Reborn as King of South America

Chapter 1 Chinese Workers in South America
"Snap" the whip hit a young Chinese worker, making a sound that penetrated deep into the flesh.

Li Mingyuan groaned, suppressed the urge to resist, and staggered forward while picking up the stone. "Your Highness, are you okay?" A burly man in his forties walked quickly to Li Mingyuan and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen, you should go to work and don't let the natives notice us." Li Mingyuan whispered.

"These damn natives don't treat us as human beings. We will teach them a lesson tonight." The middle-aged man said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hurry up, you bunch of idiots!" The native overseer waved his whip and threatened the Chinese workers in broken Chinese.

"No rush. We will pay them back double for the harm they have done to us tonight." Li Mingyuan said calmly.

However, if Li Mingyuan's former teammates saw this expression on his face, they would definitely know that this was the expression he showed before killing someone.

Li Mingyuan is a mercenary in the 21st century. He was ambushed by rebels while on a mission in Mali. Li Mingyuan thought he was dead, but when he woke up, he found that he was possessed by a Chinese youth. Li Mingyuan, who had experienced the hardships of war, did not make a sound after waking up. He was vigilant in observing the environment and endured it for two months. Then he found an opportunity and decided to start a riot tonight.

At night, the Peruvian supervisors were already asleep, but the Chinese laborers in the valley quietly gathered together and quietly surrounded Li Mingyuan. Li Mingyuan's tiger eyes swept over the people standing in the tent, and a sense of pride surged in his chest. A real man should eat nine tripods and tie up the enemy chief. In his previous life, he only had five or six mercenaries, but now there are more than 2,000 Han laborers in a mine alone who follow his lead.

When Chinese workers were in dire straits, it was time for heroes to turn the tide.
Li Mingyuan calmed down his excitement and said, "You all know that I was ill two months ago." Li Mingyuan looked at the people in the audience and observed that they were listening carefully. He continued, "To be honest, when I was sick, I dreamed of God the Father." When the people below heard the word "God the Father", they held their breath and showed surprise on their faces.

No wonder they behaved like this, because most of the people in the mine were subordinates of Li Shixian, the King of Shi of the Taiping Army. In 1865, the King of Shi was killed. The remaining Taiping Army escorted the thirteen-year-old Crown Prince Li Mingyuan to South America, where they lived in the mine as contract laborers.

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had been destroyed, and the remaining Taiping Army had already given up hope on their belief in the God Worshipping Society. Now that Li Mingyuan said he had dreamed of God the Father, the people below naturally found it incredible.

Li Mingyuan didn't care about the expressions of the people below, and continued, "In the dream, Heavenly Father told me that the Qing demons are powerful in the Central Plains, and China is not an ideal place to establish the Kingdom of Heaven. That's why Heaven guided us to South America and asked us to establish a new Kingdom of Heaven on earth in South America." The people below looked at each other, not knowing whether they should believe what Li Mingyuan said.

"You may not believe me, but you should have seen the difference in me in the past two months. If it weren't for the wisdom and strength bestowed upon me by Heavenly Father, how could I, who was ignorant before, have made such a big change in such a short time?"

"I believe what the prince said. He used to be weak and couldn't withstand my punch. But everyone saw it not long ago. The prince knocked down three of us by himself." Chen Guozhu, who was the former guard of the king, spoke up.

"Yes, I saw it that day too. The prince knocked down Brother Chen and two other good fighters in just a few moves." said an old Taiping Army soldier below.

"It must be God who summoned the Prince. Two days ago, the Prince saved my life with an unknown medicine. Otherwise, I would have died long ago. Whether you believe it or not, I believe what the Prince said." said an old soldier who was treated by Li Mingyuan a few days ago.

With these two veterans as role models, the people below talked to each other and discussed the various changes that Li Mingyuan had experienced in the past two months.

Li Mingyuan reached out his hand to stop everyone's discussion. "Everyone, if you believe what I say, then follow me. I will lead you to defeat the indigenous oppressors and establish a new kingdom of heaven."

"Believe me, we have had enough of the life in the mine where people are neither human nor ghost! We are not afraid of death in a battle with foreigners!" The people below lowered their voices and said excitedly.

