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When the woman went crazy, she was not much worse than the man. Gu Moyi's originally dignified face was full of ferocity and mania, and he roared crazily, making more than a dozen Spanish officers take a step back in fear.

Even if the translator didn't have time to relay, seeing Gu Moyi's expression like a roaring beast, the white-robed "Gandalf" shrank back in a sluggish way. After a while, he asked with difficulty: "Since you didn't come to ask for peace?" Yes, what does your envoy want to talk about?"

"Substitution!"

Putting away his fangs, and becoming so dignified and heroic again, Gu Moyi hurriedly said: "The head of my army is going to use the twenty or so nobles of your country on hand to replace An Jiali, Lu Bo, who is under your command. Te, Lopez, Santos and other twelve chiefs!"

"Absolutely not!"

Clutching his swollen head, Alex screamed and jumped up as if he had stepped on his life.

What Gu Moyi wanted almost included the chiefs of the twelve native tribes in the entire northern Luzon. In the Spanish army, more than 1 people came from these tribes. In person, it is necessary for the natives to go to battle now. This veteran officer who rose up in the 80-year war knows too well how turbulent the morale of the army will be if they are handed over.

"Why not change? These people originally surrendered to me, Da Ming, and then betrayed Da Ming and joined you. It is a typical example of untrustworthy and unintentional fools. The betrayal should be repaid with blood. That's why I, Da Ming, want to exchange these people and behead them." , Your own relative or this salary kiss? Two for one, you still earn money!"

What a witch of ever-changing things, by the way, she became innocent, scratching her fingers, and Gu Moyi even settled a financial account for them, while the young lady urged them with her petty temper.

"Whether to change or not, a happy word! If not, I will be very busy!"

Urged by Gu Moyi, "Gandalf" in white robe held an incense burner, his old face full of hypocrisy also became hesitant.

"It can't be changed! Archbishop!"

Sweat was all over his forehead, and Alex jumped up and down like a mountain monkey, roaring fiercely. It was rare that he also defended the natives.

"Archbishop, these natives have also surrendered to our Lord's holy feet. It is illegal to persecute the lives of one Christian in exchange for the lives of even two Christians! Even if Archbishop Andolema returns, he can rest assured ?"

Listening to Alex's roar, Oster couldn't help but froze.

Chapter 675. Lessons from the past, bloody murder today

Can Andolema feel at ease?

Of course I can!If he wanted to have that face, he would not have betrayed the hundreds of defenders of Fort St. Philip who surrendered out of the city. As long as he could save his life, even if all the Spaniards in Manila died, he would not feel distressed. , He was born in Milan, Italy, and was sent by the Holy See to the Spanish Bishop's Palace, and then transferred to the East Indies. After all, he is still an Italian.

Unfortunately, Orster was not Spanish either, he was a priest of French origin.

They occupy the largest number of people, but they are not even qualified to attend the military meeting. This is the embarrassing position of these Filipino servants. When they were called to the archbishop's shiny red tent, a group of native chiefs were still full of excitement and pride, but they knew that they had just When he entered, he was knocked down.

"What are you doing? We are also Christians and believe in God!"

They were all tied up on the spot, bundled up like pigs, and in Alex's first slightly guilty eyes, several short and black guys couldn't help screaming sadly.

Still in the same hypocritical manner, swinging the censer made of sterling silver, Oster said "mercifully": "For the great cause of the Lord, you need to make some small personal sacrifices, and the Lord will forgive your souls. Amen!"

Needless to say, under his "blessing of the Holy Light", several barbarian chiefs also became quiet, accepting the pig-tying style and pig-killing style to carry away quietly, not because of stuffing their mouths. Several green-skinned walnuts!

Seeing the accompanying Ming army guards carry the man out in a sack, Oster asked again hastily and gloomyly.

"I leave it to you! When will Daming release our nobles back?"

"Tomorrow afternoon!"

"No, it should be handed over! Handed over!"

Alex roared like a mad dog again, but the audible Gu Moyi shrugged his shoulders relaxedly: "Please, your aristocrats are useless to Daming, why should we detain them? Now in Manila, even if you drive overnight, you have to walk for a day, right? In Southeast Asia, I, Ming, have a better reputation than you barbarians, right? Go out and ask, has Da Ming ever said something that doesn’t count?”

"If you're really worried, it's fine. I'll bring these pigs here for a day and a night. But if the news leaks out or there is a change in the morale of the army, your country will be responsible for it!"

"This"

Even Alex couldn't help but choke. Now he knows that Daming wants these native chiefs with bad intentions, but for Spain, it is a day to hide it. They go under the city wall of Manila and supervise the battle with cannons. People can't run away, but if they disperse here, the Spanish mercenaries who lack cannon fodder are really not able to play. Gu Moyi looked at him angrily for a few seconds, this old guy is very unqualified Exploded foul language.

"Satan's woman, get lost!"

"We are all civilized people! As for?"

Listening to the poor translation, Gu Moyi actually muttered aggrievedly, and then waved his little hands easily: "Everyone, see you on the battlefield!"

