Beiyang new warlord

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Seeing the usual smiling face of Governor Hernan, his face twitched ferociously. Once again, Alex, who was born as a commoner, had to compromise, and angrily threw his commanding sword to the ground, and he turned around and left.

The command ship that has not been entangled by the attack suddenly shakes out a complicated and urgent semaphore, and then the Spanish warships next to it spread the signal like a swarm of bees. They also experienced the initial astonishment, and were escorted by a dozen treasure ships in the middle. The sailors on board rowed away helplessly, and a group of people moved out the spices in the cargo hold and lit them directly on the deck. The white smoke rising upwards immediately attracted the attention of the frantically attacking pirates.

"Eldest son, look!"

Hearing the yelling of the first officer Shi Daxuan behind him, leaving aside the other captain, who had been shot a few times and vomited blood kneeling on the ground, Zheng Sen climbed onto the pile of cargo covered with canvas on the deck, and looked through the binoculars. He immediately roared in pain.

"The treasure ship is inside!"

"Don't cut it up! Go back! Go back! Let me rob the treasure ship! You fucking cut it! Do you want money!"

Kicking over a subordinate who was still happily hacking, Zheng Sen yelled and ran back, followed by the Black Island pirates who were slaughtering and hacking, and ran back in a hurry, leaving only a few wounds on his body. The Spanish captain with a bloody hole and the crew who had been cut and grinning looked at each other.

But it's cool to poke it in, but it's not easy to pull it out. Seeing other pirate ships abandoning their opponents and rushing towards the center circle, the pirates who returned to the Black Island were sailing and ruddering. He turned around in a hurry, but the eight arms of the Hachiman Bodhisattva at the bow were stuck in the Spanish ship, and he couldn't get them out.

He was so angry that he almost cried, Zheng Sen roared angrily: "Where's the gunpowder barrel? Bring it up and blow it up!"

"Eldest son, don't we have to blow up the bow of the boat too?"

The first officer Shi Daxuan broke out in cold sweat, and shouted sadly behind him, but Zheng Sen was so anxious that he slammed his fist on the rudder.

"I can't care less!"

"It's fine if you can sail there. As long as you grab a treasure ship, it's not a problem to buy a few more Black Islands. Go!"

His son's eyes were red, and he had no choice but Shi Daxuan could only run down to the lower deck with a big heart, but when Zheng Sen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, a thigh was hit by a Spanish ship opposite. The sailor with a knife limped and waved a white flag and came over again, facing the pirates with guns on the bow, pointing at the mast behind them in fear and yelling in Spanish.

Although the language is not clear, the gestures are common. After watching for a long time, Zheng Sen finally understood, and then shouted hastily.

"Don't shoot, everyone go down and paddle! Ximan will pull out with us!"

Dozens of oars protruded from the muzzle, and the Spaniard also put on a sail. The two opponents who had just fought until the blood flowed into a river were working together, and in the sound of cracking, two of them broke. The Hachiman Bodhisattva in the arm can be regarded as pulled out, the bow of the Kuroshima hit the water heavily, and the Spanish ship on the other end suddenly backed away like a gray whale bitten by a shark.

But just when Zheng Sen breathed a sigh of relief, there was already a pirate ship leaning against the let-off treasure ship, and the heavy box was carried out from under the cabin by the excited pirates, and he opened it suddenly, golden gold, shiny silver, All kinds of spices with strong aromas immediately came into the eyes, and in an instant, these pirates went crazy, grabbing handfuls of treasures like a convulsion and holding them in their arms fiercely, the precious metals collided together and gave a crisp sound. The sound of clattering, a gold coin engraved with the head of an unknown Western guy seemed to have life, bypassing a few greedy and dirty hands, splashing down the sloping deck and falling into the warm Pacific Ocean In the middle, the water splash made a crisp and pleasant sound.

Despite the disastrous defeat, the Ming pirates still won the final victory, snatching the huge treasure that the Spaniards had worked so hard to snatch for a whole year in South America. Countless gold and silver were thrown up like raindrops.

