Manila Lighthouse.

On the platform at the top, Blanco was lying on the chair and whispered. His snoring was loud, but it was still spreading far in the morning when the foggy was filled. With a bang, the bottle of wine in Blanco fell to the ground and broke. The crisp sound woke up the hangover Blanco.

"Damn it, damn it, this is the fourth one." Blanco looked at the fragments all over the ground, cursed and stood up, muttering: "It's all the blame for the damn Koquela. If he hadn't killed the Guangming Chinese, I could have used the money of four bottles to buy a tin wine pot, but now, the price of tin wine pot has increased twenty times!"

Blanco complained that the urge to pee from his abdomen forced him to walk to the side of the platform waiting for him, take out the work, and pee at a simple shack under the lighthouse. It was the lounge of the chief of the guards. It was originally an exquisite hut mixed with bricks and wood, but it was burned in that disaster. The native barbarians who succeeded the Ming people only built such shacks, so the chief could only condescend to sleep with straw and lice.

"May lice be with you, my dear sir." Blanco said while peeing. Although his name originally meant white skin, it was his mother's good wish. In fact, he was a mixed race between Spanish and Malay natives.

Just as Blanco was about to put away his treasure, he suddenly found that there were a few lights flashing in the foggy bay outside, and a faint sound of a trumpet sound, as if the sailors were closing the sails on the top. Blanco patted his head and looked carefully. The lights disappeared and no sound came again.

"It seems that I'm really going to church for a service..." Blanco muttered. Just as he was about to continue to go back to sleep, a Garen sailboat quietly slid from the thick fog into Blanco's vision, followed by the second and third...

"Wow, the enemy attack, the enemy attack!" Blanco shouted loudly, ringing the warning bell on the lighthouse.

In the early morning, Manila City woke up from the bell, lights on the port pier, and crowds were running around everywhere. Then, the bells rang out on the Manila Royal City on the bank of the Pasi River. The awakened sailors ran towards the ship, and the soldiers carrying their pants ran towards the battle position. The gunners on the fort moved the shooting angle of the cannon with all their might. The whole Manila seemed like a cat with a stomped on his tail, suddenly woke up and quickly entered a state of alert.

Koquila woke up from his sleep. He regretted eating the fish at the banquet last night. His Japanese lover said that the fish grew so fat by eating the meat of Ming people. If you eat it, bad things will definitely happen. Unexpectedly, it will come true so soon.

The chaos of the morning finally stopped, and the turrets set on both sides of Manila Bay did not fire, and the same was true for the sneak attacker, but when the morning mist dissipated, the scene in front of him still made Coquela look pale.

Four Garen-style warships have all rushed into the Manila port, and the gun doors on the side have been opened in one go. Hundreds of artillery aimed at the ships of the port and the residential areas of the lower city. The port and the lower city are filled with people running around. The cannons on both sides of the bay have lowered the Spanish flag. It is obvious that there has been lost, and the naval combat forces that can be relied on are all in an awkward situation.

The Philippines originally had five Garen-style warships, but the San Juan had been lost for a year. After investigation, the officers at Jilong Port found only some of the bodies of the natives in Taiwan. Koquera knew that the San Juan that fell into their hands was in danger. As for the other four, two were still fighting with the Dutch in the Moluca Islands. The other two were renovated on the platform and one was moored in the port. These two were to escort Manila sailboats to Central America, but are now blocked directly in the port.

The ship on the platform was unable to move, while the ship at the port was blocked by two enemy ships, and the muzzle was almost pressed against the side of the warship.

After drinking a few glasses of wine in a row, Coquila tried hard to control her emotions until her confidant Mora and colonel Barbero arrived. Coquila's hands were still trembling. Coquila put down the wine glass and asked, "Babero, how is the situation?"

Barbero took a deep breath and said, "Our peripheral artillery has fallen and cannot block the port. The two warships are also held back. I am sure that in the event of a conflict, the two warships and two Manila sailboats will be sunk. What's worse is......"

But Koquela stood up and roared, "Is there anything worse? The two large sailboats were responsible for transporting Ming goods from the warehouse to Acapulco. If they could not arrive as promised, the Governor of New Spain would send me to the prosecution court, not only me, but you, you!"

Suddenly Koquela realized some problems: "Where is our chief of prosecutors, where is he?"

"He escaped into Santiago Castle..." Mora whispered.

"This damn pig should be hung on the cross." Coquera cursed, walking around the room with great might.

Barbero knew that being angry could not solve the problem at all, so he tried to appease the angry governor in front of him with good news, or not so bad news. Barbero said: "Sir, there is plenty of food and ammunition in the royal city and Santiago Castle, and our troops scattered in the provinces are already on their way back, and more importantly, the enemies in the bay did not fire, and... they seemed to be flying the Ming flag."

Mora also said: "Great Lord, I think this group of people is not here to start the war. If so, they should first sank all the warships in the harbor, and then let the soldiers ashore as soon as possible, rather than just confronting our warships, and should not give us the opportunity to assemble the army."

At this time, a non-commissioned officer under Barbero walked in and whispered something. Barbero hurried out and brought Blanco in a short while. Barbero said: "Governor General, this is Blanco, the guard of the port lighthouse. He was the first to discover the enemy and warn him. He was captured by the enemy and sent back as a messenger."

Blanco took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Barbero. Coquila read it and handed it to the other two to circulate it. The content of the letter was very simple, asking Governor Coquila to go to the Santa Maria trapped in the port to negotiate.

"Are they from the Ming Dynasty?" Barbero asked after looking.

Blanco nodded and said, "Yes, there are two young Ming officials on it, one of whom claims to be the son of a governor of the Ming Dynasty, and the other is the messenger of the governor, but... the villain also saw the face of Tessie on the ship and heard Portuguese, Dutch and English."

"The Ming envoy said that negotiations would begin at the highest point of the sun rise, and if you don't arrive as promised, they will sink the Santa Maria first."

"What else did the envoy of the Ming Kingdom say?" Mora asked sternly.

Blanco said: "When I came back, the envoy of the Ming Kingdom told me that you can use war and shells to solve the current dilemma, or business and silk, depending on your choice."
Chapter completed!