Great time travel

Chapter 24, 27 moments in the four years of Chongzhen (24)

No.20 Four Moments: Manila's Internationalist Fighters
December 1631, Manila, Philippines

For those who live in the city of Manila, the most terrifying time of day is noon.In the morning, the breeze knocks on the casement and seeps into the house, which refreshes the mind.However, the good times didn't last long. Just as the morning breeze washed away people's drowsiness and cheered them up, scorching heat came from outside the window.Even if you lean on the window and look at the sea, you can't look far away, because the flash of the waves is like a raging coal fire, the walls of the house emit a blinding white light, and the sky is like a sea of ​​​​fire, which makes people's eyes hard to open.Then, before noon, leaving the house to go out has become a torment like throwing yourself into purgatory, and staying in the house is equally exhausting, and the irresistible sandman strikes again, forcing people into the veil In the stuffy cage made of pillows and mats—as long as it doesn’t rain, the weather near noon will force people to hide in the house and spend this terrible time in the gauze tent and on the bed.It was not until late in the evening that people woke up from their lethargy and felt a little more comfortable.

Even though the Spaniards who traveled across the ocean conquered the Philippines, they themselves were conquered by the weather in the Philippines and had to change their living habits, arranging the most important activities of the day for dusk or evening.

However, in recent days, even in broad daylight under the scorching sun, the streets of Manila are also bustling and lively.Because the Philippine colonial army has just achieved a glorious victory-they successfully swept the vast land from Lingayen, the Agno River Valley to the Godilila Mountains, and easily wiped out hundreds of thousands of soldiers. The Iloko people burned the villages of the descendants of these fierce pirates to nothingness.It then captured the rich Baguio Valley, seizing its coveted gold mines, and fighting with surprisingly few casualties.

When the good news of the expeditionary force was sent back to Manila, the Governor of Juan Salamanca, overjoyed, immediately ordered parades and various celebrations—these are the things that the Spaniards are most fond of, such as parades, plays, dances, banquets, Bullfighting, cockfighting... It takes about a week to say the least.

Among them, those upper-class whites can certainly enjoy relatively "elegant" dramas and bullfights, and participate in various extravagant dances and banquets.The vast majority of inferior whites, overseas Chinese and aborigines, apart from participating in chaotic street parades, can only go to see relatively cheap cockfighting.

In Parian District, a Chinese settlement outside Manila, among a large area of ​​low buildings with bamboo, wood and grass roofs, the cockfighting ground is the most eye-catching.In the Binondo district farther north, there is another cockfight mainly used by the Tagalogs, but it is much smaller and simpler than the cockfight here—this also reflects the financial resources or conflicts between the two parties. Speaking of differences in spending power: From ancient times to the present, the Chinese in the Philippines have always been wealthier than the indigenous people.

At first glance, this Parian cockfighting ground with architectural features looks like a big bamboo cage used by rich oriental idlers to raise parrots. There are grid holes all around, and even from the outside, you can roughly see the movement inside.The perimeter of the arena is made of wooden planks to form a three-story balcony, and in the center is a circular cockfighting arena.The conical roof is also made of bamboo, and several skylights are opened on it for lighting and ventilation.Whenever the tropical rainstorm suddenly falls and it is too late to close the skylight, the fighting cocks on the ring and the audience on the balcony become drowned together.Even so, whenever a cockfight is held, it is still hard to find a cage inside this large cage.Every spectator needs to pay an entrance fee of one copper. The entire cockfighting field, which can accommodate up to more than 500 people, is always full, and the outside is full of people who cannot squeeze in—a large group of indigenous people, Chinese Humans, mixed races and white Europeans make this place full of people; coupled with the roosters full of pits, the noisy crowing has been one after another, resounding inside and outside the stadium.

