The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 77 Last Mass

In the chaos, more than a dozen impatient white people rushed to the small square, waving their revolvers and flintlock muskets to block the three carriages approaching.

See this scene

How could Wang Guozhen, Chen San and others sitting in the carriage not understand the truth?

This further aroused their ferocity. They all took out their loaded revolvers from their belts and leaned against the door of the carriage in preparation for battle.

If you want me to die, it depends on whether your horoscopes are strong enough?

Riding in the carriage were more than a dozen of Feng Guohui's close bodyguards, each of whom was equipped with a revolver, and now they were all loaded with bullets.

In a fight, who is afraid of whom?

When the three carriages were stopped, the white men rushed over impatiently.

They roughly opened the carriage door, intending to pull down the wealthy Chinese businessman who was riding inside and beat him up, and then give him some good treatment.

Unexpectedly, what greeted them was the black muzzle of the gun, and then the crisp gunfire exploded in jagged sounds. The hot bullets easily ripped open the white man's chest, and the red blood spread quickly.

In the disbelieving eyes of these white people, the sound of gunshots resounded through the square like exploding beans.

"Come on, man, otherwise the brothers will have to stay here."

Accompanied by loud shouts, the coachman swung his whip hard and whipped it down. The horse whimpered in pain and ran wildly, knocking down several white people in front of him who were unable to dodge.

Some of the well-dressed white women screamed, their big blue eyes full of disbelief, which only added to the confusion.

Old Link couldn't even imagine that he would die tragically under the trampling of white people.

"Quick...doctor, Mr. Link needs help urgently. Oh, God, what on earth happened?"

Unfortunately, things in the square developed far beyond expectations. More than a dozen revolvers fired at once, making the white colonists scurry away, fearing that their parents would lose a leg.

"Get away from me, you idiot."

Originally, this position was good, in line with the status of a big shot.

When everyone was struggling to lift old Mr. Link to the table and lay him flat, a rude manor owner even twisted the ankle that was bent 270 degrees back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to help him."

"Oh... Selling cakes... Oh... God!"

He was pushed down at the beginning of the chaos, and then dozens or hundreds of big feet stepped on him, with the power to flee in panic. Each step weighed more than hundreds of pounds?

The trampling broke the bridge of his nose, his ribs, and his arm. He trampled on Old Link and his face was covered with blood beyond recognition. Both arms were bent strangely, and his ankles showed a weird 270-degree inverted arc.

Even Link von Biedrins was like this. He was standing on the steps with an arrogant expression just now, looking down in all directions.

The white gentlemen who had just poured out were now moving back at a faster speed. Thirty or forty people fell to the ground amid the crowding and pushing, and were trampled underfoot by others who were eager to escape.

When the three carriages sped away like the wind, a group of white gentlemen recovered slightly after being shocked, and then they discovered that the respected Chairman of the Parliament, Mr. Link, was lying beside the threshold, having been trampled to the point of dying, with only the breath coming out. Angry.

Just this time, old Mr. Link winced in pain, rolled his eyes and fainted.

"What the hell... Hawke, what are you doing with Tema? This is Mr. Link's leg, not the silver candlestick on your table."

Old Link stood at the door of the Municipal Council, blocking the only way to escape.

Accompanied by gunfire and more than a dozen white men falling to the ground one after another, panicked exclamations and strange screams resounded, and the small square instantly became chaotic.

Ever since, old Link was in tragedy.

"Oh my God, this is impossible, Mr. Link, can you still speak now?"

The heavy wheels rolled over these white men, and the blood spurted out from their mouths was like a fountain.

At this time, who the hell cares how high your prestige is, how influential you are, and how senior you are?

Nothing is more important than escaping. Escape into the parliament and hide behind a solid stone wall is the best way to deal with the rest. Let's wait until we survive.

"Come on Thomas, this all happened too fast, and it's not my fault. I saw you stepping on Mr. Link too..." Hawke, who was scolded at this time, was incoherent and spoke without thinking at all. He accidentally told the truth.

"Fart, I didn't..."

Thomas looked at him with such angry eyes that he wanted to stab someone. How could he admit such a stupid thing?

Mr. Link Sr. has five sons. The eldest son, Lieutenant Colonel Grazli von Biedrins, is serving in the Royal Army and is an outstanding and promising officer.

The third son, Hoffmann-von Biederings, is studying for a lawyer's degree in Amsterdam. I heard that he has already interned and his future achievements may even surpass Gretzli's.

Only the unpromising second son Tony von Biedrins is learning to manage the affairs of the estate. The fourth son and the youngest son are now attending aristocratic schools in Batavia. There is no guarantee that another outstanding talent will not emerge.

Even the second son Tony is not someone to be trifled with. He is a ferocious pervert. There are more than a dozen white women in Surabaya City who are attracted by him, and there are even more indigenous and Chinese women. Don't even mention those.

The family's financial resources are strong, coupled with the abundance of talented people, the Peterlins family can have such great influence.

If I really want to be remembered, will I be able to live another life in the future?

Fortunately, Tony has been at the plantation recently and did not come to the parliament, otherwise there would have been internal strife immediately.

Everyone pushed the idiot Hawk aside in a hurry. A trembling woman even covered Hawk's mouth with her hand, for fear that he would say something earth-shattering again.

