Nanming: I can build wonders

Ma Limastiff was ecstatic after hearing this, His Majesty recognized him!
Then they have to devote even more fanatical efforts to Daming.

At night, the dead men trained by the Mayan Revival Society paid the price of more than 100 lives and opened the city gate.

Fort Santa Ana was quickly captured!

On the second day, the Santa Ana Fortress raised the Sun and Moon flag.

And No. 15 days after the fall of the Santa Ana Fortress, the sun rose in Mexico City as usual.

The distinguished governor of New Spain, Bartolomé, was enjoying his luxurious breakfast, among which the most impressive one was a piece of braised oxtail.

This is an authentic cuisine of the Andalusia region.

Its main ingredients are oxtail and potatoes, which are stewed with various sauces, red wine and olive oil.The color is brownish red, the juice is thick, and it is a fresh, hot, sour and salty dish.

Serving a piece of rich oxtail early in the morning is full of collagen, calories, and cholesterol, which makes Bartolome feel very happy, as if all the troubles have melted away.

Of course, Bartolomé didn't have any troubles, because the heavily guarded Santa Ana blockade achieved a major success.

According to the battle report sent to him by Colonel Lionel, Spain only paid the price of [-] troops to firmly defend Santa Ana.

In the letter, Lionel also urged Bartolomé not to send reinforcements over, otherwise the Ming people would set up a trap for reinforcements.

After reading the battle report, the Governor was ecstatic. Unexpectedly, the mighty Mingren was stopped in Santa Ana, and he paid a painful price.

According to Lionel, General Ming looked at the Santa Ana Fortress, tears of humiliation rolled in his eyes.

Bartolomé is satisfied: the advantage is in me!
In fact, it was the Ming army that did not attack at all, and Lionel did not dare to say that the [-] heavy cavalry were gone, but only vaguely said that it was the [-] army.

"Okay... hiccup!"

Bartolomé wiped the margarine on the corner of his mouth with a napkin, burped comfortably, couldn't help rubbing his beloved goatee, and smiled to the staff who were accompanying the meal,
"In my opinion, if the Ming people can't break into Santa Ana, Paul's book "The Great Ming Threat Theory" doesn't have to be printed..."

It turned out that although Paul died, his "The Great Ming Threat Theory" was originally brought to Mexico by Bartolomé.

"Based on Paul's views, maybe it can bring a lot of fun to the citizens of Madrid!"

"Sounds right, print [-] copies for the citizens of Madrid to have fun!"

"If we were in the Philippines back then, we might not have been able to reach Dongning Island in the Ming Dynasty and capture the little emperor alive!"

"I heard that when the Ming Dynasty conquered the Philippine colony, there was only one small island!"

"Thanks to the young emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he didn't meet our wise governor."

Governor Bartolomé clapped hands and laughed with all his staff, and the hall was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

But in a corner they didn't notice, an Aztec servant who was kneeling on the ground cleaning the floor quietly took out a pen and paper, and recorded all this.

People from the Mayan Revival Society had already been lurking beside them.

And they don't even know that there is a saying in the far east: If you tell a good joke today, you will have enough bullets tomorrow!

Don't even have to wait until tomorrow.

Start living in fear today.

Just as Bartolomé and the others were imagining the wonderful prospect of counterattacking the Daming Jinshan Governor-General after defending the Ming army, a pale-faced messenger ran in.

He ignored the Aztec servants who were mopping the floor, and rushed to the dining table like a gust of wind: "Your Excellency, there is a major military situation, urgent information from San Juan!"

"San Juan?"

Governor Bartolomé was a little stunned, like the beginning of the holy word, in New Spain there are eight hundred if not one thousand.

But after thinking about it for a while, Bartolomé remembered that the San Juan the soldiers were talking about was a small town about 44 kilometers away from Mexico City.

San Juan was the place where slaves lived in the nearby mining area. In order to prevent the Aztec slaves from rebelling, more than 2000 Spanish soldiers were deployed there.

Bartolomé asked impatiently: "What happened to San Juan? Are the Aztecs rebelling again? Why have the Aztecs rebelled more recently?"

"Did Cordoba play foolishly with an Aztec woman and not know how to use his musket?"

"No, that's not the case... His Excellency Colonel Cordoba has returned to the embrace of the Lord!"

The messenger handed over the battle report, and quickly explained, "Just half a day ago, the identity of the first team could not be confirmed, but the suspected Ming army suddenly appeared outside the city of San Juan, and their firepower was extremely fierce..."

"What? Didn't San Juan have two thousand soldiers, and Cordoba died in battle under the protection of two thousand soldiers?"

Bartolomé asked in shock, he knew Cordoba, he was so timid, if he died in battle, it must be because the soldiers had collapsed.

"Your Excellency Governor... no..."

The orderly looked constipated, and said falteringly, "Colonel Cordoba was enjoying the Iberian ham at that time, he cut off a bone-in part, and paired it with delicious wine!"

"Then when the Ming artillery shells fell, Colonel Cordoba was trying to gnaw the last bit of meat off the bone-in ham and the tragedy happened...

"In short, Colonel Córdoba finally suffocated!"

Bartolomé slapped the table, furious, "Simply put, this guy choked to death on a ham bone, didn't he?"

Without personally commanding them, these officers are nothing but idiots, corrupted by Aztec women, and they can't even understand Iberian ham!

Bartolomé believes that Iberian ham should be sliced ​​thinly and eaten with fruits such as honeydew melon, pineapple, cantaloupe, etc., so that the taste is refreshing.

Would Cordoba choke to death if he ate so gracefully?

Wait, now is not the time to think about how to eat, I have already hit San Juan, the Santa Ana Fortress, it should not be lost!

No wonder there is no news from Santa Ana except for the battle report. Could it be that the entire army was wiped out?
The messenger remained silent, and Bartolomé asked again: "How did those Ming people slip into San Juan? Forget it, these are not important, where are they now?"

"Your Excellency, according to Colonel Cordoba's adjutant, the Ming army did not launch a full-scale attack after showing off their might with shells, but bypassed San Juan... The target seems to be Mexico City!"

"what?"

Bartolomé was completely terrified, so he might be coming to the city tomorrow.

"Then how many are they?"

"Probably at least 2 people"

Bartolomé fainted.

"Your Excellency the Governor!"

In the palace that was originally full of joy, there was an instant chaos.

(End of this chapter)