In the midst of all this din, nothing happened except in the cockfighting ring, where a Chinese man in a silk shirt, the cockfighting judge, walked up and down, collecting the bets from the spectators.As if inspired by the atmosphere, the spectators tossed out fistfuls of silver coins, as well as whole Chinese silver ingots, and even occasional bags of gold dust in small cloth bags.The referee piled these bets on the sandy floor of the cockfight, and the audience enthusiastically discussed the winner of the previous game and competed to make bets on whose rooster would win this time.

Then, finally, two Tagalog "chickens" came into play.It was obvious that they were all veterans of cockfighting. With a few teases, the feathers of the two roosters stood on end, their combs turned purple, and they were furious, as if they were about to fight for life.Immediately, the auditorium was noisy and enthusiastic.

"...bet another hundred pesos on the yellow one!" shouted a white European man in a captain's costume.The sound was like a boulder falling from the shore, causing countless waves-people rioted, shouted at each other, stretched out their hands or patted each other's shoulders, indicating that they wanted to increase the bet.

Facing the waves of noise, the "chickens" who had turned a blind eye to it for a long time just calmly took off the leather sheath from the chicken feet, revealing the sharp blades mounted on the back of the legs. All of a sudden it became silent.

Then, with the sound of a gong, the referee made a gesture, and the "chicken boys" of both sides released the cock at the same time.

I saw these two little fighters spread their neck hair, lowered their heads, and stared at each other for a long time, then suddenly jumped up and flew towards each other.And the captain who bet heavily gave out cheers like howling wild beasts... A moment later, the two roosters turned around, bowed their heads and stood facing each other, and slammed into each other again. After four rounds, pieces of chicken feathers flew around.The yellow chicken flew over the opponent's head and grabbed it with its claws; the white chicken did not show weakness, and counterattacked, kicking the opponent staggeringly.

Seeing that the yellow chicken that he had bet on seemed not to be doing well, the white captain immediately began to curse angrily. It wasn't until the yellow chicken stood up again and pounced on the enemy with redoubled ferocity that the captain stood up again, waving his arms and shouting. , The audience who bet on the yellow chicken with him also cheered in unison.But at this moment, nothing could be distinguished. The battle entered the melee stage. The fighters bit the rooster's comb and twisted into a ball. Suddenly one fell down, and then the other was knocked to the ground again. There were chicken feathers stained with blood, mixed with a Clouds of dust rose into the sky.

At the same time, on the top step of the cockpit, there sat quietly a thin man, wrapped in a black cloak, dressed like a monk, and did not communicate with anyone. People bet, standing next to a muscular Filipino servant.In short, the monk in black and his servants didn't pay much attention to the situation in the cockfight ring, but seemed to be quite interested in the fanatical white captain.

The white captain was raising his convulsive fist above his head, and let out a blood-curdling scream—the yellow-haired gamecock he had bet heavily on had fallen sideways to the ground, though he struggled to stand up again, He limped and fled, but fell down again after a few steps. He could only drag his wings and squirm slowly on the sandy ground, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground, like a defeated ancient Roman gladiator.

Seeing that the victory and defeat in the cockfighting arena had been divided, the crowd of onlookers became noisy again, some were smiling, some were pale, but they could only silently hand over their bets to the winner.The owner of the defeated party lowered his head and picked up his yellow rooster, "...make it into a salad! This bastard stole my three hundred pesos," the white captain who lost three hundred pesos said to the dying rooster. The fighting cock roared and shook its fists furiously.

It wasn't until the next pair of rooster warriors came on stage that his mania calmed down a bit.The rest of the spectators were even more enthusiastic, because the two new gamecocks were taller and stronger than the previous couples.When two Tagalog "chicken boys" put blades on the fighting cock, there was a commotion in the auditorium, and the gamblers took out their bets one after another. "...Three hundred pesos!" The red-eyed captain held up a pocket, "...all-in to the red one, it will definitely kill the gray one!" The shouts of the audience became louder. It was noisy, and soon piles of bets of varying heights were built around the ring.

Regrettably, the captain made the wrong bet again—after a fierce fight, the silver-gray chicken kicked the blade deeply into the heart of the fire-red chicken, causing the latter to fall down immediately and become a A ball of dirty hair wriggling slightly, with blood oozing from its mouth...

