The whip struck a young Chinese worker, making a sound that penetrated deeply into the flesh.
Li Mingyuan groaned, resisting the urge to resist, and staggered forward while lifting the stone. "Young Master, are you okay?" A stout man in his forties quickly walked up to Li Mingyuan and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, Uncle Chen. Go to work quickly and don't let the natives notice us." Li Mingyuan ordered in a low voice.
"These damn natives don't regard us as human beings, so we must make them look good tonight." The middle-aged man said with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Hurry," the native overseer waved his whip and threatened the Chinese laborers in broken English.
"Don't worry, the harm they did to us will be repaid twice as much tonight." Li Mingyuan said calmly.
However, if Li Mingyuan's former teammates saw his expression, they would definitely know that this was his behavior before killing.
Li Mingyuan is a mercenary in the 21st century. While performing a mission in Mali, he was ambushed by rebels. Li Mingyuan thought he was dead, but when he woke up, he found that he was possessed by a Chinese young man who had experienced the war.
After Li Mingyuan woke up, he kept silent. He carefully observed his surroundings and kept silent for two months. Then he found an opportunity and decided to launch a riot tonight.
At night, the Peruvian supervisors were already asleep, but the Chinese workers in the valley gathered quietly and quietly surrounded Li Mingyuan. Li Mingyuan swept his eyes across the people standing in the tent, and a surge of pride surged into his chest. He was a manly man.
Eat five tripods and bind enemy chiefs. In his previous life, he only had five or six mercenaries, but now there are more than 2,000 Han workers in one mine alone who follow his lead.
When Chinese workers are in dire straits, it’s time for a hero to turn the tide.
Li Mingyuan calmed down his excitement and said, "Everyone knows that I fell ill a month ago." Li Mingyuan looked at the people in the audience and observed that they were listening carefully, and continued, "To be honest with you, when I was sick, I dreamed
I met Heavenly Father.” The people below held their breath when they heard the word Heavenly Father, with expressions of surprise on their faces.
No wonder they behaved like this, because most of the people in the mine were subordinates of the Taiping Army's Prince Li Shixian. In 1865, the Prince was killed, and the remaining Taiping Army escorted the thirteen-year-old prince Li Mingyuan to South America, relying on indentured labor.
Identity life in the mines.
Originally, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was destroyed, and the remaining Taiping Army had despaired of their belief in the God-worshipping religion. Now that Li Mingyuan said that he dreamed of Heavenly Father, the people below were naturally incredulous.
Li Mingyuan didn't pay attention to the performance of the people below, and continued, "In the dream, Heavenly Father told me that the Qing Demon is powerful in the Central Plains, and China is not an ideal place to establish the Kingdom of Heaven, so the Kingdom of Heaven guided us to South America and asked us to build a kingdom in South America."
We will establish a new kingdom of heaven on earth." The people below looked at each other, not knowing whether to believe Li Mingyuan's words.
"You may not believe what I say, but you should see the difference in me in two months. If Heavenly Father had not given me wisdom and strength, how could I, who was ignorant before, have made such a big change in a short period of time."
"I believe what the Crown Prince said. In the past, the Crown Prince was weak and could not withstand my punch, but not long ago, everyone saw that the Crown Prince defeated three of us by himself." Chen Guozhu, a former bodyguard of the king, said.
"Yes, I also saw it that day. The prince knocked down Brother Chen and two other good guys in a few strokes." said a veteran Taiping Army soldier below.
"The Heavenly Father must have summoned the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince saved my life with an unknown medicine two days ago. Otherwise, I would have died a long time ago. Whether you believe it or not, I believe in the Crown Prince's words." I accepted it a few days ago.
A veteran treated by Li Mingyuan said.
With these two veterans as role models, the people below all talked to each other and discussed the various changes in Li Mingyuan's two months.
Li Mingyuan stretched out his hand to stop everyone's discussion, "Everyone, if you believe what I say, then follow me. I will lead you to defeat the indigenous oppressors and establish a new kingdom of heaven."
"Believe, we want freedom." The people below lowered their voices and looked excited.
"Okay, since everyone believes in me, I will start assigning tasks." Li Mingyuan picked up a wooden stick, pointed at a map on the tent and said, "Uncle Chen, you lead a hundred people to kill the supervisors behind the ravine. Uncle Li, you lead
Two hundred people control the west exit to prevent them from passing the information out. Daniel, you lead a hundred brothers to the back camp to ensure the safety of the old and the weak." Li Mingyuan issued three orders in one breath. "I obey, Prince," he was ordered.
The three people who were honored stood up and stood upright.
Li Mingyuan put down his stick and said to the two strong men beside him, "Dashan, Xiaoshan, call your brothers immediately and come with me to the mine's headquarters." "Yes, Crown Prince," the two said confidently. Wang Dashan and Wang Xiaoshan are
The king left Li Mingyuan as the leader of the fifty young guards. Since Li Mingyuan woke up two months ago, he used his rest time at night to conduct systematic special operations explanations and training for fifty young people. Same as two months ago.
For example, today's fifty-year-olds are like swords that have just been sharpened, eager to show their power with blood.
"Everyone, whether the kingdom of heaven is newly established or not, let's fight here. Mingyuan will encourage you all tonight." After arranging the battle plan, Li Mingyuan said sonorously.
"I will not let you down," the people standing below raised their hands in unison, as if they had found the spirit of the Kingdom of Heaven when it was newly established.
While Li Mingyuan was planning the riot, the mine owner Borja still knew nothing and stayed leisurely in the hall to participate in a dance party with some chief supervisors.
"Anthony, when will the saltpeter Mr. West needs be ready?" Borja asked, holding up a glass of red wine.
"Boss, the last time the project was delayed due to landslides, it would take two days to complete the output requested by West." Anthony, the supervisor, said respectfully. "Damn it, West has to receive the goods tomorrow, and he hasn't finished it yet."
If you ask for it, he will definitely deduct the money." Borja said bitterly.
"Anthony, go and ask those Chinese pigs to start work now, and they must complete the task before tomorrow." Borja drank down the wine in one breath and ordered.
"Boss, three Chinese workers have been exhausted to death in the past few days. If you let them work hard again, many people will be exhausted to death." Anthony urged.
"It doesn't matter if a few Chinese workers die, the worst thing is to buy some more." Borja said calmly, not taking the lives of the Chinese in his eyes at all. Anthony couldn't help but feel a chill. Borja is an Indian and a
He is a mixed-race descendant of white people. However, he has no sympathy for the Chinese who are also of the yellow race. Since the first batch of Chinese five years ago, two hundred Chinese have died in his mine. Not only the Chinese workers hate him, but they also hate him.
Even Anthony, a white Prussian, was dissatisfied with him.
After hearing Borja's words, Anthony was about to speak for the Chinese, but he stopped him.
"Anthony, let me tell you a secret. These saltpeters were used by General Andrewt to trade arms with you Prussians."
After listening to Borja's words, Anthony stopped talking. Although South American countries have been independent for more than 20 years, wars still occur from time to time. Therefore, purchasing arms from Western countries has become a very important matter. For arms, whether it is Borja
Neither General Andrewt nor General Andrewt behind him would care about the death of a few more Chinese.
"Boss, I'm going to arrange work for the Chinese now." Knowing that it was impossible to change Borja's mind, Anthony stood up and left.
"Well, Anthony, do your best and I won't treat you badly." Borja patted his shoulder and smiled.
Anthony smiled bitterly and said nothing, turned around and walked outside.