchorage. Dutch navy sailors in colonial tropical sailor uniforms lay on the railings, looking at the 210mm Kruper cannons that were not covered with cannon clothes. It seems that these two Dutch iron-clad cruisers are going to accompany the formation of Hachen and Haiji these days.

"See?" Wang Jingwei pointed to the dock next to Li Xiang and said, "Good boy, Lord Yang really thinks highly of us!"

There were a lot of foreign soldiers on the dock. Li wanted to stand on the boat and silently pinch the number of foreign soldiers. There are about 200 foreign soldiers, and these foreign soldiers are well equipped.

The burly foreign soldiers and the yellow-skinned consular bureaucrats and the directors of the Chinese Pavilion stand together, which is very conspicuous.

Li Xiang sneered and said, "They put on such a posture, which proves that they are timid. Brother Zhaoming, let's go!"

In the long whining of the whistle, it was accompanied by the stunned anchor and the sound of shouting the trumpet and throwing the cable.

The blonde Dutch colonial officials and the foreign soldiers didn't look good. During this period, the two armored cruisers came to protect the overseas Chinese, which was a matter of the colonial authorities.

Several Chinese people on the dock were so excited that they shed tears and felt so kind to see them! I can't believe that the newly established Republic of China can send warships to protect overseas Chinese so soon... For many years, they have thought that they would no longer cry, but... our motherland, our army.

Traveling around the world, the world's first giant ship after the Titanic sunk in the Atlantic Ocean, the first ocean-going ship using fuel. On the Long Wind, a group of tough soldiers surrounded a well-dressed young general and walked down the springboard.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the young general. At this moment, he is sharp!

The faces of the foreigners are also more and more ugly. There are hundreds of people in the guard who disembarked with him! And these people are all anti-German military uniforms, walking swiftly. From the source from the long wind, it turned out to be a small army!

This is Li Xiang's 300 warriors of Golden Eagle Guard. He can't be tough!

The team rushed out of the boat in silence, and Li wanted to stand in front of him with a smile. Don't look at those foreigners. He went straight to a few tearful Chinese compatriots, smiling and bowing their hands from afar.

A group of people from the Consulate and the Chinese Association came over in a hurry. They swung their hands and fought a thousand times. They stood up and arched their hands: "The general has worked hard all the way!"

Li Xiang smiled gently and said, "Get up, get up. In the Republic of China, do you still give me this set of false gifts?"

The Dutchman with an extremely ugly face looked at Li Xiang's team, a group of tiger and wolf masters, naturally lined up straight and neatly like knives on the dock. They muttered a string of bird words, and the consulate whispered: "The governor said that such a large team of entourage, and they are all soldiers. It is not in line with the regulations. The commander is only allowed to bring six people into Surai..."

At this time, Li wanted to smile and seemed easy-going and said, "Mr. Uchida Ryohei, do you think this protection of overseas Chinese is in line with the rules?"

At this time, they found that there was also a Japanese behind Li Xiang.

Uchida Liang flattened his face. Listening to Li's greeting, he hurriedly answered, "I fully agree with the Convention of Nations for China's protection of overseas Chinese, and I, the Japanese Empire, express my support!"

The original translation of the story was translated. The colonial officials froze there, and a pair of hands wearing white gloves trembled slightly. For a long time, his stiff face finally squeezed out a smile similar to crying, slowly saluted, and stretched out his right hand: "General, welcome to Surawashi. The Governor has held a banquet at the official residence, and I hope to talk to you. I also hope you like this city.

Li Xiang smiled and shook hands with him: "Okay, brother, I'm going to the governor's banquet!"

At this time, a merchant ship docked almost at the same time as the Changfeng, with countless goods piled up on it loading and unloading, and about hundreds of Chinese with yellow skin stepped off the merchant ship. The Chinese were unkempt, with clothes, flag marks on their skin exposed to the tropical sea breeze, and landed barefoot from the springboard. Several gray-haired legs fell soft on the dock, and the whip in his hand immediately sounded a crisp sound of contact with the flesh.

"Look!" Wang Jingwei pulled Li Xiang's sleeve and said, "That's the boat that sells "pigs"!"

