"Bixir, hurry up and bring your men to block the gap." At the southwest fortress of Manila, the garrison commander Carvajal shouted to an officer under his command.
"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel!" The Spanish captain named Bishir said in response.
Because of the unexpected loss of the northwest fortress, Manila strengthened its defense of the southwest fortress.
In addition to the original artillery, an infantry regiment was added here.
However, the Eighth Division, which was responsible for attacking the southwest fortress, sent its mortars to the foot of the mountain, right into the blind spot of the Spanish coastal defense artillery.
Under artillery fire, the Spanish defenders on the top of the mountain suffered heavy casualties.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the coalition soldiers launched a charge towards the top of the mountain.
However, the Spanish counterattack was also very fierce.
Carvajal's infantry regiment was the elite Spanish infantry in Manila.
However, their equipment is still very different.
Even though they occupied favorable terrain, the Spaniards still did not gain much advantage.
At this time, the offensive and defensive battle for the southwest fortress has reached the final stage.
There was a section of the position that was attacked by the Chinese coalition forces.
Soldiers from the Eighth Division mixed in with the Chinese allied forces and rushed forward.
Although the troops suffered a lot of casualties this time, as long as they can capture this fortress, everything will be worth it.
As long as they occupy this place, the Spaniards will completely lose the outer fortress position.
First, the fleet in the port was completely surrounded.
The Baath Army could cut off the Spanish fleet in the port from the city of Manila.
At that time, the Spanish fleet would have no other way out but to surrender.
As for the city of Manila, the Renaissance Army could use the forts to deploy their own artillery to attack the Spanish on the city walls.
"Boom, boom, boom, the Renaissance soldiers threw the grenades in their hands directly into the Spanish crowd after getting closer."
Just as Bishir's company had assembled, the bombed men were knocked upside down.
At this time, they could no longer stop the Chinese coalition's attack.
After the Renaissance Army opened the gap, a large number of Chinese allied forces rushed up with bayonets in hand and fought with the Spaniards on the fort.
The offensive and defensive battle at the fortress southwest of Manila was extremely fierce.
But in the end it was taken down by the Renaissance Army.
"These army idiots lost the fort so easily." In the small building at the port, the Spanish naval commander finally cursed.
He could either rush back to Manila City now, or be stuck here with his men.
"Your Excellency, Commander, why don't we retreat to Manila City? We have been surrounded by these Chinese. Now that the southwest fort has been lost, our fleet can only be beaten."
"Retreat? Do you want me to abandon my fleet?" The commander was obviously not yet discouraged.
"It's better to let the soldiers of the fleet retreat to the shore together than to let them die in vain on the battleship."
"What about our battleships? Are we going to abandon our battleships?"
"Your Excellency, Commander, we should simply sink the warship in the port. We have failed at sea." the staff officer suggested.
"No, this is impossible. I will not sink the warship until the last moment." The naval commander obviously did not want to bear the responsibility of losing the entire fleet.
If he no longer had the fleet in hand, what awaited him after returning to Spain would be a military court.
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After Niu Jie led the Chinese allied forces to attack Manila, they had surrounded the city.
An army of 40,000 to 50,000 plus a special operations brigade was enough to completely surround this Spanish fortress city.
In fact this had basically declared the Spanish defeat in Manila.
But Governor Blandino was still making a last-ditch effort.
"Your Excellency, Minister, these Chinese obviously want to drive all the white people out of Nanyang. We must unite to suppress these yellow people." Blandino was lobbying the British Minister in Manila in the living room of his Governor's Palace.
"Mr. Governor, as I said just now, the British Empire has no troops to interfere here. Of course, we have no reason to interfere in Manila's affairs." The British Minister had just received the news from Singapore.
This news is about India. It is obviously bad news.
Compared with things in India, things here in Nanyang seem to be insignificant.
He has no way to agree to Governor Blandino's request now, because the British fleet on the sea has also received the news and has withdrawn.
