Chapter 787 We are all patriotic Spanish, you are all Incas who do not want to be slaves

When Spanish Minister to Peru Manuel Parehama walked into the conference room with standard military steps, his stubborn imperialist as granite was still thinking about using some meteoric language this time to force Peru's President Pezette to surrender to Spain's already disgraceful "ancient world empire".::::. It's so difficult!

The elderly Spanish general was wearing a straight naval uniform, with medals hanging on his chest, and his monocle glasses shining in the candlelight. His two sharp eyes glanced around the reception room and finally fell on President Pezette.

"Mr. President," Pareha said in a majestic tone, "I brought greetings from the Madrid court."

Pezette squeezed out a very bright smile, signaled the minister to take his seat, and then said with a eager look: "Your Excellency...:,

Is Her Majesty in good health? How is our dear Spanish motherland developing recently?"

"The Queen's Body...::::" Minister Pareha was stunned when he said halfway, "Mr. President, you just said dear...:"

"Dear Spain's motherland!" When the Peruvian president talked about the "Spain motherland", his eyes were already filled with tears swaying. This is all patriotic love!

Now it's the Spanish minister's turn to force others to sign unequal treaties. Why did he become compatriots with them in the blink of an eye?

What's wrong? Pareha quickly turned his head and looked at Galvez, who was older and had white hair. He must have participated in the Peru Independence War. President Pezette was less than 50 years old. When Peru made an independent in his life, he was still a child. Maybe he was really a loyal overseas Spanish and had been patriotic since he was a child. But the Minister of the Army is an old man, and maybe he had fought with Saint Martin and the Spanish army!

Isn’t your boss also a loyal overseas Spanish?

Galvez took off his glasses, took out his handkerchief, wiped his eyes and looked at them one by one, as if he was crying: "Mr. Minister, I am also a Spanish, a Spanish living in Peru... How could I not love my dear Spanish motherland?"

Ah...\n...\n. Another loyal Spanish minister from overseas!

Is this God's eyes open?

Pareha's tears were almost shedding!

But the good news is not over yet. General Galvez then said, "Mr. Minister, there are more than me and Mr. President in Peru. All the white Peruvians love our Spanish motherland as deeply as we do!"

"That's...:.:" Minister Pareha's breathing was rapid.

A total of 200,000 Spanish patriots...::..It is hard to say whether there are so many patriots in Spain! There are still 200,000 in Peru...\n.·

"It's a pity that there are more than 2 million Indians and Indo-European mixed races in Peru, and they are not patriotic!" President Pezette said gritting his teeth at this time.

Galvez nodded and said, "Yes, there are too few patriots in Peru, accounting for only 8% of the total population."

8% is not bad! Pareha thought to himself: "It would be great if 8% of people in Spain are as patriotic as you!"

"Mr.," Pezette leaned forward, his voice became anxious, "Only 8% of people in Peru are not the most troublesome in patriotism...:::. The most troublesome is that Peru is threatened by the Yellow Peril!"

"Yellow Peril?" Pareha asked, "Is it the Chinese coolie who digs bird dropping in the Chincha Islands?"

These Chinese coolies were originally an excuse for Parehan to force Peru to sign unequal treaties. Spain could protect Peru from the invasion of the Yellow Peril. Unexpectedly, the Peruvian president said it himself, which would save trouble now.

It seems that the Peruvian president is really a Spanish patriot!

At this time, the Spanish patriot President Pezette said in a serious tone: "These are not ordinary coolies. Among them are veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and trained officers. Now they have controlled the most important bird dropping resources in Peru and have armed 30,000 Chinese workers! What's even more terrifying is that......There are missionaries from the True Job Sect among them!"

"The missionary land of the True Joshua School.:::::.It's scary?" General Pareha felt something was wrong.

"Very scary!" said Galvez. "They not only spread the heresy beliefs of the True Josés, they also bewitch the Indians' rebellion!"

Pezert nodded, then took out a Spanish book "The Book of the Revolutionary" ("Anti-Scripture") and a Spanish book "Land and Freedom" ("Celestial Field System") before the Spanish minister: "Sir, look at it...:::. They are now spreading these terrible ideas in the Indian villages around the port of Kayao!"

Pareha already understood...:...You white Peruvians are not good people!

The "progressive elements" in Europe all say how Spanish colonists do not act as human beings, but in fact, how many Spanish colonists who do not act as human beings are still watching in Spain? They are all masters in South America!

The 200,000 white people in Peru are basically descendants of Spanish colonists who did not act like human beings back then! You are so comfortable in Peru. Although the population accounts for only 8% of the total population, 90% of Peru’s social wealth is in your hands. Peru has large silver mines and bird dropping islands, and also the "big real estate system"!

