Dominate the Country

Dead bodies were scattered in the church, with tattered clothes, white flesh, and blood splattered on the ground and walls.

The evil god who was nailed to the cross had been pulled to the ground by the natives. The wooden cross was half burned, and the black part that had extinguished the flames was emitting light smoke.

The instructor turned around and was about to walk out of the church. If he stayed in such a place for one more minute, he felt that it was disrespectful to his ancestors. But just as he turned around and before he even took off his feet, there was an argument behind him, accompanied by a woman's scream.

Without the instructor's instructions, Yan Kongtao walked over on his own initiative. During this period, there were several more screams and shouts, and the instructor frowned and knitted his brows together.

It wasn't until Yan Kongtao came to him with a few people that the instructor's brows lifted. He saw a young woman wearing a black nun's uniform. She must be less than twenty years old. She had black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, and delicate appearance. There was no trace of indigenous people. She was definitely a pure-blood Chinese. .

——This is the woman who has forgotten her ancestors!

"What's going on?" the instructor asked.

Now is not the time to completely fall out with Da Ban Ya, otherwise, he would have wanted to hang this woman up and give her a good beating.

I don’t know why, but the white skin seen through the torn chest and skirt of this girl actually made the instructor’s eyes darken again and again. Is it because of the nun uniform this woman is wearing?

There was a hint of anxiety on this woman's face, and her eyes were pleading, but this did not make the instructor feel any pity. Because of the black nun's uniform she was wearing, the instructor wanted to completely tear it into pieces.

According to the regulations of the imperial court, Chinese people who insist on believing in monotheistic religions cannot get red books, which means they are not considered Chinese. If put in a war, the little girls in front of me could be regarded as prisoners of war. The instructor only needs to deduct a sum of money from his military merit points to 'buy' this very good-looking girl.

"Instructor, this is Rong Laosan..."

Yan Kongtao immediately explained in a low voice in the instructor's ear.

It turned out that the soldiers who had just searched the church discovered that the few parishioners who had managed to escape were taking advantage of the chaos to steal gold and silverware from the church, and they immediately stopped them. These were all their trophies. Then it was discovered that some of the parishioners were trying to escape. Of course, the people from the reconnaissance team immediately stopped them. After catching these two people, before even asking a few questions, someone recognized the one with a full face. Who is the one with the blood?

Rong Zhixin, Rong Laosan, Big Salted Duck's loyal bastard, was a bastard of Lin Jiayan's generation who was stabbed in the back by countless people, and was also the instructor's biggest enemy. When the people from the reconnaissance team came up, they punched and kicked them, but a disheveled woman jumped out to protest.

The status of parishioners in Luzon is very special.

The Spanish have been established in Luzon for two hundred years, and their missionary work has been carried out for two hundred years. The church occupies a pivotal position in Luzon, and the status of the parishioners has been expanding with the expansion of the church's power.

To be precise, in a non-secular monotheistic country, the church has sacred and inviolable divine rights. Inquisition representatives stationed in Luzon have the authority to handle all religious matters in Luzon. Therefore, in Luzon, the Unitarian Church was able to force all Spaniards who opposed it to submit through the Inquisition, including the Spanish governor in Luzon.

Secondly, the Unitarian Church not only manages religious affairs, but also enjoys extensive political, judicial, cultural, educational, financial, economic and other rights. They themselves have become the most important part of the colonial rule of Dabanya.

The terms of office of the governors of Luzon were relatively short, and the leadership mechanism of the church was relatively stable. They also had extensive contact with the indigenous people of Luzon, and were familiar with the local social conditions and customs. Therefore, the Spanish colonial authorities had to rely on them at all times, even in When the position of governor is vacant, archbishops and bishops can concurrently serve as governors, and church officials often also serve as heads of various government departments.

In Luzon, the clergy were not only spiritual advocates, they were also municipal rulers in every sense of the word. Is the real ruling class! Therefore, some parishioners who are truly trusted by missionaries have a very high status.

The Unitarian Church in Luzon has strong economic strength. In terms of land, the share owned by the church occupies one-tenth of the total cultivated land in Luzon. What a huge amount of wealth this is. Many missionaries and monks were also shrewd businessmen. They were engaged in usury, galleon trade and monopoly trade, and benefited greatly from local trade and monopoly trade.

The church's presence appears in all aspects of Luzon society. And some of the church members are the executors of their will, and they can also be said to be the lackeys who work for the tiger.

If we compare it with China's social class, the status of monotheism in the Luzon colonial system of Dabanya is that of China's gentry class in the past.

The two communicate up and down, connect and promote the development of the entire society, and promote political surges. They have similar functions in each other's societies.

But the monotheistic religions also have opponents in Luzon. Their opponents are not the local traditional primitive religion, but the Chinese culture that came to Luzon hundreds of years earlier than them.

To say that the influence of Chinese culture is really impressive, Big Salted Duck has ruled Luzon for two hundred years, and it has not yet been completely settled.

