On Christmas 1853, along the coast of Shantou, Guangdong, a warship stayed there on the sea outside a fishing village called "Da Shupu", and the British Empire rice flag was flying on the bridge.

This is a fully armed British warship, and there is only one reason for bringing these 50 guns to this small fishing village: to ask for the stolen goods.

Last month, a "Far East Pearl" with the British flag was robbed by pirates here. The Chinese crew members and 23 Chinese people on the ship were brutally killed and dismembered. Foreigners threatened them. All of this was because the cargo ship had smashed wooden barrels to defend against three pirate ships that rushed over. All 3,000 bags of sugar from Jardine Mahjong on the ship were stolen.

This Dashupu is a famous pirate land. The people here are similar to many villages along the coast of the Qing Dynasty. They pick up guns and put down their weapons and become fishermen. Pirates have become side jobs for fishermen, or fishing has become side jobs for pirates.

As soon as the British arrived here, they sent a Chinese comprador to act as a translator to land on a small boat, met with the village chief, and asked the pirates to return the stolen goods.

But amid the fierce eye of the villagers holding muskets and swords, the village chief, who was leaning on a cane and with a goatee, looked at the translator and laughed, "Fuck! Who has seen your goods?"

Then he waved his hand and sneered at the outside of the village: "Get out."

Before the translator could speak, several strong men were already staring at each other and fucking the big knife, yelling: "Don't you go out yet! Do you believe you, traitor, do you believe, we will chop you up and feed you to the dog?"

The translator could only roll and crawl back to the British warship.

"O God, those savage locals are so unreasonable. Should our heroic Marines of the British Empire land in battle?" In the wide captain's room, the clergyman Weston prayed for a moment, and looked at the captain and said.

The captain put down the glass of wine, looked at his good friend Weston, but looked at the fat man holding a glass of wine in front of his desk, and said, "Mr. William, the goods belong to your Jardinia Trading Company. Now that the negotiations have failed, do you think we should attack immediately? There are about 300 people in the village, and once the battle is fought, they are our enemies. And there is one thing I want to declare in advance that in the last similar operation, two of our soldiers were seriously injured. If something similar happens, I hope Jardinia Trading Company can take out the medical and aftermath costs."

But William, one of the agents of Jardine Mathematics, did not answer immediately. He just stared at the red wine in the cup and looked for a long time before saying, "Wait a minute, our thugs are very busy. But I have contacted them before coming, and I hope they can arrive within two days. If not, we will do it again, otherwise we will not be able to completely solve the problem."

"Hitman? What thug? Completely resolved?" Pastor Weston asked in confusion.

The captain looked at his friend and smiled and said, "We are a neutral country. We can only use force to make them surrender and then hand over the robbed goods. Apart from that, we can't do anything. But the thugs are different."

William and the captain looked at each other and laughed together, but then a cold light flashed in William's eyes and he said coldly: "They are experts in using the rules of the Far East to solve the Far East problem."

The next morning, when the captain's personal friend Pastor Weston was having dinner with the captain and Mr. William, he heard the noise on the deck, and many people shouted again: "The little knife is here."

A few of them put down their knife and fork and ran to the deck to see. A fleet of ships coming towards them appeared on the ocean. Three Chinese-style express ships were sailing in front, followed by about ten wide-bottom transport ships. Each of the transport ships had two flags on them: above is the Great Song Ocean Cross Flag, and below is close to the flag with two blue knives crossed.

Smoking a cigar, William looked at Weston and smiled, "Mr. Weston, this is the sea thief team of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. You have just arrived in the Far East and soon you will see the Far East-style battle, which is definitely beyond your imagination."

Weston was stunned and pointed to the fleet and said, "Is it an exotic battle?"

"Verified." William laughed with a cigar in his mouth.

Weston was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around and ran down the deck. William asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

"Get my record book," Weston shouted and disappeared on the deck.

