Spain is located on the Iberian Peninsula, and the name of Iberia was born from the Spanish ancestors who crossed the sea north from North Africa to reach here, meaning "a place with many rivers". In fact, there are not many rivers in the entire territory of Spain, and the rivers that can be navigated are just the Ebro and Guadalquivir Rivers. Even these two rivers, in the words of French writer Dumas, are just "a thick mud rolling between the banks. Fortunately, the smell is odor, otherwise I would have thought it was chocolate." However, for the Spanish ancestors from the desert areas north of the Sahara Desert, there are many rivers here.

Obviously, Dumas' comments are too arbitrary, because the Ebro he described in his writing is just a turbid scene of mudslides erupting during the melting of ice and snow in the Cantabrian Mountains and the Pyrenees. In mid-July, in the outskirts of Saracoza, Spain, with the longest, largest flow and the widest basin, the Ebro River is extremely quiet and beautiful.

On the other side of the river valley, the mountains are undulating and ridges are undulating, and the wild pomegranate trees are lush; on this side, they are surrounded by pink apricot flowers and light green olive trees and fruit forests, presenting a quiet and peaceful atmosphere everywhere, but the clear and slightly turbulent river water hits the beach stones on the shore, making a sound of rustling water.

At this time, Andrew was sitting in a noble manor outside Saragossa. He took off his military uniform and put on a dress unique to the Spanish nation. He wore a hat on his head and a black shawl, and enjoyed the scenery around him with great enthusiasm. The owner of this manor was also sitting in front of the commander of the Pyrenees Legion. Unlike the other nobles in Saragossa who treated the French, the owner of the manor seemed very happy. He stared at Andrew fiercely and almost killed Andrew with his eyes. If it weren't for the elderly owner's legs and arms wrapped with splints and bandages, he would have rushed to Andrew and killed the biggest enemy of the Spanish kingdom in front of him.

That is the current identity of the owner of the manor, but he is the captive of Commander Andrew, Duke Sanchez.

Since the battle of Manresa Town was captured, Duke Sanchez who had woken up has been quite stubborn and in a state of extreme non-cooperation. He refused the French food, pulled off the splint bandages that had been worn by the military officer, and cursed at the medical staff who kindly persuaded him. If the director of the battlefield hospital had not forcibly tied him to the bed and searched out all the sharp and hard objects in the room that could cause damage, Duke Sanchez would have committed suicide on the bed.

When Andrew learned about the bad behavior of Duke Sanchez in the hospital, he was not very angry, but admired him a little. Since the start of the Spanish War, the French army under the commander had captured at least 100 Spanish generals. After being defeated and captured, they faced the arrogant Andrew, as despicable as a slave. They knelt on the ground and begged Andrew, hoping that he could let them go mercilessly and willingly sacrifice all their property for this, and even shamelessly demanded to serve as a guide for the French and led the Pyrenees to Madrid...

Although Andrew was very disgusted with everything in front of him, he was extremely rationally awake. Because treating a group of poor people under his feet could at least double his strength. After personally comforting him, Andrew made Victor's intelligence officer, who had just been promoted to lieutenant colonel, with him to be fully responsible for communication and exchanges with the captured officers. The work carried out by Lieutenant Colonel Victor was obviously effective. In the process of constantly cheating a large amount of ransom, the Lieutenant Colonel also opened a smooth road to Madrid for Commander Andrew.

Although the noble prisoners of war were all vacant when fighting, they were all prominent, and their huge family forces had an unusually important influence in all parts of Spain. Under the instructions of Lieutenant Colonel Victor, they contacted their respective families and tried their best to persuade their families to give up resistance and throw themselves into the arms of the French. The letter declared: "...If the city nobles could fly the white flag before the French army arrived, Commander Andrew would "unconditionally" protect and strengthen our interests, so that the tragedy of Barcelona would not repeat itself..."

Therefore, during the subsequent march, the French had almost never suffered decent resistance. Usually, if two guns were fired, they would see all the defenders surrendering, then they would enter the city to revel in the carnival, and the army would have fun together. In the end, even this kind of surrender game was spared. A large number of Spanish defenders put down their weapons amid the instigation of the city nobles, and could not wait to raise the tricolor flag. They just scouted more than 20 miles outside the city and saw one or two French Rangers wearing green uniforms.

The city of Saracossa, which surrendered without a fight, is a typical example. After entering the city Andrew laughed and cried and said to his adjutant: "Oh, I was wrong again. I nervously let Colonel Neck take the lead... Perhaps, the future victory only requires the soles of the soldiers. Well, I must apply to Paris and prepare a few generals... These damn Spanish nobles, they did not form a legion for me, but at least three more!"

