Chapter 1334: The Choice of the Indigenous

Before the Indian chief could speak, that French merchant stepped forward first and said, "This group of savages wants to kill me, a French citizen."

"I command you Longyan people in the name of France, hurry up and kill them all for me!"

Slap!

Before the Frenchman could react, he was sent flying far away by a single slap.

Qin Zhangfeng rushed over, stepped on his head, his eyes filled with a fierce, murderous intent, and he coldly hissed, "France, are you very arrogant?"

"You can't even beat our Longyan Supply Ship, what are you clamoring about!"

The Frenchman stepped underfoot was full of anger, but what Qin Zhangfeng said was the truth.

Although they were far away in America, news of the European war could still reach here.

The supposedly indestructible Franco-Austrian Alliance fleet being chased and beaten by a Longyan Supply Ship in the Mediterranean Sea was already common knowledge in America.

"Don't get too smug; this is America, and our French army here can absolutely sweep away you Longyan."

"You! You! You! You!" The Frenchman pointed his finger at Qingyang Shuo and the Indian chief.

"And you!" He finally pointed at Qin Zhangfeng and threatened.

"You all must die!"

Once these words were spoken, the five Indian chiefs had cold expressions, as he was threatening them.

They wished they could draw their swords and kill this Frenchman right now, but they dared not act presumptuously in front of Qin Zhangfeng and Qingyang Shuo.

Qingyang Shuo had no expression on his face, and it was unknown what he was thinking, but Qin Zhangfeng's expression was cold.

Qin Zhangfeng lowered his head, glared coldly at the furious Frenchman, and said with rampant killing intent, "If you French dare to come..."

He increased the force under his foot.

The Frenchman felt as if his head was about to be crushed and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Spare my life, spare my life!"

But Qin Zhangfeng showed no mercy; daring to insult Longyan, he deserved to die!

With one stomp, he crushed his head, and blood splattered everywhere; the Indian chiefs were dumbfounded, for General Qin Zhangfeng, who usually seemed so approachable—

They had not expected him to be so ruthless when taking action, and this stomp also crushed the stifled anger in their hearts.

Regardless of Qin Zhangfeng's motive for killing the Frenchman, it was helping them take revenge.

A tear even flowed down Chief Wang's aged face.

Qin Zhangfeng took this to heart; he also knew about Chief Wang's situation and even admired him for being a real man.

This iron-willed chief had led his tribe to break through the encirclement, and after fleeing to Longyan City, fewer than one-tenth of the people had survived.

His wife and children had all died tragically at the hands of the French, but he had not shed a single tear.

Instead, he comforted the survivors of his tribe, telling them to live well in Longyan City, not to shed tears, and to take revenge for their families!

A man does not easily shed tears, only when he has not yet reached the depths of sorrow.

Chief Wang knelt on the ground with a thud, and the other chiefs did the same.

Qin Zhangfeng felt pain in his heart, but his face remained expressionless; the rules set by Longyan City could not be broken.

"I know you hate the French, but fighting and brawling are prohibited in Longyan City; you know this, so why did you still commit the offense?"

The Indian chiefs remained kneeling on the ground in silence.

Qin Zhangfeng sighed; he knew that the Indians in Longyan City would sooner or later come into conflict with the French.

But he had not expected it to come so soon!

"You... sigh."

Qin Zhangfeng sighed helplessly, shook his head, and remembering the rules of Longyan City, could only say, "According to the rules of Longyan City, since you have fought and brawled, you can no longer continue to stay in Longyan City. You... go."

At this moment, Qin Zhangfeng turned his back, his fists clenched tightly, his heart bleeding.

He clearly knew in his heart that these Indians were innocent, but he had absolutely no Method.

But if he followed his own heart to protect them, Long

Yan City's rules would be broken.

Longyan City, which had not yet gained a firm foothold, would inevitably be internally disintegrated and overthrown, with no supplies and no outside aid.

Qin Zhangfeng was not afraid of death.

But the Longyan soldiers who followed him would surely die, and Qingyang Shuo would also die here.

Even if he were to die, Qin Zhangfeng could not face Liu Zheng, having failed to complete the mission he had entrusted to him.

Now Britain and France were about to go to war.

If these Indians left Longyan City now, only death awaited them.

Qin Zhangfeng remained expressionless, trying hard to make himself more hard-hearted, but he could not fully feign that appearance.

His entire heart felt as if it had been deeply squeezed by an invisible hand.

To act chivalrously and help the weak, this was his ideal, but he had not expected that after becoming a general of Longyan, a layer of restriction would suddenly be added.

Even though he had great power in his hands, he could no longer realize his simple ideals.

Just at this moment, the one who established the rules of Longyan City, Qingyang Shuo, said.

"General Qin, driving them out like this without investigating clearly is not in accordance with the rules."

Qin Zhangfeng was startled; he had not expected that this actual person in power in Longyan City, Qingyang Shuo, would say such a thing.

Usually, Qingyang Shuo never showed mercy to those who violated the rules, so why had his attitude changed today?

"Sir, you..."

Qingyang Shuo waved his hand, interrupting Qin Zhangfeng, and looking at the few Indian chiefs who were still kneeling on the ground, he said.

"Why did you tie up the Frenchman? Did he do something?"

Hearing these words, Chief Wang raised his head to look at Qingyang Shuo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, tears shimmering in his eyes.

Only by doing this would the Indians who were driven out completely draw a line between themselves and Longyan City.

The reason they did not kill the French was also out of fear of implicating Longyan City, as this place was the holy land in their hearts.

If this place were to be implicated and invaded by Britain and France because of what they were about to do next.

Then they would be the sinners of the Indians!

"No, please, City Lord, drive the people of our tribe away!" Chief Wang said again, lowering his head.

Qingyang Shuo did not answer his question; instead, he looked at the fallen leaves in the garden, a hint of a peculiar emotion flashing through his eyes.

Fallen leaves return to their roots to nourish the great tree.

Are the actions of this group of Indians not the same?

Qingyang Shuo placed one hand on Chief Wang's shoulder and said indifferently, "I will tell you a story."

"Some people want to draw a line with Longyan City, but leaving voluntarily is impossible."

Hearing this, the Indian chiefs looked at each other in dismay, wondering in their hearts how this City Lord of Longyan could know; but fortunately, he still did not know their true purpose.

Qingyang Shuo glanced at them and continued.

"They need a reason for Longyan City to drive them out, preferably a major crime, so that they can logically go outside and fight against Britain and France."

At this point, these five Indian chiefs revealed looks of horror; how did he know?

"Then what is it that one must never violate in Longyan City?"

Speaking to this point, Qingyang Shuo's eyes turned sharp, and he stared at Chief Wang's weathered face and asked.

"What is it, Chief Wang?"