Chapter 374 War or Peace, I'm up to you to choose!

Liang Pengfei stood there and smiled gribly, just like Satan who had just come to the world from hell. The damp and sultry sea breeze seemed to have become extremely cold and sad at this moment. Macartney felt that an invisible big hand grabbed his throat, and the breathless sense of suffocation made his brain Leave a blank.

"Answer me, Dear Ambassador, I want to know that your West is different from our East." While Liang Pengfei continued to ask the magonny, which was as stiff as a stone sculpture, with his magnetic voice, lightly and skillfully played with the slender and snowy three-edged bayonet, and the light belt of the sharp blade made these Westerners seem to see the strange metal color on the Pandora's box.

"We, our king, are very kind." Macartney licked his dry lips and followed the three-edging bayonet beating lightly in Liang Pengfei's palm in horror.

Hearing Macartney's answer, Liang Pengfei smiled faintly, and then raised the three-edging bayonet in his hand and stabbed it directly... The second figure of the British Empire's envoy, the alternate member of the noble House of the British Empire, the chest of Baron John, who has a noble title. A terrible three-edged wound appeared on it, and the blood quickly flew into the air and scattered into a mist of blood, dripping on the pale face of Lord Macartney standing a short distance away.

At this moment, the noble British nobleman is like a dying catfish twisting and rolling on the ground, with a stream of red blood surging in his open mouth.

"My God, you actually killed him..." Macartney covered his bloody face in disbelief, with despair, fear and unwillingness in his eyes.

"It's unreasonable for you to kill a nobleman like this for no reason." Viscount Edmund, a member of the Supervision Committee of the British East India Company, stood among the Westerners who were as frightened as him, reminding the Westerners around him that there were still brave and upright nobles among the British with shouts that were not much higher than usual. However, the dirty words he originally wanted to scold Liang Pengfei turned into a painless question when he said it. It seemed that his reason still made him know the important surname of survival.

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Liang Pengfei still held the three-edged bayonet that was dripping blood beads in his hand. He turned his face and looked at Viscount Edmund. Then he took a step and walked towards him in response to the resentment of the Viscount Edmund.

"Is it too unreasonable? I want to ask you, when you, the English East India Company smuggle opium into this land, when you point your guns at the innocent Chinese who work hard in the Southern Ocean, when you capture the original residence on the African continent as your slaves, when you drive you. Is there any reasonable and humanitarian explanation for the warships when they use your guns to invade this continent?

At this time, Liang Pengfei had already stood in front of Viscount Edmund. He lowered his head slightly and looked down at the powerful British aristocrat, who was more than half a head tall and powerful in the British Eastern Colony.

Looking at this pale face and his eyes full of despair, Liang Pengfei changed the bloody bayonet to his left hand, and then stretched out his right hand, which was still covered with blood, and elegantly blocked the neckline of the viscount Edmund. A small part of the shirt lace, after seeing Viscount Edmund take a half step back in horror, Liang Pengfei shrugged his shoulders innocently. Then, he continued to reach out and patted Viscount Edmund's fat face. A trace of ferociousness appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Answer my question. Dear, noble and civilized Viscount Edmund, I hope you don't challenge my majesty again and again like your companions.

"We... I'm not sure. I mean, I really don't know. It was that guy who did it. It was the chairman of the committee's decision he made. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't agree to smuggle even a straw to your land here. I can swear to God, please believe me. Viscount Edmund smelled the strong smell of blood in his hand. At this moment, his reason had collapsed. Tears of pleading flowed in his eyes, and he held his hands on his chest and explained it humbly and lamely, like a beggar who had been hungry for a few days, eager to beg for a little leftovers.

Seeing Edmund's expression, Liang Pengfei shook his head disappointedly. Originally, he hoped that the noble British aristocrat could be a little harder, but he really couldn't lift the interest in killing him.

Liang Pengfei glanced at the Europeans around him. Those who showed off their power and always felt that they were such noble and civilized people. At this moment, they were trying to make their backbone look hunched, and their heads were subconsciously lowered, like a group of poor quail.