The exciting game came to an end, and no one noticed when the man in black on the third balcony left.The crowd was immersed in a frenzied uproar, and there was a moderate commotion, and the white captain, out of agitation, broke the seat-board and rolled off the balcony.Luckily, he was not physically injured, but lay straight on the ground, groaning in pain together with those who were crushed by him.

An hour later, the captain, who had lost his last silver coin, staggered into a tavern in the pier area of ​​Pasig River, took out some coins and ordered a large glass of Tuba wine made from coconut milk - which was almost It is the cheapest alcoholic drink in the Philippines, and then drink it while cursing the ruthlessness of fate.

"...Captain Fernando, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, let's have a good drink!"

Just as the unlucky Mr. Captain was cursing, a Filipino native dressed as a servant sat beside him, and at the same time deliberately pushed his clay wine glass in front of Captain Fernando.The Captain Fernando couldn't help staring his eyes straight away, his nose twitched, greedily absorbing the aroma of this glass of Castilian wine, and at the same time, his expression was a little strange: an ordinary Filipino native who is not amazing can afford to drink this glass of wine. A kind of red wine produced in Spain that is trafficked across half the world and sold in Manila? !
Then, he finally vaguely recognized that this native Filipino servant seemed to be a close friend of his latest employer.

Sure enough, as he expected, the generous native Filipino servant continued slowly.

"...Mr. Captain, my master is very satisfied with the information you brought back from Batavia last time about those 'Americans' and 'Australians'. So, he has a new deal The business is entrusted to you..."

The native servant smiled and said in Spanish, and then put a shiny golden thing on the table and pressed it under another ordinary pottery cup, "...for an adventurer living at sea, wealth Both excitement and excitement are indispensable, my friend, especially after a big gamble... My master is in the private room next door, please come with me."

Seeing that the other party had turned around and stood up, as if he was about to leave, Fernando hesitated for a moment, but finally Hai Hai reached out and held down the gold coin, slowly wrapping it into his sleeve. "...whatever it is," the captain said to himself, "...anyway, it's all lost." He dropped his glass, grabbed his hat, and followed the servant's back to the back of the tavern go.

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Half an hour later, the spirited Captain Fernando walked out of the tavern clutching a bulging money bag—in exchange for the money, he had to call his sailors immediately to go to the "Australia" in Lingao County, Hainan Island. People" lair, and while doing business, they will act as a spy again to confirm whether the huge multinational fleet gathered in Batavia has been transferred there, and whether there is any sign of launching a war of conquest. It is best to spy on Find out if those Americans are plotting something with the Australians...

A few minutes later, the mysterious black-clothed monk and his Filipino servant also walked out of the tavern and walked slowly towards the Governor's Mansion.It was sunset time in Manila at this time, and the sun began to fall into the clouds that gradually rose from the sea level. The golden light shining through the gaps in the clouds reflected the gorgeous brilliance on the tranquil water of the Pasig River.The high-society neighborhood near the Governor's Mansion has become extremely lively at this time.The ladies who are going to the dinner shake their silk fans lightly, swagger through the city in carriages or sedan chairs, compete in costumes and jewelry, and show off their coquettishness with hair buns of different heights; while the Spanish gentlemen attending the dinner wear dark Purpovan coats, sweat-soaked lavish ruffles clinging tightly around their necks, chattered to one another as if they couldn't wait to plunge into some sea of ​​music, wine, and feasting.

"...It's really a bit too lively, don't you think? Marcos?"

Looking at the bustling street scene, the black monk suddenly stopped, turned and said to his Filipino servant.

"...I think it's all right, Mr. Hale."

Marcos, a Filipino from the 21st century, drove away a few homeless boys suspected of being pickpockets with a stick, and muttered, "...Compared to our time, Manila now seems like the poorest city in the world." Most boring country place ever!"