Get rich!

On the other side, the scarred Spanish warship was finally dragged away from the battlefield, staggering and routing towards the northeast. Standing on the deck, looking through the binoculars at the continuously emerging golden lights, the old officer Alex's pair of red His brown eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

Since the Great War between Britain and the West, the glorious first empire on which the sun never sets, the face of the Holy Spanish Empire was slapped in the east and robbed by a group of pirates. It is estimated that for a long time, Spain will become the laughing stock of the Western world.

It’s just that compared to the East Indies, this loss can’t be taken into account! What’s lost now is only the capital Manila. If it drags on, maybe this Central and South Asia will no longer have a foothold for Spain. They also had to go back and drive the invading Ming army back into the sea.

Amid Alex's unwilling roar, more than 30 Spanish warships and nearly 8000 Spanish East Indian main forces finally left the battlefield in embarrassment and headed straight for Luzon and returned.

But what these Spaniards didn't know was that they just jumped from one fire pit to another!

Hundreds of kilometers away, the city of Manila.

Within a month, the entire city and all the population resources within [-] kilometers of the vicinity had completely fallen into the hands of Daming, and the offensive against Fort St. Philip was also launched.

On the wall of the fortress, the hungry and dizzy Spanish defenders looked around with fear of Venus in their eyes. In the gloom of the evening, the originally dark natives carried piles of palm leaves, wet logs, and overdrawn firewood. At the front and back of Fort St. Philip, those Ming soldiers smiled and pointed with ease.

The wind blew slowly from the sea, and Huang Degong's long beard and sideburns flew up. Looking at the fortress in the night, his eyes narrowed triumphantly but full of murderous intent.

For a long time, Mao Jue's Dongjiang tactics have been rampant in the world, slapping the faces of his old Ming generals. This time, it is finally his turn to show what he has learned and show off with some old methods up!

Seeing that the palm leaves and the kindling were almost piled up, Huang Degong roared loudly.

"ignition!"

Chapter 663. Life is expensive and life is cheap

There is a song in later generations, the lyrics are sung: You gently blow the sea breeze, you gently shake the waves, and the young soldiers are going to sleep! However, in the geography class, Mao Jue’s geography teacher criticized this song very severely. , because after the sky starts to get dark, the land dissipates heat faster than the sea surface, so the high pressure on the land blows to the low pressure on the ocean, forming a cycle of sea and land winds, and all the land winds blow at night.

The construction of Fort St. Philip adheres to the consistent architectural characteristics of western castles. It is built on the mountain, with the sea behind it. If it is besieged, it will only have one and a half sides. However, when the land breeze comes, all the flags on the castle will float towards the sea. With more than a dozen torches thrown on the pile of firewood, a large puff of smoke burst out from the wet palm leaves, and it rushed towards the strong castle like a devil with its teeth and claws.

One of the oldest tactics in China, the smoke attack! Already starving, the thick smoke came, and the Spanish defender with a messy beard immediately coughed violently, with red eye circles, tears streaming down, and he couldn't even open his eyes. Open your eyes, the nobles hiding in the office of the small castle building are not too strong. Manila is located in the tropics. In order to dissipate heat, the ventilation holes extend in all directions. Now it happens to be an excellent channel for smoke. The smoke is rolling down. Archbishop Ang Dorlemard coughed and yelled endlessly at the pastor apprentices while rubbing his tears. He closed the door and windows, but there was still smoke coming out of the corner.

Sai Rita, a female navy, does not need to put on smoky makeup anymore. Her big eyes are reddened by the smoke, and she covers her mouth and nose. This girl has nowhere to escape, so she simply stuffed her little head into the water. In the basin, the cool water finally touched the smoky pain in her eyes, but she was suffocated again, and she pulled her head out suddenly. The dense black smoke in the air once again caused her tears to flow and she coughed violently.

