The terrifying Ming fleet arrived. The soldiers or civilians on the dock who were lucky enough not to participate in the naval battle, or the Luzon natives and Ming people who were forced to build fortifications, all stared at the appearance with distracted eyes.

A giant battleship glowing with metallic light on the sea level.

As the fleet that emerged from hell approached quickly, the noisy waves began to roar and slap against the solid cliff foot. The clear sky suddenly began to be covered with dark clouds, and seabirds made a miserable cry and began to fly up and down, as if

He is avoiding something.

As a dragon roar came, chaos arose on the pier. The sailors who had had painful experiences shouted loudly, hurriedly entered their respective combat positions, raised their guns and adjusted the muzzles, but they did not know

Who should be targeted to launch an attack on the invading enemy? Don't be ridiculous, okay? Even if you throw all the cannonballs from the remaining dozens of warships, you can't stop the progress of those demons! Attack your own people

Fire? This method sounds good, at least it won't cause such an ugly death.

Of course, not everyone is so pessimistic. This is Luzon, the port of Manila that has been operated by the Spanish for many years. Not only are the retreating warships docked here, but there are also the strongest coastal defense batteries.

"Enter the fort and start bombarding!" The fat Salamanca did not hesitate. He did not dare to wait for the Ming fleet to enter the firing range before giving orders. He pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed into the air. He wanted to use his

The action regrouped the courage of the frightened soldiers.

"Boom..." The fuse was finally lit tremblingly, and along with a puff of smoke, the fort on the dock let out a roar, and finally began their desperate counterattack.

Perhaps this heroic behavior really acted as an intimidation. The Ming warships with the evil light stopped moving forward, and they did not cross the hull according to tradition. The densely packed sides of the ship were exposed, which made people tremble when they saw them.

muzzle.

Tum... Tum... Tum... There was no gunfire, no gunpowder smoke, only huge cowhide war drums. The dull drums resounded through the sky, controlling the heartbeats of everyone on the shore.

"Fire!"

It seemed as if they heard the order coming from the distance. The giant cannon that had been turning randomly just now emitted bright light, and the dazzling meteors were mixed with fiery snakes. The Ming Empire Navy began to counterattack, a very special counterattack, and their war drums sounded every time.

Ring it once, and a Spanish fort is sure to be reduced to rubble.

What a bully! I have never seen such a warrior in this world. He beats the war drum and launches an attack. Are the people of the Ming Dynasty making a big show?

However, this shameless attack has a heavy blow to the soul, and the huge pressure it creates is enough to make even the most determined person begin to have a nervous breakdown. Because no one knows when the war drums will stop, let alone

When will the rotating forts of the army be aimed at them, and no one knows what to do to make the enemy stop this torture.

"May God have mercy on us sinners." Seeing the enemy launching bombardment without restraint, Salamanca could only close his eyes in despair. He knew very well that even if the soldiers regained their courage and boarded the battleship,

They were also unable to break through the enemy's seemingly porous fire network.

"Master Prime Minister, why don't you let your fleet go up and have a try?" Such a spectacular scene did not excite Zhu Youcong. This kind-hearted little fat man was tricked again.

"Isn't this... no need?" Richelieu is not stupid. He knows very well that this damn fat man is taking the opportunity to retaliate. Because his so-called carelessness is just to draw lots for the continuous sitting method that Zhu Youcong came up with by offering flowers to Buddha.

Just retelling the story of life and death. Even though the Spanish were beaten by the Ming army and did not dare to fight back, if it were his French fleet that went up, they would definitely drag a few of them back.

The city of Manila is trembling. In fear and despair, the ladies and gentlemen who came from the West to dig for gold no longer care about their manners. On the streets, people with disheveled hair and dragging their shoes, dragging their children with their daughters in tow, and running around with their heads in their hands can be seen everywhere. But it is undeniable.

Yes. Amidst the meaningless screams, there are also some gentlemen full of romantic feelings who will hold their wives' hands and kiss their lovers goodbye, saying goodbye to each other before they seek refuge.

"Your Excellency, Governor, you must leave here immediately." Antonio took out the sword that he had carried for many years and showed his bravery to the Governor of Salamanca.

"Leave? The entire city of Manila is shrouded in enemy artillery fire. Where can I go?" The Governor of Salamanca's eyes were red, like a gambler who was desperate to lose.

A sad smile appeared on Antonio's face: "You are the governor sent by the king to the East. You represent the honor of the Kingdom of Spain. As long as you are here, my soldiers will not give up hope..."