"Okay, since everyone trusts me, I will start assigning tasks." Li Mingyuan picked up a wooden stick and pointed to a map on the tent. "Uncle Chen, you lead 100 people to kill the supervisor behind the ravine. Uncle Li, you lead 200 people to control the western exit to prevent them from passing the information out. Daniel, you lead 100 brothers to the rear camp to ensure the safety of the elderly and the weak." Li Mingyuan issued three orders in one breath. "Yes, my lord," the three people who were called stood at attention.

Li Mingyuan put down his stick and said to the two strong men beside him, "Dashan, Xiaoshan, gather your brothers immediately and take down the mine headquarters with me." "Yes, Prince," the two men said confidently. Wang Dashan and Wang Xiaoshan were the leaders of the fifty young guards that the King of Attendants had left for Li Mingyuan.

Two months ago, after Li Mingyuan woke up, he used his night time to give fifty young people a rough explanation and training on special operations.

Because these fifty young men came from the Taiping Army Boy Camp and had experienced the baptism of war since childhood, although they were only eighteen or nineteen years old, they had several years of practical combat experience. Therefore, in addition to their own combat experience, they also received some targeted training.

Compared to two months ago, the fifty young men now have stronger military combat skills.
Their individual combat capability is closer to that of elite scouts in later generations, but there is still a big gap between them and professional special forces. However, with their current combat capability, the risks and difficulties in dealing with some mine guards and a small number of third-rate troops in the Peruvian army are within an acceptable range.

(The Taiping Army Boy Camp system was widely implemented in the army. Generally, boys aged 11 or 12 would be recruited into the Boy Camp to participate in some auxiliary battles. When the fighting was fierce, they would also be deployed to the normal front-line battles. Because of their young age, their thoughts were simpler than those of adults, they were more malleable, and their beliefs were often more firm.).

"Everyone, whether the Heavenly Kingdom is established or not, this is the battle. Mingyuan will encourage each other tonight." After arranging the battle plan, Li Mingyuan said in a sonorous voice.

"We will not let the prince down," the people standing below all raised their hands and bowed, as if they had found the vigor they had when the Kingdom of Heaven was first established.

While Li Mingyuan was planning the riot, the mine owner Borja still knew nothing and was leisurely staying in the hall and attending a dance with some supervisors.

"Anthony, when will the saltpeter that Mr. West needs be ready?" Borja asked, holding up a glass of red wine.

"Boss, the last time the project was delayed due to a landslide, it will take another two days to complete the production that West requested." Anthony, the supervisor, said respectfully. "Damn it, West wants to receive the goods tomorrow. If we don't meet his requirements, he will definitely deduct money." Borja said angrily.

"Anthony, go and get those Chinese pigs to start working now. They must complete the task before tomorrow." Borja drank the wine in one breath and gave the order.

"Boss, three Chinese workers died of exhaustion a few days ago. If you let them work harder, many of them will surely die of exhaustion," Anthony advised.

"It doesn't matter if a few Chinese workers die. We can just buy some more." Borja said calmly, not caring about the lives of the Chinese. Anthony couldn't help but feel a chill. Borja was a mixed-race descendant of Indians and white people. But he had no sympathy for the Chinese, who were also yellow people. Since the first batch of Chinese five years ago, there have been two hundred Chinese who died in his mine. Not only did the Chinese workers hate him, but even Anthony, a Prussian white man, was very dissatisfied with him.

After hearing what Borja said, Anthony was about to speak for the Chinese, but was stopped by him.

"Anthony, let me tell you a secret. These saltpeters are used by General Andrew to trade arms with you Prussians."

After listening to Borja's words, Anthony stopped talking. Although the South American countries have been independent for more than 20 years, wars still occur from time to time, so purchasing arms from Western countries has become a very important matter. For the sake of arms, neither Borja nor General Andruet behind him would care about the death of a few more Chinese.

"Boss, I'll go arrange for the Chinese to work now." Knowing that it was impossible to change Borja's mind, Anthony stood up and said goodbye.

"Well, Anthony, work hard, I won't treat you unfairly." Borja patted his shoulder and said with a smile

Anthony smiled bitterly, said nothing, and turned to walk outside.

(End of this chapter)