This is how Western countries in later generations have been. They have set standards for themselves and symbols for others. They hold up human rights and democracy every day. In fact, they are more autocratic and unreasonable than anyone else. This gene is probably brought by their ancestors.

In Manila, there were three massacres, at least 60,000 to 80,000 Ming people were bleeding here, but next to St. Philip Castle, Huang Degong's hanging was only started for two rounds, and the city could no longer bear it. Several Spanish cavalry opened the door with white flags, as if they were still full of grievances. Archbishop Andolema followed him out with a staff in anger.

"General?"

Anyway, he was sure to win. If the eight thousand professional troops could not defeat these hundreds of people, Huang Degong would be sorry for Mao Jue's personal surrender. He waved his hand indifferently as he heard the questions of his personal soldiers.

"The two armies will not kill them when they fight! We are a country of etiquette, listen to what they want to say!"

The soldiers in the front row were very reluctant and made way for the hostile gaze, allowing these Spaniards to enter the military formation. However, the execution on the other end did not stop. Several Spaniards were pushed to the execution ground, among which there was a young female nobleman, a young girl with long legs in the royal navy breeches, and her toned body was wearing a vest with more than a dozen medals. She was tied with her hands, and several soldiers were guarded and walked onto the gallows.

If it were later generations, the female navy of the royal nobles who had to behave in this way, might be the favorite of many second-dimensional tribes, but here, she was just an enemy of the Ming Dynasty. A thick rope hooked on her fair neck without any mercy, and was immediately tightened by the brush.

It was probably because he knew Archbishop Ondolema. The girl was trembling and fearing and shouting loudly in Spanish. She was obviously shocked. The Archbishop even speeded up and rushed towards the table where Huang Degong was leaning on.

"Infidels in the East, in the name of the Lord, I ask you to stop the atrocities that harm Christians immediately!"

It is very regrettable that the archbishop's anger was shouted through a righteous Nanjing mandarin. The descendants of the Ming Dynasty in Manila were already bleeding, and there was another one following the Spanish archbishop, and he looked like a scholar. He was about forty years old, with a scarf on his head and a Catholic robe on his body, which looked incongruous.

During the bloody civil war in the Ming Dynasty, everyone was yellow-skinned and dark-haired, shouting the same words and drinking the same Yellow River water, and they didn't feel anything. But in the foreign war to kill the Yi, the sudden local accent was particularly harsh, which made Huang Degong unable to help but glance at the man and glanced at him.

However, the scholar was not guilty, not even a trace of fluctuation, and he still glared at himself as he shared the same hatred with the Spanish.

However, Huang Degong was not the kind of glass heart that was easily distracted. He was surprised and even had no emotional fluctuations. He snapped his fingers heavily.

"Execution!"

With a creaking sound, the executioner suddenly shook the lever, and the moving plate under his feet collapsed downwards. Including the noble female navy, ten Spaniards were kicking their legs and struggling with their hands tied behind them, urging them to death.

I don't know if it was a good old or a good old girl, but looking at the bruised face of the female navy, Archbishop Ondolema roared angrily again, and the translator was also faithfully translating without a word.

"Pagans, what you are persecuting is the granddaughter of my Spanish Empire Admiral Edward Tang Karles! If you don't stop, your atrocities will completely anger the Spanish Empire. At that time, the anger of the empire will overturn your capital, kill your civilians, and completely destroy your civilization! At that time, you have no place to regret it!"

The Spanish were so arrogant that they were completely arrogant, but they were not arrogant without confidence. The three major American civilizations, Inca, Athens, and Aztecs, all perished in the hands of the Spanish conquerors. Even hundreds of Spanish conquerors conquered the Aztecs with tens of millions of people. For the Ming Dynasty, the Spanish were once included in the conquest plan, and were expected to send 20,000 Spanish and Saxony mercenaries, plus Italian crossbowmen landed in Guangdong, and then recruited minions all the way and captured the capital within two years.

Although this plan was simply a fantasy in Mao Jue's opinion! However, the Spanish plan was stranded, objectively, to save a disaster for the Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, Chongzhen would have fought blood in the north and the Spanish phalanx, which had been fought for a long time in the Spanish, and the south would be stirred up by the Spanish phalanx. Relying on the corrupt guards in the south, it would be absolutely difficult to resist. The tax was cut off and the abdomen was attacked. Although it was impossible to conquer, the Ming Dynasty might have fallen apart in the morning, making it easier for the Qing army and the Tartars to succeed.

Of course, this is for the Ming Dynasty in history. For the Beiming, which only unified half of the time and space, the Spaniards were more like meat than conquers, so listening to his threat, Huang Degong smiled contemptuously.

"Tell the barbarian, as a general of the Ming Empire, I welcome him very much! Our country uses heads as meritorious, and I will use good silver plates to hold your heads!"