"Besides being a servant of God, he is also a naturalist and anthropologist." The captain took his pipe down and smiled and said to William: "Look, after a while, our priest will ask to follow the Song army."

At this time, the Song Dynasty fleet had already approached the British warship. On the tower of the express ship, a one-eyed boy with long hair stood tall, looking at the tall British ship's side.

When William saw him, he immediately became excited. He took off his top hat and waved it at the one-eyed boy, shouting: "My dear Captain Luo, I have waited for you. Is the information true? Can you help us?"

Roqianjie, who was standing in the tower, squinted his one-eyed eye and gave a British naval salute to William, and replied loudly: "The situation has been verified, everything is true! Our department will start to act immediately."

"Warriors of the Song Dynasty! I wish you success!" The captain bulged and shouted loudly. Suddenly, the British sailors and marine soldiers on the ship watched the Song army waving their hats and whistled.

The Song Dynasty fleet quietly sailed past the giant British warship and headed towards the shore. Luo Qianjie lowered his eyes from the high British warship, looked at the outline of the coastline in the fog in front, and issued a loud order. Suddenly, three fast-sentence ships with deep drafts stopped. Ten wide-bottom transport ships carrying 500 Little Knife Legion continued to sail towards the beach. Luo Qianjie personally went down to the transport ship to command the battle.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Pastor Weston panted and held a notebook, holding a charcoal pen, rushed out of the cabin. Seeing that the Song army had already begun to want to dock, he shouted while pressing the side of the ship.

Then he turned his head and looked at the captain with his pipe in his mouth, shouting: "Jack, I want to go too! I want to see the Far East style battle with my own eyes!"

The captain looked at William and laughed with a look of knowing that he had been like this. Before he could speak, William said first: "Pastor Weston, I advise you not to go. You won't like it, you will be shocked!"

"No!" Weston shouted.

Captain Jack laughed and said, "Then you go, I will send a small boat and 10 soldiers to protect you. There should be no danger. They sent 500 soldiers to do it. It seems that they will do a big fight."

But Pastor Weston's boat had just been put on the sea, and there were guns and cannons there and they started fighting.

Before the fleet reached the shore, the village had already heard a loud gong. More than 100 strong men rushed out of the village, occupied the highland opposite the landing site and the fortifications that had been prepared early. Various bird guns, foreign guns, earth, cannons and foreign cannons opened fire at the thief team behind the highlands and low stone walls.

"Suppress me with artillery fire!" Luo Qianjie waved his hand suddenly, and the Western cannons installed at the bow of the transport ship immediately opened fire and fought back.

At 200 meters off the shore, Luo Qianjie gave the order, the Song army lowered the sampans on both sides of each transport ship, and 200 elite commandos sat on 20 sampans, flying across the pirates' bullets, and rowed towards the shore with their shores.

"Oh my god!" Amid the screams, a flowering bullet fell among the pirates on the beach. The shrapnel flew across the beach, and the broken arms and intestines rolled around on the beach. Several pirates threw away the injured companions who were rolling on the beach and screaming, and quickly fled backwards.

And a few dozen meters ahead of them were the small knife commando shot like a group of arrows.

"Kill!!!" Ten meters off the shore, the soldiers of the Xiaodao team flipped down the sampan, touched their comrades who were beaten to death on the boat, shouted with hatred on their faces, and wadeed into the water and rushed towards the shore.

"Damn it!" On the beach, he pushed open a door in front of him and was shot at his subordinate who was falling to him. The commando captain Ding Yuzhan, fucked a big knife with his bare shirtless, jumped up on the ground, jumped over the low wall of the beach where the pirates used as a "fortress", and slashed the head of a guy inside with a fierce knife. The remaining four gunmen were locked in a cage behind the narrow wall, like a cat and four rats, and threw away the musket in his hand and pulled out the knife and rushed towards Ding Yuzhan. However, Ding Yuzhan didn't even wipe the blood and brain matter on his face, and used four muscles on his abdomen to press the handle of the knife towards the four people.

