open sea

Chapter 745 They
Acapulco is the largest trading port on the west coast of Asia.

In the past, this Spanish galleon carrying China and the South Seas was loaded with silver, and now it communicates the connection between New Spain and Peru. Its status is equal to that of Lima in Peru, and it is undoubtedly the most important port.

But stripped of this glamorous identity, this is a small fishing village with armed forts and garrison guards.

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

The coastline of any continent in the world is vast, but it is not so easy to find a suitable landing place.

On the deck of the tall warship, the flag troops gathered on the starboard side, struggling to push the rolls of blue tents off the side of the ship, covering the hull and hanging into the sea.

Taking advantage of the high tide at night, two warships with lowered sails docked end to end near the coast, drawing out a [-]-foot-long shielding line.

Spears pierced the beach one after another, propped up the yellow tent, and blocked the view from the south. A small flag officer led his subordinates to take off the green shawl wrapping his upper body in the bushes at the end of the beach, and then led the The subordinates dug a sandpit to accommodate the body at intervals of several steps to the south of the beach tent, and were on duty facing the direction of Acapulco.

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

As the morning approached, the ebb tide grounded two huge warships on the beach. The resting bannermen gave low-pressure cheers, and the tent on the starboard side of the warship was pulled up. The color of the beach looked at it again and again, and finally decided to spread the blue brick-colored tent produced by the Jizhen Military Bureau on the starboard side of the ship.

It was not the same color, but it was the closest to the color of the beach just after low tide among the tents they carried.

On the port side of the warship, the situation was much better. The flag army laid wooden piles of different depths in steps outside the beach at the bottom of the ship as a support, and the wide wooden bridge used in the boarding battle was laid on it to form a slope. Yu Jin's heavy naval gun was mounted on the gun carriage, and it was slowly slid down by the rope that lifted the sail.

Without a trestle, it would be difficult for the artillery to follow the flag army to land smoothly. This is the only way to do it, but in this way, the two warships will be stranded on the beach for a whole day.

The charcoal ash was blowing towards the face with the salty sea breeze. Lin Manjue turned his helmet upside down, and blocked the fire ash with the blue cotton iron sheet of the sun and moon embroidered dragon cover on the outside. He looked away from the unloaded cannon and looked around. A hundred paces away is not a dense forest.

Passing through the hundred-step dense forest, on the other side is a wide official road, which allows artillery to be quickly dispatched to the port near the port under the drag of mules and horses.

He only did two things in his whole day's work, moving 36 artillery pieces ranging from [-] to [-] kilograms by [-] steps, and deployed defenses here with his subordinates to prevent the movements from being discovered by the port defenders.

Although it looks dangerous, the job is actually very easy. If it weren't for the fact that the nearest trading port is the landing place five miles to the north, and Chen Mu hoped that it would be safe, Lin Manjue even planned to propose to Chen Mu that his subordinates take advantage of the Night landed a mile north and south of the harbor.

Even if there is no suitable landing point, you can land with a small boat, and you can attack the port after landing.

But Chen Mu chose a more secure decision, first bombarding the port towers and shore forts with naval artillery at sea, creating conditions for Lin Manjue's troops to attack the port. Can.

Hei Kongang with a gourd hanging from his waist came down from the boat, holding a stack of clothes in both hands, and carefully put them aside, then sat on the sand and said softly, "General, you can change clothes as soon as the sun comes out."

Lin Manjue nodded, raised his hand and poured a handful of wet sand on the fire. The temperature difference between day and night is huge here, especially when it is very cold to spend the night on the beach on the coast, and the thick military uniform cannot be worn during the day.

"General, we are going to attack Mexico City, Daming, will we continue to enslave, enslave them?"

Lin Manjue turned his head: "They?"

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

"We have many tribes. My people died in wars and diseases. The subordinates refer to those who believed in the gods of the Westerners after they were conquered."

The Aztecs seem to be more like the Spaniards. In the eyes of the Ming people, it is their own freedom to believe in anything. China has been separated from church and state since ancient times, but this is not the case for the aborigines in this land. They believe in gods, and they seem to be more capable. Understand European conquest.

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

It also objectively makes them easier to be conquered.

Any country in the world can be defeated, but conquest is not the same as defeat.

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

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

"I'm just a general who obeys orders. Maybe after this victory, I will become the deputy commander-in-chief stationed in one place? What you said is something that the adults in the court and the central government consider, and I can't control it."

"But the Westerners want your land, soul, and life. Whether you want it or not, Daming will be better off—in a way that is more acceptable to you."

Hei King Kong has not yet learned how to flexibly use the self-proclaimed words such as "subordinate, humble job, subordinate" and so on, and it is not so easy to talk, he said: "Better?"

"Well, it's better. Daming doesn't want your souls, but His Majesty wants this thousand miles of land. If the battle goes well, it will be good for you. At least you will be citizens, not slaves."

"Da Ming is not their kind of country bumpkin, as if there is no one else but them. We will treat livestock as people, but we will not treat people as livestock."

"Stop thinking about it."

Lin Manjue curled up his gray beard, and smiled at Hei Jingang: "This time we need to rely on your guidance to attack the Westerners of Mexico City. At that time, the old man will show merit to Chen Shuai for you. Maybe you can use the skills of the Ming general Identity continues to fight in this land."

"As for the future, I'm afraid Chen Shuai hasn't thought about what to do now. Maybe you will be able to decide how they will choose and how they will live when the Ming army sweeps in."

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)