"...No, Marcos, I'm not talking about this city of Manila, but this world...the Huamei Republic in North America, the East Coast Republic in South America, the so-called Australians in Hainan Island, and the real Australia in the south... …Oh, damn it, I don’t know how many modern Chinese have traveled through time and space to come to this world! Are they trying to conquer the entire earth?”

The monk in black, who also came from the 21st century, sighed and shook his head, lifted his hood, revealing an oriental face, "...Even Japan right now is not the Japan in my memory... Damn, this feeling is really crushing!"

——This Master Hale dressed as a monk, or Brother Paul, was originally a man named Evaristo before traveling through time and space.Rosa.Okamoto's Japanese-Brazilian student, a terrorist listed on the wanted list-although Okamoto and his father, who is suspected of being a member of the Japanese Red Army, usually call themselves "internationalist revolutionaries" and have been co-operated by many Those who view it as "anti-American fighters who bring their own dry food."

In 1974, 30-year-old Keiji Okamoto left his hometown with his wife and children, traveled across the ocean, and finally settled down in a village on the outskirts of Sao Paulo.Although in the 70s, the post-war Japanese immigration peak had passed, but in Brazil, where there are millions of Japanese and Japanese expatriates, no one would pay much attention to the arrival of a new Japanese immigrant.It's just that as time went by, the local Japanese community gradually found that Keiji Okamoto was a difficult person to approach, and he especially didn't like dealing with immigrants from his own country.They didn't know that this farmer who claimed to be from Kumamoto was a distant relative of Kozo Okamoto, who became famous for shooting Tel Aviv International Airport a year ago, and had immigrated to Brazil in order to avoid being chased by the police.This point has been carefully concealed by Jing Er.His son’s Portuguese name was given by his stepmother—in the third year of settling in Brazil, Keiji Okamoto’s Japanese wife died of illness. After several years of widowhood, he married a Brazilian mixed-blood who believed in Catholicism The woman added the other party's surname to the son's name.

Little Okamoto grew up in this near-isolated Brazilian farm, as silent as his father.In addition to doing farm work, he is self-taught and specializes in repairing cars and various agricultural machinery and equipment, which has won him a lot of praise among Japanese overseas Chinese in surrounding villages.And when Evaristo was admitted to the Florida Institute of Technology and went to the United States to study, it even caused quite a shock among the local Japanese residents who have been farming for generations.

Okamoto, who was studying for a degree, generally did not show any remarkable peculiarities.Therefore, when his university professors and classmates were questioned by federal agents, most of them could only recall a medium-sized, gentle and reticent Japanese student-hard-working, excellent grades, except for mechanical engineering and chemistry. Majoring in engineering, he is also interested in Eastern history, and taught himself Arabic in addition to Japanese.In order to raise the cost of traveling to Asia, he used his vacation to work for the Union Pacific Company, responsible for the renovation and maintenance of antique steam locomotives. Xiao Okamoto's enthusiasm for those old machinery made the engineers of the railway company excited. I am convinced.

If it weren't for an accidental anti-drug operation that led the police to seize the detailed drawings of the remote-controlled explosive device and some of the finished parts from his apartment, Xiao Okamoto might have continued to play the role of a good student who is harmless to humans and animals .

Some clues discovered by the U.S. police and intelligence agencies later gradually outlined some horrifying facts—this seemingly gentle and kind-hearted Japanese-Brazilian student has a close relationship with the peripheral organizations of the "Al Qaeda" Cooperate and serve as their military engineer.These bombs were supposed to be smuggled into Japan and reassembled to attack the US embassy and US military bases!

Although his identity was exposed, Okamoto, who considered himself an "internationalist revolutionary," was not arrested, nor did he escape back to Brazil as the police expected.A year and a half later, intelligence found him in a training camp in southern Lebanon, and he appeared briefly in Palestine and Syria over the years.The last time the whereabouts of Okamoto was known to Americans was in war-torn Iraq. At that time, he narrowly escaped from a raid by the US military on the underground weapons factory of the terrorist organization, and he disappeared completely from that world after that.