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A person's personality always has its own two sides.

Although Andrew despises those cowards and cowards, he still gives priority to it; but for Duke Sanchez, Andrew never visits and meets the previous one. He just left Duke Sanchez idle, and he could not beat, scold, or kill this old guy. Whether it was for the sake of his lover and Princess Sophia, or the commander's consideration of the entire plan to construct the future Kingdom of New Spain, Duke Sanchez belonged to a very critical link.

After the third day of capturing, Andrew allowed the old duke's adjutant, Major Rock, to leave the prisoner camp and serve the real hero of Spain under the close surveillance of the military police. Perhaps he was really hungry, or perhaps because he saw his relatives or the adjutant's inspiration, after several days of tossing, the old duke was finally willing to eat, allowing Major Rock to place splints and bandages for him. After following the main force of the French army to Saracossa, after Major Rock's repeated pleas, Andrew agreed to let Duke Sanchez and his adjutant return to His Highness to return to his own manor in the suburbs to recuperate. Of course, inside and outside the manor, the commander deployed at least 800 soldiers in a battalion on the grounds of protecting the safety of the old duke, and more than a dozen military policemen carried out personal surveillance.

The weather is very good today, and Commander Andrew is in a better mood. As soon as he finished his work, Princess Sophie repeatedly urged him to bring "Little Pete". The two of them, along with a dog and a large number of guards, ran excitedly to the manor of His Highness the Duke for an outing.

The owner would definitely not go out to welcome him, but Major Rock rushed over after hearing the news and acted as a guide to accompany the two uninvited guests to explore the beautiful scenery of the manor.

Princess Sophie was obviously intoxicated by the tranquility and tranquility of the Valley Manor. She took "Little Pete" in the woods, on the grass, and in the flowerbeds, cheering and unrestrained. At this time, she seemed to have forgotten everything, as if she was just a carefree little girl who returned to her happy childhood...

Andrew left the accompanying guards to take charge of the princess's alert task, but he left quietly, pulled Major Rock, who was reluctant to lead the way, and walked straight to the small garden where the Ebro River could be seen from afar. Duke Sanchez was resting on a recliner.

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"God bless, Your Highness, it seems that your injuries have been healed a lot!" Andrew, who had been silent, spoke. He shook the recliner forward and back, greeted the Duke of Sanchez who was blowing his beard and staring at him with a smile.

However, Duke Sanchez did not answer. He glared at Adjutant Roc, who led the wolf into the house beside him, turned his head angrily to one side, where he loved mountains, rivers and trees. Andrew did not feel embarrassed, and continued to say to himself: "Just the day before yesterday, my army had just crossed the Ebro River and will arrive at the city of Siguenza at the foot of Guadalama Mountain today. Oh, sorry, I used the wrong word. It was not 'arrival', which should be 'occupation'."

Andrew's smug words immediately aroused the rebuttal of Duke Sanchez. The old man turned his head and looked at the conquerors with his firm eyes, shouting loudly: "Damn Frenchman, don't think about it. The heroic Fortress of Siguenza under the guard of General Darkmond is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and is extremely strong. It will become the tomb of all Frenchmen."

As soon as he saw the old duke's extremely confident expression, a sympathetic face immediately appeared on Andrew's face. It was the commander himself who was pitying the stubborn old man in front of him. Similarly, Adjutant Rock next to Duke Sanchez couldn't bear to face the old duke's eyes.

Andrew shook his head, leaned his body backwards, continued to shake it, and said slowly: "Is that right? Before, I must correct the two mistakes in your words first.

First, I am not a damn Frenchman. Although Andrew has become a French citizen, everyone knows that I am Chinese, also known as Chinese, and the people who were massacred by you Spanish on Luzon are my fellow men. Second, it is about the 'heroic General Darkmont' and 'extremely strong fortress'. I would like to ask Adjutant Rock, who is beside the Duke, to explain it to you. Tell the facts from him, maybe, your Highness, you can accept it more. Major, please tell me."

Andrew raised his head and said nodded, signaling Adjutant Rock to the opposite side to speak. But the major was unhappy to answer the question, which was too embarrassing. It was not until Duke Sanchez also turned to the questioning gaze that Adjutant Rock said hesitantly: "Actually, actually..."

"Actually, what, say!" The old duke seemed to have a premonition and ordered the adjutant to finish his words quickly.

"In fact, the French had already occupied the Siguensa Fortress last night." Gripping their teeth, Rock finally revealed the unfortunate news from the gap between their teeth.

