Ye Bucheng is a sharp knife that combines investigation, destruction and assassination, which is naturally the elite of Jiangning's army. Zhao Laohei, as a thousand households of Ye Bucheng, has no doubt about his strength.

His strength is not only reflected in his combat effectiveness, but also in his ability to detect. He has only been in Luzon for more than three months. When other nights are still frowning about learning the local language of Luzon, his Tagalog language is already speaking well.

Relying on Tagalo, who could already fool people, Zhao Laohei boldly brought a Yebusuo to the vicinity of Fort San Petro to collect information.

Originally, the San Petro Castle was not allowed to enter except for the Spanish, and the raging typhoons on these roofs also caused Zhao Laohei and the others to suffer. Not to mention hunger, but the more important thing is that in this case, useful information cannot be collected at all.

But it was so coincidental that with the disappearance of the typhoon, in order to repair and strengthen Fort San Petro, Governor Field ordered the surrounding Luzon natives to be forced to move into Fort San Petro as a coolie to build castles and fortifications. Zhao Laohei and Hou Laoliu were able to sneak into Fort San Petro in a swagger.

Originally, the Spaniards had never had a good face to these Luzon natives. On weekdays, they would have to give them a meal, let alone pay for their wages. But this time, in order to stimulate the motivation of the natives, Field not only let these natives have a meal, but also offered a "high price" of two copper pesos per day.

Well, it is indeed a high price, and the daily wage is enough for the Luzon natives to drink two of the worst glasses of rum in the tavern.

But despite this, it is always ten times better to have money than not paying money.

After resting today, Zhao Laohei and Hou Laoliu came to this unknown tavern to meet with each other with more than a dozen copper pesos they had earned in the past few days.

He picked up the wine glass and took a big sip of rum. Hou Laoliu spat on the ground and whispered: "Damn it, this kind of stinky water-like thing dares to collect a cup of copper from me. If it were in the Ming Dynasty, this kind of wine would only be used to feed pigs!"

Zhao Laohei's faint voice rang in his ears: "But you are now holding this kind of rotten water and drinking it with relish."

After Zhao Laohei said this, Hou Laoliu snorted embarrassedly.

"By the way." Zhao Laohei asked again: "Are you ready for the days you have worked in the West District?

"It's done."

Hou Laoliu whispered, "But I can't get close to the Governor's Mansion of the Red-haired Devils, so I can only draw a rough topographic map."

"It's already good."

Zhao Laohei nodded, "We only have two people. It's almost enough to draw one out in a few days. I guess even if I stay there, I'm afraid I won't get more useful things, so I plan to find an opportunity to sneak out tomorrow and send out the defense maps I've drawn in the past few days."

"Slide out?"

Hou Laoliu frowned and said, "Head, the Red-haired Japanese are on very strict guard now, so it is almost difficult for us to sneak out."

"Well, this is indeed a problem."

Zhao Laohei frowned. Although he and Hou Laoliu sneaked in this time when they were infiltrated, the contact range could cover a radius of dozens of kilometers, it would be difficult to explain some information clearly if they were just talking about it. They could only express it in writing. However, judging from the current situation, the possibility of them sneaking out of the city is too small.

Just as Zhao Laohei was thinking hard, a scream suddenly came from the tavern. Zhao Laohei and Hou Laoliu looked in the voice and found a drunk Spanish soldier hugging the hot-shaped waitress.

The waitress desperately broke free from the Spanish soldier's fierce hand and then headed to the backstage. She ran and shouted something in Spanish, as if she was asking for help from the boss standing behind the bar. However, the boss looked at her helplessly and shook his head. He even blocked the passage to the backstage.

Seeing the passage blocked, the waitress showed despair on her face. Before she could say anything, the Spanish soldier behind her had already rushed over to hug her. He was tall and carried the waitress on her body.

For a moment, countless whistles and cheers in the bar were heard.

"Grass...this group of beasts!"

Seeing this scene, Old Zhao couldn't help but curse.

"Barriage is a barbarian. In broad daylight, such an indecent and unconventional thing actually happened!"

Zhao Laohei really couldn't understand it. Judging from his appearance and dress, the waitress was obviously Spanish, and she could do such a thing to her compatriots. If it were the Jiangning Army, such a sergeant who had committed the crime would have been arrested and chopped down. However, none of these Spanish soldiers stood up and said a word. The owner of the tavern stood by and didn't even dare to make a fart.

Shaking his head, Zhao Laohei turned around, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip. Although he couldn't stand this kind of thing, he didn't want to care about such nostalgia, after all, there were more important things to do.

It’s just that some things are so coincidental. Although Zhao Laohei doesn’t want to cause trouble, he can’t help but come to him.

The waitress who was carried on her shoulder probably realized her future fate. In desperation, she lowered her head and bit the soldier's ear.

"ah……"

Only a scream was heard, the Spanish soldier, who had originally carried the waitress's hands and then covered his right ear.

With a muffled sound of "Bang!", the waitress who was regained her freedom was thrown to the ground.

Although the waitress was dizzy when she was thrown, she still struggled to get up from the ground and tried to rush out of the tavern. However, in desperation, she didn't see the way clearly and rushed towards the direction where Zhao Laohei and the others were.

An angry roar rang behind her, and the Spanish soldier rushed towards the waitress like a furious lion.

Following the dim light, Zhao Laohei saw that the Spanish soldier had half of his bloody right ear.

"My grass... this girl is really cruel!"

Seeing this, Zhao Laohei couldn't help but take a breath.

Before Zhao Laohei could feel moved, he saw the panicked waitress rushing to him. However, when the waitress saw this place located in a dead corner, her face showed a look of despair.

“&…%￥#@@”

With a roar, the Spanish soldier took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed him at the waitress. However, the waitress ran to the right and avoided it. At this time, the dagger could not be taken back, so the direction of the stabbing happened to be where Zhao Laohei was.

"Damn..."
Chapter completed!