Chapter 93 As fierce as a lion and a tiger, killing three people in one step

Taking a deep breath of cigar, Liang Pengfei picked up the microphone again: "I say for the last time, who has ever hurt my compatriots? Stand on the left for me. Those who have not hurt my compatriots, stand on the right for me. If no one has moved this time, all of you will be hanged on the walls of Manila on the charge of hurting my compatriots. I have always done what I have said. Liang Pengfei stood on the temporary high platform, holding a huge copper horn in his hand so that his voice could spread all over the open space. Although this shape really made Liang Pengfei feel that he was stupid like a production captain who called the farmers to get up and earn work in the 1950s with a loudspeaker, there was nothing he could do.

This time, as soon as Liang Pengfei's words fell, the crowd immediately began to scratch. Almost everyone walked to the right with the same goal. Seeing the actions of these people, Liang Pengfei laughed. A bunch of idiots."

"Don't give me a problem. You know, there is not much difference between killing 5,000 people and killing 2,000 people. Therefore, you must make a choice. At least half of the people should go to the left. Now I am very kind enough to give you a time to choose, otherwise, the end will be death!" Liang Pengfei raised his hand and hooked it. Bai Shusheng came over, holding a thread in his hand, which was so slender that it almost made people feel that it was a toothpick.

Liang Pengfei stared at Bai Shusheng with dissatisfaction, took the thread incense, pressed his finger, pressed the nearly-foot-long thread incense into two pieces, and then lit the short one and inserted it on the ground.

The bottom was full of crying and scolding. The inner panic and desire to survive of the Luzon natives turned into hatred for their compatriots. They began to blame and fight with each other, and they all wanted to push each other away and let them leave here.

Looking at the scene of these indigenous people fighting and scolding each other in the middle of the open space, Liang Pengfei turned his head. Governor Marcelo, do you think these people will bravely walk to the left?

Governor Marcelo's eyes turned like a prisoner to be hanged: "Well, I really can't guess, but I believe that there won't be too many people who are willing to die."

"Yes, there are too few people who have the courage to devote themselves in this world." Liang Pengfei exhaled a mass of smoke and watched it soon be blown without a trace by the strong sea breeze.

"So, heroes let people sing and sing." Governor Marcelo echoed that although he did not know in his heart which of the most vicious words and words were cursing the demon-like young Chinese pirate in front of him, it did not prevent him from showing a humble and respectful smile on his face.

"Do you think this nation will have heroes?" Liang Pengfei turned around and said with a mocking face.

Marcelo shook his head. To be honest, even if his head is made of an idiot, and his heart is full of the superiority of Europeans in the civilized world, Governor Marcelo will never think that these dirty, lazy and greedy people who contain many negative terms of human beings will have such a great personality. Existence.

"But we have, and there will always be such people. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many heroes there are." Liang Pengfei bent the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of pride and pride. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky and the thunder and lightning shining in the clouds, his mood was excited.

Throughout the ages, there are countless heroes of the Chinese nation. This kind of national pride is natural and engraved in its own blood.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's expression, Marcelo opened his mouth. Although he did not want to admit it, he could not deny this fact. At least, the pirate leader of the Qing Dynasty in front of him had the capital and pride to become a hero.

Just say that with only 2,000 soldiers, he destroyed one-third of the more well-equipped European pirates and the Spanish allied forces and captured nearly half. With such a record, it is worthy of the title of hero in any country.

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"Well, now, I want to know how many people are standing on the left and how many people are standing on the right?" Liang Pengfei picked up the big copper horn, and the sound now hovered over the open space.

Brother Li and other gunners were holding torches. The lead of the cannon had been plugged in, and they could fire at the crowd in the field at any time. With the command, the gunmen around them also picked up the muskets in their hands again, staring at the crowd crying and pushing in the middle of the open space with indifferent eyes.

Dozens of people were beaten to the right and pushed to the left. They all let their compatriots get blue and swollen, with their eyes tilted, and looked miserable as if they had just been killed by the Tyrannosaurus Rex. He cried and wanted to rush into the right, but soon fell under the fists and feet of his compatriots again and was thrown to the left.

"Why are there so few people on the left? Or none of you can understand my Spanish, or you still want to try it fortunately to see if you don't blame your law like the Governor General of Spain, right? Liang Pengfei rekindled a cigar and said to his mouth, looking at everything, as if looking at a group of inconspicuous ants, sweeping over the Luzon indigenous people who occupied a large area of flat land.

