Ming Zuo

Chapter 1237 Bloody Night

Centripetal nature is inevitable in human society.

At the heart of this trend is economics.

Although the Spanish colonization caused great harm to Luzon, the social model and economic and trade wealth brought by the Spaniards also made the people here gradually gather in the most prosperous places.

With the castle built by the Spaniards as the core, the surrounding area has become a densely populated town from the original desolation and barrenness.

Not only the Spaniards and Han Chinese, but even the indigenous people live around here.

Although the various forces have demarcated different territories due to different races, they are not far from each other.

The gathering places of the Kakun tribe and the Han people are only separated by a mountain.

When the sun was setting, the more than [-] Han Chinese under the personal command of the Xia Army's special forces were divided into teams one after another.

They all received weapons in their hands.

There are knives, guns, even shields and bows.

Regardless of whether these Han people were originally brave or cowardly, on this night, they could only do their best to survive.

If it's just themselves, maybe they don't dare to take this step.

The arrival and leadership of Xia Jun's special forces allowed them to find their backbone, and they followed with firm footsteps.

The darkness gradually fell, and the surrounding vision began to shrink sharply.

The six thousand Han people couldn't see what was happening in front of them at all, so they could only follow each other, stepping forward blindly.

Someone was walking, suddenly tripped and fell to the ground.

While groping to get up, his hand touched something.

After touching it carefully again, I suddenly found that it turned out to be a corpse as cold as iron.

The man yelled "Ah", and just about to shout, there was a reprimand from the special forces next to him.

"Shut up and hurry up."

Someone died.

Although I don't know who it is, the bloody night has already been felt by six thousand Han people.

Along the way, more and more corpses were encountered.

Some of them can be seen clearly by the Han people in a bright place, and they are the most elite fighters of the Kakun tribe.

These people usually show off their might, are cruel and easy to kill, and even dare to eat human flesh raw. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are devils.

However, no one knows exactly how he was killed.

In the dark night, there was no sound at all, which made it even more strange.

In the gathering area of ​​Han people, Chen Jiujiu kept looking at the watch on his wrist.

This novel thing was given to him by Zhu Jin.

Zhu Jin told him that when the shortest and thickest needle on the top points to the number eight, they can start.

When the big event was approaching, Chen Jiujiu became more and more nervous. He could only feel his heart beating wildly, which made him almost faint.

But the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of Han people were on his shoulders, so he had to forcefully hold on.

Watching the hands move round and round, the time is extremely long.

He really wanted to smash the glass cover on it and move the hands of the clock to go faster.

Finally, the shortest and thickest hand pointed at the eight position.

Chen Jiujiu jumped up, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

When he was unsteady, the words he blurted out were slightly different.

"Let the big guys make a fuss and kill all those natives."

The task Zhu Jin gave him was to create chaos in the town.As for killing, it's the next best thing.

However, as a member of the Han people, he has encountered too many bullying from the natives, and Chen Jiujiu's psychology is suppressing the surging fire of hatred.

Now someone gave him the opportunity to vent wantonly, and he turned into the most terrifying ghost.

Like him, once all the Han people go crazy, they are actually the scariest.

More than two thousand Han Chinese rushed out of the courtyard and into the town like a pack of wolves with weapons.

At this moment, everything should be destroyed in their eyes.

So the door of the aborigine's house was broken open, and all the people inside, regardless of men, women, old or young, were hacked to death with random knives.

Some aboriginal aristocratic houses are strong, so just throw torches inside.

Soon, the whole town became restless.

The fire started at one point or two points, and then spread into pieces, raging like a sea.

The whole night is lit with fire.

Under the flames, the wailing sound of the slaughter was loud, shocking all the living beings in the world.

The Spanish castle in the distance was alarmed immediately.

"Monsieur Governor, there is a commotion in the town."

Asura Torres got the report and quickly climbed up the city wall, looking into the city.

However, the distance is too far away, apart from being able to hear the shouts of killing, nothing can be seen clearly.

"Damn natives, it's not yet the appointed time, why did they take the lead?"

"Mr. Governor, I think I have seen through the thinking of these natives."

A tall, bearded officer with shrewd eyes came up to him.

Seeing this person, Asura Torres had some displeasure in his expression.

"Captain Peake, tell me what you think."

The officer was very proud, and at the same time, there was some contempt for Asura Torres in his eyes.

"Those natives are very greedy. In their eyes, treasure is more important than anything else. Obviously, they are very afraid that we will take away all the treasure after we make a move, so they decided to attack first."

Asura Torres listened carefully, and couldn't help asking: "Then shall we do it too?"

Captain Peake shook his head.

"At night like this, if we act rashly, we may have conflicts with these aborigines. Let the Han people fight these aborigines more fiercely first, and it is best for both sides to suffer heavy casualties. By tomorrow morning, we can clean up the mess. Maybe those natives who are not respectful to us can also disappear forever."

What a diabolical ruse.

Asura Torres nodded silently.

"I have already remembered your credit. When the time is right, I will definitely recommend you to the country."

In fact, he was cursing in his heart.

Damn the Catalans, they will never get ahead in the Spanish army for the rest of their lives.

The situation was unclear in the dark night, and the Spaniards did not dare to go out of the city, so they could only watch from the sidelines.

Without the Spaniards in the lineup, the shortcomings of the natives were completely exposed.

Facing the organized premeditation of the Han people, they had no power to fight back.

The natives in the city were all strangled in fear and confusion, and the red-eyed Han people had already occupied the entire city outside the castle.

On the other side of the mountain, the attack of the special forces was like a hot knife cutting butter, breaking through the Kakun tribe's defense without a sound.

Kakun, an ambitious man, is discussing with the leaders of the tribe how to deal with the Spaniards after the elimination of the Han people.

Before the conclusion of the discussion was reached, the special forces surrounded his residence like ghosts.

Both are life and death enemies, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

The Special Forces were merciless.

A few grenades were thrown in, killing all the leaders of the Kakun tribe on the spot.

As soon as those tribal fighters who reacted drew their swords, they were killed in pieces by the muskets of the special forces.

The [-] Han people who were still on their way hurriedly cheered up when they heard the sound of guns and guns, and rushed into the unsuspecting Kakun tribe brandishing their weapons.

(End of this chapter)