It was not until this time that the two headless corpses slowly fell down, fell into the pool of blood on the ground, and also fell into the hearts of those Luzon natives, creating a pit of deep despair!

Beside Master Liang, Scholar Bai was so jealous that he kept gritting his teeth: "Dog monk, this time he actually robbed me in front of me."

Monk Chen raised the overly-grown sword in his hand, raised his head, and his eyes were even more dazzling than the blade, and his face was as cold as steel as steel. It roared and even covered the noisy waves, and the roaring wind. "Come here if you have the guts! Why, are they all unhurried people? Where is your courage to bully my compatriots?! Where is it?"

The rock-like muscles and the lion-tiger-like magnificent body make him as majestic as the god of war, the rolling dark clouds and lightning, and the light wind seemed to be the gods in the sky cheering him. Monk Chen raised his sword and roared at the sky, just like the scene of the god of war coming to the world seemed to be frozen in everyone's eyes.

The fear of powerless resistance had spread to the necks of the Luzon natives. They breathed in big mouths of air, and their dead gray faces showed regret and despair that penetrated into their bones.

"You, come with me! Or die here!" Monk Chen strode to the pile of native people standing on the left. The blade in his hand was still dripping blood on the ground, violently engraving his face, and the murderous intent seemed to be straight wolf smoke, piercing the sky.

Seeing these walking corpse-like native Luzon walking from Li Li, Monk Chen vomited a rank of thick phlegm, and inserted the long knife back into the sheath with unfulfilled desire, and cursed angrily: ", it's really a group of eggless people who don't have any seeds!"

There were 87 Luzon natives in total. Apart from the three people who were killed by Monk Chen, there were 84 Luzon natives knelt down under the platform where Liang Pengfei stood. Liang Pengfei stepped on the edge of the platform, his eyes looking down at these prisoners who didn't even need a rope, like an eagle flying high.

Liang Pengfei shook his head. The Luzon natives who had already been pulled to the bones and broke their backs were not even worthy of carrying shoes to any of his pirates.

"I, Master Liang, have decided to mercilessly forgive your lowly lives, because your timidity and cowardice have won you a chance to survive." Liang Pengfei looked so compassionate, as if he was a great monk who made a great wish to save countless people to reach the Pure Land.

Hearing this, these Luzon natives who thought they were bound to die showed unbelievable ecstasy, knocked their heads frantically at Liang Pengfei, and expressed to Liang Pengfei in their stuttering Spanish.

"Don't rush to praise me. I need you to be my messenger and tell your compatriots about everything you see today. Brother Pao, you can start." Liang Pengfei's mouth bent, and he showed a hideous and cruel smile, and his big hand suddenly waved down.

Brother Li Pao nodded coldly and ignited the cannon fuse in those astonished gazes. The ten cannons filled with shotguns were like they were ignited with passion, spraying scorching flames to the fullest. The screaming fragments and tiny lead balls rode on the wings of the cheerful screaming fire elf, rushed towards the dense crowd of people with shock and disbelief on their faces, tore their thin clothes into their skin, and worked hard to move forward in their muscles...

Most of the Luzon natives squeezed desperately, accepting the fate of death in despair and numbness. Some of the natives who still had hope of survival screamed and rushed towards the pirates around them, wanting to make a way out, but they were immediately beaten into a honeycomb by the dense lead balls.

The cannons were roaring, muskets were spraying, broken arms and the bloody red blood were splattering everywhere, and the indigenous shouts of despair seemed to blow up the entire city of Manila. The pupils of the Spaniards who were forced to stand behind Liang Pengfei to watch the ceremony shrank into needle eyes, and their faces were as white as dying patients. The terrified gaze that looked at Liang Pengfei's tall back seemed to see the devil in the abyss of hell descended to the world.

They never thought that Liang Pengfei had only let go of these more than 80 natives, as if he wanted to massacre all the remaining natives standing in the open space.

Although the Spanish did not know how many times they had done such a massacre in the American continent before this, at this moment, they felt panic and trembling in their hearts, because at this moment, they were no longer the executors of the massacre, but the surrenders who were forced to stand here to watch the bloody scene.

