The artillery fire of the Ming Dynasty had already covered most of the royal city, and the fleet on the sea was already ‘useless’.

Cao Wenzhao looked at the newly obtained map, pointed to rivers and harbors, and said to Lai Daosheng: "You bring people to block these places immediately, and no one is allowed to escape, especially the governor, who should take them back and use the 'International Court' to judge the country' to correct the law!"

This "International Court" was a concretization of Zhu Xu's series of "treasons". It was set up in the Jinyin Village to adjudicate foreign disputes. Now only the Dutch participated, and it won't take long to have Spain, then Britain, etc.

Zhu Xu's purpose is very simple. He must be the drafter of the "international treaty" and the identity of the dominant person, and also the person who holds actual power. The Ming Dynasty must play a leading and leading role in the "international community"!

This is still preliminary. After all, the "international" is still very small and there are not many interactions. It takes time to make a difference and slowly cultivate it.

Lai Daosheng did not understand the "International Court", but he knew that he must seize these Western barbarians who dared to insult the Ming Dynasty!

"Yes, sir, don't worry, I won't let anyone go!" After saying that, he took the pictures, looked at the dots drawn by Cao Wenzhao, found people and arranged for small ships to go out.

There were only more than fifty people on these small ships, but they all carried muskets and arrows. As long as they were not regular Spanish troops, they could sweep across, let alone simply blocking the river.

Liu Wentian's cannon offensive became more and more fierce, and almost all the cannons were placed, and the royal city was bombarded from all directions, and then continued to advance, almost without letting go of every place.

"Continue, don't stop!"

Liu Wentian held a telescope and searched in the thick smoke. Whenever he saw a place that was intact and stood, he ordered the artillery to blow it up directly!

This Manila will be an important stronghold of the Ming Dynasty in the South China Sea, even the center, leading the mainland and then connecting Batavia and Malacca. The importance is self-evident.

In Zhu Xu's plan, it will be a core area integrating military, economic and cultural circles, a large base station for the energy radiation of the Ming Dynasty, and the ruling center of the South China Sea! Therefore, it is necessary to rebuild and rebuild an extremely huge city, standing on the South China Sea like a benchmark, and at the same time affecting the Ming Dynasty's overseas expansion in the future!

Liu Wentian bombarded for a while, and under the protection of the pikes and arrowheads, he pushed the cannon forward and continued to bombard.

Today, Manila is destined to be destroyed!

Cao Wenzhao also went ashore, wearing the uniform of the general of the Ming Dynasty, showing his majesty and domineeringness.

Wherever he passed, there were almost no figures and no idea where he was hiding.

Manila is not big, and with the Spanish deliberately suppressing and massacre, there are extremely few Spanish people, many of them are European missionaries, explorers or those who avoid war.

Now they were all hiding in the royal city, trembling as the bombardment of cannons, and praying to God constantly.

Ankaya is now hiding in the basement, listening to the sound of cannons outside, looking at the dust trembling everywhere, frowning, and looking cold.

Behind her, a tall white man said with a worried look on his face, "Ankaya, if this continues, the whole of Manila will be razed to the ground, and we will not be able to hide for long..."

Ankaya knew naturally, but she still held hope, took a breath, thrust her big breasts, turned to look at him and said, "Where is Akunia now?"

The tall white man was Ankaya's guard, the kind who was close to him at night. He heard this and said, "I don't know, but he should have escaped. If there were five thousand people, he might resist. Two thousand old and weak soldiers, he would not..."

Ankaya frowned, expressionless.

She is actually not a Spanish royal family, but an illegitimate daughter of a Portuguese earl. If she doesn't help, many people will give her face, and she will be worthless after she spreads it out.

She can't go back without failure, it won't end well, and she's even worse than a lowly prostitute.

Ankaya suddenly turned his head and looked at the guard beside him and asked, "Adava, do you think Ming Guo will kill us all?"

Adawa said: "Of course, if we fall into the hands of the natives, they will not let it go. They will definitely use the cruelest means, such as burning to death with strange rituals."

Ankaya looked a little confused and said, "But the Ming Dynasty had advanced warships and cannons. They should not be comparable to those of the indigenous people on these islands, right? I have read some travel notes and said that their civilization is more prosperous than Europe..."

Adawa understood a little and said, "What are you going to do?"

Ankaya's eyes burst out with a light and said, "I want to cooperate with the Ming people, or, I want to surrender, they will need me!"

Adawa looked slightly shocked and said, "Ankaya, this is a betrayal. You have to know that once you do this, you will never be able to go back!"

Ankaya stood up and said with a serious expression: "Yes, I know very well that if I don't do this, there is no difference between going back and dying here."

