C1214 The Happiness of Little People (1/2)

Everyone quietly listened to Sakamoto Ryoma's narration, their tone and manner of speech were indifferent as if they were discussing what they had eaten last night. The 'executioner' who had personally buried over ten thousand Chinese actually had a holy and clear sense of guilt when he described his actions, the scene was extremely contradictory.

If there were tens of thousands of people, there would be no end to it. To ordinary people, killing one person was enough for them to condemn him to death. Even if it was a vicious bandit or bandit, to have hundreds of ghosts in his lifetime, they could be called the Bandit's God of Slaughter.

And the cause of the tragic case in Belait, facing the ten thousand victims, he did not look guilty at all. He did not feel guilty at all.

Especially the descendants of the officials of the Glazed sphere aboriginals, Cai Bixia, who were furious because their country had been colonized by Japan for 200 years. They did not have any good impressions of these warriors.

The Zhiyuan Warship boss of the cannons, Lin Zhen, had just finished listening to Sakamoto Ryoma's explanation. She angrily stood out from the crowd. A debt of blood from ten thousand people and you act as if nothing had happened, is your face like a wall? Is your heart a stone? ”

”What crime did the Chinese people of the Belait commit? Why would they die for nothing? Not only that, you've also become the prime minister of our country … In order to protect you, the Prime Minister had just insulted his own reputation to protect you! ”No matter how much damage to the Prime Minister's prestige, you are the main culprit …”

Lin Zhen's scolding signified many thoughts in his heart, and nearly half of the generals present started to criticize Sakamoto Ryoma while whispering in their ears.

”This group of Japanese really can't do it. Their blood is already dirty to the extreme, even the Prime Minister's blood can't dilute the original sin in their bodies …”

”Exactly, this group of madmen can't be relied on. If you want me to say it, let them, the knife drawing team, leave this battle. We, the Chinese, will beat it ourselves …”

Yepingtai and Bing Tai Lang could not bear to listen anymore. Although the two of them disapproved of Sakamoto Ryoma's actions, as members of the Japanese samurai, they had to stand out and speak out for the common good.

”Eight!” What are you talking about? Aren't we part of the Chinese race? Our years of fighting are not in vain, right? ”

”Black men and Westerners can become Chinese, what right do you have to eliminate us? Chinese don't mean Han Chinese... ”This was written in black and white on the Chinese Statute Book. Even the Han Chinese in Jiangnan have to apply to join the Chinese …”

”Come out, who was the one farting just now, come out and I'll fight with you …”

The other young man also rushed up and shouted, ”So what if we fight! I'm afraid you won't win, but the Prime Minister is strictly forbidden from fighting to the death. If there's a chance, we'll meet at the training field after the competition. If you don't believe me, I won't beat you to death …”

”Eight, eight!” ”Just you wait, I'll teach you a lesson …”

”Just wait and see. Laozi isn't afraid of you …”

The scene instantly became chaotic, but the current Xiao Letian was not angry, his eyes lightly looked at Sakamoto Ryoma, and without even turning his head, he only said a single sentence in a soft voice, ”Xiao Hexin … ”Remember the name of the quarrelsome, and if it goes on any longer, keep him out of this battle...”

This was like a magic spell, immediately silencing the entire scene. The ones who were arguing the loudest even subconsciously hid themselves in the crowd, afraid that they would be discovered.