Silence was restored in the open space, and I don't know if their barbaric backbone and pride as indigenous people were still supporting their backbone, and the eyes of hatred mixed with fear wandered on the surrounding gun forest and artillery.

"Well, you all cherish your own lives, which shows that you also have brains, but what's strange to me is, do you think that you have never thought that you would be punished if you bullied my compatriots? Don't you know that you can't live if you commit your own sins?! Is it you who have killed my countless compatriots, whether you have plundered their property, or have you abused their wives and daughters... Today, I have come here, and I want you to pay for the sins you have committed before. Liang Pengfei paused and took a deep breath of the cigar. Indifferent eyes swept over these annoying natives. Now, I'll make a choice for you."

Liang Pengfei threw the exaggerated copper horn aside and nodded to Monk Chen: "Take people, tie up all the people standing on the left, and take them to the bottom of this high platform to kneel down."

"No, I'm enough by myself!" ** With his upper body, Monk Chen, who showed his rock-like muscles, choked, pulled out the sword on his waist that was faster than the length of the musket. He jumped down from the high platform, like a roc gliding in the sky with his wings. When he landed, the dust that shook up made people feel like a siege car was The illusion of pushing down the wall.

Monk Chen walked straight to the dozens of trembling pirates without squinting, and Liang Pengfei rolled his eyes. This bastard! Scholar, let people stare at me. I don't want anyone to make a fool of myself at this time.

Bai Shusheng nodded and hooked his fingers behind him. More than a dozen gunmen with guns on their backs immediately stepped forward and flattened the rifles in their hands on their chests. These people were one of the sharpshooters in thousands of Liang's men. As long as they found that Monk Chen was a little dangerous, they would shoot and kill all lives mercilessly.

The faces of those indigenous people were full of despair. Some cried and howled towards the crowd on the right, and were once again driven away by their blood-linked companions with fists, toes and even teeth.

There were also several strong natives who stood up, wiped off the blood from the corners of their mouths, and exposed a mouthful of bloody teeth. Their heavy breaths rolled in the wind. Their desperate and crazy eyes faced the fast-moving monk Chen without fear, like a group of wolves who fell into the hunter's trap and were about to fight back crazily.

Monk Chen's mouth showed a frantic smile. His heavy footsteps suddenly became light, and the speed was also accelerating. The snowy long knife in his hand danced round and dazzling pulp in his palm.

Three dying indigenous monsters shouted and rushed up with their bare hands. At this moment, their desperate idea of pulling a cushion made them burst into unprecedented courage.

The knife light flew by like snowflakes, without a line of stagnation, which even made everyone feel that their eyes lit up. They couldn't help squinting their eyes. After a few blinks, Monk Chen had crossed two indigenous people who were fighting back. Two heads flew to the middle of the air, and the eyes with crazy eyes had turned into dead fish, and the corners of their mouths The ferocious also turned into a dying silent cry.

There was also an indigenous man who was hung on the knife by Monk Chen's scary sword. His mouth was spewing with red blood, holding the blade desperately with both hands, as if he wanted to pull the handle out of his chest.

Monk Chen shouted wildly, turned the handle of the knife, and raised it up fiercely. Unexpectedly, he raised the indigenous man hanging on the knife in mid-air, threw it out, and flew diagonally. When it fell to the ground, there was no movement at all.

This knife not only made the courage of those indigenous people who were ready to grab the knife back their mother's womb, but even with the help of the guards, Shi Xianggu, who had just walked to the sidelines, couldn't help but take a cold breath, and her pupils shrank slightly.

Not only because of Monk Chen's knife skills, but also what makes her jealous of Monk Chen's ox-like strength. If ordinary people cut off one head at most, the power will decline, while Monk Chen is as relaxed as if she took two mushrooms from the rotten wood. In the end, this knife can only be done by the fierce man with brute force comparable to the lion and tiger.

"It's really as fierce as a lion and a tiger, killing three people in one step." Aunt Shi Xiang couldn't help praising.

Liang Pengfei couldn't help blowing a loud whistle. He thought he was the best in the world, but he couldn't be more handsome than Monk Chen. Your grandmother's, the dog's monk, like a scholar, robs me of the limelight all day long. Although he scolded like this in his mouth, the smile at the corners of his eyes and mouth revealed his sincere appreciation for his brave and unparalleled subordinates.

(to be continued)