Chapter 92 Meat Grinder Competition Part 2 (This Chapter Contains Zhenla Content)

"We cannot serve both God and Mammon. What Satan promised is all in the principles of Mammon." Father Sartre said.

Ambrosius nodded and continued to count the weapons, saying at the same time.

"Maybe many innocent people will die."

"A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to cry, a time to laugh, from the New Testament of the Bible, Grand Duke Ambrose, you don't have to worry, follow your heart, that is God's arrangement." Father Sartre said.

Ambrosius was stunned. He didn't expect that the exorcist's personality was like a confessor.

"The Vietnamese don't look down on us. We have all our weapons here, a total of 70 rifles, 20 single-shot pistols, 10 revolvers, 2,000 bullets... In short, all the luggage and goods we brought are here, and they don't seem to care what we have.

According to the Vietnamese, our opponents have a thousand people, but no one can guarantee that the devil will fulfill his promise. We have to find a way to escape.

When I came here just now, I noticed that there is a river next to this temple. Judging from the direction and flow rate, it should be the Bassah River. As long as we go south along the river, we can return to Phnom Penh. There are merchant ships of French church friends. I hope they are still alive."

At this time, the gate of the temple was opened, and a large group of thin and frightened people were driven in by Vietnamese officials and troops.

Some of them were prisoners who had made mistakes, some were Zhenla people who opposed Vietnamese rule, and some were just because they could not pay rent. Among them, there were men and women, old and young, but most of them were half-dressed.

The prisoners in front of Ambrosius and others were not vicious prisoners, but looked more like a group of pitiful beggars.

The whips in the hands of the Vietnamese army kept waving, and the crowd moved slowly.

A small leader of the Vietnamese army said.

"You lowly Khmer people, prisoners! Now Master Zhang Mingjiang will give you a chance. As long as you can kill all the Western barbarians in front of you, you will be free."

At this time, a tall and thin man in the crowd said.

"But they have guns in their hands."

The small leader kicked down a box, which was full of wooden sticks.

"These are your weapons."

The tall and thin man wanted to say something, but was pulled out of the crowd by the small leader and his head was chopped off with a knife.

"Whoever dares to talk more, just like him, hurry up!"

After all, there were a thousand prisoners, and Ambrosius had only 21 people.

At the beginning, there were a few desperate people in the crowd who broke away from the team and ran forward, but before they ran far, gunshots were heard from the opposite side.

Sympathy aside, these people wanted to kill Ambrosius and his party, and they would not sit down and wait for death.

At this time, Westerners had mysterious self-confidence. The story of 168 Spanish people fighting against 80,000 Inca natives and winning a great victory was widely circulated, and the massacre of Indians by the United States rarely resulted in casualties.

The prisoners who ran in the front fell to the ground, and the people behind immediately turned around and ran back.

At this time, the Vietnamese officers and soldiers who were holding the line behind also raised their muskets and fired at the people who were running back. There was a scream in the crowd, and the living people continued to move forward.

The shooting of Ambrosius and his party was accurate and deadly, but there were too many people on the other side.

Watching the crowd approaching Ambrosius and his party, Zhang Ming was very happy. He hugged Queen An Mei beside him and pointed to the battlefield below.

"Your little lover is about to be torn to pieces by your subjects. How about that? Interesting, isn't it? Hahaha~!"

Although Zhang Mingjiang was a second-rank general of Vietnam and the actual controller of Zhenla, he was not satisfied. He wanted to split the land and become a king, just like Wu Sangui. He was willing to march west to Siam and become the King of Pingxi.

An Mei, this woman, was an important step for him to obtain royal status. He didn't want to end up like the King of Pingxi and die in ruins.

Zhang Mingjiang felt that if he married the Queen of Zhenla, he could legitimately take over everything in Zhenla and eliminate the major worries for Emperor Minh Mang before the Northern Expedition.