"Hope?" Salamanca collapsed weakly on the chair. In an instant, he seemed to have aged several dozen years. He murmured to himself with trembling lips: "It's terrible, in this world.

Who else in the world can stop this eastern fleet? God, where are you..."

God may be very busy and cannot hear Salamanca's prayers for the time being, nor can he help him calm Zhu Youcong's ambitions. But fortunately, there is a messenger of God in that terrifying hell fleet, Richelieu.

However, the cardinal archbishop certified by the Holy See is by no means comparable to the fake and shoddy products like Jacob Luo who were pulled out temporarily to make up the numbers.

"Listen, all residents of Manila, we are the combined fleet of the Ming Empire and the French Empire. Now we order you in the name of Emperor Chongzhen and King Louis XIII to immediately give up unnecessary resistance and get out of the bunker!" Of course there is no need to do such a small thing as shouting.

Sorry to trouble Zou Weilian, but Joseph had never done anything so arrogant. After obtaining the permission of his prime minister, he volunteered to be the translator.

Combined fleet? Order to surrender? If Joseph had been told to say this at the beginning of that great sea battle, Salamanca would have rushed over and slapped him twice. But it is different now.

Hearing such a cry in a desperate situation is like hearing the sound of nature to everyone in Manila.

The enemy allowed surrender! Prayer worked! Although the weak Spanish colonial fleet was defeated by the mysterious Eastern Empire and the most powerful France in the West, it was not completely destroyed. It would not be too bad if this word spread.

Shameful. Salamanca asked in disbelief: "Antonio, are they allowing us to surrender?"

"Yes, Lord Governor!" Antonio breathed a long sigh of relief. To be honest, if the enemy's shameless bombardment did not end, he really planned to leave the Governor's Palace and run to the south gate with the package he had prepared.

, and then lived the life of a savage. But it seems that there is no need for it now. Since it is a combined fleet, the French will definitely follow the Western tradition and let them return to their homeland after surrender.

"Quick! Quick! You hurry up and notify Colonel Herni and ask him to immediately give up resistance and raise the white flag!" The excited Salamanca kept clasping his hands and added before Antonio was about to walk out of the door: "In addition, you personally

Let’s make a trip to show our sincerity and ask the other party to send an envoy to negotiate.”

"Yes, my Lord Governor!" Antonio almost cried when he heard the last words. Now the enemy is allowed to surrender, but who knows whether those Ming people will act in accordance with Western etiquette? What if they fired a cannon randomly?

, then he is not allowed to go to see God immediately? But who calls himself a humble person? The governor has already given instructions, how dare he not go?

"Oh, my God! Is this still the beautiful city of Manila?" After walking out of the Governor's Palace, looking at the city that had become riddled with holes under enemy fire, Antonio's hands began to tremble as he stepped on the rubble on the ground.

The group of demons are too cruel, they have already ruined this place in just one day?

"Antonio, are you telling us to bow our noble heads in accordance with the enemy's orders?" In this world, not only the Ming soldiers are loyal to their country, but Colonel Herni is also willing to make sacrifices for Spain. The enemy's cannon fodder was the most violent just now.

At that time, he did not take a step back. He was still directing the frightened soldiers to fight back. But now he had to express his dissatisfaction with a roar, put down his weapon and raised the white flag high according to the enemy's order. This is for any

No bloody soldier can face it calmly.

"Colonel Herni, I think I have accurately conveyed the order of His Excellency the Governor. If you don't execute it..." He shrugged very gentlemanly. Antonio didn't say anything more, but pointed to the soldier next to him.

The hands of the Spanish soldiers holding the guns were trembling, and their feet standing on the ground were trembling. Herni could even feel their souls trembling! But he did not blame these soldiers. The enemy's artillery fire was too fierce.

That is absolutely not something that human beings can resist.

"It's over. The Kingdom of Spain will lose this Oriental Pearl forever..." Colonel Herni showed a bitter smile. All hope has been completely shattered. The fact that the soldiers can still stand here with him is just the result of long-term training. Can't see it.

At the dawn of victory, continuing to resist is just using death to prove one's courage and determination.

"I can order my troops to surrender, but I want to go with you to see the enemy fleet commander!" Colonel Herni's expression was numb, and the command knife in his hand dropped weakly. Until this moment, he did not feel that he was incompetent, because he was facing

That's right, a huge fleet that no one can defeat.