Suddenly, he stabbed into the guy's abdomen, "Damn it!" With a fierce snorkeling, Ding Yuzhan held the hilt with both hands and lifted it upwards, and immediately lifted the poor pirate's 100 kilograms of body upwards so that his feet were off the sand. But after just a pause, his feet fell down again, but at this time it fell softly, because he was almost cut open from his navel to his chin, and his intestines flowed all over the floor.

Then Ding Yuzhan suddenly pulled the knife back, retracted it, pressed the handle of the knife, and then pulled the knife out like a whip. The light of the knife passed over the shorter intestine man's head and spun into the face of the pirate holding the knife behind him.

The blade slashed into the face and then knocked away the teeth, as if it was easy to cut into a piece of corn on the cob.

Half of the man's head was almost cut open, and he had a few teeth stained with blood on his tongue, and he lay on the ground as if he was laughing.

"Ha!" Ding Yuzhan killed the three of them in the blink of an eye, looked at the remaining two bandits with a grim smile, and swung the big knife hard. The blood and brain particles on the knife splashed on the faces of the two people who were staring at the dumb eyes.

"Oh my God!" The two and Ding Yuzhan looked at each other for a moment. Suddenly, the former cried and shouted, threw away the knife, and ran out along the low wall.

"Want to run?" Ding Yuzhan's face was ferocious and thrust his sword, stabbing the enemy in the back with a knife.

But the two guys ran too fast. On the edge of life and death, the first one jumped out of the low wall, and the remaining one jumped towards the low wall as usual.

Ding Yuzhan did not stab him in the back of the waist, but cut off his life with one knife.

Suddenly, a scream that pierced his eardrum exploded behind the pirate's chest wall. Looking at the guy who jumped into the beach after he jumped into the wall, he was shot on the beach as soon as his foot landed. Then he was tied into a honeycomb by the soldier who was swarming up. Ding Yuzhan laughed loudly, put his knife in his left hand, and grabbed the pirate's braid under his feet holding the bloody crying and howling bloody pirate, and smashed his head into the corners of the stone wall.

The pirates' beachhead quickly lost in the overwhelming shelling of the Song Dynasty and the commando's hand-to-hand combat.

All the people who were still alive retreated into the village.

"Kaka." The large transport ship on the dock placed the wooden pedal on the dry sand. A pair of boots walked over and slowly and firmly stepped on the soft sand.

This is the deputy captain Luo Qianjie. He held a thick Bible in one hand and a revolver in the other. He slowly looked at the beach battlefield where corpses were everywhere from left to right with one eye, expressionless face.

"Captain Luo, the beach clearance is over!" Ding Yuzhan, shirtless and covered in enemy blood, rushed to him, bowed, held the blood knife in both hands, and reported loudly in Fujian dialect.

"Captain Luo, will you start to attack the village immediately?" Another person rushed to Luo Qianjie. This man looked like a child. The musket and the bayonet on his hand seemed taller than others. His name was An Qi, and he was a new member of the Ruimao Group. He was an orphan in Guangdong. Although he was young and only 12 years old, his face had a ferocious murderous aura and blood covered with bayonets that only veterans had. They all showed that the troubled times made this child destined to bear the burden he didn't dare to bear.

Luo Qianjie looked at the fishing village in the distance with screams, and for a moment of silence, saying, "Send someone to ask their village chief Yu Genzhu to come out to see me."

At this time, the foreigner Weston followed up stepping on the beach, looking at the one-eyed general Luo Qianjie with respect and enthusiasm, and shouted in English: "Thank God, I have seen the heroic battle with my own eyes. The soldiers of the Song Dynasty are no less brave than the soldiers of the Queen Daying. Now you just need to get the candy back."

Luo Qianjie turned his head and nodded slightly at him, and said in English: "Please watch from the side."