And the white man named Ambrosius in front of him must die, because Zhang Mingjiang could see that the Queen and her sisters had a good impression of this man, and he must not let this foreigner continue to approach the Queen and her sisters.

However, Zhang Mingjiang still underestimated the shamelessness of the white people. Queen An Mei was already pregnant with Ambrosius's child.

Of course, Queen An Mei also had her own selfish motives. She hoped that someone could bring strong reinforcements to save her country. She had had enough of this kind of life of living under someone else's roof.

What Queen An Mei didn't know was that before she became queen, Ambrosius had made many bets.

Round after round of volleys caused huge casualties among the prisoners who advanced in dense formations. Flesh and blood bodies seemed so fragile in front of bullets.

Those prisoners who were directly killed by rifles were fine, but those who had their hands and feet broken, or who were wailing on the ground with their hands on their stomachs, were not so lucky. They were soon trampled to death repeatedly by the waves of people rushing behind them.

In the eyes of the fanatics of the church, the lives of pagans were not lives at all. Brother Sat knocked down a prisoner who rushed up with a hammer, and did not forget to sprinkle a handful of white phosphorus on his face and recite a spell.

It is normal for exorcists to carry and use white phosphorus.

Brother Sat's physical and mental attacks made the surrounding prisoners dare not step forward.

As a grenade as big as a landmine exploded in the crowd, the prisoners collapsed and fled frantically towards the gate, but what awaited them were the muskets and swords of the Vietnamese army.

"Go back, go back! You bunch of untouchables can't even make your master happy?"

In fact, Ambrosius and his team did not kill many prisoners, probably only one-tenth of the prisoners. However, this kind of team has no morale at all. They all follow the leader. Once the leader dies, the crowd will It's chaos.

The battle just now made Ambrosius see a turning point, and he immediately went to look for the box containing white phosphorus. White phosphorus was a good material for making smoke bombs as Franz said. He didn't expect these exorcists to bring this. It was really Very helpful.

Zhang Mingjiao, who was sitting on the pagoda, was not in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, a good show is about to take place. When a person's fear reaches its limit, even a musket cannot stop it."

The team of prisoners once again attacked Ambrosius and his party. This time Ambrosius and others did not raise their guns and shoot, but took out some bottles containing white powder.

The prisoners were hesitant at first, but after hearing gunshots behind them, they plucked up the courage to charge forward. However, when these people rushed forward, the bottles that were thrown fell to the ground and exploded violently, igniting flames, followed by billowing smoke.

The temporary smoke bomb made of white phosphorus was very effective because it was the first time for the Vietnamese to use this kind of thing. Many people thought it was a foreign monk who had cast a magic spell and cowered away. Even the Vietnamese officers and soldiers behind them became afraid. .

People's fear of firearms is not as good as their fear of the unknown, because people's fear of the unknown is rooted deep in their blood.

However, before the prisoners could escape, white smoke enveloped them, not only them, but also the entire Temple of No Return.

Gunshots continued to be heard in the smoke, accompanied by screams from the crowd.

Princess Anmei's heart was already in her throat. She silently prayed in her heart that Ambrosius could survive. For this reason, she was willing to believe in any god she didn't know.

Zhang Mingyao frowned because he also heard the soldiers coughing.

"It must not be poisonous smoke." Zhang Mingyao thought, but fortunately he was high enough that he couldn't smell it.

The soldiers of the Vietnamese army below also thought the same and avoided the choking smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, the door was open. Most of the Vietnamese officers and soldiers at the door were lying on the ground in a mess, but Ambrosius and his party disappeared out of thin air. The prisoners in the temple could no longer suppress their fear when they saw the door open. Rush towards the door.

Princess An Mei was thanking the gods and Buddhas in the sky, while Zhang Mingjiao kicked a Buddha statue down and yelled at the bewildered Vietnamese officers and soldiers below.

"Why don't you chase after me?!"

In order to avoid the suspicion that the word count is too high, let me explain it here.

The Exorcist carries white phosphorus, and its use is routine.

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