Claire pulled out the sword in his hand and put it on a child's shoulder.

"I count three voices, you can come out by yourself, otherwise I will kill a child for every three voices!" Claire's face was full of cruelty, and he did not feel any guilt for such an indigenous child.

"one two three!"

"Okay, it seems that no one is ready to come out. The poor child was killed by his mother." Claire looked at the child with regret and shook his head.

Then he raised the sword in his hand and slashed it at the crying child.

"Ah!" A woman and a young man opened the room. The woman held a stick in her hand and the man rushed towards Claire with a hatchet.

This is their child, whose family affection for the child overcomes his inner fear, so the parents expressed their original potential to defend their cubs, rushed to Claire in a few steps and hit him.

"Bang!" Claire pulled the trigger and the fuse fell. A smog of smoke appeared from the exquisite short pistol. The man rushing towards him was immediately hit by a projectile, and he took a few steps back and covered his heart and fell down.

"Ah!" A deafening scream came out, and the woman holding a wooden stick stared at Claire with hatred eyes.

"I want to kill you! I want to kill you to avenge my boss!" The woman used all her strength to wield the wooden stick and smashed it down at Claire.

At this time, the musket had no ammunition, but Claire was not afraid at all. Instead, he set off a stance to hold a sword to prepare for the fight against the woman's cold weapon.

How could a small wooden stick be the opponent of the sword? I saw that the wooden stick was almost cut off in two strokes.

"Ah!" The woman cried and launched rounds of useless attacks on Claire. Unfortunately, her attack was destined to be invalid when facing Claire, who was very tall and well-versed in swordsmanship.

The woman could not touch Claire's corner of her clothes when she hit her left and right, but instead she was fooled by him.

At this moment, a light flashed, and Claire's sword pierced the woman's throat.

The woman widened her eyes and covered the blood foam from her neck and mouth flowing out.

"Hahaha...ahhh..." The woman could no longer speak, so she could only cover her neck with one hand and point her child with the other. She was really powerless.

"Mom! Mom!" The child crawled over and grabbed his mother's clothes and cried bitterly.

"brush!"

Another light was shining, and most of the sword in Claire's hand had been buried in, all of which were inside the woman's child's body. Claire looked at his masterpiece "Working Skewers", then kicked it away, and the two corpses rolled along his feet to the side of the road.

"Hahaha!" These Spanish soldiers laughed proudly.

"Claire doesn't play anymore, hurry up and drive them out to do the important things." At this time, Joseph, who had completed the siege, appeared. He was afraid that if Claire didn't appear again, he would kill all the natives here.

Don't doubt that he can really do it, just like in South China Sea, how many villages he destroyed.

Although he was the son of the Count, Joseph could no longer be so indulged, otherwise the labor force for building the castle would be really insufficient.

For the sake of Old Joseph, Claire withdrew the sword in his hand, then shrugged his shoulder and pushed it back a few steps.

It's really a disappointment, I haven't had enough fun yet.

So at Joseph's order, the Spanish soldiers held guns and kicked open the door of the room that was better than nothing, and then pulled out all the people inside without any distinction.

"Go away! Or you'll kill you!"

Under the black gun and the sharp sword light, the villagers stood up honestly.

On an open space at the entrance of the village, villagers were surrounded by Spanish soldiers holding guns.

A high place in front, Joseph stood on it with Claire and a translator.

The villagers below squeezed together tremblingly, and the children cried but did not dare to speak, hugging their father and mother's legs and hid their heads in their parents' arms.

"Hello, children." Joseph said to the people below with a smile.

Then the general translator also translated it with him.

"Don't be afraid, whether you believe it or not, I actually came with kindness." Joseph showed a smile regarded as a demon.

The villagers below were even more scared. This was coming with kindness? Have you ever heard of the devil coming with kindness?

"Of course, this kindness is not unrewarded. We need to build a solid castle in that place, yes, that place, so we need your help, do you understand?"

"Don't let our kindness disappear. As long as you build the castle, we will release you, and you can trade with us in the future. Do you understand the trade? The fish you caught or the grain you grow can be sold to us. We provide you with protection and protect you from bullying by pirates. Do you understand? This seems to be easy to understand."

Joseph explained to these villagers very carefully. Of course, how much of what he said was true was another matter. Now he just wanted to build the castle, after all, they would definitely meet the hateful Dutch people in no time.

Their construction of castles here poses the greatest threat to the Dutch. Once they realize it, they will definitely find an opportunity to destroy themselves.

"Of course, if you are not good at making any effort, don't blame me for killing you with the sword in my hand!" Claire cruelly provoked the heads of the family as a show-off spoil.

The villagers' anger condensed in their eyes. If it weren't for the red-haired fan around them holding guns, they would have gone up to fight him now!

Yes! That's it. Claire likes this expression that hates him to death and has no choice but to treat him.

So the children of these villagers were captured. Under the threat of the children, they began to build castles, working hard during the day, carrying large stones in the quarry, and villagers starved to death every day. Then these people caught new people from somewhere and added them.

Every time, a large pit on the edge of the quarry was filled with corpses, and countless flies were buzzing.

The villagers have to endure the whipping of these red-haired sprouts every day and have to endure hunger. These red-haired sprouts give them a little hard black bread every day, which is sour and hard.

"Uncle Hai, you can't go on like this. If we continue like this, we will all die here." Uncle Hai felt that it would be over if he didn't do anything about his own village, so he found several smart young people in the village.

"But we should do this, no one will be willing to help us." The young man said sadly. They were the Ming government in the Dongfan who ignored them.

"No! Go and find the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He will definitely care about it. The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty needs the most. As long as someone among you see the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and then cried hard, as long as the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty feels that he has lost his face, he will definitely come to save us." Uncle Hai also recognized the name when he was young, and knew that the Dongfan was a country that was not conquered. In theory, it was a vassal of the Ming Dynasty. The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty would definitely not lose face. As for whether these young people could see the emperor, it depends on whether Mazu wanted to bless them.
Chapter completed!