The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 787 We are all patriotic Spaniards, and you are all Incas who do not want to be slaves

When Manuel Pareja, the Spanish ambassador to Peru, walked into the conference room with a standard military step, his imperialist head as stubborn as granite was still thinking about what kind of intimidating and coercive language he should use to force Peru's President Pezet to surrender to Spain, the "ancient world empire" that had long since lost its prestige. How difficult it was!
The aged Spanish general was wearing a neat navy uniform, with medals all over his chest and his monocle gleaming in the candlelight. His sharp eyes swept around the reception room and finally landed on President Pezzet.

"Mr. President," Pareja said in a tone that suggested authority, "I bring greetings from the court of Madrid."

Pezzet forced out a very bright smile, motioned the ambassador to take a seat, and then said eagerly: "Your Excellency, how is Her Majesty the Queen? How is our beloved Spanish motherland developing recently?"

"The Queen's body" Minister Pareja was stunned halfway through his words, "Mr. President, you just said dear..."

"Dear Spanish motherland!" When the Peruvian President mentioned the "Spanish motherland", tears were already welling up in his sunken eyes - this is all out of patriotism!

Now it was the Spanish ambassador's turn to be confused - he came here to force others to sign an unequal treaty, so how come in the blink of an eye, he became a compatriot of others?

What's wrong? Pareja quickly turned his head to look at Galvez - this one was older, with white hair, and must have participated in the Peruvian War of Independence - President Pezzet was less than 50 years old, and he was still a child when Peru became independent. Maybe he was really a lone loyalist of Spain overseas, and he has been patriotic since he was a child. But this Minister of War was an old man, and he might have fought with San Martín and the Spanish army!
Are you, the boss, also one of the few Spanish overseas loyalists?
Galvez took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his eyes - it looked like he was crying: "Your Excellency, I am also a Spaniard, a Spaniard living in Peru. How could I not love my beloved Spanish motherland?"

Ah. Another Spanish overseas loyalist!

Is this God opening his eyes?
Pareja was about to cry!

But the good news was not over yet. General Galvez continued, "Your Excellency, there are more patriots in Peru than just me and the President. All white Peruvians love our Spanish motherland as deeply as we do!"

"That's..." Minister Pareja's breathing quickened.

A full 200,000 Spanish patriots. It's hard to say whether there are so many patriots in Spain! There are actually 200,000 in Peru.
"Unfortunately, there are still more than two million Indians and Indo-Europeans in Peru who are not patriotic!" President Pezet said gritting his teeth.

Galvez nodded and said, "Yes, there are too few patriots in Peru, accounting for only 8% of the total population."

8% is a lot! Pareja thought: "If only 8% of people in Spain were as patriotic as you are!"

"Your Excellency," Pezzet leaned forward, his voice becoming anxious, "The fact that only 8% of Peru's people are patriotic is not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is that Peru is threatened by the Yellow Peril!"

"The Yellow Peril?" Pareja asked. "The Chinese coolies digging for guano in the Chincha Islands?"

These Chinese coolies were originally the excuse that Pareja used to force the Peruvians to sign an unequal treaty - Spain could protect Peru from the Yellow Peril. Unexpectedly, the Peruvian president said it himself, which saved him a lot of trouble.

It seems that the Peruvian president is really a Spanish patriot!

At this time, Spanish patriot President Pezet said solemnly: "These are not ordinary coolies. Among them are veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and trained officers. Now they control the most important guano resources in Peru and have armed 30,000 Chinese workers! What's more terrifying is that among them are True Covenant missionaries!"

"Are the True Testament missionaries scary?" General Pareja already felt something was wrong.

"It's terrible!" Galvez said, "Not only do they spread the heresy of the True Testament, they also incite the Indians to rebel!"

Pezzet nodded, then took out a Spanish book called "The Book of Revolutionaries" (Anti-Scripture) and a Spanish book called "Land and Freedom" (The Land System of the Celestial Empire) and placed them in front of the Spanish ambassador: "Your Excellency, look. They are now spreading these terrible ideas in the Indian villages around the port of Callao!"

Pareja has figured out that you white Peruvians are not good people!
The "progressives" in Europe all say that the Spanish colonists were inhuman, but how many of them are still in Spain? They are all masters in South America!
The 8 white people in Peru are basically the descendants of the Spanish colonists who were not human beings back then! You are so comfortable in Peru. Although you only account for 90% of the total population, % of Peru's social wealth is in your hands - Peru has big silver mines and guano islands, as well as the "big land system"!
Those Indians have been enslaved by you for generations. It is impossible for them to say that they do not want to rebel. They just dare not rebel and cannot rebel! Now you really send this group of international rebels in religious garb to Peru to spread rebellious ideas. They want God and "truth" to be theirs, and they will punish you colonizers who are not human! Are you, the high and mighty white masters, afraid now? Do you know how to be patriotic? What were you doing before?
"Your Excellency," Pezzet suddenly raised his voice, "Faced with the threat of the Yellow Peril, Peru needs the protection of Mother Spain!"

