Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The distant Chile and the Home Country were very clear, the distance between them was not just fifty thousand kilometers, to the people of the nineteenth century, this could already be said to be the distance of separation forever.

During the European era of immigration to the North America, when the European poor families boarded the sailboats, they were already mentally prepared to part with their hometown forever. Only the most persecuted European Protestantism and the poorest people in that era would have the courage to set foot on the road to leaving their hometown.

It was the same in China. The North America labourers who traversed the Pacific Ocean in that era, as well as the Heaven veterans s who came to South America. If they did not die, who would walk this path?

Even though people were leaving their homes, their kinship was getting stronger and stronger. To these veterans, reuniting with others from their hometown was almost like a dream. As expected, the ones who came over were Weng Derong and Chen Yonglu. The one who hugged his head and cried with Tie Toutuo was the older Weng Derong, and the one at the side was Chen Yonglu.

Solitary Snow had no way out of this foreign land, he went from rising from the mines to cooperating with the Chile to winning one match after another. Weng Derong and Chen Yonglu could only grit their teeth and force themselves to the top.

No matter how bitter or tired they were, no matter how many casualties the brothers suffered, they would not shed a single tear because they knew that in this remote and foreign land, no one cared about your tears. All they saw was your blood.

And today, they finally heard the sound of a country bumpkin, and saw their old brother in the Kingdom of Heaven. After conversing with him in secret, they realized that Tie Toutuo was actually a subordinate under the King Yi, which was considered an old status in the Taiping Army. They were all half-way to Taiping Army, and the prince that followed them, Li Shixian, was a late stage grand duke, so their qualifications couldn't be compared with King Yi's.

When the new recruits saw the veterans and the direct line of descent, it was as if a wanderer had found his home and an orphan had found something to rely on. The iron blooded man's feelings of grievance exploded all of a sudden.

"Bring the wine!" "If I don't get drunk today, I'll take care of this tavern …"

grabbed Tie Toutuo's sleeve and cried out loud, "Did you know? When they came here, they had over thirteen thousand brothers! So far, only 8000 were left … Wuu! "Sick ones, exhausted ones, tortured to death by the mines, and even killed in battle. We've splattered blood all the way here …"

"We're missing one dead person. We've seen less and less of our brothers. Every time we bury someone, it feels like we're giving ourselves a funeral …" The living dead! "We're just a bunch of living dead people …"

Weng Derong drained his glass, "Father, mother, you couldn't give birth to us, senior did not cultivate for your entire life before you were reincarnated into troubled times. "We have to fight our way out of this country. Who would've thought that we would have to rely on killing to survive in this foreign land …"

"We are not afraid of death, because we already have no way out. Chile doesn't have any extra weapons for us, we just need to forge our own taiping knife. People have to live like a human! "

With a bang, the taiping knife that was drenched in blood was slammed onto the table. The owner of the tavern did not understand Chinese, but they recognized this blade. In all of South America, only a group of god of death would use this taiping knife.

In this war, the Taiping Army and the taiping knife were undoubtedly the most terrifying memories of the three nations, and the Chinese who waved the triangular flag were the god of death sent by God.

They could fight non-stop for a day and night without any rest. They could constantly harass the enemies with gongs, drums, and horns. They would attack over and over again, dragging Fatty down and the skinny one to death, until everyone's mental breakdown.

They did not know what death and terror was, but they loved to fight on the same level. Every time the taiping knife flashed cold light on the battlefield, all the enemies would know, that their fate was death, and the most terrifying way to behead a human was to behead a human.

However, the barbarians from hell had the harshest discipline and countless schemes. This kind of fighting style was completely unsuitable for the army formed by the indigenous people of South America.

In the end, the taiping knife had already become the symbol of this army. Even though those ruffians had guns in their hands, in front of the taiping knife, they still turned into a dog with a broken spine.

"Domineering!" Good for men! They didn't embarrass us Chinese! Prime Minister, you have not sent us to support you in vain … "Good brothers, now that we have reinforcements, the prime minister has brought ten thousand men to support you. They are all veterans of the Heavenly Kingdom …"

"Damn it, this bunch of bastards, even the Chile is not good stuff, why don't they give us the Gun? They're using us as cannon fodder? "I can't tolerate this. This definitely can't be tolerated …"

Weng Derong laughed bitterly: "Master, you don't know, it's not that the Chile is harsh on us, but you really haven't experienced the war here. These countries are simply too poor, it's not like what you think …"

"Take the Chile for example, it has already been fifty years since he became independent from the Spaniard, so for us outsiders to see such a long time, the building of a nation should have long been done well. "But this place is too poor, we can't produce any kind of Gun or oceanic cannons, we have to spend money to buy them …"

"Although Chile possesses countless copper, silver and iron ores … "There are still saltpeter and bird droppings, but the export of these minerals has been monopolized by European merchants and they are unable to sell for a high price …"

On the surface, they look like troops trained by the Westerners, but in my eyes, they are just a bunch of farmers who can release Gun and line up in the aisle. Many people actually use European crossbows to fight on the battlefield …

Chen Yonglu continued, "That's right, this country is even richer than the Qing Dynasty. They let the Spaniard colonize for 300 years! Do you know, it's been almost three hundred years! "When the nation was destroyed, our country was still the Great Ming Jia Jing dynasty …"

"Pah …" Three hundred years of colonization had already turned the people here into weaklings. Fifty years ago, the so-called independence was organized by the descendants of the white people. This group of servants have long since forgotten their ancestors … "

"On the battlefield, I can clearly feel that their hearts are lacking a bit of vigor. They don't know why they want to fight, they don't have any ancestors, they don't have any countries' consciousness, and they don't even have the determination to risk their lives for a better life! "They just get paid and live their lives like that …"

"The enemy and I are hiding in the stronghold, shooting arrows and firing guns. After a few cries, dozens of people from both sides died. The side with a lot of dead people couldn't take it anymore, they turned around and ran …"

"They can't attack in the dark, and they can't engage in close combat either. They don't have the same aura of using their fists, teeth, or even perishing together!"

"This is a group of peasants fighting. Moreover, it's a group of poor and destitute, clanking peasants!"