Thirteen years ago, Manila even issued a decree prohibiting Chinese from exerting 'immoral' influence on the indigenous people. Monotheistic Chinese and non-believer Chinese were not allowed to live together with the indigenous people. Once discovered, they would be escorted back to Manila's Eighth Company. '——Three Holy Church, received a punishment of 200 lashes and had to serve four years of hard labor in Cavite.

But if the Chinese convert to monotheism, they can be exempted from all taxes for ten years, and they will only have to pay the same taxes as the indigenous people in the future. Enjoying very preferential treatment.

Dabanya is not stupid, they know exactly who is creating the main wealth for them. Dabanya also believes that Chinese converts to monotheistic religions are easier to manage than non-believers, and they even encourage Chinese converts to monotheistic religions to actively migrate to various areas in Luzon.

This is largely the reason why Chinese people are now spread all over Luzon.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Chinese nun in front of her, the instructor, Yan Kongtao and other members of the armed forces are still her 'brothers'. The monotheistic religion has always allowed its followers to call each other this way. Such a title will make people feel very friendly and can deepen their cohesion.

But these 'saviors' suddenly punched and kicked Rong Laosan, causing the woman to scream. Just like when she was pushed to the ground by the natives and tied up with ropes.

Thinking of the two parishioners who escaped, one was known to the instructor and the other was not. Of course the person he knew was Rong Laosan.

When the instructor first landed at Lingayen Port, he was almost made unable to stay in Lingayen by this bastard!

Rong Laosan came to Dagupan to discuss matters. Is he a Spanish spy among the Chinese in Lingayen? Recently, there have been some bad signs among the natives in Lingayen, and the Spaniards want to hold a meeting to study. As a result, he was unlucky enough to catch up with the aboriginal uprising, and among his bad luck, he was very lucky. After the door was broken down, he hid in the church's storage room and relied on the iron door of the storage room to hold on until the aborigines were dispersed. .

Rong Laosan, who had a bruised face and a swollen nose, was so frightened that he peed when he saw the ferocious smile on the instructor's face.

But before he had time to beg for mercy, the instructor, who didn't want to say anything nonsense to Rong Laosan, waved his hand. Two soldiers from the reconnaissance team picked up Rong Laosan and dragged him outside the church. Yan Kongtao ferociously took out his musket. Followed up step by step.

Many Chinese who have been baptized knelt on the cross out of desperation. They did not really believe in the cross. During the previous wave of departures, many Chinese had already said goodbye to the monotheistic religion, but there were always some inseparable families, like the current Rong Laosan, and like the Chinese believer in front of me. These people also No longer considered Chinese!

If he didn't know that Rong Laosan was a scumbag among the people being rescued, the instructor would have just left. But now that he knows, it would be the happiest thing to send Rong Laosan to see their God.

The instructor will always remember the incident when he was forced by Rong Laosan to almost fail the mission.

At this moment, the two rescued foreigners and another mixed-race nun in her forties or fifties had gathered in the lobby, but they didn't say a word as they watched Rong Laosan struggling and begging as he was being taken away. On the contrary, the Chinese nun was very courageous. She took two steps forward and grabbed the arm of the instructor who was about to follow him outside: "He is one of God's people. You can't take him away! You can't decide him arbitrarily." life and death."

Because of her movements, the nun's torn skirt exposed more of her snow-white skin, and it seemed that she was a little too excited. Her chest rose and fell as she spoke, like a wave in the ocean.

"Isn't the God you believe in omnipotent? Isn't he the master of everything in the world? Then let him stop me."

There was undisguised sarcasm on the instructor's face. This made the nun even more emotional, "You are blaspheming, you are disrespecting the Almighty Lord, your soul will..."

"Pah!" The nun, whose face was full of courage, was slapped to the ground by the instructor's backhand before she could say anything.

Seeing this pretty woman wearing a foreign nun's uniform and saying things that a Chinese should not say, the instructor felt like he was ravaging her mentally.

"Ah, ah, ah..." A harsh scream came from the nun's mouth. The nun who fell to the ground felt her face was wet. She endured the pain and the chaos caused by the fall and opened her eyes to see what she saw. Just a disheveled corpse. The nun recognized the person. She was Mrs. Rogge from the town.

But as soon as the shock passed, an even greater shock caused her to burst into a series of screams. Her fair face was wet, and it turned out that it was covered with blood. It was the blood that flowed from the body of the dead Mrs. Rogge. In an instant, screams echoed throughout the church hall.

The instructor knelt down and looked at the nun with evil eyes, "How about this? Are you afraid of this? Are you still tough with your little mouth?"

There was a sneer on his face, "Blasphemy? If I blaspheme, I will just throw the half-burned cross into the manure pit."

The church was the gathering point before the hall. There were some corpses scattered among the wooden benches, some of which were indigenous, and the rest were from the church. The gun that the latter dropped had been picked up and run away, and the blood stained the wooden benches, the ground, and the entire church.

