Acapulco is the largest trading port on the west coast of Asia.

In the past, this Spanish sailboat carrying China and the South Ocean voyage was loaded with silver. Now it communicates the connection between New Spain and Peru, and its status is flush with Lima in Peru, and it is undoubtedly the most important port.

But stripping away from this glamorous identity, this is a small fishing village, a small fishing village with armed forts and guards.

Five miles north of Acapulco Port, close to the coast where Shao Tingda landed. This time the Ming army who came here still chose this place as the landing place.

Any continental coastline in the world is vast, but it is not that easy to find a suitable landing place.

On the deck of the tall warship, the flag troops gathered on the starboard side and struggled to push a roll of blue tent cloth down from the side of the ship, covering the hull and hanging into the sea.

Taking advantage of the high tide at night, the two warships that had lowered their sails were connected to each other and stopped near the coast, pulling out a thirty-foot-long shelter line.

Spears pierced into the beach, propped up the yellow tent cloth, blocking the view from the south. A small flag officer led his subordinates to take off his upper green shawl-wrapped head cloth from the bushes at the end of the beach, and then led his subordinates to dig a sand pit to accommodate his body several steps from the south of the tent cloth, facing the direction of Acapulco.

Behind them, more guerrilla flag troops from Lin Manjue's troops worked in the dark, unloaded the wooden piles and fences carried on the ship, and arranged blocking defense lines and retreat points on the spot.

As the morning approached, the low tide stranded two huge warships on the beach. The resting flag army cheered low pressure. The tent cloth on the starboard side of the warship was pulled up, but the following several flag army seemed to be in trouble. They looked at the color of the beach at the bottom of the ship and finally decided to lay the blue brick tent cloth produced from the Jizhen Military Weapon Bureau on the starboard side of the ship.

The colors are not the same, but this is the closest tent cloth they carry to the beach color just after the tide fades.

On the port side of the warship, the situation was much better. The flag army laid wooden stakes of varying depths outside the beach at the bottom of the ship as support. The wide wooden bridge used in the boarding battle laid on it to form a slope. The heavy naval gun weighing more than 2,000 kilograms on the ship was loaded on the cannon truck and slowly slid down with a rope that lifted the sails.

Without a pier, it is difficult for artillery to follow the flag army smoothly to land. This is the only way to do it. However, since then, the two warships will have to be stranded on the beach for a whole day.

The charcoal ash blew towards the face with the salty sea breeze. Lin Manjue turned his helmet down and used the blue cotton iron neck embroidered with the sun and moon dragon on the outside to block the charcoal ash. His eyes moved away from the unloaded cannon and looked at the forest that was not dense four hundred steps away.

After passing through the dense forest of hundreds of steps, there is a wide official road on the other side, which allows artillery to be quickly dispatched to the port under the drag of mules and horses.

He only did two things throughout his work, allowing thirty-six artillery pieces ranging from 600 to 2500 kilograms to move 500 steps, and arranged defenses with his subordinates here to prevent the action from being discovered by the port defenders.

Although it seems dangerous, the job is actually very easy. If it weren't for the nearest near the trading port, the landing site five miles away from the north and Chen Mu's hopes of being safe, Lin Manjue even planned to suggest to Chen Mu that his subordinates would land one mile away from the harbor while the night was dark.

Even if you don’t have a suitable landing point, you can log in by boat. By logging in, you can launch an attack on the port.

But Chen Mu chose a more prudent decision, first bombarding the port towers and shore artillery at sea with ship guns, creating conditions for Lin Manjue's troops to invade the port. If it is discovered on the way, then land artillery cannons will be fired, and then the guerrilla flag army will sweep it.

Black King Kong with golden gourd hanging from his waist came down from the boat, holding a stack of clothes in both hands, came over and placed it carefully beside him, then sat on the sand and whispered: "General, the sun will come out later and you can change your clothes."

Lin Manjue nodded, raised his hand and poured a handful of wet sand on the fire. The temperature difference between day and night is large, especially on the coastal beach, it is extremely cold, and the thick military uniform cannot be worn during the day.

"General, we are going to attack Mexico City. Will the Ming Dynasty continue to enslave them?"

Lin Manjue turned his head: "They?"

Black King Kong learned Chinese and lived in Ming for a few years. He wore Ming army armor and used Ming-made golden gourds, but Lin Manjue never thought Black King Kong would use the word "they" to describe Asian natives.

"We have many tribes, and my people died in war and illness. They refer to those who believe in Western gods after being conquered."

The Aztecs seemed to be more accustomed to the Spanish. In the eyes of the Ming people, believing in everything is their own freedom. China has been separated from church and state since ancient times, but the indigenous people of this land were not like this. They believed in gods and seemed to be able to understand the conquest of Europeans better.

In this land that has not been connected with the outside world for thousands of years, they conquered each other. The conquered ones will lose their own gods and believe in other people's gods. This tradition makes conquered natural.

It also objectively makes them more likely to be conquered.

Any country in the world will be defeated, but conquest is different from defeat.

"Or can they also be like me, believe in the emperor, work for the Ming army, and pay military salaries?"

Lin Manjue seemed to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He silently covered the fire with moist sand piece by piece, slapped the sand on his hands and said, "I don't know either."

"I am just a general who obeys orders. Maybe after this victory, I will become the deputy general stationed in the first place? What you are talking about is what the adults in the court are considering, and I can't control it either."

"But the Westerners want your land, souls and lives, whether you want it or not, the Ming Dynasty will be better - in a way that is easier for you to accept."

Black King Kong has not been able to flexibly use the self-proclaimed that Mingren can easily call such as "Subordinates, low-ranking positions, and subordinates". It seems not so easy to talk, and said, "Better?"

"Well, better. The Ming Dynasty doesn't want your soul. Your Majesty wants this country. If the battle goes well, it will be a good thing for you. At least you will be people, not slaves."

"The Ming Dynasty is not the kind of local buns they have. It seems that there is no one else except them. We will treat livestock as humans, but we will not treat people as livestock."

"Don't think about it."

Lin Manjue closed his slightly white beard and smiled at Black King Kong, "This time, the attack on the Westerners, will rely more on your guidance. At that time, I will show you the merits of Chen Shuai. Maybe you can continue to fight in this land as a general of the Ming Dynasty."

"As for the future, I'm afraid that Chen Shuai hasn't figured out what to do now. Maybe you can decide when the Ming army is sweeping over, how they choose and how they live."
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