Huang Degong's butcher-like eyes looked at the pig made the charlatan who had the supreme status in the Western Philippines feel the coldness of death for the first time. The East is a humble place. Seeing the admiral's granddaughter kicking like the fish caught, the old guy was also anxious, and finally put down his noble figure and learned the humility of the West.

"Isn't the Ming Dynasty a country of etiquette? Is it the etiquette of your country to persecute innocent civilians like this? You are not a well-educated gentleman to a lady like Miss Serita, Tang and Carles! Don't you feel ashamed?"

"A country of etiquette?"

He was full of fire when he mentioned this. He was still vivid in his mind that the desolate and hideous corpse forest in the torch was still vivid in his mind. He suddenly slapped the table and stood up. Huang Degong roared angrily: "Shame?"

"This war was not initiated by my Ming Dynasty! You first arrested the merchants of my East India Company and massacred my Ming Dynasty expatriates, and even let them go of women and children! Are you not ashamed?"

"The Ming Dynasty is indeed a country of etiquette! But we emphasize etiquette exchanges! Since you and the barbarians regard massacre as etiquette! Of course, my Ming Dynasty uses massacre as a return gift!"

"But we didn't kill any nobles in your country!"

Not to mention, the words of Andolema really choked Huang Degong. In this era, although the identity level of the Ming Empire is far less than that of the Western nobles and poor people, life inequality is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. After choking for a few seconds, Huang Degong was about to roar and argue, but looking at the naval aristocratic girl who had already spit out her tongue and was almost exhausted, a trick suddenly appeared in his pupils.

With a bang, the pistol accurately broke the neck rope, and the noble lady who was almost exhausted fell off suddenly.

Seeing the girl kicking her slender thighs with her little hands on her back, she swayed twice in confusion, and finally sat up. Seeing that Ondolema couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, Huang Degong hummed again gloomy.

"Although people can not be killed for the time being, they are not for nothing. Before coming, many of you Spain beg for mercy and said they would spend money to redeem them. You can take this girl back, and you need to redeem it!"

"Yes, how much do you want?"

In the West, it is not shameful to be defeated and captured on the battlefield. Even a system was formed specifically. Ondolema nodded indifferently and agreed. However, Huang Degong's words made him tremble.

"I don't have money, I have some money in Ming Dynasty, and I want food!"

After a few minutes of stunnedness, he watched Huang Degong raise his pistol again, and finally, the Archbishop gritted his teeth and agreed.

"A word is determined, pagan general!"

The negotiations were temporarily agreed, but except for the girl, the other nine Spanish people hung on the gallows were completely cold and hung on the gallows stiffly. The dripping feces and urine emitted an unpleasant smell. They were lifted by the Ming army and threw them at the door of St. Philip's Castle. Ten Spanish people were pushed to the gallows crying and were pushed onto the gallows.

Seeing the slightly fat Mingren translator walking back to the fortress with Ondolema in silence, she couldn't help it. Huang Degong shook his head contempt behind him.

"Be accomplice for the tiger, forget your ancestors! Become this gangster for the barbarians, aren't you afraid of your ancestors being shamed?"

"Forget your ancestors in a few sacred numbers?"

Listening to his ridicule, the scholar translator turned around and turned around, still looking as if he was as calm as if he was dead. He actually asked coldly.

"During the Wanli period, Your Majesty wanted King Luzon, and my father and grandfather supported him and secretly actively contacted him to show his attention to the Ming Dynasty. As a result, the Spanish and natives killed 27,000 of us! Da Ming said that it was not worth it to be a group of untouchables!"

"In the Chongzhen period, the Westerners were extremely bullying and could not bear it. I went to contact Fujian Prefecture again, hoping to seize Manila with the inside and outside. As a result, I didn't even go in the government office and was scolded as a barbarian. When I came back, the Westerners slaughtered more than 23,000 of us, and the rest were also regarded as untouchables! We didn't see the Ming Dynasty again!"

"This time, the Spanish and natives killed 21,000 of us again, and this time they completely killed the Ming people! You are finally here! But I don't want to be a Ming anymore! I believe that the ancestor of the family will no longer be a Ming person. If you forget the ancestors of the family, you don't need to mention the general!"

"I will do my best to defend the city. If the Tianjun attacks the city, I can also kill him as a barbarian, and there is no need to be merciful!"

After saying that, the translator who didn't even know his name turned around again and followed Andole into the fortress quickly. However, the mockery on Huang Degong's face dissipated. He looked at the closed fortress door in shock. After a long time of shock, he sat back on the chair. However, he took out the cigar that Mao Jue gave him before departure, ignited the scythe, and took a heavy breath.

As the floating smoke dissipated, it was like countless undead, struggling with all their might.
Chapter completed!