"Two, you guys, wait for a moment here, and the Marquis will come back later!"

A servant arranged Castro, Mitchell and others into a tent and gave instructing him, then walked out of the tent.

Castro squinted his eyes and kept watching the servants leave the tent before turning to the two officers next to him and said, "Mitchell, Preston, you two follow me all the way. How do you feel about this Ming army?"

Mitchell said with a serious expression: "Hisser Colonel, this Ming army is very different from the army we have seen in the past, and is even different from the Mongolian cavalry we saw under the city of Apari. If I could describe it, I can only say that they are very powerful. If there is no need, we should not be enemies of such an army. This is my opinion."

"Preston, where are you?"

"My opinion is the same as Mitchell." Another officer also smiled bitterly: "Actually, from the moment I stepped into Rawag, I felt the power of this Ming army. Whether it is their weapons, military appearance and discipline are the only ones I have seen in my life. To put it bluntly, they are more like an army of a civilized country than us."

After hearing the words of the two subordinates, Castro frowned and sat in the chair without saying a word.

Mitchell and Preston looked at Castro with some anxiety. Although they were talking about their hearts, they were also afraid that they would anger the boss for this.

At this time, the curtain was opened, and a female soldier in a grass-green military uniform walked in, holding a tray in her hand. After coming in, she placed three cups of tea in front of the three of them, and then she was about to go out.

"Miss, please wait a moment."

After seeing the appearance of the female soldier, Castro, who was originally thinking about his concern, suddenly shouted, and then the female soldier stopped, turned his head and looked at Castro curiously, "What else do you have?"

Mitchell and Preston were also surprised at this time, because Castro was in their native language when he was asking questions just now, and the female soldier spoke in a correct Spanish language.

After curious, Mitchell looked carefully and realized that from his appearance, the female soldier had fair skin, straight nose, and clear outlines. She didn't look like a yellow man, but she looked a bit like a mixed-race child. However, when she remembered that Spanish merchants often had frequent exchanges in Luzon over the years, Mitchell felt relieved.

Castro stood up, bowed slightly to the female soldier, put his left hand behind and his right hand at the heart of his left chest. After performing a standard aristocratic etiquette, he asked with a smile: "This beautiful lady, can you tell me whether you are a Luzon or a Ming country?"

Not to mention, Castro, who has received aristocratic education since childhood, naturally looks quite gentle after making this set of interests. If an ordinary woman sees it, she will definitely feel good about him. When she was young, Castro won the favor of many noble ladies and ladies with her handsome appearance and skillful interests.

However, Catherine, who had been dependent on her mother since she was a child, did she know any aristocratic etiquette? More importantly, due to her father's early death and the hard life over the years, she had no good feelings for Spain or Luzon, which also made Castro's actions become useless to throw them at the blind man with a charming look.

Katherine said coldly: "It doesn't matter which country I am. What's important is that I am now a member of the Ming army. If you want to get any news from me, you may be destined to be disappointed, because I have been joining the Ming army for less than two days."

After saying that, Catherine turned around and left the tent, leaving only Castro with an awkward expression.

Looking at the embarrassing look on Castro's face, Mitchell and Preston worked hard to keep themselves from laughing out loud.

Logically speaking, although Castro is a little older, he is considered an old handsome guy according to the aesthetic perspective of white people. He was quite famous in the Spanish circle of ladies, but today he ate a turtle in front of a mixed-race girl.

However, Castro's embarrassment did not last long, and someone pushed open the door curtain again.

The curtain was pushed open, and two figures appeared at the door. The leader was a tall young man in a green military uniform. The one standing behind him was nothing but the female soldier Catherine who had just left.

After the young man came in, he stared at the three people in the tent with sharp eyes, "Are you going to see me?"

Although the visitor did not introduce himself, after seeing the visitor, whether it was Castro or Mitchell, Preston knew that the main owner was coming. Everyone has been immersed in the army for many years. The visitor's aura of being in the top position for a long time and being used to giving orders cannot be concealed no matter what.

As a soldier who has integrated the distinction between class and superiority into his bones, Castro and the other two stood up without thinking and saluted Yang Feng and shouted: "Dear Marquis of the Ming Dynasty, Spanish Army Colonel Castro would like to pay tribute to you on behalf of the Spanish Governor Fidel, the Governor of Spain in Luzon."

After Castro finished speaking, Captain Mitchell next to him translated his words in Chinese, but Mitchell's translation was very stiff, and some words were even inconsistent, which made Yang Feng frown.

But soon, another crisp sound rang. Although the Chinese spoken in this voice was still a bit stiff, it was much better than Mitchell.

Yang Feng understood this time, and he replied with a casual military salute, "Col. Please sit down."

After seeing Yang Feng sitting down first, Castro and the other three sat down again.

Before they could speak this time, Yang Feng took the lead and asked: "Col. Castro, if I remember correctly, you just represented the Spanish Governor Fidel, the Governor of Spain to Luzon, to me in diameter. Is that true?"

After listening to Catherine's translation, Castro nodded and said, "Yes, dear Marquis."

Yang Feng smiled coldly and said without hesitation: "Luzon has always been the sphere of influence of my Ming Dynasty. What qualifications do you Spaniards have to send a governor here? Have you asked my Ming Dynasty court for instructions on this matter?"

Seeing that Yang Feng was outspoken when he came, Castro was stunned for a moment, because in diplomatic occasions, everyone was used to stabbing the knife in the back with a smile on the surface. It was not many years since Yang Feng turned against him.
Chapter completed!