When Pan Luo walked out of his mansion, the sun had just risen. Usually at this time, he should be enjoying his sumptuous breakfast, instead of going to deal with two things with the energy of waking up like now.
A fight between a group of soldiers.
Well, dealing with matters between soldiers can be considered his daily routine, but when one of the fighting soldiers is not one of his subjects, it becomes a little unpleasant.
After the Ming Dynasty occupied the city and the consolation envoy Wang Shouren, who bared his fangs and borrowed knives to kill people, there was a group of Siamese soldiers among the soldiers maintaining security and defending the city in the city. At the same time, some of them were extremely loyal to Pan.
Luo's soldiers were transferred to Siam Liao Port. This arrangement obviously made Panluo and Prince Wali not so happy. However, they did not dare to have any doubts about such an arrangement, even though
, the Ming soldiers left in Liogang and Champa were no more than a hundred in each place. However, let alone more than a hundred, even if there were only a pair of Ming eyes looking at them, they would not express any dissatisfaction.
, at most, in the dead of night, he would lock himself in a secret room and curse a few words.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" A occupying soldier ran over from the other side of the street in a hurry, not shying away from the bustling crowd on the street, shouting as he ran.
"Call me your lord!" When the soldier rolled in front of him, Panluo said loudly so that everyone around him could hear his voice: "Now I am the deputy envoy of the Ming Dynasty to occupy the city, not a king.
I've told you so many times, why do you have such a short memory?"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
"Let's talk after you take a breath!" Panluo glared at the soldier angrily: "Did they start fighting again over there? Didn't the city defense army send someone to stop them from fighting? Who is still unconvinced?"
"That's not what happened!" The soldier gasped, "It's the sea, and there's a ship coming from the sea!"
"There are ships coming every day at sea, what a fuss!" Panluo cursed, and suddenly realized that if it were an ordinary merchant ship, the soldier would not be so frightened. He thought with a thump in his heart: "It's the red-haired ghost's ship!"
The soldier nodded repeatedly, but his face turned blue.
"How many!" When Panluo heard this, he no longer cared about such trivial matters as the soldiers fighting. He turned around and ran towards the city wall, while shouting to his men: "Get a few people, that gang
I will chase all the brats who are fighting up to the city wall, and whoever dares to stab him will have him summarily punished!"
The sea surface in the morning in June looks a little warm and tender. The rising sun has just emitted heat and does not seem too hot. If it is sunny, this should be the same as the period before sunset in the evening. It is a day.
One of the most satisfying moments.
At this time, if nothing happened, even the soldiers patrolling the city would be lazy. Occasionally avoiding the sight of the officers, they could also bask in the sun and catch the wind in a corner to catch up.
Make up for the sleepiness caused by getting up early.
However, when Panluo arrived at the top of the city, the soldiers on the top of the city were busy carrying the equipment to defend the city. There was no trace of the usual laziness, and even the things that Panluo regarded as treasures were not there.
The Tiger Crouching Cannons in the Crouching Tiger Artillery Team were also loaded onto small wooden carts and pushed to the crenellations of the city wall. There was a tense atmosphere everywhere on the city wall.
A group of people gathered around him and reached the highest point of the city. He raised the telescope in his hand. Two finger-sized black figures in the distance suddenly became slightly visible in the telescope frame.
"It's a Spanish warship!" His heart sank. There was not just one ship, but two ships. It seemed that their goal was to capture the city.
"Close the city gate and leave the people outside the city alone. No one is allowed to come in or out!" He gave the order loudly: "Let our people come to the top of the city. The Siamese and civilians will help carry the weapons. Who dares to spread rumors?
To confuse the public, military law is engaged. Whoever dares to be passive and lazy in fighting is engaged in military law. Whoever dares to disobey military orders is engaged in military law!"
Three consecutive engagements in military law made Panluo's determination clear. He knew better than anyone that after what happened last time, if he had any disobedience, the Ming Dynasty would not give him a second chance.
Opportunity, this city, whether he can hold it or not, he has to hold it! Hold it to the end!
Otherwise, there will be nothing going on with the Panluo family in Zhancheng, and the people of Ming Dynasty will not tolerate his continued existence here!
"Your Majesty, they have two ships!" A confidant reminded him softly.
"So what about two ships?" he snorted.
