Invincible urban management

[-]. The Power of the United Front

With the help of his personal servant, the one-eyed Narvaez struggled out of the tent tremblingly on crutches, intending to get some air.

Although the injury on the leg was not too serious, no tendons or bones were injured, but due to the sudden loss of one eye, he could not maintain his balance as easily as before, and his body was weak, so Narvaez still It was very hard to walk, and I was out of breath and sweating profusely after walking a few steps.

However, according to his experience, it is God's blessing that he can still struggle to survive after suffering such a serious injury.

Sitting on a rock, Narvaez took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.Looking around, the remnants of the expedition that escaped from Port Veracruz with him are also sitting or lying down gathered here.Roughly counting the heads, there are more than 300 left in total.

Alas, what a complete failure!

In fact, the survival of so many people is also due to the miraculous ointments and pills provided by the Chinese, as well as the medicinal liquid stored in glass tubes that seem to contain magical powers. Relying on these things, many original wound infections The pus was so bad that the wounded, who he thought were hopeless, were out of danger in just a few days. They could already struggle to get up for a walk, and drank porridge by themselves with wooden spoons and coconut shell bowls.

And when fighting in Cuba Island and Europe, Navaez once saw with his own eyes that a team of one hundred killed only five people on the battlefield, but after the battle, the wound was infected and festered. More than 30 died...

The only troublesome thing is that before the rescue, the Chinese always force everyone to take a bath over and over again. They have to rub each person until a layer of dirt falls off. They don’t seem to know that after taking a bath It will easily allow evil spirits to invade the body. Unless the doctor tells you, you must never try it lightly... Okay, now it is indeed a matter of life and death, so take a bath and take a bath!

No matter what, being able to survive is always a good thing.

He sighed, and took a bowl of hot polenta from his personal servant, and slowly put it into his mouth with a spoon.

However, although his life is safe for the time being, Narvaez is also full of confusion about what to do next.

The only port stronghold is lost, the fleet is also finished, and there are hundreds of remnants and defeated soldiers left. Even if they want to withdraw to Cuba Island, they have nowhere to go.

You can't build a few small rafts by yourself and just want to cross the surging sea eastward!

What's more, even if he escaped successfully, how should he explain to Governor Velasquez?He was never a generous man.

Moreover, it wasn't pirates or traitors who attacked him, but a Spanish regular army who was also loyal to King Carlos!

Navaez really never even dreamed that a Spanish fleet would open fire on him when there was no civil war in the country!

What kind of soup was fed by Cortes on the Hispaniola fleet to commit such treasonous atrocities?

Damn Cortes!

Thinking of this bastard who completely destroyed his beautiful dreams, Narvaez felt a sudden burst of burning pain from the poked blind eye, which made him moan and cover his eyes, as if Xiami hunched his body like a shrimp, and the polenta in his hand was also knocked to the ground.

Then, he found himself helped up, and a gentle voice came from his ear.

"...This...you are fine! Mr. Narvaez, do you want me to help you go back to rest?"

Narvaez raised his head with some difficulty, and then saw a dazzling bright yellow satin robe, and then vaguely recognized it with his only remaining eye. The person who came was the supreme leader of the Chinese mission, a man named The noble prince of "Horse"... This made his attitude suddenly respectful.

"...cough cough, my health is fine now! I don't need to trouble you... May I ask what your Highness is looking for?"

"...It's like this. Our army is about to break out of camp and set off soon, but seeing that you are seriously injured, I wonder if you can act with us?"

"...I'm afraid it's not possible to ride a horse, but it should be possible to have someone carry it on your back." Narvaez replied, "... May I ask where we are going?"

"...Of course, return to Veracruz Port to seek justice for the harm you have suffered!"

Director Ma replied categorically, with a sincere look on his face, under the light of the morning light, like a saint.

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A few days later, on the ruins of the scorched-earth Port of Veracruz, a forest of banners once again flew.

The two armies are facing each other at a distance here, the blades and spear points of their swords glow coldly under the scorching sun of the tropical seashore.

Although the Spanish army crossing the sea from Hispaniola was backed by warships in the harbor, in terms of momentum, it was obvious that the large and powerful Hongxiu Tizigan expeditionary force was better—all over the place. The explosion traces around the confrontation site, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood that have not yet dissipated, as well as the charred wood chips and incomplete corpses floating in the harbor... are all the opening words used by this expeditionary force to "greeting".

Between the open space where the two armies confronted each other, a long table was temporarily set up, where the leaders of the two sides were sitting to discuss how to resolve the current situation.

Looking at the group of well-dressed "Chinese officials" in front of him, as well as a Spanish nobleman wearing a black eyepatch, the commander of the Hispaniola Island Fleet, Baron Juan Gonzalez Garcia, he couldn't help thinking for a while. The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he felt that he was really under a lot of pressure.

Seriously, he wouldn't want to come here to negotiate if it was possible, even if it was just to smooth over the previous stupidity.

But... the countless scorched black bomb craters dotted all over the beach, the two "Karak"-style galleons with broken keels and lingering smoke in the harbor not far away, and the bright yellow Chinese-style silk dragon flying in front of the opposing army. The flag, and the Spanish nobleman Narvaez, who appeared in front of him in the form of a one-eyed dragon, with a face full of anger... All these made Baron Garcia have to lower his head that he thought was noble.

——Adhering to the basic concept of our party during the civil war period that "negotiations are to use cannons to speak", and the fine tradition of Chinese urban management to "lion's roar" before carrying out law enforcement, they rushed from the silver mining area to Veracruz Before Hong Kong, Director Ma had already ordered Comrade Maimaiti to assemble again, using the remaining fertilizer fuel, Laiyang steel pipes, mine explosives and family workshop detonators, to piece together thousands of simple "launch and forget" simple rockets bomb.Then, all the tents and huts built by the landing troops, the newly repaired trestle, and the two Spanish warships moored closest to the shore were all fired at the outskirts of Veracruz Port. Created a sea of ​​flames...

Bombarding Israel's Merkava tanks with civilian rockets, which are often used by Hamas armed forces, may be powerless; but it is more than enough to deal with sixteenth-century wooden sailboats—and the opponent Or a dead target anchored in the port!

After the attackers fully demonstrated their strength and revealed their identity, Baron Garcia, the commander of the Hispaniola Island fleet who stayed here, had no choice but to Come out to negotiate with trepidation—Kortesa left most of the infantry and all the cavalry to fight the Aztecs. The empty port of Vera Cruz could not withstand the attack of the powerful enemy in front of him. .

Then, Commander Garcia realized that he seemed to have heard the temptation of the devil... tempting him to abandon his comrades in arms and change course...