"Is that them? A slave trader?" Li wanted to stop and look over there, with more and more dangerous signals.

Li wants to see at a glance that those who act as thwarriors are needless to say, the local Chinese underworld: Yixing Association. These people are really cruel!

Wang Jingwei said, "Yixing will generally adopt illegal detention and deception, focusing on the captured workers in the big iron cage like pigs, feeding them collectively, and calling them to eat, just like calling pigs to eat. The hungry pigs competed to eat, which was miserable. When enough people were gathered, these pigs were braided and collectively caught up with the boat to Nanyang. The cabin they lived in was also known as the pig cabin. During the sea trip for more than half a month, the piglets have received inhuman treatment in the pig cabin. The bad air, pig food-like food, and the shortage of fresh water make it difficult for many workers to stick to the South Ocean, and they have been buried in the belly of fish, so the pig cabin is also known as a living coffin swimming on the sea.

The stumbling Chinese people were tied to the back of a carriage, and the iron shackles on their feet made a rattling sound on the ground, and the pus from their frostbite bare feet soaked on the dock.

Li Xiang only felt that his blood vessels were about to explode, and the blood all over his body was burning at this moment, as if something was going to spray out of his chest.

A limping Chinese staggered when he got to the dock. He was pulled by the rope in front of him and did not stand firmly. He fell to the ground. The big car in front of him did not stop at all and continued to drag him forward. The hard and rough wharf gray concrete floor made his thin belly stick out on the ground. Blood stains.

Several Chinese with shawls wanted to reach out and pull him, but they were pulled by the cart and could only shout in vain. These Chinese people's long hair was full of messy withered grass crumbs, and the faces full of dirt were unique to the Hakka family.

A soldier who really couldn't see stretched out his hand and wanted to pull up the compatriot who fell to the ground. A whip flexibly grabbed the compatriot's body in front of him. Under the broken linen skin was a deep open gap, and the hot blood splashed on the corners of the soldier's lips, salty.

"Damn it! You're going to die. You're dead now, and the food on the way has been wasted. Why don't you die earlier!" A big man with a blindfold in one eye, like a pirate, coldly withdrew the whip.

"Stop! Stop the car!"

These Chinese people who were tied into pigs were desperately pulling the rope on their wrists. In the roar of the dog legs, they almost pulled the carriage next to the whistling whip. The four driving horses were poking their hooves. Under the shout of the driver, they couldn't move forward.

The young people closest to the carriage gritted their teeth and a dark red slipped away on the rope on their wrists. No matter how fierce the whips of the dog legs were, they did not let go.

Li Xiang was about to stop it when a clear and pleasant voice sounded in his ear.

" Stop it!"

The housekeeper's little sister has been loaded with a bullet, and the golden eagle guardrail with the bayonet on the shelf is in front of these dog legs who are still ready to wave the whip.

"You are still not Chinese!" Medy scolded the mercenaries angrily: "If you treat your compatriots so cruelly, your conscience will be eaten by the dog?"

Jin Yingwei's unkind eyes, the cold muzzle and bayonet fell on these dog legs, making them very uncomfortable.

"This lady!" A guy who seemed to be the leader of Yixinghui rushed over from the front team. These are all Chinese workers who signed the contract. They signed the death deed, and they are all voluntary. Even if I kill them, it's nothing!"

The housekeeper's little sister angrily pulled up the compatriot, took out a silver ocean and stuffed it into his hand, and bit her lip. He patted the compatriot's hand, sighed, and walked away.

"Thank you, my lord..." The compatriot's eyes were wet, his lips were trembling, and he was ready to kneel down, and was kicked over by a dog's leg.

"Damn old man!"

The guy quickly pressed the Chinese compatriot with his legs to the ground on the spot and greedily peeled the silver from his hand. He pulled out a sharp dagger and plunged into his abdomen, and blood gushed out.

The compatriot screamed and trembled the earth.

"I will kill all the sick people who can't leave. We have so many piglets. My plantation doesn't need a sick man who can't work!"

The leader of the Yixing Association provocatively assigned orders to his henchmen.