Adawa knew Ankaya’s embarrassment, his identity, his status, and his situation were awkward. It can be said that this was a poor woman who was destined to be destined before she was born.

He didn't speak, just stood behind her.

He was also embarrassed. As the son of a civilian, he had no way to survive in the prosperous Spain and could only go out to sea to find wealth and status.

Ankaya knew that Adawa would follow him, took a deep breath and said, "Adawa, go ahead, I want to talk to the commander of the Ming Dynasty, and I still have some bargaining chips."

"Yes!" Adawa looked at Ankaya deeply, found a white flag, and left the basement.

Cao Wenzhao came to Liu Wentian and looked at the royal city where smoke and explosions were everywhere. For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved and no longer had the anger before.

Liu Wentian was very excited and shouted, "Sir, I'm about to beat you up, no one emerged!"

Liu Wentian set up more than 600 cannons, and even if someone rushed out, he would be killed halfway through. In the small building complex, it was almost a carpet-like bombing, which was not suitable for charge or counterattack.

Cao Wenzhao picked up the telescope. Although the smoke was like fog, he could hardly see anything clearly. Cao Wenzhao still silently estimated for a while and said, "Stop the cannon and prepare to enter the city!"

Liu Wentian was still unsatisfied, but it was indeed almost blown up. If it was blown up, it would be just repeated bombing of rubble.

He ordered people to stop artillery, and at the same time ordered musketeers and arrow artillery soldiers to prepare.

According to the current military level of the Ming Dynasty, especially the equipment, the army had almost no opponents on land, unless it encountered difficult cavalry in a vast area.

Mobility is a factor that has a great impact on the outcome of a war even in later generations.

There was also blue smoke lingering on the cannon's muzzle, and in the distance was a thick smoke that could not be dissipated for a short time, covering a city that had become a rubble.

The Manila Royal City was suddenly bombed, shrouded in thick smoke. The rumbling sound of cannons spread, alarming countless people around.

In a manor not far from the city, the Ming Dynasty merchants and civilians who were driven out were worried and fearful, but the sudden explosion made them look at each other in fear.

The most unlucky war is always the people, and they are the "remnants"!

After a few hours, a 15 or 16-year-old boy ran in like an arrow and shouted: "It's the official army! It's the official army, it's the official army of our dynasty. They came to save us..."

"What do you say, say it clearly, what official army..."

"Where did the official army come from? How could there be an official army? Have you read it wrong..."

"Yes, how could the imperial army care about our lives or death..."

"It's not that the Spanish pretended to be, and wanted to catch us all in one go?"

"I think we'd better hide, otherwise it'll be too late..."

The young man who rushed in blushed and stared at a group of people without caring about breathing, and shouted: "It's the official army, I saw the Ming dragon flag, the warships, all of our army, and they are spreading papers everywhere, you can see..."

The young man hurriedly handed out the paper in his hand, and said, "The royal city is now covered with rubble, and the government army is still bombarding, we are saved..."

A group of people could no longer hear what he said, and they were all scrambling to watch the flyer in their hands.

These were Cao Wenzhao's methods. For greater influence, he had already ordered people to spread it everywhere.

"Francs invaded Fu. The state capital, and the government forces counterattacked. The Francs fleet was almost wiped out, and only a few warships fled back..."

"It turns out that the emperor had declared war on the Franchise man more than a month ago..."

"This is General Cao leading his troops. I know him. He is the emperor's confidant and he is in charge of the army..."

"Wuwuwu, we have saved us and we have saved us..."

"General Cao said in the letter that we should save us and rebuild Luzon, and we should go and welcome the royal army into the city..."

"What are you waiting for? Go quickly. We have had enough of the aura of Franji people. We want to welcome the King's Army into the city..."

"No, not only us, but also the Philippines, no, some people from Luzon, will definitely welcome the royal army..."

"Yes, yes, hurry up, bring things with you, don't go empty-handed..."

These Ming merchants and civilians were extremely excited. They thought they would become fish, but they did not expect that the kings from heaven would come to rescue them!

Some of them have lived in Luzon for two or three generations, but when they heard the king's army coming north, they were still extremely excited and shouted that they would go to greet and meet!

Not long after, they contacted hundreds of people, while preparing things, while quietly sending people to see Cao Wenzhao.

The natives of the Philippines were even happier. The leaflets they received clearly stated that "expel the Western barbarians and regard them as clear". In other words, the Ming Dynasty would regard them as Ming people, and would not treat them differently, nor would they enslave them like Franji people!

Some Filipino natives who had long been dissatisfied with the Spanish also gathered in secret, observing at the same time, without acting rashly.

Cao Wenzhao didn't know about these things, but just stood in front of the thick smoke, quietly looking at the royal city that had been pushed down, thinking about whether there would be any changes.

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