Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1298 There is no second day

   "Sir Francisco, if you go further, you will arrive at Tianjin Wei."

  Wang Xizuo held a telescope and looked around. Sometimes he looked down at the chart, and sometimes he kept writing and drawing on the map with a pencil.

  Sir Francisco cheered up, and after more than half a year of sailing, he finally paid off.

He glanced at Wang Xizuo appreciatively: "Very well, once you succeed, you will become a hero, and the king will receive you again, and may even give you a knight title. At that time, you will become a regular visitor in the salon, where we can Let’s do healing together that’s good for the mind and body.”

  Wang Xizuo: "..."

Still there, he quickly calmed down: "Tianjin Wei has two suitable ports for landing, one is here, this is Dagukou, and this is Tanggu. The Dagukou is where the river enters the sea, and the terrain is flat. It is the most favorable landing point."

  Francisco Jueshi nodded and nodded. He held down the hilt of his sword at his waist and stood as straight as a javelin: "Are you sure, you don't have enough naval strength here."

   "Most of their ships have gone to sea. The Ming Empire has never been prepared for enemies from the sea. For them, their real enemy is in the north."

   After listening, Francisco squeezed his chin and nodded. Wang Xizuo's words were consistent with the news brought back by many priests who sneaked into the Ming Empire.

   "So, can we get here before dawn tomorrow, and then..."

  Francisco clenched his fists, and then made a gesture of beating the enemy.

  Wang Xizuo seemed hesitant: "Actually, I suggest attacking at noon."

   "Noon?" Francisco looked surprised.

Wang Xizuo said seriously: "The army in the east has the habit of being on duty at night. They will have troops on duty at night...their night watch system is very strict. This is because they do not have a special castle guard to prevent night raids, but adopt Relatively simple city walls, even in many places, there are no city walls, at least in the pass. But it is different at noon. The Han people have to take a lunch break at noon. After lunch, this period is precisely when they are the weakest At this time, launching an attack at this time will definitely catch them off guard."

  Wang Xizuo's answer made Francisco feel incredible.

  At this moment, he couldn't help but began to doubt Wang Xizuo's integrity.

  In this world, there has never been an army that attacked the enemy at noon in broad daylight.

   This is an insult to Francisco's IQ.

Francisco frowned: "It's impossible, even if it's a nap, but...it's too conspicuous, sir, I'm skeptical of your words, I still think it's most correct to attack at dawn choose."

  Wang Xizuo thought to himself, it's really dangerous, death almost passed him by, he thought that he had gained complete trust, but who would have expected that he would be careless.

  Attack at noon...

  This is indeed a bit of a fool's feeling.

  But Wang Xizuo was also anxious.

   Bringing people here, if Tianjin Wei suffers any major losses, his house will be gone.

  I don't want to go to any salon, not at all, he even started to hate his skin color, and he hates himself as a Frenchman.

  Taking a deep breath, Wang Xizuo said with a smile: "Sir, everything is as you wish, we will attack at dawn."

  Sir Francisco's face softened, he might not be really suspicious of Wang Xizuo, but he just felt that what Wang Xizuo said was just a fantasy.

   Moments later, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. Here, there are countless people, countless treasures, and countless gold and silver.

  If I conquer this place, then... I will become the richest person in the world.

   Immediately afterwards, he urgently summoned all the officers and issued an order to prepare for battle.

  The sky gradually dimmed.

  Countless ships walk on the ocean like ghosts.

  Wang Xizuo hid in the cabin, he seemed very anxious.

  Did they... get their letters?

  If it is not received, then... what will happen.

  Even if they receive it, they cannot predict when the fleet will arrive. What if they ignore it?

  Thinking of this... Wang Xizuo couldn't help rubbing his abdomen.

   He is hungry.

No, he wasn't actually hungry, because he had already eaten three pieces of white bread, a piece of bacon, and a glass of wine for his dinner, but... the glutton in his stomach still hooked up, the closer he was to Daming, He began to miss more and more the taste of many foods.

  In Beijing, it was his happiest day.

   There, he had no worries about food and clothing, and received two salaries.

  He bought a house.

  Even... He also married a wife who was married to Ming Media.

  He has a daughter.

  He has learned Chinese and has been able to read poems and songs.

  Even…he loves to read quest journals.

  In the search periodicals, he saw the heliocentric theory.

