Mexico City, execution ground, Croche Heights in Querétaro.
It was around six in the morning on May 23, 1996. The morning was quite cool.
When a man is about to be shot by a firing squad, the cool weather seems to become a little cold.
In front of the stone wall of Krosh Heights, there were more than a dozen people in military uniforms, with medals of the Mexican Empire on their chests. They stood in front of the cold wooden stakes with their hands tied behind their backs.
Luis Terrazas was among them. At this moment, his eyes flashed with despair and desire from time to time as he stared at a group of soldiers standing 20 meters away.
"I have shed blood for the empire, I have shed sweat for the empire, Your Majesty, how could you do this to me..."
As a former count of the empire, Luis Terrazas was completely shrouded in fear. Those around him, who were tied up like him, were all the same as them - criminals who had committed treason. Their identities were also the same, nobles of the empire and local powerful figures.
While shouting, Luis Terrazas kept kicking the gravel on the ground with his toes, and he did not give up struggling.
Some were struggling, while others seemed calm.
In fact, now that things have come to this, what good will it do even if I struggle?
"Okay, Terrazas, leave like a man!"
The people on the side looked at him with disdain. Of course, they were more annoyed. How could this guy be so stupid? If he hadn't assassinated the Prince of California, how could everyone get into this unprovoked disaster?
At this time, someone came over and covered their eyes with black cloth.
"God, please forgive me..."
When death was about to come, a priest stood beside Terrazas, muttering something.
Mostly it was words like God forgive him.
Twenty soldiers pulled the bolts of their rifles and loaded the bullets. Amid the clicking sound of bullets being loaded, the priest's recitation sounded even weaker.
At this time, the captain of the execution team gave the command "Aim".
"shot!"
The sudden sound of gunfire echoed over the high ground, and the aftermath of the gunfire also dissipated on the open high ground.
The executed group were the leaders of the Republican Party, who had been opposing land reform for many years, colluding with the United States to overthrow the royal rule, and planning an attack on the Prince of California. With their death at this time, it should be said that the conspiracy and rebellion ended.
But what is the reality?
Did they really commit this crime?
This is not important. What is important is that, through the joint efforts of the gendarmerie and the royal army, more than 300 conspirators were arrested in a few days, and they were quickly tried, convicted, and then executed. Their estates were confiscated and the land was distributed to landless and small tenants and immigrants.
Overnight, the Mexican Empire completed the problem that had always plagued its development, but it became the beginning of another major event.
"Today, the Mexican Empire is reborn!"
Inside the Mexican Railway Company, Sun Chenglin, the president of the railway company, raised his glass high and spoke to everyone in a cheering tone.
"Gentlemen and ladies, cheer as loud as you can, for our Mexico, for the rebirth of the Mexican Empire. From today on, the people will win freedom and own their own property!"
When Sun Chenglin finished speaking, the banquet hall was filled with applause and cheers. In fact, they were not cheering for the people. After all, those farmers had little to do with them.
Many of them are of Chinese descent. In Mexico, few Chinese are engaged in agriculture. On the one hand, it is because the powerful and wealthy control most of the land, and immigrants can only work as tenant farmers in agriculture. On the other hand, it is because Ming-funded enterprises provide a large number of jobs. The Mexican Railway Company alone employs nearly 800,000 employees, 70% of whom are of Chinese descent. The Mingo-Mexican Oil Company also employs hundreds of thousands of employees. Coupled with silver mines and other mines, Chinese immigrants can easily get a well-paying job. Moreover, many Chinese choose to do business - in Mexico, Chinese already control 80% of the country's retail industry.
In this case... they really don't care whether the farmers have land or freedom. However, the Chinese upper class really cares about this issue, because those local powerful groups not only control a lot of land, but are also the biggest obstacle to preventing imperial capital from infiltrating into the local areas.
Now, after those people have been dealt with, it not only means an opportunity for wealth redistribution, but also means that the empire's capital can enter all parts of Mexico without any obstacles, and finally realize their dream - to completely control Mexico economically and in terms of capital.
When the sun set and the railway company building cast a long shadow on the square, beautiful music was still floating in the banquet hall of the building. While people were enjoying the wine and music, Sun Chenglin had quietly left the banquet hall and entered another office.
"What would you like to drink?"
"No thanks, President."
Li Haoze, the security manager of the railway company, shook his head and said.
"Boss, you asked me to come back. Do you have any plans?"
"Central America!"
After taking a sip of ice-cold beer, Sun Chenglin finally felt a comforting coolness.
“Now, it’s time to address the problems in Central America.”
"What?"
Looking at his somewhat surprised subordinates, Sun Chenglin spoke directly.
"We have waited so long and spent so much time not to establish a so-called Central American federation. Now it is time to start a new journey,"
Over the past decade, with the support of the railway company, Guatemalan President Justo Rufino Barrios has realized his dream - he has successively annexed El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica, and re-established the "Central American Federation". Of course, the railway company has also received rewards - railways and mining rights and other rights.
However, this is not Sun Chenglin's ultimate goal.
"A new journey?"
"Yes!"
Sun Chenglin pointed at Mexico City outside the window and said.
"Look there..."
"What?"
"Look at the signs outside the window. Twenty years ago, there were Spanish signs everywhere in Mexico City. But now? There are Chinese signs everywhere. 70% of the people in this city are of Chinese descent like us. With the efforts of generations of immigrants, the Mexican Empire is becoming a country that is becoming increasingly sinicized, and the Chinese population accounts for the majority. This is our real goal!"
Holding a beer bottle in his hand, Sun Chenglin looked at Li Haoze and said.
"I don't care what others say, but I know that Mexico's present is the future of the Central American Federation. This is why we spend a lot of money to seize this land for the Chinese. As for the railway..."
After taking a sip of wine, Sun Chenglin sneered.
"It's just for the purpose of completing this task better! Now, you need to make a plan. We need to complete this task. Perhaps the military has their war in the north, but we... we also have our own mission to complete!"
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