"This is Satan. There are so many of us who can't hit him with bullets."

"This person is someone who can't even hit a bullet."

"No more fighting, no more fighting, we surrender."

"If we continue fighting, we will all die."

"We surrender."

"However, we are noble British, how can we surrender to the lowly yellow-skinned seed?" a red-haired British retorted.

"You don't want to survive, but don't involve us. We still want to survive."

Except for one extremely stubborn, the others honestly raised their hands and shouted in English: "We surrender, we surrender, don't kill us."

He Xuan killed the last one who refused to surrender with a sword, and then looked at the other people curiously: "Oh, aren't you noble whites? Why are you willing to surrender to me, a yellow man?"

These surrendered British people were all embarrassed.

They are at heart and look down on yellow people.

But they want to survive, too.

"Forget it, since you surrendered, I'm too lazy to kill you." He Xuan took out a piece of cloth and gently wiped the blood on the cloth. He only carried six swords with him. In China, if this sword is damaged, it can be replenished at any time.

However, there was no such sword in Britain and even Europe, only their knight sword.

But their knight swords are very different from those of Chinese swords.

These six swords must be cherished.

And the more than a dozen surrendered British people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that He Xuan would not kill them. They finally came back to life. It was too terrible to confront Satan.

"etc!"

As soon as He Xuan said this, the more than a dozen surrendered British people immediately changed their lust. They didn't know how Satan would deal with him and others.

"Clean the deck, it's uncomfortable to smell the bloody smell. The blue sky, white clouds and sea should be combined with beautiful wine and beauties, rather than the bloody smell of corpses." He Xuan sat on the chair and said lazily.

When everyone heard He Xuan's words, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just such a small matter.

These British people began to pick up the bodies of these people. The bodies that died on the boat were usually on the same road and were thrown directly into the sea. If they were placed on the boat and the boat would be long, they would probably rot and cause various diseases.

Then, the families of the killed British people were about to cry, some were wives and sons, and some were wives and daughters crying. They were very pitiful, but He Xuan did not have any sympathy. If he was not strong, then he would be himself.

This is the nineteenth century, 1874, a more cruel world!

In this era, human life is cheap and cheap.

A military disaster may lead to millions and tens of millions of people being killed.

He Xuan has also lived for hundreds of years, and has experienced several different eras. He has long wiped out all unnecessary sympathy. Now he can lie leisurely while basking in the sun, blowing the sea breeze, and watching the white clouds.

After packing up the bodies on the deck, the British felt that they were sitting with He Xuan, which was particularly strange. They quickly returned to their respective rooms and sat together with some familiarity.

And the focus of their discussion is naturally mysterious.

"This person is simply Satan. We have more than 30 people and more than 30 guns, but we can't hit him. What a monster!"

"Yes, he is a monster!" Another British man said in extreme fear: "By the way, he is a Chinese. It is said that the current emperor of China is the biggest monster, and he cannot even shoot through the monster with machine guns. They in China will not produce such monsters, right?"

"Yes, I heard that the emperor of China was the reincarnation of Satan."

"China, this backward and wilderness country, is really Satan's country. Such monsters will appear constantly." All the British present said with a very ugly expression.

"You said, he wouldn't be the emperor of China, right?" a British man said whimsically.

"You're thinking too much." Other British people laughed: "This is so young, and the average emperor is quite old. Moreover, what country's emperors would come by boat alone and cross the ocean alone."

The British who began to raise this question couldn't help but smile when they heard the rebuttals of others.

Yes, it's impossible!

"But we British, white, are of the best race. How could this humble yellow-skinned monkey compare? Whether he comes from Satan's kingdom or not?" said a British man in his forties, with a hooked nose and deep eyes: "As long as the ship arrives in Britain and approaches the shore, I can contact the British army and let them destroy this Satan."

This British man with a hooked nose and deep eyes, named Desman, is a person with a certain status in Britain and a baron.

"Yes. Now we are on the boat, temporarily endure this Satan and this devil. When we arrive in Britain, we will take revenge." The other British people also nodded one after another. Yes, many people lost to yellow people like He Xuan, and died at the hands of yellow-skinned monkeys. This is a great humiliation for them.

So, they want to take revenge!

...

He Xuan was lying comfortably there.

There wasn't a single person on the deck.

Indians are afraid of the difference in rank and the difference in class is afraid to come up.

The British were also killed by He Xuan so hard that they dared not come up.

This is better, allowing He Xuan to enjoy the entire deck alone.

So comfortable!

Suddenly, footsteps came.

Hey, this era is still brave enough to get close to you.

He Xuan opened his eyes.

I saw an Indian man in his twenties walking towards him.

Under his gaze, his body seemed to tremble, a little scared, but he still walked over firmly.

He Xuan smiled at the corner of his lips.

And this Indian, who was about twenty years old, whispered in English: "My name is Majita, an Indian. Hello, the noble one comes from the powerful gentleman of China."

"Indians, I'm quite brave to approach me now." He Xuan couldn't help but laugh: "Tell me, what do you want to find me?"

The Indian named Majita said, "I never like the British's rhetoric, saying that they are the most noble in the world, and that we yellow people are the cheapest in the world, and that we yellow people are the lowly in the world, but if we resist, we are always beaten by our family. So, it's so satisfying to see that you are also yellow people, dare to resist the British and beat the British like this."
Chapter completed!