Now that such a big thing has happened in India, even a fool knows that this is not the time to have conflicts with the Renaissance Army.
The British are all shrewd businessmen, and this account can be easily calculated.
Things here in Luzon were started by the Spaniards themselves from the beginning. The British have no obligation to wipe their butts for them.
Of course, if the Spanish are willing to continue sending people to fight against the Renaissance Army, the British Empire will support them behind the scenes.
The British intelligence agencies had already known about the plans secretly formulated by those companies.
As the minister stationed in Manila, Robert naturally knew some of the inside stories behind this war.
After sending away the British minister, Blandino went to find the French minister, but was also rejected by the French.
France now has a colony in Southeast Asia, so it obviously has no reason to get involved in this matter.
The helpless Blandino lay dejectedly on the sofa. Behind him was a map of Luzon. There was also a model of a battleship on the table in front of him.
Battleship, battleship! This was originally the basis for his victory.
Now this invincible armada in Asia has become the reason for destroying the morale of the Spaniards.
"My Lord Governor, the fleet has surrendered."
At this time, the waiter hurried in and brought bad news.
"What, Savila dared to surrender?" Blandino was a little unbelievable. Savila was the most senior figure in the Spanish fleet, and his family had great power in Spain.
He has surrendered now? Doesn't he care about the interests of his family?
If the news of his surrender spreads back, the Zavilla family will definitely be attacked by the Spanish people.
"No, Lord Governor, Admiral Savila is not on the ship. He is directing the battle at the port."
"Because the southwest fort was also captured by the Chinese, the fleet was surrounded on three sides."
"The bombardment of the enemy fleet caused great damage to the sailors."
"Under the huge casualties, the morale of the soldiers on the ship has already been low. Just now, under the leadership of the Barcelona, the entire fleet surrendered. The enemy has stopped shelling the port fleet."
"What? These navy cowards, they are simply a disgrace to the Spanish navy." Blandino roared, venting the anger in his heart.
On the dock, Spanish naval commander Savila also fell into despair.
He didn't expect that his men would surrender on their own.
It's no wonder that many captains were not on the ship, and the first officers simply couldn't suppress the sailors underground.
From the beginning when it was suppressed and attacked by the First Fleet, to later the forts on the shore were lost one after another. An atmosphere of despair permeated the ship.
Finally, the first mate on the Barcelona was killed in the bombing, and the remaining soldiers, led by the boatswain, decided to surrender.
They did not want to wait for death on the ship like lambs to be slaughtered.
Such a death is completely meaningless.
Seeing the Barcelona hoisting the white flag, other ships that had not yet sunk hoisted the white flag one after another.
Sometimes what is missing is a person to take the lead.
"It's over!" Savila shouted in his heart. There was no way he would surrender.
He also learned that only death can wash away his shame.
Thinking of the big family he founded by himself.
Savila took out the pistol he wanted to see as an accessory.
This pistol has only been used during target practice and has never seen blood.
Today it saw blood for the first time, and it was his master's blood.
Savila's suicide dealt a huge blow to Governor Blandino.
One of the army and navy commanders currently in Luzon was captured and another committed suicide. He was left as a governor who had never led any troops.
As for the location of the fort, the Renaissance Army was looking for ways to give their own cannons to the night fort.
Because the Spanish artillery on the runway could not reach the city wall.
Outside Manila, soldiers of the Chinese Allied Forces were digging trenches to surround Manila.
In the city, Blandino still had 15,000 Spanish soldiers and 40,000 to 50,000 native Manila soldiers.
This is also the reason why he has not surrendered for a long time.
"Your Excellency, the Governor, the Chinese outside the city sent an ultimatum. They said that we would be given two hours to notify the non-combatants in the city to evacuate. Then they would conduct a covering artillery bombardment of Manila City."
"What, why do they bombard the city of Manila? We still have hundreds of artillery on the city wall. Their artillery can't get close to the city wall at all." Blandino has not yet reached the point where he does not understand anything.