Those Indians have been enslaved by you for generations, and it is impossible to say that they do not want to rebel, but they dare not rebel, and they cannot rebel!

Now I really ask these international thieves dressed in religious cloak to Peru to spread rebellious ideas. They want God to have God.

"Truth" has "truth" and specializes in governing you, the colonists who are not human! You noble white masters now know that you are afraid? You know how to patriotism? What have you done long ago?

"Mr.," Pezert suddenly raised his voice, "In the face of the threat of the Yellow Peril, Peru needs the protection of his Spanish mother!"

Galvez quickly unfolded a roll of parchment, which had already written the draft of the treaty. "We propose that Peru voluntarily become a protector of Spain. The Spanish fleet can use all our ports freely, and Spanish merchants enjoy trade privileges..."

The unequal treaty is ready!

The patriotic efficiency of Pezette and Galvez is really high!

Minister Pareha's eyes widened, "Mr. President, are you sure? This is almost equal to...::::

"We Peru are part of the motherland of Spain!" Pezette looked patriotic, "I believe that motherland will not abandon her lost child at this critical moment in the Peru Governor's District!"

This is already the governor's district...::...Parekha said, "It's a pity that the real party has risen late. If it is fifty years earlier, the Spanish World Empire may not fall apart!"

A sudden rushing footsteps came from outside the conference room, and an officer hurriedly pushed the door open and entered. "Mr. President! The armed merchant ship of the True Joe Sect has sailed to the Chincha Islands, and the ship is full of weapons and supplies!"

Pezert and Galvez exchanged glances. The president turned to Pareha, with an unprecedented earnest voice: "Mr. Minister, time is tight. Please sign this treaty immediately. We need the support of the Spanish fleet!"

Pareha hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the quill on the table and signed his name on the treaty. Although he also knew that once the word was signed, Spain might cause trouble for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

But...:...This is also the last chance to revive his dearest Spanish motherland!

Outside the Kayao Port City, the sunset dyed the Andes mountains golden. More than 300 Indians in the sill tower sat around the open space. Their rough palms were covered with calluses, but their eyes were shining with a longing light. In the middle of the crowd, a Tianli 13

The year-style multi-barrel gun shines in the sunshine of truth.

"Pak Amaru!" Zeng Shuiyuan suddenly shouted this name, and his voice echoed among the mountains. The crowd suddenly became turbulent, and several old men stood up excitedly, with tears rising from their turbid eyes.

Master Ma pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said in Spanish: "In 1780, the great Park Amaru was dismembered by five horses in Cusco Square. But today, his spirit will be resurrected in the hearts of each of you!"

An old serf with wrinkles suddenly fell to his knees and murmured in Quechua, "They said...\n. The Spanish tied his limbs to four horses...::... His scream lasted for an entire hour...\n

Zeng Shuiyuan strode to the old man, helped him up, and said in stiff Spanish: "Old man, do you know?

What was the last sentence Park Amaru said before his death?”

The old man shook his head blankly, and turbid tears passed through his face, ravines.

"My descendants will continue to fight!" Zeng Shuiyuan's voice suddenly increased, "And now, you are his descendants!"

Master Ma immediately signaled the soldiers to load ammunition. The multi-barrel gun's runner made a terrifying click, and the muzzle pointed at the Spanish flag standing in the distance.

"Tututu...

The deafening gunshots echoed in the valley, and fifty bullets tore the Spanish flag into pieces in five seconds. The red and yellow cloth strips fell like butterflies, and a burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd.

"Look!" Master Ma pointed to the falling cloth strip, "This is the end of the colonists! Your ancestor Park Amaru failed to see the scene, today you saw it!"

A tall and thin young man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd. He was about twenty years old, his bronze face was clearly outlined, and an ancient silver earring hung on his left ear. It was a symbol of the Inca nobles.

"My name is Manco Capac," the young man said in Spanish, his voice trembling with excitement. "My ancestor is the last Inca king! Park Amaru is also my ancestor!"

Zeng Shuiyuan handed the Taiping Knife in his hand to the young man. The blade was shining with bloody light in the sunset, and the four Chinese characters "Sweep all the unfairness" on the hilt seemed to be burning.

The young man took the long sword and suddenly turned to face the crowd, shouting with all his strength: "Long live Park Amaru! Long live freedom!"

The shout was like thunder. First, a few old men raised their thin arms tremblingly, then the women hugged their children and shouted, and finally the entire valley echoed with shocking roars:

"Long live Park Amaru! Long live freedom!"

As the dusk grew darker, the bells of the Tulou Cathedral rang solemnly. Zeng Shuiyuan looked at the excited crowd and whispered to Master Ma: "Send someone to Cusco to find more descendants of the Inca royal family. Park Amaru's blood cannot be emptied...:
Chapter completed!