Several Spaniards who could not stand this bloody scene even lay on the ground and vomited hard, as if the delicious meal they enjoyed last night had turned into vomiting poison.

Governor Marcelo tried desperately to draw a cross on his chest, his bloodless mouth trembling, like the dry old tree bark that made the autumn wind tremble.

Lieutenant Colonel Juan closed his eyes and recited something silently, as if praying for his destiny like the God he believed in.

Ten minutes, a full ten minutes later, Liang Pengfei, who had no expression on his face, raised his arm. At this moment, all the sound of gunfire suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before, only the smoke of gunpowder still spread here and the corpses on the ground recorded the cruel massacre just now.

In the open space, there was a small group of natives tightly crowded together. They miraculously escaped the bombardment of artillery fire and muskets. However, their extremely numb expression and the dull gaze as idiots made everyone understand that although their bodies were still alive, their souls had disappeared, and they were just a group of walking dead.

The eighty-four natives who collapsed on the soil under the high platform were covered in fishy crotch, and their expressions were as numb and despair as those of their compatriots standing in the middle of the open space.

Liang Pengfei spoke again: "Very good, you are lucky to be the winners of this game. You have the right to survive. However, I have given you the right to survive. You must repay me. I want you to bring my words to your relatives, your friends, and your ethnic group. Let me tell them today, Liang Pengfei hereby announce that if, from today, another one of my compatriots falls under your knife, then you will pay at least one hundred lives to bury my compatriots for their lives. If ten of my compatriots fall, you will need to pay a thousand lives. If, more one more, I will erase you from this island and make all of you turn into maggots in the soil, fertilizer on this land, and history!"

Liang Pengfei turned his head and glanced at the Spaniards. They all lowered their heads humbly and bent their proud bodies, as if their ministers were expressing their surrender to the king. "I will erect a monument here and engrave my words today on it. I want you to remember them all the time. Even if you die, your souls will not dare to forget the oath I made here today!"

The clanging sound continued, and Liang Pengfei threw away the long swords that were unsheathed off the platform. His gentle tone was like a landlord reminding his tenants. "As for you, I have to do me a favor, pick up these swords, help your compatriots who have not yet died, end their pain earlier, and let them return to your ancestors' arms to cry about my evil deeds, hehehe..." Master Liang's laughter was like the owl that flew past the desert at midnight, which made people shudder.

All the Chinese Luzon were originally looking at Liang Pengfei with gratitude, but now, many compatriots lowered their heads to express their respect and awe for Liang Pengfei, and many young people who were aroused by iron and fire had a deep trust and fanaticism towards Liang Pengfei, and were following his figure with their eyes that could burn firewood. Liang Pengfei stood on the platform for a long time, and his eyes swept over these compatriots with blood-connected blood, which was more in line with Liang Pengfei's wishes. Nowadays, a group of compatriots who were grateful to him had a good use. What he needed was a group of comrades who could listen to his command and follow his sword to fight bravely.

"For tomorrow and for my goal, what's the hell about you? What's wrong with being a sinner in the whole world?!" Master Liang sniffed, slammed a cigar hard, and sprayed out a complete smoke ring.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and after a whole night of storm, finally came at this time. The dense rain arrows washed away the blood on the ground, revealing the broken limbs and arms that had lost their blood. The Luzon natives who were shivering into trembling cocks were gritting their teeth, and with blood and tears, staggering in the pile of corpses with their own hands, searching for the lives of their compatriots with their own hands.

"Mr. Liang, are you okay?" Shi Xianggu stood beside Liang Pengfei in a straw raincoat, reached out and handed an umbrella to Liang Pengfei.

Liang Pengfei then came back to his senses, flew the cigar bomb that was extinguished by the rain into the rain fog, opened the umbrella, and blocked Shi Xianggu's head. "I'm nothing, but you, why are you still running out when you are injured?" The unhidden pampering and care in the gentle words made Shi Xianggu feel that his heart was so warm that it could dispel the coldness brought by the rapid rain.

"I didn't expect that so many people would die today." Shi Xianggu frowned slightly insolently.

Liang Pengfei smiled faintly: "Yes, but I still feel that it is far from enough compared to the sufferings our compatriots have suffered for hundreds of years."
Chapter completed!