——What neither the FBI nor the CIA knew was that after fleeing Iraq in a panic, Xiao Okamoto boarded a smuggling ship in a panic. Forget about the old profession of homemade ammunition.But before he had time to make a name for himself in the arms trading industry, a trip through time and space, like the legendary Philadelphia experiment, happened to him unexpectedly—when the dying Okamoto was washed up on the beach of a coral reef by the waves In the end, he miraculously survived and survived for more than two months by drinking rainwater, eating shellfish and raw fish.Then, perhaps in answer to his desperate prayers, he was rescued by a Portuguese merchant ship bound for Malacca.

Thus, the terrorist Evaristo.Okamoto, then transformed into the arms dealer Paul.Afterwards, Hale transformed again and became the Japanese Chechidan Paul who was persecuted for his religious belief and forced into exile.Gao Shan——The complicated religious etiquette instilled in him by his stepmother since he was a child is very beneficial to the current identity of pretending to be a fanatic, and even some traces of faith left over from his childhood have gradually occupied his mind in a distorted form.

Perhaps after that, God suddenly showed mercy and favored this fake believer.Not long after arriving in Malacca, Paul.Gao Shan became famous for making rockets that defeated the Aceh Sultanate army that once again besieged Malacca.When some Jesuits publicly questioned his parentage out of jealousy, he followed his great kinsman Shigetomo Takayama (Japanese Catholic daimyo who was expelled from Japan by order of Ieyasu Tokugawa because of his religious beliefs, as he claimed. Died in Manila in 1615) came to Manila in the footsteps. (At this time, Portugal and Spain were in a period of unification and were annexed by Spain to become a country, but the vast majority of Portuguese were very resistant to this and refused to admit that they were Spanish.)
In the Philippines, he achieved initial success in winning the trust of the Spanish colonial government and the church by helping the governor manufacture cutting-edge ordnance, building a gunpowder factory, and personally participating in the conquest of the pagan natives.Especially the victorious expedition not long ago made Paul even more.Takayama's prestige was elevated to a new level—his ingenious invention of new cannons and rockets deserved the first credit in this war, though he was bound to meet the waves of praise with admirable humility.But his achievements and name will definitely be reported to the Spanish Indy House by the governor, and even played before King Philip IV. Some people say that he may even be canonized as a nobleman.A bride who was born as an illegitimate daughter of an aristocrat was already waiting for him to marry—although it was only a dishonorable illegitimate daughter, it was already a rare honor for him, a foreign race.

However, Hale, who is ambitious, is not interested in these things-what are these compared to the title of liberator of mankind?If it wasn't for this marriage that could effectively consolidate his position in Manila and allow him to get enough official support from Manila, he wouldn't bother to bother.

He worked hard to gain the confidence of the Governor of the Philippines precisely in order to get the Spaniards to support his cause.According to historical records, within a few years, a massive Christian revolution (the Amakusa Rebellion) will break out in Japan.As long as the Governor of the Philippines agrees to send an expedition fleet, within half a year, he will be able to arm an army with new firearms in Japan, completely smash the samurai army of the shogunate, and liberate Japan from the ignorant and barbaric Tokugawa shogunate .Just like Evaristo before crossing.Okamoto, like his father, has always been committed to liberating Japan from the oppression of American imperialism... According to his thinking, the Japanese people in this time and space, whether they are Christians or not, will be grateful for the gospel he brought.And when he has completely mastered a country, the Spaniards will be beyond his reach at that time-he can only expect to dedicate himself to his ideals; but in this time and space, he seems to have seen Japan The laurels of the liberator and the throne of the ruler are beckoning to themselves.