Perhaps the fate of defeat was doomed before the war began. Now even if everyone in Manila is mobilized, they cannot stop the enemy's advance. According to the excellent traditions of the West, surrender is not a shameful thing, but He

Colonel Erni could not trust Antonio who only flattered the governor. He had to use his military style to fight for the final dignity for his men and the tens of thousands of people in Manila.

"I'm happy to agree to your request!" Antonio has no experience in dealing with people from the Ming Dynasty, and Antonio is also afraid that he will anger the huge fleet outside the port because of his temporary negligence. Maybe it would be a good idea to let this unlucky man go ahead to explore the way.

choice.

"Your Excellency General, my method is correct? You see, they have stopped resisting and sent envoys!" Richelieu looked sullen. Didn't he just want to capture the Spaniards as thugs? It's useful as the fat man said.

First turn the city of Manila into a sea of ​​flames and then slowly negotiate? It's not like he doesn't know what kind of temper those Western compatriots are, so he can just scare them.

"I admire you! I admire you! The Prime Minister's wisdom is indeed superior to mine!" He said these words so insincerely that Zhu Youcong really wanted to tear that old face with a bright smile to pieces. What a loss again! I should have known that the Spaniards could do it so easily.

Will you agree to surrender? What kind of bet are you making with this old fox? "The three thousand incendiary bombs will be given to you. When you get to the shore, you can ask someone to come and get them!"

"Thank you General for your kindness..." Looking at the Spanish representative who was boarding the boat waving a white flag, Richelieu kindly reminded: "Their people are about to arrive. Do you need my help in drafting a treaty?"

"No! No need! I won't bother you, Prime Minister, with this matter. I can handle it myself!" Is this old fox still finished? That is an incendiary bomb with a cost price of several hundred thousand taels. Zhu Youcong has already

I feel so distressed that I can squirt water from my face. Will he let people continue to blackmail him?

After boarding the enemy warship tremblingly, Antonio and his team walked into the combat command room with staggering steps, escorted by the navy officers and soldiers with live ammunition. It was shocking. It was so shocking. No wonder those iron knots were of no use! The sound under their feet

The crisp sound clearly told the visitors that this huge battleship was not just covered with a layer of iron as they imagined, but a real steel battleship.

"Is it you? Joseph?" The dejected Colonel Herni saw a familiar face as soon as he stepped into the door. He really didn't expect to meet old acquaintances in the far east, and in a sense, they

They are actually related to each other. "Are you the commander of this fleet?"

No wonder Herni would ask this. After all, in the eyes of Westerners, there are only barbarians in the world except them. Even if the Ming Dynasty can produce exquisite porcelain and gorgeous silk, they are just a group of barbarians with better craftsmanship.

That's it. And no Spaniard in Luzon has ever seen Richelieu. The old fox pretended to be a magician in order to hide his identity. As for the naive little fat guy next to him with a smile on his face, he is usually

No one will take him seriously.

"No! Dear Herni!" Since we are still considered relatives, we have to help him a little bit, but we can't let him be killed by that petty fat man from Ming Dynasty in a daze. No polite words, Joseph

He pointed at Zhu Youcong with a straight face and said: "Although I also want to own such a huge fleet, the fact is that it belongs to the Ming Empire, and the great Zhenguo General came to conquer you on the orders of the Ming Emperor!

"

"Conquer us? Why?" Who is General Zhenguo? Is this little fat man with barely a beard worthy of leading such a huge fleet? Antonio is very smooth, but he really can't help but want to

Know the truth. Because according to Shivera's description, the Ming Dynasty has long been interested in Luzon, so no matter whether Spain dispatches a colonial fleet or not, it cannot avoid the outbreak of this war.

"Because my royal brother doesn't like you!" Just when everyone was speculating whether Zhu Youcong would use the banner of human rights this time, this shameless fat man gave an even more bizarre answer. "Whose name is this?"

You guys came to squat in front of my house without saying hello? Boss

You don't know the rules when you come from far away to visit us. You don't even bring a gift. It's okay to say that you came here secretly and didn't let me know. You still have to grab money, food and territory here to make a fuss.

Boom! Do you think it’s funny to pretend that Ming Dynasty doesn’t exist?”

This damn fat man is too shameless. This is a surrender negotiation. Why can't he behave normally on such an important occasion? Richelieu really couldn't stand listening anymore and reminded him from nearby: "Speak to the important point, Your Majesty General.

The reason must be convincing!”

"The key point?" Zhu Youcong, who was spitting, then remembered that he was in charge of the expansion of the Ming Empire, and he couldn't mess around like this. He quickly coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, before the Spanish delegation returned.
To be continued...