"Array!"

“Array…”

"The first battalion and the third battalion come to me!"

"Hurry... I'll give you ten seconds... I'll make an array..."

A sergeant in a camouflage uniform, holding a brown besieger and wearing a camouflage uniform, quickly formed a square formation under the command of the officers.

Looking down from the city wall, these square arrays are arranged in an extremely neat manner. Looking down from the castle, the soldiers in the square array are all in a straight line, whether they look horizontally or sideways, and everyone faces the direction of the castle with a solemn expression.

Looking at the neatly arranged square formations and the murderous sergeants, Field's face looked very ugly, and turned to Castro and said, "Is this the Ming army that you are talking about is pretty good?"

Castro's face turned pale at this moment, and he also complained secretly. Last time he only saw the scene of the Mongolian cavalry siege in Apari. Combined with the "famous reputation" of the Mongolian cavalry in the past, he believed that these Mongolian cavalry must be the elite of the Ming army, and thus concluded that the Ming army's combat effectiveness was not as good as that of the Spanish army, but the scene in front of him subverted his judgment.

Is this a fool still the army I remembered that commanded the siege riding horses and wielding swords to attack the city? Is this clearly a well-trained and well-equipped pure firearm unit? Judging from their performance, it is no less than the most elite firearm unit in the West today, and it is even better than that.

Ten thousand soldiers lined up in more than twenty dense square formations, arranged on the flat ground several kilometers less than three kilometers away from Fort San Petro. Except for the occasional command from the officers, no one made loud noises or walked around randomly. They stood quietly and looked at Fort San Petro. This invisible sense of oppression is the most terrifying thing.

Seeing this situation, the pressure on the Spanish soldiers on the walls of Fort San Petro was huge. When everyone thought of fighting with such a well-trained and well-equipped army, almost everyone had sunk to the bottom.

"They are here to demonstrate for us!"

Castro gritted his teeth, but Field did not make a sound, but his face became even more gloomy.

They are not rookies, so they naturally understand that the sun is about to set. The new Ming army will naturally not be so stupid and launch an attack on a strong city. The reason why the other party puts this posture is to show their own military strength and attack the morale of their own army.

Judging from the performance of the soldiers around him, the other party's demonstration was very successful. Field had already seen fear and panic in the eyes of many soldiers.

Taking a deep breath, Field whispered to Castro: "Let the people below get some delicious food for the soldiers tonight, and even let the soldiers who are not on duty drink a small glass of rum."

"Governor General...well..."

After saying halfway through Castro, hesitated for a while and agreed.

At first glance, Field's order to allow soldiers to drink is simply ridiculous. After all, it is time for a war to be imminent, and banning drinking in the army is a truth that any soldier understands.

However, Castro also understood that a small glass of rum is nothing to an adult, but it helps relieve the pressure in the soldiers. The atmosphere in the army is now very depressing, so it’s better to drink some wine to let the soldiers relax.

As expected by Field and Castro, the Ming army did not line up outside the city for a long time. When the sun set, the Ming army quickly withdrew back to the port.

In a secluded and deserted place on the west side of the Fort San Petro, about 300 meters away from the side of the city wall, Zhao Laohei was hiding in a bush, and the waitress was also squatting beside him. At this time, the two of them had black and gray on their faces, not to mention how embarrassed they were.

Looking at the soldiers patrolling around the city wall, Zhao Laohei felt a little nervous.

There were few people coming to this city wall on the back of the cliff on a daily basis, so there were few soldiers stationed here. When he came to investigate last time, there were only seven or eight soldiers garrisoned here. Naturally, Zhao Laohei regarded it as one of his retreats. But now looking at the rows of patrolling soldiers on the city wall, he was in a state of great dismay.

Zhao Laohei helplessly said to the waitress behind him: "Avilia...it seems we can't get out."

Avilia was the name of the waitress. She hid and hid with the waitress for two days. The two sides exchanged their names, and Zhao Laohei also briefly understood some of the other party's situation.

Simply put, this woman named Avilia did not do well in her hometown and was deceived by a distant relative to go to Cebu Island to open a tavern.

I originally thought that I could save some money after working for three or two years and go back to my hometown to live a good life. I never thought that this distant relative was actually a Grandet. After two or three years, I had a lot of money but didn't make much money. When something happened two days ago, the relative sold her the first one.

This is also the reason why Avilia followed Zhao Laohei to escape, because she knew that she could no longer turn around.

If she continued to stay in the tavern, she would sooner or later be harmed by that unscrupulous relative. Besides, because she indirectly caused the death of the Spanish soldier, his companions would not let him go. Staying in the tavern was only a dead end.

Zhao Laohei asked, "Avilia, you have been here for a long time. Do you know where you can sneak out?"

Avilia shook her head: "No, I don't pay attention to these things at all."

After the two of them stayed together for a few days, Avilia naturally understood that the person in front of her was not a Luzon native, but a spy from the Ming Dynasty. Although she knew that she had already boarded the pirate ship, Avilia also knew that she had no way to turn back. The only thing she could do now was how to escape with this spy from the Ming Dynasty.

"Hey... the Marquis' army will not come sooner or later. But it's time to come, which really has a big problem for me."

Although Zhao Laohei complained, he also understood that he and Avilia could hardly hold on two days ago. If it weren't for the arrival of the army, all the Spanish soldiers who searched for him had retreated, he and Avilia would have been discovered.

Although he knew that the city walls were full of soldiers and Spanish civilians who came to help defend the city, the chance of slipping out was infinitely equal to zero, Zhao Laohei still did not give up, but waited quietly to wait for the opportunity to arrive.

I have to say that the saying that opportunities always favor prepared people is very correct.
Chapter completed!