Regrettably, the cruel reality quickly slapped him hard in the face - in the mouth of a group of Japanese Christians who came to Manila this spring and planned to go on a pilgrimage to Rome, Evaristo.Okamoto was surprised to learn that since at least five years ago, the domestic situation in Japan has been completely different from the history he knows: the Zhenglong War broke out in 1627, and the Tokugawa shogunate fell into the storm more than 200 years earlier. The Maori family of the Changzhou domain who converted to Catholicism and raised the flag of the downfall... filled his mind with the absurd sense of time and space disorder for a while, and it was almost unclear whether he had come to the age of great navigation in the [-]th century or in the [-]th century. The Shinsengumi and the end of the Bakumura are active in the century...

In short, according to the information collected so far, it seems that there is no need to trouble Mr. Okamoto to take the lead in the great cause of liberating the Japanese nation and ushering in the new era.The spread of the "Gospel of the Lord" in Japan has already had a more successful promoter - the conversion of the Changzhou Domain, which has opened the door to Christianity in at least one-fifth of Japan's territory. As for the potential in the Amakusa and Shimabara areas The Christian rebels have long been looking forward to the leader of the Changzhou Domain, and even the Jesuits themselves are extremely respectful and supportive of the "Christian princes" of the Changzhou Domain, looking forward to the "Oriental Crusade" of the Maori family sweeping the Japanese archipelago all day long , Let this "Land of Rising Sun" bathe in the glory of the Lord... It seems that there is no room for latecomers to step in.

What shocked him even more was that the influence of various modern Chinese traversers seemed to have spread to every corner of the earth: from North America to South America, from South Africa to Australia, and the southernmost tip of the modern Chinese territory, which is very close to Manila—— Hainan Island... The various activities of these Chinese traversers are gradually causing the history of the entire world to deviate from the original track. Even the current situation in Japan, which has become unfamiliar now, has something to do with them.

For example, the "Changzhou old man" Shou Sui Xinji, who was unknown in the original history but famous in Japan in this time and space, seems to have a lot of hookups with the group of modern Chinese in Hainan Island.But Evaristo.Okamoto is still unable to confirm the identity of this guy: Is it the Japanese time traveler who also came from the future?In the future, the Chinese will be set up to serve as puppets, indigenous agents to rule Japan?Or is it simply a future Chinese who has learned Japanese and pretended to be Japanese?There is no way, the body shape and appearance of the Chinese and the Japanese are not much different.

Facing such a complicated and chaotic situation, the terrorist Hale was in a state of confusion for a while, but he couldn't decide whether to quickly organize a crusade in Manila to participate in the imminent attack on the Japanese archipelago. To end the civil war, or continue to hide identity, accumulate strength, and wait for the so-called time that I don’t know if there will be... In the end, I can only try to collect information while slowly calculating the next plan.

——What he doesn't know is that it is precisely because of the existence of so many traversers that they have greatly interfered with the original historical process and changed many historical events beyond recognition, so his series of actions in Malacca and the Philippines, It didn't attract the attention of any traversers at all...

On the other hand, Marcos, a Filipino sailor who traveled to this time and space with him on the same unlucky smuggling ship, didn't have so many thoughts on changing the world and saving the country—this guy almost just thought about how to make himself comfortable. After a while, it's over.

In another time and space, since dropping out of school, Marcos has been a sailor on various illegal ships for more than 20 years. He once considered himself a lucky man.Whether the smuggling boat he was driving was detained by the South Korean coast guard, and he was repeatedly exploded by the prison head when he entered the cell; After meeting the Sea Dragon King, at least he saved his life in the end.However, Marcos never dreamed that fate would play a big joke in such an ingenious way, throwing him and everyone on the smuggling ship Mackerel into such a strange world that he still hasn't fully understood yet.Remembering that nightmarish day, when the lifeboat they were in was overturned by the wind and waves and fell into the sea, Marcos almost thought he was going to die.