   This is undoubtedly explosive news for him.

  It turns out that the ground under my feet is a round ball.

  It turns out that the earth revolves around the sun.

   So... what a horrible thing.

  If so, does it mean that God does not exist at all?

   This is already a wavering of faith.

   But he saw people experimenting one by one.

  The ship of Ming Dynasty, around the earth, actually completed a week of voyage.

   This made him start to feel fascinated by seeking journals.

  Even… he's also interested in surgery.

  In the past two or three years, he arrived in Xiyang from Daming, and then went to Franji, and he returned to his hometown.

  But... the farther away he was, the more his heart ached.

   This is a dark journey, as if walking in the night and ignorance.

He was forced to attend all kinds of salons, eat hard-to-eat so-called "good things" with them, and listen to someone singing hymns devoutly, but what he thought about in his mind was the side stove, the beautiful , has no theological color, only the poems and songs of personal emotions.

  Now... I am back.

  What kind of fate will I face?

  ...

  The ship...was rocking.

  Under the ship, there are angry waves in the night.

  The sky is pitch black, without stars and moons.

   But after a while, suddenly, the sky seemed to suddenly open a line.

  A ray of light burst out from that thread and fell on the world.

   Outside the cabin, there were countless cheers.

   Immediately afterwards, the excited Sir Francisco kicked open Wang Xizuo's hatch: "We have arrived, we have arrived at the location, there is a city and a port."

  he said...

   gave the order.

   "Children, attack, kill them, this place... belongs to you!"

  …

   Numerous landing craft were put down.

  The sailors cheered and began to land in full armor.

   Ships washed up on the beach with the tide.

   Their eyes are blood red, this is the look of YUWANG and greed intertwined.

  They followed the ship and conquered half the world, and now they came here with the ship to conquer the other end of this huge continent.

   "Report, we have been discovered, they have a lighthouse, and the Ming army on land is ready."

   "What..." Sir Francisco trembled.

  He saw the huge lighthouse at the port. On the lighthouse was a raging flame, illuminating half of the sky.

   Then he saw the land, as if there was a military camp there, and then they lit a group of flames, God knows whether they were bonfires or torches.

  Francisco Peerless was annoyed, but he gritted his teeth: "Attack, attack!"

  The heroic Spanish army only attacked and did not retreat.

  The most important thing is that all come.

   "You are right, sir." Sir Francisco patted Wang Xizuo on the shoulder: "We should choose to attack at noon, but it's a pity that I didn't listen to your suggestion. It's a pity."

  Wang Xizuo opened his mouth wider than an egg.

  It seems that...

  It seems that...

  Tianjin Wei was already prepared.

  He almost cried and shouted hooray.

  However, he couldn't help it anymore, and he also looked regretful: "Sir, now, it's too late to regret."

  Sir Francisco cheered up. He looked at the lighthouse in the distance and seemed to be thinking that when Francisco the Conqueror occupied this place, he would destroy this one and then erect his own statue here.

   "Attack..." he growled.

   Countless ships rushed to the coastline, and soldiers began to gather on the beach.

  The well-trained Spanish soldiers are all elites. They have experienced many battles and have good qualities.

  Their gunpowder has been stuffed into the gunpowder, the bullets have been loaded, and the matchlock has also been stuffed into the gunpowder. They carry their bags, hold the muskets in both hands, and hang swords around their waists, and quickly start to gather.

  Sir Francisco and Wang Xizuo also went ashore.

  The flag of the King of Spain has been raised.

  They all wore shiny iron armor and oval iron helmets on their heads.

  1,200 arquebus soldiers took their positions.

  Six hundred sword and shield soldiers and spearmen are also in place.

  More than two hundred soldiers even used boats to unload dozens of cannons. They pulled the cannons out of breath and went ashore.

Just ten years ago, the same Spanish infantry regiment, more than 6,000 of them, was defeated by nearly 20,000 French troops in Cerignola. More than a thousand famous Swiss mercenaries.

This battle is called the Battle of Cerignola. After this battle, Spain relied on its excellent matchlock guns and excellent soldiers to rule the roost of Franz, and even forced the French to fight against the Habsburgs. Choose to make peace with the Pagan Ottomans.

   Now, the same army, after more than half a year of sailing, has arrived here, and the battle has begun.

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  (end of this chapter)