I really doubt that this group of nobles are angels sent by heaven to help Da Ming. First, they planned to use the treasure ship as bait to catch Da Ming’s pirates, giving Da Ming a chance to eat the empty Manila. Then, these guys sold St. Fort Philip, let Huang Degong take the military fortress into his pocket without bloodshed, and let the escaped Spaniards alienate the Spanish army.

As for this time, they were like Guan Yunchang who took the mobile phone of the general in the army of millions, and directly captured the local chiefs for the Ming army.

Not only that, the Spanish army, who was worried about gain and loss, did not dare to march, and invisibly won another precious eighteen hours for the Manila Ming army, so much so that when Gu Moyi saw them off, he was a little reluctant to let them go.

"Master, come and play often!"

Waving a flowered handkerchief, she was reluctant to say goodbye, but unfortunately, a group of Westerners were not polite at all, Selita just turned around and left, her long legs in breeches were walking fast, wishing to leave this "mice" "Leddy" was as far away as possible, while Archbishop Andolema turned his head violently and shouted viciously: "Woman of Satan, I curse you to go to hell!"

Watching them run farther and farther, Gu Moyi rubbed his little nose in astonishment: "It's Satan's woman again, does this old lady look like a married woman?"

With the return of Governor Darazan, who lost one ear, and the "benevolent" Archbishop of East India, Andolema, the Spanish army on the North Road couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Oster also opened a few bottles of Bordeaux red wine and held a At a small welcome reception, a group of Spanish gentlemen were able to drink freely, but they didn't know that their brothers from Nanlu were already in hell.

As mentioned before, the Ming Dynasty experienced the biggest disastrous defeat, and Sarhu divided its troops. If this is the case, how could Huang Degong, who was born in the traditional Ming army, not remember this lesson?

Under the scorching sun in Southeast Asia, the sea breeze barely brought a little coolness, and the plantains on both sides of the rough and pitted Manila trade roads were blowing, staring at the scorching sun, thousands of native soldiers under the supervision of the Spanish conquerors , sweating profusely, striding forward with a pair of short dark legs.

Riding on a tall Arabian horse, Hernan, the governor of Marianas of Spain, looked thirsty and held up his binoculars, looking into the distance constantly.

In fact, the Spaniards do not want to divide their troops, but the situation does not allow it. You must know that Manila is located in the southeast of Luzon Island, and geographically it almost divides the Philippine Islands into two. It will take at least two or three months to transport from Mindanao to the more developed North Luzon.

The pirates of the Ming Dynasty have already shown that they are no less ferocious than the pirates of the British. Although the Royal Navy of the Ming Dynasty has never fought against each other, it is expected not to be too bad. Hernan also has great confidence in the Spanish Army. Before the 30 Years War was defeated by the French Army, the Spanish Army was the strongest soldier in Europe. The Eastern Empire is still within reach.

Now Hernan is more concerned about when he can hurry to the place and have a good drink.

His binoculars didn't find it at all, and the eyes of death had already stared at them!

In the middle of the avenue, stones smeared with white lime are placed in a circle in the middle of the road. Even if you convert to Christianity, witchcraft is still extremely prevalent in the Philippine Islands. The symbol, those native soldiers turned a blind eye and walked over with their feet.

What they don't know is that these things have nothing to do with religion for Beiming artillerymen! In the dense forest, the Ming army scouts who are also like mountain monkeys waved the red flag violently, and there was a burst of red shaking. On the hillside a few miles away, the eighty Hongyi cannons were already in full swing.

In the Beiming army system, the artillery commander was second only to the first regiment leader who also served as the deputy of the corps. At first, Huang Degong was very incomprehensible, but now, he looked at this soldier with admiration and admiration. Loaded with heavy shrapnel shells.

The gunner Lei Dapao, who was born in the old Dongjiang, raised his throat with the roughness of the northeast blizzard.

"The old barbarian got into range, lit the fire, and blew him up! Lord Fa!"

This cannon is definitely called the last one! Suddenly, the marching Spanish Southern Army felt itchy ears, and raised their heads in amazement. Dozens of meteors dragged their long tails, whizzing and shining on them. Their foreheads came down in a hurry, and before they could scream in astonishment, these meteors suddenly exploded and split into hundreds of small meteors, carrying the fiery breath from hell, smashing into the in the army.

There was a crackling sound, like carbon fire jumping into the butter block.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Holding his thigh, a soldier screamed, but he was lucky. A man who followed him from Barangay all turned into bright red corpses and collapsed on the ground. The artillery was in ambush. Regardless of the East or the West, almost all of them have set a precedent. Even the Spanish and Italian military officers who have experienced many battles have never faced this situation. Scattered.

"Array! Defend! Push the cannons up!"

Holding the Spanish battle sword high, the old captain who has experienced many battles gave the most wrong order. In his roar, the elite colonial infantry, despite heavy casualties, still fearlessly killed the famous The Spanish phalanx was pulled up, with pikemen facing forward and arquebus behind. On both sides, Prussian hired light infantry rushed to the mountains and forests on both sides, trying to find the artillery positions of the Ming army.