An hour later, the Guangdong soldiers began to attack the city, and the resistance on the city wall was almost negligible.

In front of the Guangdong soldiers who were ready to go, Hou Xuanyan sang, "The Han people have a saying that it is natural for them to pay off debts and kill people to pay their lives. I will lead you here to avenge your compatriots, follow the will of heaven, and respond to the people's wishes. Never keep the kindness of a woman. In a word, foreign chiefs cannot keep the heart of harmony and kindness."

"China will not leave any hatred for the night!" Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, shaking the world, rushing to the sky and murderous aura.

After entering Manila City, an indiscriminate massacre was launched on the streets and alleys. Only Spain was allowed to live in the royal city of the foreign captain, which greatly facilitated the revenge of the Chinese soldiers.

The cold blades harvest the lives of the murderer. There are no innocent souls in Manila. They are more or less enjoying the blood-stained wealth. The happier they are when they enslave others, the fear they are when they face death.

Hou Xuanyan stood with a sword, and the generals beside him looked a little gloomy. They were not used to such bloody scenes.

But the Majesty in front of him is not the one who can listen to such advice. He clearly stated in the imperial edict half a month ago that he would take revenge.

The killing lasted for a whole day. At dusk, Hou Xuanyan returned to the tent and was sleepy. The young military doctor in the big tent who had been missing for a long time was about to relive his old dream. He heard the sudden sound of rapid footsteps outside the tent. One person shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there will be important things to report."

Hou Xuanyan put on his clothes in annoyance, rubbed the jade body beneath his palm, and arched up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, three ships were found in the city, filled with gold, silver and treasures, and strange maps."

Originally, Hou Xuanyan didn't care much about gold, silver and treasures, but when he heard the word "map", he couldn't help but stand up, covered Yang Fujin with a quilt, and ran out in his little clothes.

Yang Fujin shouted from the quilt, "Your Majesty, you have not changed your clothes yet."

At this time, Hou Xuanyan had already run out of the tent.

Seeing the emperor's hair disheveled and simple clothes, Qin He quickly took off his cloak and hung it on him. Hou Xuanyan said anxiously, "Where is the map?"

Everyone brought him to the city gate. The soldiers had just pulled out three ships full of gold and silver from the bloody river. Two soldiers jumped off the boat, holding a stack of parchment in their hands.

Someone lit a torch and looked forward. Hou Xuanyan looked closely and saw that it was the navigation chart of America.

"Haha, I got this picture better than thirty ships of gold and silver!" Hou Xuanyan was very excited. As we all know, the Spaniards and the Portuguese were the first to master the map surrounding the world. With this thing, sailing in the future will save a lot of effort.

After returning to the tent excitedly, Hou Xuanyan carefully looked at all the maps under the lamp, which were very detailed. Just go to the Siyi Pavilion to find a few people who are familiar with the language of the Franchise and translate them, and this can be used as a map of the navy.

All the mines, indigenous and Spanish strongholds on the American continent are clearly understood.

Yang Fujin came over and put on a dragon robe for him, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, what is this thing that makes Your Majesty so happy?"

Hou Xuanyan held her Rouyi and smiled and said, "This is an endless mountain of gold and an endless granary."

Yang Fujin said coquettishly, "Your Majesty is here to make fun of others again. How can there be no grain silo that cannot be eaten? Gold mines cannot be mined. Could it be a treasure pot?"

With two bangs, Yang Fujin covered her butt, was picked up by the sky, and placed it on the table.

When people are happy, they are in a good mood. Hou Xuanyan is not only in a good mood, but also has a good time with the little military doctor in the big tent.

The next morning, there were still howlings in the city, and the remaining Spaniards hid in the University of St. Thomas, which was already the last stronghold.

Hou Xuanyan came to the school and asked, "Where is this?"

The old man who knelt down to petition, had his revenge recovered, and his face had regained blood. He was wearing traditional Han costumes and bowed and said, "Keep the emperor, this is a school opened by the foreign chief, called St. Thomas's School."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and turned to the red-eyed soldier and said, "This school is called a university in the West. The knowledge it teaches is diverse. All the students are the top students in the country and will be pillars of the country in the future. Protect the books inside and do not damage anything except people."

"Abide by the order!"

The emperor's meaning is very obvious. Nothing in it can be destroyed, but only killing people.

At this time, an old foreign man with white hair and beard walked out with his hands, and while walking, he shouted loudly in not very standard Chinese, "Your Majesty the Emperor, please put down your butcher knife and spare the innocent children here."

Hou Xuanyan did not expect that in such a place, there were even foreigners who could speak Chinese.

"Let him come over and I'll talk to him."

The guard stepped forward and escorted the foreigner over. Unexpectedly, he actually knew the etiquette of the Han people very well. After performing salutes to Hou Xuan, the person he was stunned.

"Pretty, have you been to our country?"

"Go back to your Majesty, the old minister worked in the Imperial Heaven Supervision of the Ming Dynasty. Later, the Jiannu and Tartars came and fled to Luzon."

Hou Xuanyan understood as soon as he heard this, there was a group of Franchise preachers in the late Ming Dynasty. After they arrived in the Ming Dynasty, they tried their best to preach. They learned Chinese, forcibly linked Catholicism with Confucius and Confucianism, tampered with maps, and painted the Ming Dynasty at the center, making a lot of contributions to the Ming Dynasty. Whether it was gunpowder, firearms, or even the cultivation of emerging crops.

No wonder this old man looks like a Westerner, and his tone is always the old man in the officialdom.

Unfortunately, the civil servant group at the time hated them quite a bit, and had several lesson plans, almost killing all the foreigners.

No wonder he was at the University of St. Thomas, where these people are proficient in astronomy, mathematics, medicine, and natural sciences.

"It turns out that we are our old friend. I don't know what your name is, and the door of Huachao is still open for you." Hou Xuanyan's tone also became kinder.

When the old missionary heard this, he was delighted and hurriedly said, "The old minister's name is Yagus, his name is Xijiang, and his name is Qingya."

Everyone was ashamed. This foreign chief was really half a Chinese, with a singular size.

"Your Majesty, the old minister knows that the governor Oquette here has committed an unforgivable crime. At that time, I tried my best to urge him not to do such things as heaven and man resentment. But the students here are all innocent. They did not participate in the massacre and did not have the right to decide. The old minister begs His Majesty to beg them to have a way out."

Hou Xuan raised his eyebrows and twisted them into the character "Sichuan". After thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice, "I have a good impression of you and others, and I have also heard of Matteo Ricci's achievements in the Wanli Dynasty. Since you have spoken."

Jagos was excited. If the emperor agreed, not only would he be able to save his students, but there would be many Spanish hidden inside.

"Since you speak, I will give you a stick of incense and leave you with ten students, both men and women, no age limit, no age of twenty, no fathers who participated in the massacre, no descendants of the army, no other personality will be killed!"

Jagos felt a pain in his heart and hurriedly raised his head, wanting to continue pleading.

Hou Xuanyan said in a deep voice, "Since you have been an official in the court, you should know one thing, you have no joke! Since I have said it, you must not fail to revenge your blood hatred!"
Chapter completed!