Tears of three hundred years of grievance burst out of my eyes at this moment. They have been stored for three hundred years. How much pain are hidden in the hearts of these Luzon Chinese people!
You have left your homeland far away from home, but the mountains and rivers of your motherland are still in your heart forever. How dare you forget? How dare you forget the place where your ancestors are buried!
When Junlu Lanlu started his business in Nanyang, he did not dare to lose his own language and writing, and he did not dare to forget even the customs of his hometown.
They struggled to survive in Nanyang, not only for their own food, but also to expand China's living space bit by bit with their blood and tears.
Not an inch of China's land is gifted by others, but is watered bit by bit by the blood and tears of these ordinary people.
This is the kindest and most tolerant nation. Even if they are massacred, they will continue to survive as humble as grassroots.
How often, when the aliens raise their butcher's knives, they don't even dare to ask their hometown in the north to send an army to rescue them. They just pity and hope that the mother country can recognize them and say a word for them!
That powerful China! He has been on top of the world for thousands of years. As long as he is willing to say a word for these Chinese people living overseas, those brutal colonists will not be so bold!
But for three hundred years, they have encountered massacres again and again, but the distant mother country has always been silent!
They couldn't understand. They knew that as long as the mother country punished the Spaniards a little in ocean trade, these money-grubbers would not dare to bully the Chinese like this!
But such a humble desire will always be in vain!
Yearning again and again, disappointment again and again, and in the end it can only be deep despair!
In fact, before the great uprising in Luzon was brewing, many old people voted against it. If the young people were not so fanatical, and if there was not too much news about the victory of the head of state, these Chinese elders would definitely not agree to this great uprising. of.
But just like that, the elders didn't dare to completely believe Xiao Letian's promise until the last moment!
It was not until today, when they saw the army appearing in front of them with their own eyes, that they fully believed it!
Three hundred fully armed cavalrymen had all participated in the bloody battle in the Far East. When they came to South Asia, they really couldn't stand the sultry weather, but what made them even more unbearable was the mourning of this city.
The whole city was in tears. Just by listening to the cries, they could feel how much sin these Chinese people had suffered in their hearts!
"Vladivostok can only be bullied by the old man for a few decades, but the Spaniards have bullied this place for three hundred years! Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"What a fool, fighting with the head of state is better than being a bandit with a beard before... After two battles, my heart is always full, and I can't say anything, anyway, it's just different..."
There is something called belief. It is never spoken, but something you can feel from your soul!
The cavalry team passed through the city, and the people around them stretched out their hands to look up. They just wanted to touch the military uniforms and feel the warmth brought by the mother country!
Countless elders stood solemnly and knelt down to worship, "Remnants of Luzon, thank you for your great kindness to the head of state! Thank you to the Chinese people for your great kindness!"
Mr. Su, who was in his seventies or eighties, and all the young people knelt on the ground. No one among the Luzon Chinese in the entire city of San Fernando dared to stand.
The three hundred cavalrymen shed tears. They sat on their horses and returned a military salute to the people in the city!
"Don't worry, folks! Once we come, we won't leave! The sky in Nanyang will start to change from now on!"
The meeting in San Fernando was the turning point of the entire Luzon campaign. At this point, the balance of power between the Spaniards and the Chinese was completely overturned!
Forty-five thousand fresh Chinese troops are all iron troops who dare to fight tough battles. Together with more than 30,000 Luzon rebels, the Chinese on the northern front in Manila have already stationed 80,000 troops!
What is even more frightening is that there are more than three million Chinese people in northern Luzon Island to support the war, and there are countless young people requesting to join the army.
As long as weapons can be supplied, there will be no problem if the number of troops can be doubled!
Late at night on January 1st, the Chinese and the rebels in San Fernando City joined forces, but General Enmu did not get the news until the early morning of the 2nd.
"You fart!" With a bang, the copper basin for washing the face was kicked over to the ground. The wooden floor of the bedroom was a mess. The indigenous maid knelt on the ground and quickly wiped the water.
General Enmu stepped forward and kicked the maid out of the room. He grabbed the intelligence officer by the collar and said, "Say it again? Did a Chinese army land in Subic Bay? Was the Sanlis Mountain Pass breached?"
"The Chinese actually joined forces in San Fernando last night? Hahaha..."
General Enmu laughed wildly, "Are you kidding me? You bastard, are you kidding me? Didn't all the Chinese troops go to Brunei?"
"They're in Brunei, Brunei, Brunei!"
The intelligence officer's neck was so strangled that he could hardly breathe. "General... General... the north... the cavalry in the north cannot fool anyone..."
General Enmu let go of his hand, and the intelligence officer coughed and said, "Ahem...General, at five o'clock this morning, hundreds of Chinese cavalry suddenly appeared on the northern front, showing off their power outside our range. They were surveying the terrain... …”
"Guns and ammunition can be smuggled in, but how can war horses be smuggled in? I've seen it, they are all very strong Mongolian horses, and some mixed-blood horses!"
"There are many people in the cavalry with strange facial shapes. They are definitely not Chinese from Luzon!"
General Enmu felt a chill coming from his lower back. Of course he knew that East Asia has a vast territory and many ethnic groups, especially the Chinese, who are not only connected by blood.
Many Asian groups of Mongolian, Manchu, and Kamchatka descent in the north have also joined the Chinese genealogy. If the intelligence officer is right, then these cavalry are most likely transferred from the Far East.
"Impossible! My judgment is not wrong! It is obvious that Brunei has accumulated tens of thousands of troops. Why do the Chinese abandon Brunei's army and instead mobilize troops from the far north?"
"Oh God! This is impossible! This is not true..."
The intelligence officer was also anxious, "General, it's no longer time to consider whether it's true or not. Hurry up and discuss countermeasures with the governor!"
"The number of enemies is unknown. Whether we defend or attack, you have to give the order!"
Enmu knew that the current situation was beyond his control. He strictly ordered his men not to attack, and he returned to Manila City to discuss countermeasures with Governor Botila.
For a whole day, all the Spaniards' spies went out to the north to gather information. When they saw a steady stream of troops coming from the west, everyone knew that the end had come.
The Chinese army continued to approach from Sanlishi Pass, and the line was so long that it was impossible to see the end.
The strong Mongolian horse rolled forward pulling the artillery, and the soldiers trotted with heavy machine guns on their shoulders without showing any signs of fatigue.
There are supply stations voluntarily organized by the Chinese everywhere along the way. Steamed rice and salted fish and bacon are openly supplied. Field soldiers have no time to rest, so they use engineering shovels to shovel handfuls and eat them while walking.
"Oh God! What kind of army is this? Doesn't it know how to rest? Doesn't it know how to be tired?"
"It would be enough if our army had half as many elites as theirs! We can't fight this battle. Go back and report!"
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