Yu Genzhu, with messy white hair and tears on his face, passed through the murderous Knife Legion. When he saw Luo Qianjie with one-eyed terrifying eyes, he no longer had the courage of seeing a foreign translator the previous time. He threw away his crutch, knelt at Luo Qianjie's feet, kowtowed repeatedly, and cried in tears: "Sir, we are guilty of death! We are guilty of death!"

Behind him were more than 50 strong men covered in blood, all of whom tied their hands and knelt down with the village chief. At the entrance of the village, their wives and children were watching with tears in their eyes.

Luo Qianjie looked at the white braid coldly for a long time before saying, "Where is the goods?"

"It's all piled up behind the ancestral halls in the village, and each of our families is divided a little." The village chief lay down at Luo Qianjie's feet and cried: "Please spare us, we will never dare again. Now the people who participated in the pirates are behind me to apologize for you! We really never dare again."

Luo Qianjie said coldly: "First, Your Majesty strictly orders fishing boats to register and brush numbers to prevent pirates from disguising fishing boats. There are only three items in your village, and the other twenty-three items are refused registration! Second, Your Majesty issues the law to wipe out pirates. Every fishing village near the sea has posted: Pirates, kill the whole family! Promote information, kill the whole family! Help the pirates, kill the whole family! Divide the stolen goods and sell the stolen goods, kill the whole family! If you know the stolen goods, the whole village will be implicated! Third, You are not a problem of not reporting the information, but rather organize the whole village to resist the royal thief team of the Song Dynasty. Moreover, you slaughter our Great Song sailors in the pirate operation, that is, you will shamelessly kill your Han compatriots. The crime will be higher than the top. According to the law, the whole village will be destroyed!"

"What! Sir! Don't! We will never dare again!" The last trace of luck in the white-haired village chief was shattered. He was so cool that he suddenly knelt on his knees and hugged Luo Qianjie's thighs.

Luo Qianjie's body was shocked, but he snorted coldly, stretched out the Bible forward and placed it on the village chief's head, murmured: "Too for tooth, eye for eye, may God forgive your sins."

After saying that, he thrust his right hand, and the revolver hit the village chief's forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Weston originally looked at the stubborn village in William's mouth. After losing the beachhead and dozens of lives, the adult man came out in groups and kneeled down to surrender. He was overjoyed. This had never been done in the British army's operations, which meant that the goods would be released soon, and everything would be fine. The British army's operations would be over at this time.

But the Song Dynasty's actions with the Far East style were not the case at all.

Weston watched Luo Qianjie's gun pressing against the old man's forehead with his own eyes, and then a gunshot sounded, and the body with an eye on his head suddenly fell on the beach.

It wasn't over yet. Luo Qianjie's one-eyed eyes emitted a cold light. After shooting the village chief, he pointed his gun at the village, and then he shouted something in Chinese.

Suddenly a terrible massacre began.

All the adult men who had surrendered were immediately killed by soldiers on both sides.

The remaining hundreds of soldiers shouted and rushed towards the village. In the blink of an eye, the fire in the fishing village was rolling, and screams echoed through the sky.

Soon one head after another was thrown into the middle of the village.

Weston, who had been shocked for a long time, rushed forward and grabbed the one-eyed general's arm. The young man with a tender face turned his head in shock and looked at him with confusion.

"You have given the order to massacre the entire village?" Weston asked loudly.

"You really know how to guess." Luo Qianjie answered in English.

"Why do you want to massacre the villagers?! And it's so cruel?" Weston watched as more and more people were quickly piled up, and he suppressed his disgust and asked loudly.

"Cruel? It's not Lingchi and the sky lanterns. They are already very good to them. I'm pursuing efficiency." Luo Qianjie said in confusion: "I have interrogated them, and the Missionary Department has found out that this village is almost all pirates..."

"Why do you kill women and children?" Weston shouted.

