Chapter 52 The Truth

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"Since he is a Dutchman, there is nothing to say. Kill him."

Qin Hao winked at the Nord guard next to him. The Nord guard walked to the Dutchman naturally, raised the battle axe hanging on his waist, and put it on his head. As long as Qin Hao gave an order, the Dutchman's head would fall to the ground immediately.

"Allah, Allah, I don't want to die." Alvin prayed silently in his heart, while showing calmness on his face. But his trembling appearance revealed that he was not as calm as he seemed on the surface. He was scared to death at this time.

The young man in front of him just spoke in Dutch, and he heard it clearly.

When the blood drops from the battle axe on his head kept dripping on his neck, flowing into his back and sticking to his shirt, the sticky and bloody feeling instantly broke his psychological defense line.

"I am a Jesuit missionary from the Dutch Republic! You can't kill me! You..."

Although he spoke, he obviously didn't understand his current situation. This place is not under the jurisdiction of Jesus, and his God can't save him!

Qin Hao needed to make him clear, and before he finished speaking, he went up and kicked him, scolding: "Stupid, this is not the place for you to be arrogant."

This kick was not light, and Alvin rolled from the top of the hillside to the middle of the hillside. When he was brought back by the Nord guards, he was still confused, but Qin Hao's eyes were no longer arrogant as before.

"No! Don't kill me!" Alvin looked at Qin Hao with horror. This young man who could decide his life or death, his actions just now really made him think he was going to die.

"Shut up." Qin Hao scolded, "Now I ask you a question and you answer it. If I think one of your answers is wrong, I will have someone cut off one of your arms. I want to see how many arms you have."

Looking at the Dutchman nodding frantically in front of him, Qin Hao knew that the next thing would go very smoothly.

"The first question is your name."

"Alvin." He answered honestly.

"The second question is your gender."

"Ah?" He was obviously stunned for a moment, not knowing why this person asked this question.

"Speak quickly!"

"Man."

In this way, Qin Hao asked more than a dozen basic questions in a row, and knew all the background of the Dutchman in front of him.

His name is Alvin, a Dutchman. His parents died when he was young. He only had an aunt and a cousin in his family. When he was 10 years old, he was sent to the church by his aunt for training. Now he is a missionary of the Jesuit Church of the Dutch Republic and was invited to preach in Batavia under the rule of the Dutch East India Company.

"What is your relationship with those natives?"

"Nothing, nothing."

When asked this question, he obviously began to hesitate and was unwilling to say anything.

Qin Hao didn't waste words, looked down at him, took out the accessories and waved them at his face.

Alvin wanted to resist, but his hands were tied behind his back with ropes, and he couldn't do it at all. Instantly he felt a cut on his face by the sword, and blood kept flowing like tears.

"This is just a small reminder from me." Qin Hao looked at him coldly, "I don't want you to think carefully when answering my questions, this is about your life."

"I say, I say. Those natives are actually Fuso people, we bought them from Japan."

"Why did you buy them?"

"It's to deal with the Spaniards. We do business in Taiwan Island and don't want the Spaniards to compete with us, so we plan to use these Fuso people to attack the Spaniards and kill them all."

"How do you lead them, just by yourself?"

Qin Hao doesn't think that Alvin can control so many Fuso warriors alone. You know, they are not good people. Overcoming the superiors is the gene engraved in their bones in this era.

"No, there were 23 people when we came, but they all left one after another. I was ready to leave after giving them medicine tonight, but I was caught as soon as I got down the mountain."

"Take medicine? What medicine?" Qin Hao asked suspiciously.

Alvin knew that he couldn't leave today, but his life might be saved. For this hope, he decided to tell everything.

"It's in my coat pocket." Alvin said softly.

"Go get it." Qin Hao ordered a Nord guard to get it.

The Nord guard took out two things from Alvin's pocket, one was the medicine bag he just picked up, and the other was a letter.

Qin Hao took the medicine bag and slowly opened it to take a closer look. It was a three-inch medicine bag sealed with oil paper, and the things inside were well protected.

The first thing that caught his eye was the scattered tobacco, which was very common. Qin Hao knew that this was not the key, but the small brown lumps around the tobacco were.

Qin Hao picked it up and smelled it. There was a faint fragrance that he had never seen before. He looked at Alvin and asked, "What is this?"

"Opium"

"What, this little thing is opium!"

"Yes, this is cooked opium."

"You use this to control the Fuso people." Qin Hao couldn't believe it.

"Yes, this is a common method used by our missionaries. As long as people smoke these opium-containing tobacco, they will become extremely excited and feel ecstatic. As long as it lasts for a period of time, they will become addicted. And after being addicted, they can't stop at all. If they don't smoke for a period of time, they will feel uncomfortable as if thousands of ants are biting them. No one can stand it." Alvin answered seriously, "Before going down the mountain tonight, I let each of them smoke a large piece."

After listening to Alvin's words, Qin Hao suddenly realized that it was no wonder that they were so brave and fearless before. It turned out that it was opium that did the trick.

For opium, every Chinese has no good feelings. It was this thing that opened the door to the Qing Dynasty and made the Chinese suffer in modern times.

The mother of opium, poppy, was originally produced in southern Europe and Asia Minor. Around the fifth century BC, the Greeks squeezed the flowers or fruits of poppy for medicine (the original purpose may be an antidote, opium is its main ingredient, and the specific ingredients are said to be no less than dozens). It was found that it has the effects of calming the nerves, promoting sleep, relieving pain, stopping diarrhea, stopping coughs, and forgetting worries. The Greeks called it "Abian".

In the early sixth century AD, the Arabs brought poppies to Persia, and the Persians changed the pronunciation of "bian" to "pian" and called it "opian".

In the seventh and eighth centuries AD, poppies were introduced to China from India and other places as medicinal materials, and the Chinese pronounced the "a" sound as "ya". However, at that time, it was more called "Diyeyer (Ther iaca, also called Diyega)". It is said that the evaluation of it is ""Thousands of divine prescriptions, eight hundred names of medicines, yellow pills can cure thousands of a, and are good at curing all diseases." "

Since then, the term "opium (or opiate)" has been used in China.

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