Chapter 134 Yin Huasheng: I'm going to kill someone! Online - The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Chapter 134 Yin Huasheng: I'm going to kill someone!

As for the Dutch flag, the two sides are now enemies, so it's impossible for them to give it to us unless we take a hard line and threaten to seize it if they don't give it to us.

Metsuyi had already shared this familiar system with Xu Chuang and trained messengers. They immediately waved their flags in response, indicating that supplies were needed.

Resupplying is a very normal thing. Even the Dutch, who were the only dominant power, would often stop by other powers. This was also a source of income for the colonies.

Upon receiving the signal, the Spanish ship waved its flag again and sailed directly into the bay, signifying that it was only allowed to carry cargo ships and not weapons.

After discussion, the three decided that Metsuike and Yin Huasheng would enter Manila, while Xu Chuang would wait for orders.

Three large Fujian-style ships, flying the Dutch flag, soon arrived at the port of Manila, where a large number of laborers were already unloading cargo.

When Yin Huasheng saw hundreds of Han Chinese carrying heavy bundles being whipped by Spanish soldiers, he frowned and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

This is not Yin Huasheng's compassion.

There are many places in the Central Plains that are even worse off than this.

He was angry because the Spaniards were whipping him.

If Liu Mu were here, he would be very pleased, and it would not have been in vain for him to promote the Han nationality day after day.

Seeing this, Metsuiko quickly grabbed Yin Huasheng's arm and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Yin Huasheng, don't be angry!"

"There were also many Han Chinese in the Dutch colonies, and their lives weren't good either!"

"Never forget His Majesty the Emperor's decree!"

Yin Huasheng suppressed his anger and continued to follow Metsuiko with his head down. After disembarking, they walked towards Manila.

Upon arriving in Manila, a Spanish officer, nearing fifty, approached. He appeared not to recognize Metsuiko and spoke in Spanish.

"Hello, I am Anthony, the Governor of Manila. What do you need? We have everything you need here, and the prices are very reasonable!"

Metsuyi didn't care, after all, he was a high-ranking governor. Normally, the governor of Manila would never even see his back. So he went up and greeted him in Spanish.

"We're about to cross the Strait of Malacca to return to England, and we need plenty of clean water and plenty of food. Everything else is on this list!"

When Anthony received the list, his eyes widened in surprise, and he unconsciously swallowed. So much food and water—there must be 20,000 people in it.

However, being the governor after all, he forcibly refrained from asking further questions, handed a list to his subordinate, and continued:

"You can rest at the taverns in town; everything will be loaded onto the ship before dawn!"

Metsuiko nodded and left, taking Yin Huasheng to a sugarcane field outside the city. She then pointed to a spot near the city wall.

"Yin Huasheng, that's where the Han people live. There are probably over ten thousand people there, and there are many workshops where they weave cloth, brew wine, leather, and make carpentry!"

"Now we can go in and take a look!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Huasheng immediately followed. The Spanish soldiers on the city wall glanced at him and then paid no more attention.

The Han people were skilled, and many merchants would secretly buy things from them when they needed supplies. The soldiers would turn a blind eye, since the Han people also had to pay taxes.

After placing the item in this space, Yin Huasheng frowned. It was crowded, extremely crowded.

Everywhere there are small wooden houses, not enough for a family of five. Many children sleep naked on tattered cloths. If it weren't for the warm weather on Luzon Island, they would probably freeze to death.

Upon seeing Yin Huasheng dressed as a European, a large number of Han Chinese came to buy and sell goods, including fine hemp ropes and freshly made icing sugar.

Just as Yin Huasheng was feeling sad and preparing to leave, a dark hand grabbed his arm, and at the same time, a voice with a Nanjing accent spoke.

"Er Gou'er, are you Er Gou'er?"

Ah, that's a familiar name!

No one had seen him like this for ten years. Yin Huasheng immediately turned his head to look. When he saw his face clearly, he was so excited that he couldn't help but slap him.

"Third Uncle, you're not dead?"

The man who was slapped by Yin Huasheng was short and frail, and nearly fifty years old.

"Er Gou'er, you've joined the Red-Haired Devils' army?"

"Quickly, take Uncle Three away!"

After Uncle San finished speaking, his face was filled with fear.

Yin Huasheng didn't say much, but grabbed his third uncle and ran into a small alley.

"Tell me quickly, where are my mother and younger brother!"

"Didn't we say we'd take them to Southeast Asia?"

It turns out that when the Qing army was fighting in the southwest, they conscripted men everywhere in Southern Zhili. Yin Huasheng was strong and healthy and was conscripted. He handed over the resettlement fee to his third uncle and joined the army. Five years later, he returned to Nanjing, only to receive news that his whole family had gone to Southeast Asia.

Under Yin Huasheng's intense gaze, Uncle San could no longer hold back and knelt on the ground, bursting into tears.

"The taxes in the Qing Dynasty were too high, and they restricted the movement of ordinary people like us. How could we survive without land? After spending all your resettlement allowance, my third uncle had no choice but to flee our homeland with his family!"

"When we first arrived in Manila, things were fine. There were over 30,000 Han Chinese here, and your younger brother was even literate. But then came the news that Koxinga was preparing to attack Manila!"

"Those damned red-haired devils sent troops to surround us the very next day, and even instigated those natives to kill and rob. Of the more than 30,000 Han Chinese, less than 5,000 were left, and they have been under the control of the army ever since, living a life worse than dogs!"

"As for your mother and younger brother, they were both killed by the indigenous people that day. I'm terrified!"

Yin Huasheng listened without saying anything, nor did he blame his third uncle. After all, he had been in poor health since childhood, and it was already a great blessing that he hadn't died.

After a full quarter of an hour of silence, Yin Huasheng looked at Metsuiko with a gloomy expression.

"They treat Han Chinese like pigs and dogs!"

Are all colonies the same?

Upon hearing this, Metsuiko immediately shook her head.

"The Dutch only cared about making money; they mostly exploited the Han Chinese who migrated south, even paying them salaries. The Portuguese, on the other hand, treated the Han Chinese very well, even encouraging intermarriage!"

"Only the Spanish did this. At least as far as I know, the Spanish carried out three massacres, each time resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands of Han Chinese!"

After patting his third uncle on the shoulder, Yin Huasheng looked at the three Spanish soldiers holding muskets on the city wall not far away, revealing a resolute expression.

"Metsuiko, I want to lead my troops to conquer Manila and avenge the people of my Great Han. As for the crime of disobeying orders, I, Yin Huasheng, will bear the full responsibility."

Will you support me?