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Accompanied by a loud noise.

The seemingly solid stone fortress collapsed!

As the stone fort collapsed, hundreds of Mapuche cavalry swarmed in. They fought without any rules, just like villagers fighting each other. However, with their numerical advantage and their passion (bravery), these Mapuche people easily captured the fortress.

After Martin and the soldiers and civilians in the fort surrendered one after another, the Mapuche people pierced their bodies without hesitation. Amid the women's begging, they were taken onto horses by the Mapuche people.

However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with Zhu Xianhai. He was just discussing the next step of the operation with his staff officers.

Of course, the officers from all over Europe also remained silent, and at most they only euphemistically stated that the Mapuche people should be subject to stricter control in order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops.

"Discipline brings strength, and strength brings victory!"

Zhu Xianhai agreed.

"Major, after this battle is over, I will give you 2,000 men and you will be responsible for training them. What I need is a modern cavalry..."

After thinking about it, Zhu Xianhai said.

"Whether it's lancers or Cossack cavalry, I leave it to you!"

2,000 people were just the beginning, just the beginning of taking away the "military power" of the Mapuche. In fact, Zhu Xianhai had at least a hundred ways to turn the dozen chieftains and the Mapuche tribes into his vassals. After all, whether it was the chieftain system of the Ming Dynasty in the southwest, the Qing Dynasty's taming of the Mongols, or the East India Company's system of managing princes, they were all quite effective means. Just take them.

The so-called King of Araucania and Patagonia is just a title, but it's a good title.

"By the grace of God, the King and Dictator of South China, Araucania, Patagonia, Chile, Argentina..."

Maybe, it can be even longer!

…

Feeling proud, and in order to bring himself more titles, Zhu Xianhai jumped on the horse, waving the whip in his hand, and said.

"Well, gentlemen..."

After a pause, Zhu Xianhai said.

"The die is cast!"

The dice has been rolled and that’s it!

At this moment, the expressions of Bellucci, Heisenberg and others all became solemn. They did not know the feelings of the people who stood behind Caesar when they crossed the Rubicon River, but they could generally understand the feelings of the Romans around Attila.

"Now...it's time to enter the customs!"

Enter the customs, enter the customs!

Next up is San Diego!

At this moment, Zhu Xianhai's heart was burning with desire...

Enter the customs!

"Damn barbarians!"

Watching the Mapuche army marching across the Bio-Bio River, General Rodriguez, who felt like he had lost his parents, cursed and sighed in his heart.

"The barbarians are coming!"

…

Like all Indians, Ace was a farmer. In fact, in 1860, more than 80% of the 1.5 million Chileans lived in rural areas, with less than 300,000 living in cities. In rural areas, large estates and churches dominated, controlling land and other properties. Except for a small number of whites, most Indians were just tenants of large estates and churches.

Ase, of course, is also a tenant farmer. His grandfather and his father are tenant farmers. As for the future, his son will also be a tenant farmer. The same is true for other people in the village. They are born to farm for the church, and the kind priest will pray for them on weekends.

Jose lived a happy and contented life in such a blessed life.

As usual, while he was working in the fields, a group of Indian knights broke into the village. These bandit-like guys rushed straight to the church as soon as they broke in.

"Robber, it's a robber!"

Jose yelled in horror.

Screams of fear echoed throughout the village, and men and women all looked at the robbers in horror.

Even in front of the church, the robbers did not stop, but rode their horses straight into the church and headed straight for the altar, where there were valuable objects such as crosses and candlesticks made of gold and silver.

While others rushed into the church and prepared to move these things away, Kasan had already ridden his horse to the back of the church, to the room where the priest lived. Through the door, he seemed to hear the boy sobbing. When he kicked the door open, he saw the naked priest and the sobbing boy under him.

Father Anthony opened his eyes wide and looked at the intruder in disbelief.

"Barbarians, this is the temple of God, aren't you afraid of being punished?"

"God! If there really is a God, how could he tolerate you committing such evil deeds!"

Rushing forward, he kicked the priest to the ground with one kick, then he grabbed the priest who was covered in fat like a white pig, and Kasan looked at him and said.

"Let everyone see, this is what a priest does!"

Anthony, who was dragged by Cassan, just kept begging.

"Hey, Indian, I can pay you, a lot of money, five hundred pesos, or a thousand pesos..."

Anthony, naked, no longer had the kindness on the priest's face as in the past. He just kept begging, begging him to let him go.

When the naked priest was dragged out, many people in the village came to the church. Jose was among the crowd, and when he saw the priest's appearance, he couldn't help but feel pity.

"Sir, he is a priest. Please have pity on him and give him a coat, for God's sake."

The women also prayed for the priest. In their opinion, this was simply an atrocity. How could a kind priest be treated like this?

"He deserves mercy!"

Kasan sneered as he threw Anthony in front of everyone.

"I don't believe in his damn God! Father. Tell everyone what you have done!"

“I, I…”

Anthony, with a pale face, looked at Kasan in panic. When Anthony tried to cover his lower body with his hands, Kasan spoke loudly.

"Tell everyone what you just did to that child!"

As soon as Kasan's words fell, they immediately caused a sensation among the villagers. Amid the whispers of the people, some people's faces suddenly changed. Jose was the same. He thought of his son, who had become silent a few months ago, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Could it be that...

Pablo, who was standing in the crowd, rushed forward, grabbed the priest and shouted.

"You, what did you do to my son!"

“What did you do!”

"It's Pablo's son!"

"His son is in the choir..."

"Forgive me, Pablo, I, I..."

Anthony pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"dad……"

At this time, a boy walked out with difficulty.

At this moment, Pablo's eyes were filled with despair, but more of anger.

"You damned fellow!"

In anger, Pablo grabbed a stone from the ground and smashed it on the priest's head.

Anthony, whose head was broken and bleeding, screamed and cried at first, but in the end, he seemed to get angry.

"Damned savages, you uneducated savages, I am...teaching...to be grateful to God..., to wash away...his sins!"

His roar was met with people's anger. Amid people's angry roars, stones flew and hit the statue of Anthony. Soon, he was smashed into a pile of rotten meat.

Seeing this scene, Kasan did not try to stop it. He even took out the account books and IOUs from the church and shouted loudly.

"Indians, this is the debt that the church has made you owe. Today, we will not only burn it all, but also return the land here - the land that belongs to you - to you."

Kasan shouted loudly amid the flames of burning account books and IOUs.

"Indians, today we return to you everything the white people have taken away..."

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(End of this chapter)