Hundreds of natives kept adding fuel to the fire, and [-] Ming soldiers carried whips to supervise the work nearby. Looking at the smoke billowing in St. Philip's Castle, Huang Degong yawned heavily and went down lazily. After reaching the hillside, only the sound of coughing from the back was left behind.

Early the next morning, Archbishop Andolema, whose eyes were swollen like peaches, came out of the fortress again with a white flag.

It was still the same big table with wine and snakes on it. Huang Degong still had his feet upright in his hands, but he changed into a different set of clothes, with an eighteen-pointed light star inlaid on his army green hat. , representing Daming, in a green woolen military uniform, with golden tassels buckled under the two epaulets on the shoulders, with broken gemstones hanging from the ends of the tassels, and a ribbon worn diagonally from the left shoulder, with splendid embroidery on the ribbon and the cuffs It turned out to be a four-clawed python dragon, with a ferocious dragon mouth against the majestic military uniform, exuding a sense of majesty.

This is the new military uniform of the Ming Dynasty recently remade by Mao Jue. The python dragon is a pattern that can only be found on the uniform of the first-rank general soldier. In his busy schedule, Mao Jue did not forget to send him two sets. The monarch has you in his heart. For the army of this era In the future, it would be a great honor, not to mention entrusting him with a heavy responsibility. Today, Huang Degong is in a good mood.

Humming a Jiangnan tune, after a while, Huang Degong raised his head contentedly and asked, "What is the Archbishop doing?"

His face was gloomy to the limit, and his old eyes, which were narrowed into slits, stared at Huang Degong for a few seconds before the old barbarian hummed a series of Spanish with great difficulty.

The middle-aged translator was still as straight-faced as ever, but in his pupils, there was a complex expression, including hatred, joy, and sadness.

"In the name of the Lord, the Governor-General of Manila, East India, under the command of the Holy Spanish Empire, is willing to surrender to your army. Please, your army also morally guarantee the safety of life and property in Fort San Philip!"

"That won't do!"

It never occurred to me that Huang Degong just opened his mouth and refused. In the astonished expression of Andolema, Huang Degong snorted coldly.

"This time His Royal Highness sent Huang to come here for revenge, and the blood of my Ming expatriates is all over the hands of the entire castle. Your Excellency, will you forgive the murderer because he surrendered?"

"In your country, if the murdered person is not a nobleman, the murderer can be exonerated through compensation. If both the perpetrator and the murdered person are noblemen, both parties can settle the crime through a duel. Generals, servants of God will not lie !"

Is there really such a thing?Looking at Andolema's swollen eyeballs like goldfish eyes, Huang Degong couldn't help but bulge out the veins on his neck. After hesitating for a moment, he asked gloomyly again.

"And you Spain will pay ransom for every person in every Fort San Philip?"

Hearing this, the merciful archbishop fell silent.

Although it is said that God pities the world, the real gold coins are placed there. More than 50 nobles in Fort St. Philip own large tracts of land and farms, and have enough influence to pay a large amount of ransom to buy their own lives. He will redeem his life for himself, but no one will spend shiny gold coins for a small soldier, and spend a lot of money to redeem it, and the East India officials don't have that much financial resources.

According to the hatred and greed of Ming people, it is estimated that several small nobles will not survive. There are more than 50 people in St. Philip Fort. Only him, the governor, a few councilors, and Miss Selita can survive. All must die!

But for the sake of their mortals, they won't surrender?Fight to the death?The archbishop who keeps saying that he will save all sentient beings does not have that kind of courage.

He also understood what Andolema meant, and Huang Degong couldn't help but evoke a cruel smile.

"In that case, Ben will accept your surrender!"

It’s no wonder that Fort Saint Philip surrendered after only one night of smoke. There were six nobles who were smoked to death in the house that night. , but the handyman and servants slept outside, but not many died.

The dead are still secondary, the most important thing is the overwhelming despair that can't even be avoided is the most desperate. Hunger and pain have become the last straw that overwhelms the camel.