Chapter 1333: Longyan City

"At that time..." Qin Zhangfeng frowned slightly, lost in deep thought.

He had also thought about this problem and knew how to solve it, but after seeing the simple and honest Indian people here, he did not know what Method to use.

He was a man who valued emotions too much; his greatest weakness was lacking the decisive ruthlessness of Ling Chen.

Seeing Qin Zhangfeng's bewildered expression, Qingyang Shuo smiled slightly and walked to the window, seeing a few yellowing fallen leaves drifting down.

"According to the Longyan seasons, autumn is almost here."

Qin Zhangfeng felt a shock in his heart, walked quickly to Qingyang Shuo's side, and said with some reluctance: "Must we really take action?"

In fact, both of them understood in their hearts.

Those Indian chieftains were not truly submissive to their Longyan; it was just that they were living better now by following Longyan. If Britain or the French tempted them with great profits, perhaps...

"General Qin, do you think they will really turn against us?"

Qin Zhangfeng remained silent; he very much wanted to say no, but for the sake of Longyan, he had to have a foolproof plan and prepare for the worst.

In his heart, these Indian people might truly turn against them.

"They will!"

Qingyang Shuo nodded with satisfaction; the chivalrous and righteous Qin Zhangfeng he had known in the past would absolutely not have said this.

If he said this, then the Indian people who were already living and working in peace in the city, and who had greeted them that morning, might become dry bones by the roadside tomorrow.

And the one who would bury them would be the man they regarded as a hero, Qin Zhangfeng!

"Sir, is there really no other Method?"

Qin Zhangfeng looked toward Qingyang Shuo with a glimmer of hope; making him do such a thing was more cruel than killing him.

But for the sake of Longyan's development in America, Qin Zhangfeng truly did not know what to do, other than the path of killing these Indian people.

Qingyang Shuo did not answer; just at this moment, the door of the City Lord Mansion was pushed open.

Five people wearing feathers and dressed in very distinctive clothing walked in, and behind them, they were escorting a man with white skin, yellow hair, and a high nose bridge.

At this moment, he was covered in injuries and was still clamoring: "Let me go, you bunch of Barbarians, I am a French person, how dare you kidnap me."

"Believe it or not, the French will send an army, kill all the men, and turn the women into slaves."

Among these Indian chieftains, some had also come from the French side and had even learned the other party's language.

Slap!

It was a slap!

"I will kill you right now!"

This chieftain who came from the French side was suddenly filled with towering rage, drew the long sword forged by Longyan at his waist, and was about to kill the French person.

This French person looked terrified and stumbled backward, but because his hands and feet were tied, he fell to the ground without paying attention.

"Ah!"

Seeing the sword tip about to pierce his throat, it hung suspended above his eyes, not falling even a fraction.

The French person's body went limp, and a pungent smell spread from his lower body.

He was so scared that he had soiled himself.

He should be thankful that the other four Indian chieftains had intercepted Chieftain Wang in time.

The other chieftains' faces were flushed red; they had not expected Chieftain Wang to have such great strength, and they scolded him angrily.

"Stop, Chieftain Wang!"

"I want to kill this French person right now just as much as you do."

Chieftain Wang and the others had been granted Longyan surnames when they submitted to Longyan; at this moment, they were speaking the Longyan language and calling out their Longyan surnames.

This group of yellow-skinned Indian people felt no discomfort at all, but when they communicated in the Indian language, they would still refer to themselves by their Indian names.

The Indian man called Chieftain Wang had blood-red eyes, the veins on his hands were bulging, and he struggled repeatedly.

But he was firmly held and pulled back by the other four chieftains.

"Chieftain Wang, stop, do not give up on the days ahead"

"because of your current anger."

Chieftain Wang had bitten his teeth until they bled; the sword tip was only a hair's breadth away from the French person's throat.

But no matter what, he could not thrust it down; his heart was as dead as ash.

Finally, he powerlessly let go of the long sword, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Ah!"

This resolute-looking Chieftain Wang seemed to have aged several decades in an instant.

He slumped onto the ground.

The other four saw him like this and felt pity, but they still watched him vigilantly.

They all knew Chieftain Wang's experience; he had just escaped from the French side not long ago.

He was originally the chieftain of a large tribe with several hundred people; ever since the French arrived, they had claimed on the surface to cooperate with them.

They gave them supplies in exchange for their land, and in the end, it developed into seizing their land.

The men were captured to labor day and night, and the women were forced, treated just like livestock.

He resisted these brutal colonialists, but the result was that fewer than ten people survived out of his tribe of several hundred.

When he fled to this city guarded by the Longyan people, Chieftain Wang's heart was dead and he was utterly dejected.

In fact, they all had similar experiences; they were all refugees.

How could they not want to kill this French person, but it was not possible now.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash, if you dare to kill me, the great French will definitely trample this city and raze you to the ground!"

The French person, having survived the ordeal, not only felt no lingering fear, but even forgot that he had just wet his pants in terror.

There was still a stench lingering on him now.

The five chieftains all wore expressions of horror, gripping the precious swords at their waists, wishing they could kill this incredibly arrogant French person right now.

But this time, Chief Wang stood up, his eyes gleaming as he said, "Everyone, don't be impulsive. If we kill him, we won't be able to take our revenge. Our goal is to drive out these colonists who have occupied our territory!"

Just at this moment, Qingyang Shuo and Qin Zhangfeng heard the commotion.

They walked out of the room and saw these five Indian chieftains, their hands trembling, staring at a French merchant.

The Longyan City that Qingyang Shuo built maintains a neutral stance, and they provide shelter to the Indians.

However, it does not restrict merchants from Britain or France from coming here to sell goods; after all, when Longyan City was first established, many supplies were quite scarce.

They needed to be obtained from the outside, but Qingyang Shuo also established rules.

Anyone who enters Longyan City is not allowed to fight or brawl here; they may conduct business, but the prices must be fair, and only Longyan currency can be circulated.

It is precisely because of this that a large number of merchants from France, Britain, and other forces have gathered here.

Although the Indians harbor hatred toward the French and the British, they still endured it under Qingyang Shuo's rules.

For now, it seems peaceful, and no major trouble has occurred.

It is just that now, for the first time, Qingyang Shuo and Qin Zhangfeng see that in Longyan City, this group of Indians, who are usually the most law-abiding, have actually taken the initiative to tie up a French merchant.

And they even brought him into Longyan City.

Qin Zhangfeng immediately thought of the rules established at the beginning of Longyan City's founding and asked with a cold face, "What is the meaning of this?"