"Your Majesty the Governor, the other side has begun to deploy their artillery on the fort. Moreover, the range of their artillery itself exceeds that of our artillery. They are deploying on the fort just to make it easier for the artillery to shoot into the city."
The officer added.
Now, except for Blandino who is still insisting, the other officers want to surrender. Anyway, they are not the commander-in-chief.
In these days of fighting, they have seen the combat effectiveness of the Renaissance Army, which is simply not something they can compete with.
"Send someone to contact the Renaissance Army outside the city. I want to negotiate with them." Blandino finally relented.
The so-called negotiation is to discuss the conditions after their surrender. After all, Blandino still has a certain amount of power in his hands. There is no need to surrender unconditionally.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor." The waiter took the order and led the officers out.
This time, things went wrong after all. Blandino's mind was spinning rapidly.
He is thinking about his retreat. Return to Spain?
Will Her Majesty let him go? It's impossible. Blandino knows the fat woman all too well.
She is an extremely selfish woman. When the news of Luzon's failure reaches Spain, it will definitely arouse the anger of the entire country.
At that time, in order to quell the anger of the people in the country, the queen will definitely bring out a few people to take the blame to quell the public anger.
Then Blandino must be the most suitable one.
Maybe I should find a suitable refuge for myself and spend the rest of my life.
Blandino is different from the two generals. He is just a pretty boy raised by the queen. He does not have a huge family to worry about.
Soon, a Chinese man wearing a long gown was brought in by the waiter. This man's dress was similar to that of the Chinese here in Luzon.
"What's your name?" Blandino asked.
"My Lord Governor, this is not the proper etiquette of negotiation. I am now the full negotiating representative of the Renaissance Army, not the people under your rule," the messenger said.
"Okay, please sit down! Then let's talk directly. What conditions do you need before you are willing to withdraw? I can give you Chinese complete autonomy in Luzon." Blandino pointed to someone in the room.
Zhang Zhuzi said, he knew that the other party would most likely not agree to this condition.
Sure enough, the Chinese envoy refused without thinking at all: "Withdraw the troops? Did I hear you right? Your Majesty the Governor, our Renaissance Army did not come here for an armed parade. It was you Spaniards who started the war first, and we
Both sides have also officially declared war, so this war can only end with the surrender of one side."
"You must know that Luzon is just an overseas colony of Spain. If you continue to fight, the Kingdom of Spain will mobilize all its power to fight you, which is more than you can bear." Blandino threatened.
"Okay, I'll take my leave then, but your Excellency the Governor must not be able to see the Spanish army's counterattack come back." The Chinese envoy sneered and turned around to leave.
Blandino did not expect that the other party would not resort to threats at all. Obviously they knew the situation in the Kingdom of Spain.
I heard before that the officials of these big Eastern countries are short-sighted and have little knowledge.
Now it seems that this is not entirely the case. At least this messenger still has some courage and insight.
"Wait a moment, Mr. Envoy, I think we can still talk." Blandino suppressed a strong sense of humiliation and stopped the Chinese envoy.
The messenger sneered in his heart, but there was no proud expression.
He turned around and sat down without speaking or showing any expression.
He seemed to be waiting for Blandino to speak first.
"Mr. Messenger, I would like to ask what kind of protection we can get if we surrender." Blandino asked.
That's right, that's what negotiations are all about. What's the point of negotiating if you don't show any of your trump cards?
The messenger secretly thought in his heart.
"Your Excellency, Governor, if you surrender now, we can ensure that all the Spaniards will be left with enough travel expenses to return to Spain," the envoy said.
"What about our property? The Spaniards here have their own personal legal property. If you want to deprive them of their property, I think they will fight to the end." Blandino said loudly.
"Oh, no, no, no, Governor, I believe that between life and property, the Spaniards under your command will make the right choice." The messenger said with a smile.
"However, Your Majesty the Governor, we will not touch your property." This envoy had been living in Manila and knew these Spanish officials very well.
It can be said that although these people are also white-skinned, they are almost as virtuous as those corrupt officials in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.