"Don't take it too seriously when foreigners deceive you. Anyone who believes in this stuff is a bastard." As a soldier who has fought in several wars, the instructor has never believed in this stuff. No matter if they are gods or Buddhas or whatever.

The only temple gate he had ever piously opened in his life was the Confucian Temple. Before the cultural exam, the instructor, who he knew was not good at it, kowtowed three times to the statue of Confucius sincerely, but in the end he still failed and could only become a non-commissioned officer. One night when it was his turn to patrol, he ran to the corner of the Confucian Temple and took a shit.

"Can't God's people be killed? I tell you, there will be many more God's people who will die in the future."

"Come on, take this woman away too."

When the instructor left the church, he heard sobbing from behind. For the few people who were still alive in the church, today could be said to be the greatest tragedy in their lives.

The follow-up infantry had arrived.

Six or seven hundred people automatically divided into two groups, one group began to clear the Dagu Fan, and the other group began to pursue the fleeing "rebels".

"What's your name? Where are you from? Where are your parents?"

Outside the church, Rong Lao San's body was lying, and the nun with five finger marks on her face felt a fear for the instructor.

She answered honestly, "My name is Guo Ling, I'm from Manila. My parents are in Singapore, they don't want me anymore." Sister Guo burst into tears, probably because of the sad memories and the threats she experienced today.

It wasn't until the instructor took her into a neat house that Sister Guo barely suppressed her sobs and told her life story.

It was very simple. When the Chinese in Manila went out a few years ago, Sister Guo, who was devoted to the cross, believed in the ignorance of the East and insisted on staying in Manila. Becoming a nun was her last resort.

The whole family left, and only the native servants were left at home. Guo Ling didn't dare to live at home for a long time.

Of course, with the wave of Chinese returning, Guo Ling's relatives eventually returned to Manila. But the bilateral relations were very embarrassing!

For a country that firmly relied on the big ship of China, Guo Ling's existence was simply a shame, not to mention that only Guo Ling's second brother and second sister-in-law returned to Manila, and her parents were in Singapore.

Finally, the heartbroken Guo Ling chose to leave the Manila Cathedral and came to the Fernando Convent in Cavite, and then came here again a month ago.

Sister Guo, who looked depressed, did not explain why she came to the church in Dagufan from the convent. She was depressed and sighed to herself with a handkerchief that had been wiped with blood. She did not notice the cold light flashing in the instructor's eyes.

Isn't such a woman a shame for the family!

Judging others by oneself, if the instructor's sister was such a lunatic, the instructor would definitely wish he didn't have such a sister. "Your father must regret why he didn't strangle you to death when you were born."

Whether it is Batavia or Manila, there will be a few such devout Chinese believers. The instructor's mouth was full of sarcasm.

"Most of the townspeople in Dagufan are believers, right? Among the natives who besieged the church, one-third are Dagufan people?"

There are believers who are willing to live and die with the church, which is their most reliable hiding place; there are also believers who hate the church. This is normal, the five fingers are not even. Besides, there are rich and poor believers.

"The priests, monks, and nuns in the church all died in their hands!" For people with faith, physical harm is far less satisfying than ravaging her faith.

The instructor looked at the tangled look on Guo Ling's face, and his heart was filled with joy. He felt like ravaging Guo Ling's soul.

However, the instructor who had never been with a devout believer really underestimated the faith of a true devout believer. What was his little difficulty? These lunatics could make everything round.

After struggling for a while, Guo Ling's face turned calm, as if she had thrown away a heavy burden. She looked up at the instructor and said, "The priests have been called by the Lord and rest in His arms, but the living people have to inherit their unfinished wishes here. I believe that they will pray for the later ones in front of God, so that the later ones will love the Lord and others more and devote their lives.

God will favor his servants, and I believe that the Lord will accept them back to his side, let them rest in the arms of the Heavenly Father, and enjoy eternal happiness there.

Tonight, too many people have died, so we should forgive the living ones even more!

Ah Door. "

"Almighty and merciful God, the death and resurrection of your Son Jesus jd has brought hope of eternal life to mankind. Please show mercy and accept our brothers who have just died, forgive them for their mistakes in thoughts, words and deeds when they were alive, send angels to protect and guide them, so that they will not be harmed by the devil, lead them to your platform, let them rest in your arms, and make us who are still living in the world cherish the gift of life, try to do good, and meet him in heaven in the future. ..."

The instructor's eyes were wide open, and the whole person looked like he had eaten a pound of shit. What's the reason? Is this woman in front of him really crazy?

The power of faith is so great that it can brainwash people like this?

The instructor who has never really prayed to God and Buddha faced the power of faith for the first time. This woman who looks very weak in front of him gave up her roots for faith and broke up with her parents. These are crazy people!

This is a cult, it cannot be tolerated!

We must drive it away!

"What a pity. It's pretty, but its brain is too abnormal."