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Pablo is forty-five years old this year, and he belongs to the second generation of immigrants.

His father was a Spanish tramp who was recruited to explore South America. After murder and arson, he came to the Philippines. Gradually, the oppressed natives opened up plantations and planted sugar cane on hundreds of acres of nearby land.

Pablo's mother is the daughter of an indigenous chief (similar to a village head).

The chief's whole family was killed except his mother, who was forced to marry his father. As for those tribal civilians, those who survived by chance all became plantation serfs.

Although his grandfather's family was slaughtered and his mother was tortured, Pablo was still proud of his Spanish heritage. He does not admit that he has indigenous blood, so after inheriting the family business, he forbids his mother to go out and can only live in a small house all year round.

In order to purify his bloodline, Pablo tried hard to find a European woman to marry him.

It's a pity that there are very few European women in the Philippines, and even if there are single ones, they will not marry him, a mixed-race plantation owner. In desperation, he also married a mixed race, who at least looked fairer than the aboriginal woman.

Now, he is worrying about the marriage of his eldest son.

The scale of the plantation is getting bigger and bigger, and his own money is getting more and more. The daughter-in-law must be a purebred white person!

"Father, this woman can be my wife!" the eldest son Juan excitedly said.

Pablo shook his head: "No, this is a Chinese woman, your wife must be European."

Juan sighed, "But I'm already 22 years old, so I can't wait any longer."

Pablo said: "If you want a woman, you can make her your slave girl, and you must never really marry her."

A few days ago, Pablo went to Manila and experienced the Tu Hua incident.

He immediately rode back to the plantation, took his three sons and dozens of serfs, and rushed to the Han market town in the northwest. But he moved too slowly back and forth, the Han market town was emptied, and there were Han corpses everywhere.

Just when they returned in frustration, they found a large family of Han Chinese.

So, the father and son and their serfs killed all the fleeing Han people and robbed them of all their property. There was only one girl left, who was taken back by the eldest son Juan because of her beauty.

"kill!"

The shouts and killings in the sugarcane field were loud, and Pablo was startled. He hurried back to the house to pick up the matchlock gun, and then summoned the serfs to check the situation.

At this moment, several serfs escaped from the sugarcane field, pushed open the gate of the fence and rushed in: "The Han... The Han people are here!"

Pablo immediately shouted: "Defend the courtyard wall!"

The four fathers and sons had matchlock guns, and nearly a hundred serfs held cane knives, all guarding behind the fence.

Wan Zhaoan rushed to the forefront, shouting all the way: "Kill, kill the red-haired ghost to grab food! Eat, eat!"

"Eat, eat!"

The refugees who were exhausted from hunger cheered up after eating a few mouthfuls of sugarcane. Because if they break through the manor, they will have food, and if they don’t eat, they will all starve to death.

Even, during the charge, more than a dozen fainted.

There is no way to speak, just rushing forward indiscriminately, with green lights in pairs of hungry eyes.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The father and son shot one after another. Due to the long distance, only one Han fell down, and the rest continued to charge desperately.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

There was another burst of gunfire, and this time they rushed closer, and three people were killed by matchlock guns.

Pablo reloaded in a panic, trying to fire a third round. But under the panic, the bullets could not be inserted, and he barely loaded the matchlock gun until the Han people rushed outside the wall.

"boom!"

Another Han fell.

The wall is very high, one foot long, and it is usually used to guard against the natives.

More than 30 Han people slammed their bodies against the gate of the wall. The rest of the Han people, in the posture of stacking Arhats, crazily climbed the wall.

There are many shooting holes in the wall, and the native serfs used cane knives to stab the Han people outside through the holes.

Before the Han people climbed up the fence, the gate of the courtyard wall was knocked down.

Seeing this, the rest of the Han people rushed in immediately.

Scholar Lei Lisheng's eyes were red, and he shouted: "Kill them all, kill them all!"

Except for a few Han people who had weapons, most of them held sticks and stones. Some even threw away their sticks and rushed in with sugarcane sticks.

The native serfs fled in an instant, and were overtaken by the frantic Han people, who pointed stone sticks at their heads and greeted them.

Regardless of the miserable life experience of these serfs, when they slaughtered the Han people, they were even more vicious than the Spanish colonists.

Pablo was about to summon his three sons to flee for their lives, when he saw the youngest son killed in a blink of an eye. The second son was also thrown down by several Han people, and he was hit hard on the head twice, and it seemed that he was going to die.

Pablo drew his knife and chopped down a Han man, and then got two sticks on his arm.

After killing two serfs, Wan Zhaoan rushed to Pablo and hit his throat with a knife.

Pablo fell to the ground clutching his neck. In his last consciousness, he saw the eldest son also being knocked down, and five or six Han people surrounded him and beat him.

Wan Zhaoan completely lost control of the army, and more than 2,000 Han Chinese wandered around and rushed to kill. Regardless of whether they are Spaniards or indigenous people, they must kill people who are alive when they see them, so as to vent their anger and fear.

While they were killing people, they were also looking for food everywhere.

I found a horse in the yard, and I smashed it with a stone and stick, trying to kill the horse, drink blood and eat meat. Under the pain of the war horse, it kicked the Han behind him to death, and then ran madly and fled.