Although he was mentally prepared, Duke Sanchez was still too shocked. Such a strong fortress was occupied by the French army within a few hours under the command of such a heroic general. What the old duke is concerned about now is General Dakomon's life and death.

"General Dakomon died in battle?" the old duke asked.

"No," Rock replied timidly.

"Catched?"

“Not either.”

"That's running away?"

“Not it.”

"What's wrong, Major, say it!" Duke Sanchez roared again, like a wounded angry lion.

"In fact, just the day before yesterday, General Dakomont took the initiative to send a surrender to Commander Andrew, proclaiming that he would lead his subordinates to welcome the French liberators. No, it was the arrival of the French army." Major Rock had obviously also seen the surrender. During the recitation, he actually regarded the French as the "liberators", but he hurriedly changed his words to cover up.

Duke Sanchez was shocked. He was unwilling to admit the facts described by the adjutant. As for the adjutant's slip of the tongue, the old duke had no time to worry about it or did not care at all.

"The brave General Dakomont became a coward, coward, and shameless traitor!" Duke Sanchez became crazy hysterically, grabbed the crutches at his hand and kept waving towards the sky. The adjutant on the side just stared at the old man, dared not say a comforting word. In fact, no words were any longer useful. Instead, let the old man vent his vent alone, which might be able to relieve the pain in his heart. Andrew also waved his hand, and after hearing the news, more than a dozen military policemen retreated one after another. They hid around and heard the old man's anger, and then jumped out to check the truth.

Until 10 minutes later, the old man who continued to roar was finally tired, stopped the infinite anger reflected in his face and hands and feet, lowered his noble head, slumped on a recliner, and tears flowed in front of him after accepting the facts. He knew that the loss of Siguenza Fortress meant that the French opened the door to march into Madrid. In Madrid now, Spain's power core has only thousands of old and weak soldiers guarding the capital, and they can't withstand the fierce attack of French artillery. Madrid's fall is just a matter of lateness.

When he thought of the sacred land he had defended for his life, he gave it so easily to the French and to the evil young man in front of him, Duke Sanchez felt a sharp pain in his heart. The pain was not in his body, but deep in his heart. It was not only a heartache for his dereliction of duty to defend the country, but also anger for those shameless traitors, and hostility to the proud invaders.

After surviving the most difficult moment, the old duke began to cheer himself up. As for decades, when the old man faced any hardships, he warned himself with an increasingly firm belief, "Don't worry, don't be discouraged, don't be disappointed! Believe that Spain is always the Spanish Spanish. The Frenchman will definitely be kicked out. I firmly believe that I believe without reservation!"

Andrew was not Sun Wukong in the old duke's belly, nor did he understand the so-called mind reading skills of wizards, but he had studied psychology in college and had a good grade. Naturally, he could guess what the arrogant old man in front of him was thinking. He put away his previous smile and solemnly warned the old duke, continuing to ruthlessly attack the old man's confidence, completely dismantle his psychological defense, and preventing him from having any fantasies.

"Duke Sanchez, you are a great patriot, it is a fact, but it is only the fact that you, I, and the adjutant around you, Major Rock. Everywhere in Spain, all the nobles thanked Andrew for their kindness, for I sent troops to drive away the mobs and protect their immediate interests;

As we see, the prayers of pastors and believers will be heard in every church, and they are praying to God, begging the Almighty God to help the French Legion under my command to conquer Madrid as soon as possible, and drive away the evil King Juan VI, so that the messenger of God, Andrew, will lead them to listen to the gospel of God, and let peace and prosperity come back to the land of Spain;

Any area occupied by the French army, whether unemployed vagrants in the city or village girls, is also praising my generosity. Commander Andrew not only ordered disaster relief and food, but also rescued the injured people in the war for free. I had reserved too many battlefield doctors but kept them doing nothing. As for the food that was given to the poor for free, it was voluntarily provided by the nobles who used to look like iron roosters.

Now, the magical commander Andrew is celebrating the entire European continent. My every move scares the feudal nobles and makes the idle people in the luxury salon talk about it. Do you know the Dutch who slaughtered the Chinese with your Governor of Southeast Asia and Lord Antonio? Their kingdom is very smart. While busy fighting with the French army, they also sent envoys to my military camp with all kinds of precious gifts, just begging for my forgiveness. Of course, Andrew mercifully forgives them for their sake, but called on the heads of the Dutch Governor and his main commander who participated in the massacre of his compatriots.

Perhaps some of them would still hate Andrew, but as long as my army pointed out, the royal family and nobles there would also take Spanish nobles as examples, learn from them to the ground and try hard to add my feet. While the civilians were unscrupulously mocking the nobles, they would also beat drums and drums to welcome the arrival of the French, watching me plant the "Tree of Freedom" in the city center square with great might.

