Chapter 251: Murmur under the torrent

The Fox Church in Macau is now in ruins.
Tang Ruola's staying force is not much, not to mention that Li Yan and Cai Qiao have planned for a long time, and they already have an early draft of this operation.
Before Tang Ruola sent troops, he killed the local colleague Zheng Da, Qing Xiangshan County Zhao Zhaoyi, sent people to block the government house, killed more than 1,000 local officers and men in Macao, and the people in the township and township were also left behind The brutal repression of the Portuguese, which was tragic, need not be detailed.
Because of this, the long-term dissatisfaction of the local people in Macau with the Portuguese has almost reached its peak. The government office was killed, the "lease" layer of shroud was torn off, the horror of the fallen slaves was firmly pressed on his head, and the Red Flag helped to use his influence on the coast with little effort and inspired hundreds of people. , Outrageously impacted the Portuguese church.
On the Portuguese side, the spirit was very tense. In this situation, the killer was not hesitated, but it was fueled by fire. On the contrary, local Turks and their enemies ravaged.
Cai's smuggling ship transported boxes of muskets and weapons, which were escorted by the 500-golden person of the Tianbao Security Force. Qian Junbiao, nephew, Zhao Xiaoyi, and other people were among them. They simply tangled the local indigenous people and emerged. Together with the remaining government forces, they killed the governor's house in Arica ...
At this moment the dust settled, the local natives holding the torches vented their long-standing backs of anger and blood and tears, looting, setting fire, crying, scolding, and chaos.
The corpse and scorching marks all over the place were shocking. Zha Xiao bite the cigarette, apparently succeeded in a surprise attack and achieved a complete victory, but his look was a little gloomy.
Cha Xiaodao's eyes were seeing a 14-year-old girl thrown into the blood, wearing a dirty black and white nun suit, like a roe under a shotgun, with four or five emaciated skinny villagers holding torches behind. Trying to catch up.
The cursing gradually approached, Cha Xiaodao stared at the girl's face, her eyebrows were raised, and her eyelashes were long. At first glance, there was no difference from the locals, but if you look closely, you can really see the characteristics of the Portuguese blood .
It's a mixed race.
"Don't let go of this little red hair ..."
"I saw her hiding behind the portrait of Red Hair!"
Cha Xiaodao coldly touched a broken brick and smashed it into the back of the leading man's head. The mob immediately raised his rifle, aimed at Cha Xiaodao, took a closer look at the lead, and hurriedly asked the people behind him to put down the gun.
"Zhuang, Zhuangshi ... you?"
"roll."
The man narrowed his eyes and hurriedly waved in private, leaving the people behind in a hurry.
Cha Xiaodaohu faced, there were lying bodies around the crackling fire, but if you look carefully, the Portuguese are not too many. They are more leftover mixed blood, even pure blood locals. They were just Catholics or had a closer relationship with the Portuguese. They were also alive killed by the mob incited by Red Flag and Cai Qin.
The red hairy ghost has occupied Macau for more than 100 years, pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, and the emotions were stirred up. Some tenses are uncontrollable, not to mention whether it is Cai Qian or Li Yan, it is impossible to consider these in advance.
But a lot of things, awareness and seeing in person are two different things.
Cha Xiaodao was speechless for a long time, and Li Yan was still laughing in his ears while holding his shoulders: "The twelve images of the strange beasts are still missing, but the opportunity for the red-haired riot is rare, and now their old nests are empty, and I am again I contacted Cai Qin, we took Macau first, and then we slowly found the rest of the picture. Knife, you can't be soft-hearted at that time ... "
"Master God, for the happiness of the believers ~"
The girl hugged her head and muttered this sentence repeatedly. There was no light in the dim eyes.
Cha Dao squatted down and stared at the girl with bloodshot eyes for a while, speechless.
"You ..." Cha Xiaodao uttered a sentence: "Are you hungry?"
"Master God, for the happiness of the believers ~"
"Master God, for the happiness of the believers ~"
"Master God, for the happiness of the believers ~"
The girl trembled without expression, muttering nervously in her mouth, and she grew up in church. The closest person is the nun Ashursha, and her favorite is Aunty Ashura's croissant, but today, flames and blood rudely destroyed her narrow world.
A horseshoe stepped over the dirt, and a middle-aged man rode on a horse with a musket, majestic.
In this surprise attack, Red Flag took the lead in Cha Xiaodao, and his strength has been proven at the Tianbo Division conference, and no one is convinced. In terms of Cai Qin, Yan Laoqi led the team without a shot at the Tianbo Division meeting. This man was full of ghost ideas. He instigated the details of the riots in Macau's indigenous people.
Yan Laoqi swept through a messy corpse, and behind the horse's buttocks were the local indigenous people who were involved in attacking the Governor's Mansion, all with blades of blood.
"Dear folks! The god-damn red hairs killed my father, mother and brother, and insulted my wife and daughter. Now, it's time for you and I to take revenge."
Yan Laoqi looks handsome and looks good, and his voice is very contagious.
Everyone's eyes were red and banged.
"It's time for revenge!"
Yan Laoqi then shouted: "A red hairy ghost can't be spared. Never let these kings and harm others!"
"No red hair can let go."
In the crowd, the sound waves are getting louder.
Zha's knife was full of leather armor, and his hair was split and oily. He pursed his lips, pulled the the ground, and ignored her crying, carried her on his shoulders and walked back, crossing the team led by Yan Laoqi.
Yan Laoqi naturally saw Cha Xiaodao. He arched his hand, with a bit of respect and deliberate closeness in his tone: "Brother Cha, what are you going to do?"
Cha Xiaodao carried the little girl in the nun's robe, and did not look at him.
"shit."
...
Bishop Tang Ruola had no trace of blood on his face. Regardless of the help from the obedient next to him, he stepped up, two thin palms supporting the table, glanced down at the contents of the parchment, his mouth wriggled for a moment, he tightened tightly. The golden robe on the back stepped a few steps without speaking.
Alex's face changed, but he swallowed and reluctantly said, "Master, as long as we defeat the pirates of the Far East in the frontal battlefield, we can get back what we lost."
"And if we fail, we will lose everything. With your will, sir!"
Tang Ruola answered coldly.
Taking into account the domestic political situation and the strong influence of the East India Company on the other side of the ocean, even if the other party is a Protestant who should be on fire, Bishop Tang Ruola has always maintained a relatively polite attitude to the Lord Jazz, but this At the same time, Tang Ruola, who was taken to the old nest, couldn't help getting angry ...
Alex noticed that the words of Bishop Don Roula were thorny and did not lose his state, but he discouraged him: "Then, let me put it another way, Master Bishop. In addition to the war, you can think of the church and the royal family in your country. Is it possible to recapture Macau? "
After a pause, he asked again: "Master Bishop feels that the Portuguese royal family, which has not declared war with the government, can continue to obtain the permission of the Chinese emperor to lease Macau to you, or that the lawless Far East pirates will obediently withdraw. Macao?"
The restless church yelled at Alex from the side: "This war! It was Hestin who provoked!"
Tang Ruola glanced back at the man and stared at him with cold sweat. It took a while for Tang Ruola to look back and sigh deeply:
"You're right, Lord Sir. So what should we do now, according to your judgment?"
Alex took a deep breath: "It's not just us that caught fire in the backyard. Isn't it?"
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