"Destroying the whole village means killing them all, burning them all, and robbing them all! You are already polite to destroy the nine clans without a clan. What happened to women and children? They just shot me and sent ammunition to men." Luo Qianjie replied in confusion, because in Chinese civilization, women and children have always been subordinates, and the nine clans have never been ruthless at any time or dynasty. This is civilization.

The West is actually not ruthless, but their civilization made them invent the rules when they were fine. Britain liked to use hangs and did not like beheading, so Weston couldn't stand the feeling of people's heads piled up. If he was a French missionary, he would probably have crossed words, which reminded him of the scene in the basket under the guillotine during the Great Revolution.

"I don't care! You make me feel disgusted. You can't kill anymore!" Weston yelled and pulled a soldier with four heads in his belt, but the soldier immediately pushed Weston away roughly, which represented his subsequent bonus.

In fact, in Zhao Kuo's unchanged history, Western soldiers and missionaries stopped the massacres that they could stop more than once. For example, after the Xiaodao Rebellion was suppressed, the Qing soldiers killed all innocent civilians and took credit for their contributions, pulled them from the ship to the shore and beheaded on the spot. The missionaries did jump ashore from the ship to stop this disgusting barbaric behavior; but they could stop it because this matter did not involve the interests of the British Empire or Napoleon III, and the Qing soldiers were afraid of them.

But now it is different. The soldiers of the Song Dynasty are familiar with foreigners and are not afraid of them. Moreover, these people are all pirates, and they are all traditional cultures such as family crimes and implicated that Western civilizations do not have.

So Roqianjie saw that this Western priest was going to interfere with the military behavior. With a look, the child beside him immediately rushed to Weston like a leopard. Because Weston was much taller than him, he used a British gun to hit the British man's stomach with a hard gun. When the other party covered his stomach in pain and bent down and moaned, he slanted the gun from bottom to top and hit the foreign man's neck. Weston was immediately beaten to the ground.

He whistled at the lobster soldiers (British soldiers) not far away, Angel pointed at the unconscious Weston and said in stuttering English: "He is sick, take him away."

Four hours later, 3,000 packs of sugar were transported to the British warship intact, and the trophy of the Song Dynasty's thief team almost filled the ships, including cattle and chicken.

The village has become a sea of ​​fire, all houses are ignited, all ships are burned or sunk, and the only thing left is the pyramid-shaped "landscape" piled up with human heads in the middle of the ruins of the village. A new big sign is erected next to it, with a brand new notice of the "Decree of the Pirates" posted on it.

On the British warship, William, with a grateful face, shouted and said goodbye to Roqianjie with his top hat.

Weston, who was knocked unconscious, yelled and burst into tears as soon as he woke up. After landing in Guangzhou, he immediately wrote about the "rough behavior" of the Song Dynasty in the piracy campaign, but no newspaper editor was willing to publish it because everything Zhao Kuo did guarantees commercial interests, and the Chinese also recognized this way of implicating the crime of punishment. Foreigners pretended not to see this Far Eastern method different from their civilization, and published it "Jahwestern Trading Company thanked the Song Dynasty's thief team for donating ten British cannons again."

There are two types of Chinese pirates. One is a fisherman who cannot distinguish between fishermen and pirates. The other is a pirate who does not dock and only sit on the sea or the base is not within Zhao Kuo's sphere of influence. However, Zhao Kuo's cruel "Piracy Extermination Act" mainly uses the "Three Lights Policy" to create an unmanned village along the coast, and it also uses an iron fist to completely destroy the first type of pirate survival soil. The entire coastline has become the second type of pirate nightmare. As long as they dock or want to sell stolen goods, they will be hit like lightning - because in the sea emperor's grin, no one along the coast dares to have connections with pirates or do not report it.

"Where is Zhao Ying? I haven't seen the little monkey these days." In the "Palace", Zhao Kuo looked up and asked Hu Qian.
Chapter completed!