Chapter 1076 The blood of the Ming Dynasty cannot be shed in vain (fourth update, please subscribe)
"The Prime Minister is coming, the Prime Minister is coming..."
Yi Qixi shouted excitedly to Li Maiyi and others around her.
Among overseas Chinese in various countries, Cubans have the deepest feelings for the Ming Dynasty. Twelve years ago, Emperor Shengde, with the might of an expedition to France, personally led a warship to "visit" Cuba. He not only forced the Cuban authorities to pass a decree to release nearly 140,000 "contracted Chinese workers", but also forced the plantation owners who imprisoned and beat Chinese workers to provide financial compensation to the Chinese workers through investigations and trials by the International Court of Justice. Every Chinese worker received a certain amount of compensation.
The huge amount of compensation also caused many sugarcane plantations to go bankrupt. At this time, the banks and industrial sectors of the Ming Dynasty intervened and invested in several modern sugar factories in Cuba. They organized Chinese workers to use the compensation as equity to acquire sugarcane plantations. This is also the origin of the Ming Dynasty's infiltration of the Cuban sugar industry.
In the process, the Chinese in Cuba became rich - they worked in the sugarcane plantations and were also small shareholders of the plantations, participating in the dividends of the plantations. The increase in status and income enabled them to marry and have children locally.
However, in just a dozen years, the Chinese in Cuba have become synonymous with "rich people". And they naturally regard all this as a "gift from the empire".
When you drink water, remember the well digger. Even in the center of the "Shengde Plaza" in Havana's Chinatown, there stands a monument to commemorate the liberation of Chinese workers by Emperor Shengde. The main body of the monument is an image of Emperor Shengde in military uniform, holding a sword with both hands and looking into the distance. The most popular sentence is engraved on the base: "No matter where you are, the imperial government and the army are your strong backing!"
As the former assistant minister of the empire, Wang Youling had to come here, of course, not only because this was Chinatown, but also because of the bronze statue of Emperor Shengde - the only statue of Emperor Shengde in the world.
He looked deeply at the distant land, pondering how to lead the Ming Empire to victory. The sword in his hand was the patron saint of all the people in the world, and the broken chains under the scabbard were the chains that once imprisoned the Chinese workers.
When Prime Minister Wang arrived at Chinatown, the people gathered in the square were cheering and rejoicing enthusiastically. However, Oswald, standing in the crowd, still stood there coldly, his eyes still fixed on the policeman who had his back to him.
He was standing in the front row with a camera in his hand. There was a chilling look in his eyes, a cold look that ignored everything.
In the past year, in order to make himself more ruthless, Oswald even bribed the prison police and mixed in the firing squad to execute those separatists.
The excited crowd was still cheering and jumping for joy, and everyone focused their attention on the slowly approaching Prime Minister Wang. No one noticed Oswald at all. Although his appearance was different from that of ordinary Chinese, there were many Chinese and Western mixed-race people who looked similar to him in the welcoming crowd.
Oswald was a mixed-race child. His father was also a Spanish-Indian mixed-race child, and his mother was an Indian. With only a quarter of Spanish ancestry, he was not noticeable at all among these overseas Chinese.
"Please make way. I'm taking a picture. Please make way..."
Oswald spoke fluent Chinese. His appearance and language concealed everything. He knew that no one noticed him in the crowd. All he needed to do was wait for his target to approach.
Finally, the target was approaching.
When Prime Minister Wang came over, representatives of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, such as Yi Qiqian and Li Maiyi, came to greet him. They bowed to the Prime Minister excitedly and led him towards the statue.
Oswald, who was in the crowd, was holding a camera and taking pictures. In order to take pictures, he even squeezed out of the crowd. It was at this time that Oswald's eyes met Wang Youling's for the first time.
Seeing the young overseas Chinese standing opposite him, Wang Youling nodded slightly in greeting, but he did not notice the coldness in the man's eyes.
The gazes met only for a moment, and then Wang Youling and his group walked towards the statue, while Oswald still stood behind them taking pictures, but no one noticed that while taking the pictures, his right hand slowly reached into his bag.
When Wang Youling and his group walked about five or six meters away, Oswald pulled out a pistol from his bag.
It happened so suddenly that even the people around him didn't notice the pistol in his hand.
"The gun...there's an assassin."
When the overseas Chinese saw the gun, he felt his body suddenly become stiff, and just when he was about to shout.
"Bang!"
Gunshot!
A deafening gunshot rang out, and before anyone could react, another gunshot rang out.
"Wang Youling, you executioner!"
Everything happened too fast, so fast that it was hard for people to react. Even the Secret Service agents didn't have time to react. When they came to their senses and knocked the old prime minister to the ground and protected him with their bodies, two bullets hit his body.
Oswald did not have the chance to fire a third shot. When he fired the second shot, he was tackled by the person next to him. Then two Secret Service agents grabbed him like a tiger and handcuffed him. But even so, he continued to shout.
"Long live Chile! Long live the Republic of Chile!"
"Hurry, the Prime Minister is injured, hurry, drive the car over here, drive the car over here..."
At this time, the square was in chaos. People were fleeing in all directions. An agent pressed the wound on Wang Youling's body. The blood gushing out of the wound had dyed his white shirt red. The agent pressed the wound and shouted loudly. An agent rushed towards a car on the side of the road like a madman.
"It's over!"
This was the only thought in the mind of Major Lopez, who was in charge of security, after he came back to his senses from the chaos.
"Cuba, it's over!"
When he saw the blood-covered minister being carried into the car by the Ming people, he couldn't help but feel like crying.
"Cuba, it's over!"
This was also the common thought of many Cuban military and police officers present. They could not believe that this could be true - the former assistant minister of the Ming Empire was assassinated right in front of their eyes.
No country will give up easily, but can Spain withstand the blow from the Ming Dynasty?
The people who were running around came to their senses at this moment. They stared blankly at the scene in front of them. The former assistant minister of the empire was carried into the car covered in blood. They looked at the car that sped away, their expressions filled with shock.
how so?
Some people stared blankly at the blood on the ground. This scene had never been in their imagination.
(End of this chapter)
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