Bernard stood on the terrace of the Governor's Mansion holding a corner of the Imperial Banner. The view here is very good, facing the vast weapons square in Mexico City.

If it is daytime, from this location, you can see the construction of the cathedral opposite by looking over the fortress in the middle of the square.

But at this time the bright moon was hanging high, and Bernal could only see the guards patrolling the dark streets in the distance.

This morning, the new nobleman near Tasco, who was also the planter of the land, sent his stupid mixed-race servant who rode his horse all night to Mexico City.

The servant reported that a dozen soldiers broke into his plantation at the foot of the mountain, killed several slaves, burned two pieces of cotton fields, and snatched some insignificant tobacco.

For all this, Sanchez hopes that Bernard can hang the dozen soldiers in Tasco - a city standing on the plateau.

Spain captured the capital of the Aztecs and sent explorers to search for gold mines throughout the New World. No gold mines were found in Tasco, but a large number of silver, zinc and copper mines were found there. The immigrant wave rushed in, making it the earliest plateau city in Central America that flourished on silver.

Tasco is only seventeen miles away from Mexico City, or two hundred miles away.

That stupid Sanchez wouldn't start his brain and think about it, why are there chaotic troops so close to Mexico City?

News of worse at noon came back. Early this morning, a defeated army of sixty-four mixed-race soldiers passed by Tasco again. This time they had clear goals and attacked a silver mine, killed the twelve soldiers supervised in the mine, controlled more than 800 Indian miners, pulled the unprocessed silver ore a full ton and a half in a carriage, intending to go north.

The reason for the plan was that before they left Tasco, they were caught up by another group of defeated troops. One asked to spread the silver mine equally, and the other was unwilling. Both sides watched the magnificent Tasco hit it off, and left the ore carriage to assemble troops to sweep the six plantations outside the city.

Coincidentally, the bad news was not only that the collapsed troops were in chaos in the northwest of Mexico City, but had received a message in the north a few days ago, and retreated from the Bernard Legion to the south. Three of the four fortress garrisons left on the main road retreated due to insufficient troops and fearing the intimidation of the Indian tribes assembled their troops.

Another person had not retreated and wanted to send a letter to let their team of twenty-five people be gone. The wooden tower was demolished, leaving only a high-platz mound of Indians next to it.

Just now, the moon rose into the sky, and Bernard finally got completely conclusive and accurate news.

One of the culprits that caused the Northern Indian tribes to assemble troops, Herrera and the entire mixed-race legion led by him have been annihilated.

The reason why Bernard firmly believed that the legion was annihilated was because the battle had been over for six days, and only three people returned to Mexico City alive.

These three lucky ones are the company captain Gomez who was almost killed by mutiny after being defeated by accusing his subordinates of wages, the barber of Gomez's company and the loyal entourage of the company commander Gomez. At the same time, his entourage is also a cripple who has not yet been used to.

The thigh was cut by Ming cavalry and the wound was rotten like Spanish ham that was opened. The cripples who ran back, and the healthy defeated troops had not yet come back - this must not come back!

The lonely smoke was spit out from Bernard's mouth and nose. He swallowed a sip of wine from the Iberian Peninsula, stared at the dark red liquid in the glass, suddenly pursed his lips and leaned out of the railing, and turned around and took a bottle of rum that looked like it was tattered from the wine cabinet.

I lowered my head and filled it up, and didn't drink it, but just looked down. The rum in the silver cup was dark amber color under the torch, making people unconsciously dazed.

Until the shoulders were covered with a blanket of Ottoman crafts.

Just as Bernard came from the prominent duke family in Spain, his wife also had a prominent background, from the Bohemia Kingdom under the rule of Habsburg, Austria, but because the family believed in Calvinism, Spain had no right to speak.

The wife didn't say anything, Bernard sighed, still looking at the sparks of patrolling guards on the dark streets, and said, "I used to think Almansa was a coward, it's a pity that I seemed to be wrong."

"Have you finished listening to the battle report?" The wife stood behind Bernard and took his wine glass and said, "You don't like drinking this - although it makes people happy, the commander needs to have a clear mind before the battle. I heard that the battle report only talks about the Ming army appearing on the battlefield, so you pushed the door and left."

Bernard turned his head and looked at his wife, drooping his eyelids and said, "Herrera is setting up a formation in Shandong, and the Ming army appears from behind the battlefield. There is nothing to continue listening."

"You should continue to listen. They had a huge difference in the description of the military strength of the Ming army. The captain said there were seven or eight thousand people, and the followers also said seven or eight thousand, but his barber said that the army only gathered more than one thousand infantry behind the back, without spears or artillery, and even the Swedish phalanx."

Bernal chuckled and said, "That's impossible. Although Herrera is a bastard, his Peru often can fight against the siege of thousands of Indians with hundreds of people, and hold on until reinforcements feel defeated them."

"His legion has twenty knights and more than one hundred light cavalry. Without spears, they will not only be unable to resist the phalanx, but also be unable to guard against cavalry. One hundred light cavalry can kill hundreds of people."

His wife nodded and said, "It is true. The barber said that they had always had an advantage. The cavalry once trampled on the Ming army's front and dragged the knights until the Ming army's cavalry arrived... The barber knew nothing about what happened later."

Bernard turned his head, holding the corner of the Emperor's Mingqi tightly in his hand, with the deepest doubt hidden in his eyes, and asked, "Would you like to believe the words of the barber instead of trusting the captain and his entourage?"

Some people later said that war is a mathematical problem, but in fact mathematics cannot solve all the problems of war.

War is a group of people who have their own ulterior motives, each holding the information they know to deduce the unknown, and making the next decision based on the deduced unknown.

As the commander of the legion who obeyed orders for a long time, Bernard has not yet fully grasped the ability to screen the overall situation, but he still has a wife who can solve the problem.

The wife said: "The defeated officers will exaggerate the enemy, but no one is willing to reduce the size of the enemy they defeated, unless the Ming army has six thousand cavalry... Otherwise, I would rather believe the words of the barber. The Ming army attacking Bernard was an army of 1,200 infantry and 300 cavalry."

This number of cavalry is already very high in general army.

Bernard's eyes lit up as he listened to his wife's analysis, which made sense.
Chapter completed!