Volume 3: Confrontation! The Run of Civilization Chapter 455 Xu Xianchun in Yangon
“ Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A burst of dense gunfire rang out, and some of the ten or so targets about twenty meters away from the shooter were hit by multiple bullets, while others were hit continuously near the same position and were simply shattered to pieces. A few were still standing still, without any damage.
"Stop! Check the number of rings."
After the order was given, a group of Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms ran up to the target and began to count.
"Target number one, twelve rings. Number two, thirty-five rings. Number three, smashed... Number nine, missed the target..."
"Number nine? Um... I remember that the child was named Louis, right?"
"Yes, Commander, Luis, of Portuguese descent, thirteen years old. His parents went to Southeast Asia to do business, contracted malaria, and both died. He became homeless and was recruited by our Jinyiwei two years ago."
"You've been training for almost two years and you're still like this. What's the use of such a waste?" The speaker was Xu Xianchun, a deputy commander of the Jinyiwei and a commander. After he finished speaking, he quickly stood up and walked to Louis' side. Without saying a word, he took out his pistol from his waist and shot the half-grown boy in the forehead!
A huge gunshot rang out, splashing a few drops of red and white liquid. The real Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty present were fine with such a scene. But the teenagers, who were no more than sixteen years old, were shocked, and each of them felt more or less sad.
"It's been two years! If you still don't understand what I'm saying, and you commit a crime later, you'll still have to pay with your life! Listen to me, you're all orphans who have been stranded on the streets waiting to die for various reasons. If I hadn't adopted you, you would have either died on the streets long ago, or been sold to a mine to do hard labor until you died. However, I adopted you because I hope you can work for me in the future, not to raise a bunch of useless people! So, in the days to come, if any of you are as hopeless as him, I'll kill you all. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Xu Tongzhi."
"Louder!"
"Understood! Xu Tongzhi!"
"Humph!" The cold face quickly warmed up after uttering this word: "Who just smashed the target?"
A black arm stretched out, and a young man who looked old said tremblingly: "It's me, Tongzhi."
"Hmm..." Looking at the dark-skinned boy opposite him, Xu Xianchun's expression became noticeably kinder: "What's your name? What tribe are you from? How old are you?"
"My name is Aha Ambedar. I used to live in Bangalore. I was sold to Sri Lanka when I was twelve, and then sold to a white man. This white man treated me very badly... Then I came here. I was fourteen when I came here, and now I am sixteen."
"You just performed very well. I will punish those who make mistakes and reward those who make merits. Tell me, how do you want me to reward you?"
"..." After a while of silence, Ambedar, who was obviously of the Shudra caste, knelt down on his knees and said, "Master, I have no intention of going against you, but I hope you can allow me to restrain Louis. He has been behaving like this for two years, and he really deserves to die. However, his body should be..."
"Pa!" Before he could finish his words, Ambedar was whipped hard on the back. When he looked up in astonishment, he saw Xu Xianchun's ferocious face: "You have to remember one thing, you are not allowed to have any doubts or euphemistic protests about anything I do! Do you understand?"
"Yes! Tongzhi, I've made a note of it."
"Well... you are sixteen years old. All right, I will reward you with a woman tonight. Don't worry, she is from India, and definitely a high-caste woman with fair skin like a Brahmin for you to ravish. Hahahaha, enjoy it."
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This is the Port of Yangon in late December 1620. More than two years ago, after Zhu Youdong arrived in Indochina and asked Xu Xianchun to train future spies for South Asia, the Middle East and even Europe, Xu Xianchun set up his base here - this is already the farthest place that the Ming Dynasty's tentacles can reach.
The so-called spy schools are not actually concentrated together. After Zhu Youdong, a time traveler who knows a little bit about everything but is not good at anything, proposed it, Xu Xianchun elaborated from a professional perspective. The spy school of the Ming Dynasty in Yangon Port is divided into several campuses, which train different professions such as killers, businessmen, officials and even prostitutes. Just now, Xu Xianchun was inspecting the school that trains killers.
After leaving the school and returning to his official residence, one of his officers had already delivered the day's documents to him.
"How was the harvest yesterday?"
"Your Excellency, yesterday our navy brothers intercepted three ships of refugees from the Vijayanagar Kingdom across the sea. After a detailed inspection, we found that, as usual, except for a few dark-skinned Shudras, the vast majority were so-called Kshatriyas and Brahmins."
"Humph, it seems that their king is determined to kill all these so-called high castes in the country."
Standing below Xu Xianchun at this time was Luo Sigong, who had taken the blame for the collective drowning of the Korean royal family in Liaodong. Due to the public outrage, Zhu Youdong could not publicly protect him, so he had to let him go to Yangon to assist Xu Xianchun. Of course, as compensation, Zhu Youdong also quickly promoted Luo Sigong's son Luo Yangxing. Although the Luo family was a family of Jinyiwei, it had only recently gained the honor of having two thousand households.
"Co-magistrate, I remember that the emperor told us before he left that in addition to raising children of other races here for the future, we should also pay great attention to the situation across the sea. For more than a year, I have been asking local monks to explain the situation in India to me. As far as I know, except for the Mughal Empire, most states in other parts of the Indian continent believe in Hinduism. And Hinduism openly divides people into different classes... In short, the king of the Vijayanagar Kingdom is really acting too abnormally."
"Hmm..." Xu Xianchun touched his head, "It seems that this king named Datar is indeed worthy of our special attention. And I also heard that he was driven away by local nobles before, and finally borrowed Persian soldiers to fight back... Captain Luo, go down and tell them to let our merchants stay a little longer next time when they go to Yanan Port to unload goods, so that our people can conduct a thorough investigation in the local area."
"Yes, I will obey your command."
"Let's leave it at that for now. Reporting to the Emperor based on hearsay before we conduct an on-site inspection is not the way for a minister to act."
"That's right."
"Anything else?"
"What else..." Luo Sigong lowered his head and thought for a while before saying, "Tongzhi, recently a kind of thing has become popular in Yangon Port. It is said that it is sold by the Spanish. In the official language of our Ming Dynasty, it is called Fushougao. This thing is pitch black, and smoke is emitted after it is ignited. After inhaling it, people become very refreshed and seem very excited ."
"Oh? It's so magical?" After saying this, Xu Xianchun immediately asked, "How much does it cost?"
"Generally speaking, one ounce of Fushou Cream costs two silver dollars. This item first appeared in Yangon Port last month, and now it has spread around the docks. The Spaniards simply bought a piece of land from the government office near the port to sell this item."
"Hahaha, Captain Luo, in addition to salaries, you and I also receive overseas subsidies and a share of the state government's land revenue, so the income is very high. But for ordinary people, this thing is still too expensive. The Spaniards sell things so expensively, but they are still selling well. Hmm, this is strange."
"What does Tongzhi mean?"
"Let's go to the Spanish store someday and experience the stuff ourselves."
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements later."
The two men continued to discuss some official business and were about to leave separately when a general flag of the Jinyiwei rushed in and said, "My two superiors, I encountered a group of foreigners wearing Turkish robes and harem pants at the port. They claimed to be from the Ottoman Empire and asked our officials to escort them to Beijing!"
