Rebirth of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao Becomes a God

He responded indignantly:

"Fuck you! You foreigners, stop being so arrogant here!"

"I don't know any bullshit Pope. The Heaven and Earth Army is here. Your days of bullying are over!"

"And you, you old man, line up honestly and gather at the square at the city gate!"

"If you dare to disobey orders, you will be in trouble! You will be punished immediately!"

However, Sharar didn't believe it at all.

He still stood there with his neck stiff, like a proud rooster, still cursing and chattering, and blocking the door tightly with his body, as if he would not give up.

Seeing this scene, the company commander couldn't help but frown, a look of impatience on his face.

He turned to look at the translator next to him and asked, "What do they mean? Are they trying to resist arrest?"

"That's right, they just won't cooperate!" the Chinese guy answered firmly.

Upon hearing this, the company commander could no longer suppress his anger.

Without saying a word, he raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger towards the sky without hesitation.

"Bah—"

With a crisp gunshot, the bullet whizzed straight into the sky, making a sharp sound - a warning shot!

After the gunshots, the monks and nuns blocking the church door were in a commotion, but they did not retreat, as if they were more determined to guard the gate.

When the company commander saw the scene in front of him, his brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.

He quickly raised the gun in his hand and aimed steadily at Father Sharal.

Then he turned to look at the translator beside him and said in a low and serious voice: "Tell that old guy that I will start counting now. If he still doesn't open the door when I count to three, then I will send him to see their God!"

Hearing the company commander's words, the translator did not dare to delay and hurriedly translated it into a foreign language and conveyed it to Father Sharar.

However, in the face of this stern warning, Father Sharal arrogantly turned a deaf ear and still stood where he was, with no intention of opening the door.

As time passed, the company commander clearly uttered the number "1", followed by the foreign language pronunciation: "one—".

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the company commander and Father Sharal.

After a moment, the company commander shouted again: "2", and then again: "two—".

At this time, Father Sharal remained unmoved, and even his expression did not change.

When the company commander shouted the last number "3", the whole scene seemed to freeze.

But in the next moment, a gunshot pierced the sky, and a bullet whizzed out and hit Father Sharar's body accurately.

Father Sharal groaned and then fell down. He paid the price of his arrogance and prejudice with his life.

"Father——" Seeing this scene, the monks and nuns around screamed in horror.

They stared with wide eyes in disbelief at Father Sharal lying on the ground, their hearts filled with fear and despair.

But the company commander did not stop his actions. He held the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle tightly and continued to pull the trigger. As the gunshots rang out, several more monks were unfortunately shot and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the Spaniards who had originally thought that the Chinese were as docile as sheep and easy to bully finally realized that the Chinese soldiers they encountered this time were serious.

As a result, no one dared to care about Father Sharar and several other monks who had been shot. Everyone screamed and turned around and ran into the church, as if they were afraid that their parents had given them one less leg.

For a moment, only the bodies of Sharar and several monks were left at the church gate.

That night, the inky black sky enveloped the royal city, and the moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool light.

On this tense night, facing the difficult choice of obedience or death, all Westerners in the royal city were ruthlessly driven to the city gate square.

Men and women were held in separate areas and were unable to see each other.

At this time, Wang Banghua, who was in charge of maintaining public order in the Chinese community, was leading hundreds of young and strong Chinese people to stand in the center of the square with their heads held high. They had serious expressions and firm eyes, and held sticks and other weapons in their hands, strictly maintaining order at the scene.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from the crowd: "I protest, I am a businessman from the British Empire, and my country and I have never persecuted the Chinese. You can't treat me so rudely!"

This shout was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves and attracting the attention of everyone around.

Before he finished speaking, several burly and strong young Chinese men rushed into the crowd, grabbed the person who spoke as accurately as an eagle, and dragged him out of the crowd without mercy, throwing him heavily in front of Wang Banghua.

The man knelt on his knees, his body trembling slightly, but he still raised his head stubbornly and glared at Wang Banghua in front of him.

Wang Banghua looked down at the embarrassed foreigner and asked expressionlessly, "What's your name?"

The foreigner quickly replied, "Sir, my name is Charles, and I am a British nobleman! My ancestors were members of the British royal family! I have only been here for ten days, just to purchase spices."

Then he hastened to add: "My Lord, you must believe me! I am still a devout Protestant and I have no chance of getting along with those damned Spanish Catholics."

"Right now, our British Empire is fighting an endless war with the Spanish in faraway South America. The Spanish are our mortal enemies!"

"If I hadn't wanted to do spice business with you Chinese, why would I have come all the way to the Philippines?"

"Sir, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I am friends with you Chinese people! I have never done anything to let down the Chinese people."

After Charles finished speaking, he looked at Wang Bangbi with pleading eyes.

When Wang Banghua heard that the man in front of him actually had business dealings with Chinese merchants, he immediately became interested and asked quickly, "Oh? You just said you were doing business with Chinese people, so which business are you doing business with? Who is the shopkeeper?"

Charles replied calmly, "It's Dong Fengxiang, the owner's surname is He."

Upon hearing this, Wang Banghua immediately assigned a team member to find President He to verify the situation, and at the same time instructed everyone: "Take him aside and keep him under guard, and make a decision after we have thoroughly investigated the matter."