Chapter 757 The advantage lies with him (please subscribe!)

Author: Linjiangjun

The Mastiff was overjoyed after hearing this, so Bhidong recognized him!

Then they can only devote themselves to the Ming Dynasty even more fervently.

At night, the dead warriors trained by the Mayan Renaissance Society opened the city gate at the cost of more than a hundred lives.

Santa Ana begs for a quick victory!

In the second month of the month of Sainte-Anne, the crescent moon flag is raised.

On the fifteenth day after the fall of Santa Ana, the sun rose in Mexico City as usual.

The noble Governor of New Spain, Bartolome, was enjoying his own luxurious breakfast. The one that left the most lasting impression on his teeth was a piece of braised oxtail.

A typical delicacy from the Andalusian region.

Its main ingredients are oxtail and potatoes, stewed with various sauces, red wine and olive oil. It is a brown-red color, thick juice, fresh, spicy and salty dish.

Eating a piece of rich oxtail early in the morning, full of collagen, calories, and cholesterol, made Bartolome feel particularly comfortable, as if all his worries had melted away.

Of course, Bartolome had no worries, because the heavily guarded Santa Ana blockade achieved a major success.

According to the battle report sent to him by Leon Weir at school, Spain only paid a price of 3,000 troops to firmly hold Santa Ana.

In the letter, Leon Weier urged Bartolome not to ask for reinforcements, otherwise he would fall into the trap of the Ming people encircling the area for reinforcements.

After reading the battle report, the governor was overjoyed. He did not expect that the arrogant Akito would be stopped in Santa Ana. He paid a heavy price. He repeatedly ran into obstacles in Santa Ana and was broken into pieces.

According to Leon Weir, the Ming general looked at Santa Anna and asked for help, with tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes.

Bartolome is satisfied: the advantage is his!

In fact, the Ming army did not start attacking at all, and Leon Weier did not dare to say that there were no three thousand heavy cavalry, but he dared to vaguely say that there were no three thousand land forces.

"Well...burp!"

Bartolome wiped the margarine from the corner of his mouth with a napkin, burped comfortably, couldn't help but rub his cruel goat's beard, and laughed at the aides who were dining beside him,

"In his opinion, if the Ming Dynasty cannot break into Santa Ana, Paul's book "Theory of the Ming Threat" does not need to be printed..."

It turned out that although Paul died, his "Theory on the Ming Threat" was originally brought to Mexico by Bartolome.

“Based on Paul’s views, maybe they can bring a lot of fun to the citizens of Madrid!”

"That makes sense. Print 10,000 copies for the citizens of Madrid to enjoy!"

"Please tell me if they were in the Philippines and said they could not attack Dongning Island in the Ming Dynasty and capture the little emperor alive!"

"I heard that when the Ming Dynasty invaded the Philippines, there was a small island!"

"Thankfully the young emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not meet their wise governor."

Governor Bartolome and all his staff clapped their hands and laughed, and the hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

In a corner that they didn't notice, an Aztec slave kneeling on the floor cleaning the floor had already quietly taken out a pen and paper and recorded everything.

People from the Mayan Renaissance Society had already been lurking around them.

And they don’t even know that there is a saying in the far east: If you tell a good joke tomorrow, you will have enough bullets tomorrow!

You don't even have to wait until tomorrow.

You have to start living in fear tomorrow.

Just when Bartolome and others were thinking about the wonderful prospect of counterattacking the Jinshan Governor-General of the Ming Dynasty after defending against the Ming army, a pale-faced messenger ran in.

He ignored the Aztec slaves who were mopping the floor and ran to the dining table like a gust of wind: "East of the Burnt Governor's Pavilion, major military information, urgent information from San Juan!"

"San Juan?"

Governor Bartolome was a little stunned. Like the place where the word "holy" begins, there are not only one thousand but also eight hundred in New Spain.

After thinking about it for a while, Bartolome remembered that the San Juan mentioned by the soldiers was a small town about forty-four kilometers away from Mexico City.

San Juan was a place where slaves lived in the nearby mining areas to prevent the Aztec slaves from rebelling. There were probably more than 2,000 Spanish soldiers deployed there.

Bartolome asked impatiently: "What happened in San Juan? Are the Aztecs rebelling again? Why have the Aztecs rebelled so much recently?"

"Is Cordoba so stupid as to play with the Aztec woman that she doesn't know how to use her own musket?"

"No, no, that's the case... Cordoba is in the east corner of the campus. He has returned to the embrace of the Lord!"

The messenger handed over the battle report, and Lian went to explain, "Just half a day ago, a group whose identity could not be determined, but was suspected to be a Ming army suddenly appeared outside San Juan City, and their firepower was extremely fierce..."

"What? Didn't San Juan have two thousand soldiers, and Cordoba died in the battle just like that under the protection of two thousand soldiers?"

Bartolome asked in shock if he knew Cordoba, and he was a coward asking for his life. If he died in the battle, then surely the soldiers would collapse.

"The east side of Burnt Governor Pavilion...it's true..."

The messenger had a constipated expression on his face and said hesitantly, "At that time, Cordoba was enjoying Iberian ham in school. He cut off a bone-in part and paired it with delicious wine!"

“Then when the Ming army’s artillery shells fell in the east, Cordoba’s correctional officer was trying to eat the last bit of meat from the bone-in ham, and then tragedy happened...

"Burned, Cordoba suffocated to death in front of school!"

Bartolome slapped the table, furious, "To put it simply, did that guy choke to death on the ham bone?"

Without his personal command, those officers would have been useless, corrupted by the Aztec women, and they could not even eat Iberian ham!

Bartolome believes that Iberian ham should be cut into thin slices and eaten with fruits such as honeydew melon, pineapple, cantaloupe, etc., so that it tastes refreshing.

Cordoba asked if he could eat so elegantly like him, would he choke to death?

Wait, now that I have eaten as much as I want, I have already hit San Juan. Santa Ana is asking for help. Isn’t it lost?

No wonder there is no news about Santa Anna except for that battle report. Could it be that the entire army was wiped out?

The messenger was silent, and Bartolome asked again: "How did those Ming people sneak to San Juan? Forget it, I don't ask again, where are they now?"

"East of the Burnt Governor's Pavilion, according to Cordoba's adjutant at the school, it seems that after the Ming army showed off its power with artillery shells, they did not launch a full-scale attack, but instead bypassed San Juan... The target seemed to be Mexico City!

"

"ah?"

Bartolome was completely frightened, so the army would be coming to the east of the city tomorrow.

"Then how many are there?"

"There are at least 20,000 people in Cocoa"

Bartolome fainted at first.

"East of Burnt Governor Pavilion!"

Outside the palace, which was originally full of joy, there was an instant chaos.
Chapter completed!