Galvez quickly unfolded a roll of parchment on which a draft of the treaty had been written. "We propose that Peru voluntarily become a Spanish protectorate. The Spanish fleet can freely use all our ports, and Spanish merchants enjoy trade privileges."

The unequal treaties are ready! What a patriotic efficiency Pezzet and Galvez have!
Minister Pareja's eyes widened. "Mr. President, are you sure? This is almost the same as..."

"Peru is originally part of the Spanish motherland!" Pezzet said patriotically, "I believe the motherland will not abandon her lost child, the Viceroyalty of Peru, at this critical moment!"

This is already the Viceroyalty. Pareja thought to himself, "It's a pity that the True Josephists rose up too late. If they had risen up fifty years earlier, the Spanish World Empire might not have fallen apart!"

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the meeting room, and an officer pushed the door open hastily. "Mr. President! Urgent news from Callao Port! The armed merchant ship of the True Yorkists has sailed to the Chincha Islands, loaded with weapons and supplies!"

Pezzet and Galvez exchanged glances. The president turned to Pareja and said with unprecedented earnestness: "Minister, time is running out. Please sign this treaty immediately. We need the support of the Spanish fleet!"

Pareja hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the quill pen on the table and signed his name on the treaty - although he also knew that once he signed, Spain might get into big trouble with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

But this is also the last chance to revive his beloved Spanish motherland!
Outside the port of Callao, the sunset dyed the Andes Mountains golden. More than 13 ragged Indians sat in a circle in an open space, their rough palms covered with calluses, but their eyes gleamed with desire. In the middle of the crowd, a multi-barreled gun of the th year of the Tianli calendar shone with the light of truth in the sun.

"Parker Amaru!" Zeng Shuiyuan suddenly shouted the name, and the sound echoed in the mountains. The crowd suddenly became agitated, and several old men stood up excitedly, tears welling up in their cloudy eyes.

Master Ma pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said in Spanish: "In 1780, the great Paco Amaru was torn apart by five horses in Cusco Square. But today, his spirit will be resurrected in the heart of each of you!"

An old serf with wrinkled face suddenly fell to his knees and murmured in Quechua: "They said the Spanish tied his limbs to four horses. His screams lasted for a whole hour."

Zeng Shuiyuan strode up to the old man, helped him up, and said in awkward Spanish: "Old man, do you know what was the last sentence that Parker Amaru said before he died?"

The old man shook his head blankly, turbid tears running down his wrinkled face.

"My descendants will continue to fight!" Zeng Shuiyuan's voice suddenly rose, "And now, you are his descendants!"

Master Ma immediately signaled the soldiers to load the ammunition. The cylinders of the multi-barreled guns made a chilling clicking sound, and the muzzles were pointed at the Spanish flag erected in the distance.

"suddenly"

Deafening gunshots echoed through the valley, and fifty bullets tore the Spanish flag into pieces in five seconds. Red and yellow strips of cloth fluttered like butterflies, and a cry of surprise broke out in the crowd.

"Look!" Master Ma pointed at the falling cloth strips, "This is the fate of the colonizers! Today you see what your ancestor Parker Amaru could not see!"

A tall and thin young man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd. He was about twenty years old, with a bronze face with clear contours and an ancient silver earring hanging from his left earlobe - a symbol of Inca nobility.

"My name is Manco Capac," the young man said in Spanish, his voice trembling with excitement, "My ancestor is the last Inca king! Pac Amaru is also my ancestor!"

Zeng Shuiyuan handed the Taiping sword in his hand to the young man. The blade glowed blood-red in the sunset, and the four Chinese characters "Sweep away all injustice" on the handle seemed to be burning.

The young man took the long knife, suddenly turned to face the crowd, and shouted with all his strength: "Long live Parker Amaru! Long live freedom!"

The shout was like thunder. First, a few old men raised their skinny arms tremblingly, then women holding their children shouted, and finally the whole valley echoed with the deafening roar:
"Long live Parker Amaru! Long live freedom!"

As dusk deepened, the bells of the Tulou Cathedral rang solemnly. Zeng Shuiyuan looked at the excited crowd and whispered to Master Ma: "Send people to Cusco to find more descendants of the Inca royal family. The blood of Pac Amaru cannot be shed in vain. We must rebuild the Inca Empire!"

(End of this chapter)