Pablo's wife and daughter were also found hiding in the cabinet and were beaten to death with sticks on the spot.

There is also Pablo's mother, an indigenous woman whose whole family was killed and her son was put under house arrest. She also couldn't escape being beaten to death.

All went crazy, their minds were only eating and killing people.

"Help, help, I am a Han!" Fang Huizhong shouted, she was tied up in the room and could not move.

This confusion lasted until evening, when I was exhausted and finally stopped.

The corpses all over the ground made people feel nauseous, but the stomach was empty, and all the vomit was acid water.

Wan Zhaoan organized the male soldiers to look for food, asked the female soldiers to cook and cook, and then sent some people to collect useful supplies.

Lei Lisheng brought the girl back: "Marshal, I found a girl from the Han family who was tied up in the house by the red ghost."

Wan Zhaoan asked, "What's your name?"

"Fang Huizhong... woo woo woo!" The girl wailed loudly.

Crying for a long time, calming down a little, and finally telling what happened to me.

She belongs to the second generation of immigrants, and her father came here in the last years of Wanli. At the beginning, he worked in Manila, and was later organized to go to the north for reclamation, where a Han village gradually formed.

Just a few days ago, the Spaniards, Japanese, and Pampanga people rushed in without warning, killing Han people when they saw them, and looting goods when they saw them.

Fang Huizhong's family managed to escape the catastrophe. On the way to escape, they met this plantation owner again. Now she was killed and she was the only one left.

Wan Zhaoan said: "Fill your stomach first, so you can rest well tonight."

In the morning of the next day, Wan Zhaoan called everyone together, and he was going to hold a grievance meeting.

Let Fang Huizhong tell the story first, and after arousing everyone's indignation, let other Han people tell the story.

Only two or three people were mentioned, and there was a lot of crying at the scene, because their relatives died tragically.

In the end, Wan Zhaoan roared angrily: "Brothers and sisters, the red ghosts in Luzon and these barbarians want to kill us Han people. If we want to survive, we can only go to the mountains in the north. When we get to the mountains, we will train soldiers." Farming, we need to survive first. His Majesty the Emperor of Datong will definitely send troops to save us!"

"Why did the emperor come to save us? Decades ago, the Chinese in Luzon were killed, and Lord Wanli didn't send half a soldier!" A Han man said angrily.

Wan Zhaoan immediately said: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Datong is different from other emperors! I heard that the Han people in Dongfan (Taiwan) were being bullied, so His Majesty the Emperor of Datong sent troops to kill the red-haired ghosts. But the emperor sent troops It takes time, we have to live on our own. After entering the mountain, both men and women must practice killing the enemy!"

Believe it or not, they have to believe that this is the only hope of survival.

After staying in the sugarcane plantation for two days to fill his stomach and recover his strength, Wan Zhaoan ordered to take supplies to the mountains in the north.

Before departure, the number of people was counted. Due to illness and death in battle, there were only 2548 people left at this time.

A few days later, on their way into the mountains, they captured a banana plantation. This time the fight was a little more organized. Although it was still a mob, at least they barely obeyed the military orders.

The weapons were also more advanced. Nine matchlock guns were grabbed before and after, and many soldiers were also equipped with knives—most of them were knives for cutting sugar cane and bananas.

However, when attacking the banana orchard, a total of eleven people were killed or injured, four of whom were killed on the spot.

The Spanish governor received the news and sent 100 Spanish arquebus soldiers, 200 Japanese mercenaries, and 2,000 Bangbangya soldiers to chase after him. Wan Zhaoan has brought people into the mountain without even catching a hair. Their real enemies are the climate, disease, snakes, insects, rats and ants in the mountains.

It's a tropical rainforest!

Zhao Han received the news from Tu Hua a little later than Governor Batavia.

Spain not only slaughtered the Chinese, but also detained the Chinese merchant ships near the port, and slaughtered all the Han people on the merchant ships. However, some merchant ships still fled back to Fujian and went to the chief secretary of Fujian to complain, and the chief envoy immediately sent someone to Nanjing to report.

Zhao Han's face was gloomy, and he was extremely angry.

Tian Younian said: "Your Majesty, the killing of people overseas is certainly worthy of pity, but there is no need to send out large-scale troops. You can order to prohibit the trading of Spanish merchant ships, and call on ships from all countries to attack Spanish merchant ships together."

Li Banghua also said: "Your Majesty, although several provinces have had good harvests this year, they have spent too much money and food to immigrate to Shandong and Henan. The remaining food will be saved for next year's war. Liaodong is also at war with the Manchus. The military rations need to be transported every month. At this critical time, we can no longer start a war, and everything must be prioritized."

Pang Chunlai said: "When the Tartars ravaged Liaodong, the ministers were like abandoned people outside the customs. They were always looking forward to the imperial army. If there are any Han people in Lu Song, they must dream of His Majesty sending troops. Of course, when should we fight? If you want to fight a war, you have to understand the situation thoroughly. The ministers of the court and the central government are blind to Lu Song, and they really can't come up with any regulations. You can call the generals of the Han army, and it is best to call Zheng Zhilong to question."

After some discussion, Zhao Han ordered: "Send Zheng Zhilong!"

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