Doctor Gentle, who was still panting, came over and rolled his hand over old Link's eyelids, then leaned down and listened to his heartbeat, and shook his head solemnly.

"How is it...Doctor Gentle, is there any hope?" Thomas asked expectantly.

No one could have imagined that the old Mr. Link, who was so proud and proud just now, would be dying in just a blink of an eye.

Dr. Gentle looked at the old Mr. Link who was lying on the table like a tattered cloth bag. His heart was full of troubles, but out of the gentleman's demeanor, he couldn't speak too harshly.

He has already been trampled into such a bad character, why the hell do he want to save him?

There were not 100 bones in the body broken, but 80. Being slapped in the face by a Nordic sea monster wouldn't be so severe, would it? "There is really no need for resuscitation. Old Mr. Link was called by the Lord. What he needs most at this time should be Father Halstenberg, and the time is very short."

hesitated for a moment

Dr. Gentle looked around at the expectant eyes of everyone and continued, "Please ask the priest to say a last Mass. I will try my best to make old Mr. Link sober for a while so that he can say a few last words."

As soon as these words were spoken, most people felt relieved.

Since old Mr. Link was in such a hurry, he probably wouldn't mention being stepped on in his last words.

Even if we count the heads one by one, it will take a long time, which will delay the real business.

Father Halstenberg was saying the last mass at the door of the Parliament. He had just heard the gunshots and ran from the church. He was just in time to take over a big business and was very busy.

The last Mass is not for nothing, the priest also has to eat. You can collect money from the family members afterwards, and no one will refuse donations to send their loved ones to heaven.

When he heard that Mr. Link was going to do the last mass, Father Halstenberg immediately dropped the unfortunate guy in his arms. He moved a little hastily, and his head hit the hard stone with a "pop" sound.

Just like a ripe winter melon, the unlucky guy who had one breath left immediately gave up.

"May the light of the Lord shine on you, my child... go to heaven with peace of mind." Father Halstenberg made a random sign of the cross on his chest, turned around and left without any hesitation.

Compared to this unfortunate guy, old Mr. Link is the biggest customer.

A moment later

In the sound of Father Halstenberg's majestic last mass sermon, everyone looked expectantly at Dr. Gentle.

Dr. Gentle sighed secretly, took out a sharp knife with cold light from his arms, stepped forward and stabbed old Mr. Link with "puff, puff" several times, making four or five bloody holes.

"Hurry up, he won't last long." After saying this, Dr. Gentle put away the knife and silently stepped back.

After this incident is over, he will also go to the Peterlins family to collect the bill. The doctor also needs to eat, so he can't treat it in vain, right?

The knives he stabbed were a bit harsh, and they were pierced on the inner thigh and arm respectively. Blood spurted out, making everyone's eyelids twitch.

Fortunately, the dying old Link couldn't bear such cruel torture. He woke up and his eyes finally regained some clarity.

If the knife is inserted shallower, it may not have such a good effect.

"Where am I?"

"Dear Mr. Link, I tell you with sadness that because you have suffered irreparable serious injuries, you will soon be called by the Lord. At the end of your life, do you have anything to say? We will definitely convey it to you. .”

"Shet..."

"Ah...what?"

"I said... it's really terrible. My whole body hurts so much. Who did it?"

"Ahem, dear Mr. Link, you don't have much time now... Do you have any last words you want to say?"

"Oh, God, damn it!" Old Link muttered and cursed. His neck could not be twisted, and it was also stepped on crookedly in the chaos.

Only his cloudy eyes scanned around hard, and he saw concerned eyes reaching over to look at him, and he understood the dire situation he was in now.

Soon a strong dizziness hit him, and along with the huge heart palpitations, his consciousness became a little blurry again. He muttered some words, but it was difficult for others to understand him.

"What...I'm sorry, I can't hear you clearly."

"Are you talking about Feng? Oh, God, I really don't know what you're talking about?"

"Can you please be louder?"

"What……"

"Don't bother, Thomas. Old Mr. Link has been summoned by the Lord and ascended to heaven peacefully. All we have to do is bid farewell to this venerable man with reverence and sadness."

Everyone slowly breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Fortunately, Mr. Link never said anything to worry them until his death, thus avoiding more trouble in the future.

In the midst of the sad and confused atmosphere in the parliament, a young white man suddenly rushed in and shouted at the top of his lungs;

"Quick, organize a manpower to resist, those yellow-skinned monkeys are coming to kill us. He wants to kill all of us. No one can escape."

"Oh, God, how could...how many of them are there?"

"Lots and lots of them, all in Spanish armor, we're doomed, all doomed."

"Don't panic, just organize a resistance and mobilize everyone to pick up muskets, including women and children. I don't believe these despicable and weak yellow-skinned monkeys can hurt us. Follow me, Thomas, and I will organize people to protect everyone."

"I'm sorry, I have to go back to protect Hailey and the children. If they are okay, I will come back."

"Come to the Parliament with food and water. The houses here are strong and we can guard the doors and windows with muskets until the reinforcements of the Royal Army arrive and kill them like bugs."

"Yes, kill them all, leaving no one behind."

(End of this chapter)