"Even if you don't count the artillery that can hit the city, there are probably hundreds of red-haired ghost soldiers ashore in these two ships!" This confidant said carefully. This confidant had participated with him in the attack on the Spanish settlement that day.
Those who fight, still have enough understanding of the fighting power of the Spaniards.
"What I'm saying is, do you want to arrange it so that if things get critical then, the king can leave at the critical moment? As long as the king is fine, we can take back this city in the future!"
Panluo looked at his men and shook his head: "No need, if the city cannot be defended, I, Panluo, will not be able to walk the next day except jumping into the sea. Anyway, I have already jumped once and don't care about jumping again."
This time, this time, we have no retreat!"
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On the two sailboats on the sea, on the bow of the first one, Leon had a stern face, and he was also holding a telescope, observing the getting closer and closer horizon, observing the city that was getting bigger and bigger in his sight.
He could even see clearly the face of the defender who was observing their fleet with a telescope on top of the city gate tower.
Fleet... He smiled bitterly in his heart. If the two warships were also called fleets, then these were indeed his Lyon fleet.
After escaping from the pursuit of the Ming Dynasty fleet, he wandered in the damn sea for five or six days. It was not until last night that all the compasses in the fleet returned to normal. At this time, the two surviving ships he led
Only then could the fleet be able to determine the route. Fortunately, in just one night, they could see the horizon, which made him breathe a big sigh of relief.
The food and fresh water in the fleet had reached the edge of danger. During the war, they had already lost a lot. Later, in order to escape lightly, they almost threw out everything on the ship that could be thrown into the sea. If there was another ten days or so,
If he lost his way, he really doubted whether his hungry soldiers would do something heinous. The wounded who were injured in the battle were not treated in time, and those who were seriously injured were injured in the first few days.
Almost all of them have died. Now those injuries were not too serious at first and are a bit dangerous. In such weather, the consequences of not treating wounds are known to every soldier.
"This is..." The adjutants beside them were busy calculating with charts in their hands. They knew their general route, but their specific location was not clear.
"Is it the Champa Kingdom?" After a while, he raised his head with some uncertainty and looked at his boss: "Sir, it should be the Champa Kingdom!"
"I seem to have some impression!" Leon nodded, "It seems that our fleet passed by here last time when it was on an expedition to the Ming Dynasty!"
Having said this, the stone of uncertainty in his heart finally fell to the ground, and it would be great if he stayed away from the Ming Dynasty. If the adjutant told him that this was a coastal city in the Ming Dynasty, he would probably not even have the courage to turn around and leave.
Take it out.
"Yes, I remember we still have a colonial point here!" The adjutant also became more relaxed: "They are all retired soldiers of our fleet and a group of guys from China who can't make it. They came here in response to the king's call.
, it seems that we can take a short rest here, there is a large dock there, and our warship can finally be repaired!"
"Not bad!" Leon responded as he saw the boats setting off crazily, without taking his eyes off his telescope.
"Look at that!" He handed the telescope in his hand to his adjutant: "Look at the flag on the top of the city. Does it look familiar?"
"The flag of the Ming people?" The adjutant took the telescope, looked at it carefully, and put down the telescope with an ugly expression: "Your Excellency, could it be said that this place has been occupied by the Ming people?"
"I didn't see any warships!" Leon's face showed no emotion or anger: "If such a coastal city had been reduced to a colony of the Ming Dynasty, it would be impossible for it to not even have any maritime defense force!"
He turned around and asked his adjutant: "Did the fleet receive any reports of attacks on the colonies here while we were in Manraka?"
"Well, it seems there really isn't one!" the adjutant thought for a while and answered with certainty.
"That's right. Even if they became a colony of the Ming Dynasty, it was only a recent matter. Although the navy of the Ming Dynasty is not weak, we have already encountered such a huge fleet. If they still have the strength to be here,
If the fleet is stationed, then our kingdom’s expedition is really not an optimistic thing!”
"Then Sir, should we get closer?" the adjutant asked.
"Of course we have to get closer. They are just a group of colonial natives. Can they scare us just because they are flying the flag of the Ming Dynasty?" Leon looked at the adjutant: "You have to remember that our defeat this time was because
The disparity in strength does not mean that we are not good. If even a soldier loses his courage because of a failed battle, such a soldier will never become a real soldier!"
"Let our boys take action and vent all the suppressed anger these days on these natives!"