Far away Chile and the mother country of the Qing Dynasty were more than 50,000 miles apart. For people in the 19th century, this distance could be said to be forever.
During the era of European immigration to North America, those poor Europeans boarded sailing ships and were mentally prepared to leave their hometowns forever. At that time, only the most persecuted European Protestants and the poorest people had the courage to leave their hometowns. road.
The same goes for China. The North American laborers who crossed the Pacific in that era, and the veterans of the Kingdom of Heaven who came to South America, would take this road unless they really couldn't survive.
Although people have left their hometowns, their family ties have become stronger and stronger. Reunion in a foreign country is almost like a dream for these veterans. It was Weng Derong and Chen Yonglu who came as promised. It was the older Weng Derong who hugged Tietoutuo and cried, and the one on the side was Chen Yonglu.
Men don't shed tears easily, but they haven't reached the point of sadness. They are alone in a foreign land without any escape route. From the uprising in the mines to cooperating with Chile to win one victory after another, Weng Derong and Chen Yonglu can only choose to grit their teeth and endure.
No matter how painful and tiring it is, no matter how heavy the casualties are among the brothers, they will not shed a single tear, because they know that in this distant foreign land, no one cares about your tears, and all they see is your blood.
But today, they finally heard the local accent, and also saw the old brothers from Tianguo. After talking to each other in secret, they discovered that Tietoutuo was actually under the command of King Yi, which was a senior qualification in the Taiping Army. And these people were all part of the Taiping Army, and the servant prince Li Shixian who followed them was a later prince, and their qualifications were completely incomparable to that of King Yi.
The new recruits met the veterans, and the miscellaneous people met their direct descendants. It felt like a wanderer had found a home, and an orphan had found support. The grievances in the heart of the hard-blooded man suddenly burst out.
"Bring me some wine! I won't come home until I'm drunk today. I've reserved this tavern..."
Good wine and good food were served as if they were free of charge. Chen Yonglu grabbed Tietoutuo's sleeves and cried loudly, "Do you know? There were more than 13,000 brothers when we came here! Now there are only 8,000 left... Wuwuwu ! Those who died of illness, exhaustion, those who were tortured to death in the mines, and those who died in battle, we have shed blood all the way here..."
"When each one dies, one of us will be missing. As we see fewer and fewer brothers, every time we attend a funeral, we feel like we are attending our own funeral... The living dead! We are just a group of living dead..."
Weng Derong drank a glass of strong wine, "My parents were unable to give birth to us. We did not practice cultivation in our previous life and were reborn in troubled times in this life. It really echoes the old saying, it is better to be a peace dog than a person in troubled times... We have to find a way to survive in the country." When I came out, I didn’t expect that in this foreign land thousands of miles away, we would still have to earn a living by killing people..."
"We are not afraid of death because we have no way out and Chile has no spare weapons for us, so we make our own peace knives by forging iron. We just want to use this knife to create peace... People have to live like a human being!"
With a bang, the blood-soaked peace knife was slapped on the table. The tavern owner couldn't understand Chinese, but they knew this knife. Only such a group of murderers in South America would use this peace knife. knife.
In this war, the Taiping Army and the Taiping Sword are undoubtedly the deepest memories of terror in the Three Kingdoms. The Chinese people waving their triangular flags are the gods of death sent by God.
They can fight continuously day and night without sleep. They can constantly harass the enemy with gongs, drums and horns. They can break into pieces and carry out assaults again and again. They can drag the fat ones down and the thin ones to death, until all People were having nervous breakdowns.
They don't know what death and terror are. They love hand-to-hand combat. Whenever the cold light of the peace knife flashes on the battlefield, all enemies know that their fate will be death, and it will be the most terrifying beheading.
The barbarians from hell possess the harshest discipline and countless strategies. This kind of fighting method makes the army composed of the indigenous people of South America completely unable to adapt.
Until the end, the Taiping Knife has become a symbol of this army. Even those scoundrels who bully the weak and fear the strong have turned into mangy dogs with broken backs in front of the Taiping Knife, even if they have muskets in their hands.
"Domineering! So manly! You didn't embarrass us Chinese! It's not in vain that the Prime Minister sent us to support you... Good brothers, we have reinforcements now. The Prime Minister has brought you 10,000 new troops, all of whom are veterans of the Kingdom of Heaven... …”
"Damn, these bastards, even Chile is not a good thing, why don't they give us foreign guns? Are they using us as cannon fodder? This can't be tolerated, this matter absolutely cannot be tolerated..."
Weng Derong smiled bitterly and said, "You don't know something. In fact, it's not that Chile treats us harshly. You really have never experienced the war here. These countries are too poor. They are not what you think at all..."
"Take Chile for example. It has been fifty years since it became independent from the Spaniards. If we outsiders can see that the country should have been well-constructed for such a long time, at least the army must be decent. But here it is too If you are poor, you cannot produce foreign guns and cannons yourself, you have to spend money to buy them..."
"Although Chile has countless copper mines, silver mines, iron mines... and now saltpeter and struvite, the export of these minerals has been monopolized by European businessmen, and they cannot be sold at high prices..."
"Without money, the army cannot be armed. On the surface, they are all troops trained by Westerners, but in my eyes, they are just a group of farmers who can shoot foreign guns and line up in the aisles. Many of them actually use European weapons on the battlefield. Crossbows for combat..."
Chen Yonglu continued, "Yes, this country is not as rich as the Manchu Tatars. They allowed the Spaniards to colonize for 300 years! Do you know, it has been almost 300 years! When the country was destroyed, our China was still the Ming Dynasty Jiajing Where is the dynasty..."
"Bah...Three hundred years of colonization have long turned the people here into soft bones. The so-called independence fifty years ago was organized by the descendants of their white people. These slaves have long forgotten their ancestors..."
"On the battlefield, I can clearly feel that there is a lack of energy in their hearts. They don't know why they are fighting. They have no sense of ancestors and country, and they have not worked hard to live a better life for themselves. Awakening! They just get military pay and goof around..."
"The enemy and I were hiding in the walled city, shooting arrows and guns back and forth. After a few screams, dozens of people died on both sides. Then the side with more dead people couldn't stand it anymore and turned around and ran away..."
"They don't dare to attack at night, and they can't fight in close quarters. They don't have the aura to use fists, teeth, or even die together!"
"This is a group of farmers fighting, and they are also a group of extremely poor farmers!"