Fortunately, when he was about to lose consciousness and sink to the bottom of the sea like everyone else after soaking in seawater for a long time, he was finally rescued by a Spanish merchant ship bound for the Philippines.It's a pity that the unlucky Marcos immediately aroused the hostility of the Spanish captain because of his strange clothes and strange remarks, thinking that this Filipino native, who can't even tell his own origin, is probably a spy of the Dutch or Chinese pirates , As a result, after the merchant ship arrived in Manila, Marcos was thrown into a black prison. After various tortures, the Spaniards were convinced that he was just a half-crazy nonsense, neither harmful nor useful , So he was randomly thrown into the slave market to sell.

——If Marcos has heard of what is called "the skill of slaying the dragon", he will understand with empathy that this Chinese allusion is definitely a vivid portrayal of his situation at that time.These days he has no GPS or satellite navigation station, no diesel engine or other power equipment to care for and repair, and they know nothing about the work on those wooden sailing ships of the seventeenth century, and they are not even qualified as sailors.Marcos, an unlucky guy who was almost useless to his Spanish master, was finally forced to become the lowest and most humble slave laborer, doing coolie chores under the whip of the supervisor.After years of suffering from various tortures, he soon became weaker and weaker.If it wasn't because he was accidentally discovered by Hale and redeemed, Marcos must have passed away for one reason or another in a short period of time. His body was tied to a stone and thrown into the sea, allowing the fish and shrimp to slowly gnaw into bones.

Arrived at Evaristo.Under Okamoto, an old acquaintance, Marcos's life suddenly became much easier: although as a terrorist on an international wanted warrant, Hale, or Evaristo.Okamoto has never been a kind and benevolent person, but Marcos, the "similar" in the 21st century who he found with great difficulty, is really very useful to him-although this Filipino sailor did not graduate from high school, at least he is a 21st century A person whose education in the past is sufficient to disdain the most profound scholars in Spain today.No matter what, Marcos can read, write, and calculate, understands the principles of cost and efficiency, knows statistical data, and understands the formulas and process flow charts that Okamoto wrote to him.

Under such circumstances, Hale, who was almost driven mad by this cultural desert, immediately introduced Marcos as his right-hand man as soon as he found him. I don’t know who else I can ask for help—the natives of the Philippines in the 17th century were basically still blinded by religious superstition. When they saw machines, they regarded them as demons, and they would just kneel on the ground and pray that they would not be eaten.As for the Spaniards in Manila, they are either fanatics who only read the Bible, take communion, yell and execute heretics all day long, or they are slackers and idiots who are only interested in making money and making mixed-race illegitimate children.Even the few apprentices accepted by Hale in this time and space seem to be very well-behaved and smart, and they study very hard, but their foundations are too poor-although they are literate, they have almost no foundation in mathematics and physics. common sense!Poor Mr. Okamoto had to act as a primary school teacher, teaching them little by little from the decimal point and the principle of leverage, which made him feel that it was harder than building Rome!

On the other hand, Marcos, who had already been tortured half to death by hard labor, was naturally grateful to Hale or Mr. Okamoto who rescued himself from the sea of ​​suffering, and worked very hard.But for Okamoto's ambition to "rewrite history and make a great cause", most of them don't take it seriously, and are even worried-the Chinese traverser group on Hainan Island alone is powerful enough to make the two of them A "self-employed person" feels desperate, not to mention the existence of a more powerful country established by modern Chinese traversers in distant North and South America...

However, as Mr. Okamoto said, there are some things that you can’t escape if you want to be an ostrich. When you learn that the forces of Chinese traversers from all over the world have gathered in Bada with a full [-] armed ships Marcos couldn't help being very worried when he was in Via:

"... So many Chinese from the future really make this world a bit too lively. What's more terrible is that now they have gathered from all corners of the earth to East Asia, and the next step must be to try to rule their motherland Right! I wonder if they can succeed?"

Marcos said somewhat cautiously, "... what worries me even more is, besides occupying China, will they invade other countries, such as the Philippines? Although the Philippines is also occupied by the Spaniards now, but I feel those people are scarier than the Spaniards..."