"Dear Marcelo, I want to ask you, how did the Spaniards deal with those fugitives?" Liang Pengfei's eyes fell on one of the guests, Marcelo, the governor of the Spanish colony who was familiar with him.

"Dear Führer, we usually crucify them." Marcelo's voice looked extremely dry, but the sweat on his face was more happy than the stream.

"What about you? Dear Mr. Ambassador, do you have any way to execute fugitives differently from crucifixion? Liang Pengfei turned his face and looked straight at the body that had lost its signs of life, and his legs were still shaking.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. I really don't know. I'm just a diplomat and have nothing to do with the war." Macartney repeated this sentence nervously to distinguish himself.

"What about you, the distinguished Viscount Edmund, tell me how you deal with the Indians who are against you?" Liang Pengfei was very unhappy that he was like a stupid bird in a monologue. These guys were really too faceless and uncooperative.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's frown, Viscount Edmund provided Liang Pengfei with several options at the fastest speed, such as hanging, either cutting off his head, or playing with burning, but burning is generally used to deal with heresy.

"Okay, have you heard the killing methods of these two Western civilizations? All these prisoners of war who were captured with the intention of escaping from prison were half nailed to the cross, and the other half were cut down directly. Liang Pengfei turned around and gave the order loudly.

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The desperate screams of British prisoners of war, the dullness of the wrong blade and bones, the vibration of the head, and the moans of the prisoners of war nailed to the cross made of logs one after another.

And Liang Pengfei stood in front of this scene comparable to hell, standing in front of these Western colonial officials and nobles, holding the bloody bayonet high, but his movements were noble and elegant like a profound aristocrat, with gentle and detailed eyes like a mentor who soothed the human soul. The voice was calm and soft: "Don't worry, everyone, I'm also a civilized person. To be precise, I'm more civilized and elegant than you, so I won't kill people for no reason."

But the tip of the bloody three-ededed bayonet knife was still slowly dripping blood, and the blood spots splashed on his face, with his smile twisted and distorted, looking so ferocious and violent.

"What's the matter, dear Governor Gronin, do you think I am a civilized man or a barbarian?" Liang Pengfei's eyes fell on one of the guests who had vomited yellow bile, and there was something meaningful in the smile on his face.

"You, of course you are a civilized person." Governor Groning finally squeezed out a far-fetched smile.

"Civilized people?" Liang Pengfei looked up and laughed wildly. He scared Governor Gronin to death and subconsciously took two small steps back, suppressing the desire to continue to vomit, for fear that Liang Pengfei would kill him because of his rudeness.

Liang Pengfei threw the bayonet disdainfully, allowing it to easily pierce the solid ground, patted his big hand, and raised his head: "The degree of civilization of a country is directly proportional to the strength it has. As long as you can trample all the enemies under your feet, then you are the most literary in the world. In a clear country, you can use your culture and language to teach all the enemies who succumb to your strength and let them understand how civilized you are. Isn't that what you have been doing?"

No one wants to answer his question stupidly. No one wants to argue with him for the sake of their own life. Besides, Liang Pengfei's words do say what they want. Yes, for a hundred or two hundred years, Europeans have done this in every corner of the world, if they weren't afraid of Liang Peng. Feihui suddenly burst into a slam, and they may be willing to collectively applaud Liang Pengfei at this moment.

"You should know that I believe in God. Well, he is often with me, because I am the most devout believer. The Bible tells me that God's right hand is loving, but his left hand is terrible." Liang Pengfei didn't need their answer now. He said it loudly, just like a proud emperor announcing his will to his subjects.

"And now, I also want to tell you, my Western friends, I once solemnly swore that I love peace, but I have never been afraid of war. In one hand, I hold peace and friendship, even money and wealth, but in the other hand, there are only snowy knives and guns, and the eternal death and fear. Moreover, I'm free to let you choose... I won't mind that you deliberately chose the wrong one." Liang Pengfei laughed and said.

"This madman..." Viscount Edmund cursed bitterly in the bottom of his heart.

(to be continued)