Chapter 559: Los Angeles Massacre (3rd update, please subscribe)
torch!
Torches were burning in the streets. Thousands of men and women, shouting madly, rushed into Chinatown and dragged out all the Chinese. The crazy people on the streets hung the noose on the gallows in the city center.
The Chinese who were driven out of their homes and had their possessions looted all knelt on the ground in fear and begged, hoping that these people would show mercy.
But their praying and kneeling were completely meaningless. These crazy white people didn't care about it at all. They directly dragged the Chinese with their hands tied to the gallows.
"Hang them, hang the damned Chinamen!"
A white woman was shouting wildly, and she even put the noose on the begging Chinese people herself.
Amidst crazy shouts, five Chinese were hanged. For a moment, the square was filled with cheers.
Afterwards, six more Chinese were dragged up. Their cries did not bring any mercy. A white child even ran over and asked to be executed.
Killing!
That's what's happening here.
"Tom, my name is Gene, my name is Gene..."
When he was being dragged to the gallows, Dr. Tong Gene saw a white man, who was the white restaurant owner he had treated, and he immediately shouted.
"I am Gene, please save me, I have gold and diamond rings, please save me..."
Then Tong Jin told those white people. Many of them were his former patients and usually respected him, but what about now?
They wanted to kill him like crazy.
"Please, let me go. I will give you all the gold and diamond rings. Just let me go. These are all yours."
However, before he could finish, the white man he had saved walked over, slapped him to the ground, put the barrel of the gun to his mouth and spoke.
"Damn it, Tong, the gold is there, take it out!"
For him, nothing is more important than gold. What lifesaver?
None of this matters at all.
"Please, Tom, I cured you, let me go, just let me go...ah!"
Suddenly, Tong Gene cried out in pain, and Tom cut off his fingers with a knife.
"Where's the damn gold? Tell me! Where did you hide it?"
"No... please, Tom, we are friends..."
"Friends, damn it, who would be a friend of the Chinamen!"
Tom stuffed the barrel of the gun into his throat and pulled the trigger directly. When the gunshot rang out, Dr. Tong stopped struggling. His eyes were full of confusion until he died.
Why did Tom kill him?
They are obviously friends!
"Bah! You damned Chinaman!"
Tom spat viciously, and then he and several other white men robbed him of his gold and diamond ring.
The massacre continued. Just as the crazy mob dragged another row of Chinese to the gallows and pulled the trigger amid shouts of "Hang them", Los Angeles Sheriff James Byrne rode over on horseback with a dozen of his subordinates, shooting as he rode.
"Damn it, stop it, stop it!"
The arrival of the Chief Justice prevented the subsequent massacre. He then looked at the more than one hundred Chinese people who were tied up and the corpses on the ground and shouted loudly, "Please forgive me!"
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
Although the massacre was stopped, James Byrne did not arrest anyone. In his opinion, it was enough to prevent the massacre from continuing.
After all, he had ordered the police to stand at the intersection of Chinatown to protect the survivors. This was the most he could do.
When the 154 surviving Chinese returned to Chinatown, it was in ruins. All the shops had been smashed and looted, and even the ground was stained red with blood.
While the survivors were crying, the white people who participated in the robbery and massacre, including Beardland, Billy and others, went to the bar to drink and celebrate. While drinking, they boasted that they had killed several "Chinese". A thug with blood on his clothes boasted with a smug look on his face:
"As God can testify, I killed three Chinese!"
When he shouted, the bar was filled with cheers. In the corner of the bar, Bilderland greedily counted the money and distributed several thick stacks of banknotes to his friends, talking as he distributed the money.
“These Chinese are so rich!”
"Yeah, damn, if it weren't for Bourne, we would have been able to steal even more money..."
"Hey, guys, Bourne was right to stop this. At least he didn't arrest our people!"
The next morning, the Los Angeles Times reported the incident as "Chinatown Massacre". Soon, the massacre attracted the attention of the American media, even pushing the Chicago Fire that occurred at the same time off the front page of the New York Times. Americans on the East Coast and some politicians condemned the atrocity.
On October 25, at noon the day after the incident, the news was transmitted to the Beihai Governor's Office via a telegram from Chinese businessmen in San Francisco. When Liang Baitao learned the news, he was completely stunned and even asked repeatedly.
"Is it true?"
"Yes!"
"Is the news confirmed?"
"Yes, we have confirmed it!"
"Those damn white pigs killed so many of us!"
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Liang Baitao shouted.
"20 people, 18 of whom were kidnapped and killed by thugs. There are only 172 Chinese people in Los Angeles Chinatown!"
"Fuck!"
Liang Baitao yelled with anger on his face.
"Quick, mobilize our troops immediately!"
"Mobilize the army? Sir, what are you doing?"
"Go to the border and seek justice for our people!"
Liang Baitao shouted as he took out a pistol and a saber from the rack. He was both the governor and an officer.
"But, sir, His Majesty..."
"Telegram to His Majesty!"
Liang Baitao shouted in a deep voice.
"Tell His Majesty what happened there! Damn Yankees, do they really think we are soft persimmons and won't react at all?"
When Liang Baitao mobilized the garrison in Beihai, only a few hours later, an encrypted telegram was transmitted to Yingtian through the telegraph line. When Zuo Zongtang received Liang Baitao's telegram, he immediately roared.
"Americans, you are going too far. Do you really think there are no men in the Ming Dynasty?"
He then immediately walked out of the office, where several officials were standing outside the office. They also knew about the massacre in Los Angeles.
"Gentlemen, now that things have come to this, let's work together!"
The reason why Zuo Zongtang said this was because he knew very well how His Majesty would react after knowing this.
"Will there really be a war?"
On the way to the palace, the Minister of Revenue Wang Youling asked with some concern.
"Hey, His Majesty said that the Ming Dynasty is also a part of China. The Chinese people, whether they are from the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, are all Chinese people. In this case, the Ming Dynasty must protect them. After all..."
Looking out the car window, Zuo Zongtang pursed his lips.
"Our Ming Dynasty is the orthodox dynasty of China. We cannot reassure the people unless we do this!"
His words made Wang Youling's heart sink, and he spoke after a long time.
"In that case, I will find a way to raise military funds!"
This event is real, but it has also been forgotten.
(End of this chapter)
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