Hale laughed loudly: "... Hahaha, this is an interesting question, Marcos, yes, what you are worried about is indeed very likely to happen. Once they successfully conquer East Asia, the Filipino people will live a happy life. more miserable than it was under Spanish rule. Whichever power these future Chinese build, will enforce brutal slavery as a state institution, and in the worst case, your fellows will be treated with no mercy The land was shackled and taken to fill the mine shaft to make room for the Chinese!

The sailor of the Filipino smuggling ship seemed taken aback: "... oh - this, this is really scary..." he stammered.

"...But don't despair, Marcos. Our future is not all dark." Hale looked up at the mottled twilight that came through the shade of the trees, his eyes were full of the light of faith , "...you are not familiar with the history of East Asia. China has struggled in the cycle between unity and division since ancient times. The Chinese are born with the genes of division and internal fighting. When they are in a desperate situation, maybe It is possible to be astonishingly united—only possible, of course. And when they are in good times, they are almost doomed to internal strife and strife. It's the so-called 'we can only share adversity, not prosperity'!

Indeed, the power of these later generations of Chinese is far stronger than ours, regardless of the two groups of people who have established countries in North America and South America—it is said that the Chinese in South America have defeated the Kingdom of Spain in two wars.Even those so-called "Australians" on Hainan Island, which is the nearest to us, came to this world with industrial equipment stuffed into a large freighter, but I brought only a head and a pair of hands.

However, the two powers in the Americas are far away from East Asia, and no one can launch a long-term war of aggression across half the world.Even the United States in the twentieth century was defeated in the war of intervention in Vietnam, not to mention these weak Chinese who traveled through time and space.

As for the Australians on Hainan Island... Hehe, if the Australians put all their equipment into motion to make cannons and warships, the Philippines would have belonged to them long ago.But a few years later, Australians have been huddled on the small island, busy making vanity mirrors, enameled bathtubs and toilets.They have been poisoned too deeply by the capitalist principles of hedonism and market supremacy, and they will only run counter to their goals-in this chaotic and upside-down era, only the use of force can restore the world, cannons are butter, and the army is everything!And they just forgot this!
More importantly, it is doomed to be difficult for these different Chinese groups to unite and cooperate. The intrigues and even armed conflicts between the various groups are bound to consume a lot of their energy - precisely because they have the ability to disdain this time and space. Advanced technology and political concepts make it difficult to maintain unity and harmony with each other, and it is very likely that they will fight in order to distinguish between the superior and inferior.

Moreover, even if their internal strife is not as intense as expected, we have come to an era where mainland China is facing the change of two dynasties, and is about to be involved in a huge turmoil that will last for more than half a century and affect hundreds of millions of people.The Chinese from the future will meet enough adversaries to have to throw all their strength into this vortex.This gives us enough time and opportunity to liberate those remote corners of the Asian continent, such as my motherland, Japan, and your motherland, the Philippines, and then use them as bargaining chips to deal with them..."

Speaking of this, Hale couldn't help sighing, "...Of course, the first goal to be liberated is Japan. Only in Japan can we establish our own revolutionary base! At present, the Catholic army of the Changzhou Domain The Shimadzu family has united with the Australians and conquered Satsuma, and has initially completed the layout of the decisive battle against the shogunate. The end of the war that will determine the fate of Japan has entered the countdown!
If we want to take advantage of the chaos, the most suitable opportunity is now!Marcos, I have decided that after confirming that the Chinese expeditionary fleet from the Americas has no intention of invading the Philippines and Japan for the time being, I will organize Japanese expatriates and Christian volunteers in Manila to launch a crusade against Japan. Army Expedition!Join this war!Would you like to go to Japan to fight with me? "

Marcos immediately lowered his head without hesitation, "...my life belongs to you, Your Excellency! I am willing to fight for you in any corner of the world!"

"...Very good! Marcos! You will become the greatest person in the history of the Filipino nation!" Hale patted the shoulder of the sailor of the Filipino smuggling ship appreciatively, "...as long as we can persist in carrying the revolution to the end ! The final victory will eventually belong to us!"