Haha, it’s ridiculous, but this is a fact that cannot be erased.”

Andrew stopped Duke Sanchez's rebuttal and poured champagne for the three of them. He picked up the glass and stood up, took a sip, put the glass back on the table again, then walked straight to the two prisoners and continued:

"This is strength. If Andrew has such strength, he should enjoy such courtesy. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as I want to, the Spaniards can go to hell and to heaven. Even if I want to be the king of Spain, it is not impossible. The Archbishop sent by the Roman Catholic Church will put the crown on my head without hesitation...

But the above was just a complaint. Andrew wanted to do so, and there was no need to do so. After all, we were still mixed with a common relative, Princess Sofia. Therefore, I used my own influence to suppress the Basque attempt to independence and prevent rebellion in northern Spain. I appeased the liberal and conservative nobles in the name of the Spanish princess and saved the suffering people. I helped the Roman Catholic Church transform the decadent Spanish church and cancel the inquisition that disgusted the world. When dealing with prisoners of war, I once wanted to send them to France to serve hard labor, but my ultimate reason defeated my crazy revenge, and all Spanish prisoners received their due treatment...

All of this is more than a thousand times stronger than what Lord Antonio did on Luzon than your Spanish Governor, and I have intended to make Princess Sofia successfully ascend the Spanish throne, that's all. When everything is over, the French will eventually return to France, and Spain is still the Spanish Spain."

Andrew's long statement of truth and falsehood, even he admired him very much, and he didn't know which sentence was true or which sentence was false. As for whether it was credible, Duke Sanchez's reply made it all.

Duke Sanchez initially listened to Andrew's ridiculous contempt, but thought it was just the arrogance of the winner, but later, the old duke could not refute the enemy's views. At least, all the facts he saw in front of him were indeed as Andrew described. The inherent confidence was eroded little by little as Andrew's conversation. In the end, Duke Sanchez was a little confused, and his heart was as helpless as a child who had lost his parents' love. He struggled desperately, recalling Andrew's words, searching for loopholes, and trying to find a counterattack or two, but the old duke failed to get what he wanted. Although he was reluctant, he began to gradually accept the facts placed in front of him: the young man in front of him was the one who controlled the future of Spain. However, his unyielding personality still drove Duke Sanchez to make him utter a sentence.

"If you sincerely protect Princess Sofia, why don't you withdraw your troops and return to France, let the Spaniards handle their own affairs, and keep the war away from Spain!"

When Andrew heard Duke Sanchez's words, he was happy and knew that the previous discussion had effect. However, in terms of expressing his words and deeds, Andrew shook his head gently, returned to his position just now, and continued to explain:

"You forgot, Your Highness, I mean, 'When everything is over, the French will return to France'. Before that, there are still many things that I need to help Spain handle.

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Haha, don’t be excited, this is not an excuse, but a fact.

Can the current Spanish Kingdom allow Princess Sofia to ascend the throne? No! Juan VI's debauchery is even better than his brothers. Can he allow His Highness, the people-friendly princess, to replace him? Absolutely, if Andrew had not sent troops to Spain in time, perhaps the fate of the princess was not imprisoned, but secretly executed. There are too many such examples in Spain and in all European countries, and there are so many.

Can the Spanish Kingdom protect its national sovereignty and territorial integrity? It seems that it cannot! Military information from all over Spain should tell you. In the south, the Moors had captured the city of Granada with the help of British spies, and the crescent flag had also been inserted over the Magara Harbour. A guy who pretended to be the twelve descendants of Mohammed began to call him "His Majesty Mohammed Thirteen". He also gathered more than 100,000 Moorian troops to besiege Seville. The entire city was in danger. All the letters for help were not delivered to the Madrid Palace, but were directly transferred to my hands. If you want to confirm its authenticity, I can order people to send these blood-borne letters;

To the east, the Regent of Portugal took advantage of the chaos of Maria I and was colluding with the British. In Porto, the Regent signed an agreement to conspire to dismember Spain with the representatives of the British cabinet. While instigating the Galician minorities to resist the rule of your Castile, Chen was also using the regular Spanish troops to dispatch the northern frontlines, and Chen was on the borders of the two countries;

Of course there are also the British, who are the most evil. They not only occupy the fortress of Gibraltar, encourage the Moors and the Grapes to hostile to the Kingdom of Spain, but also covet the vast colonial territory of Spain, making the Spanish Governor of Southeast Asia, Antonio, surrender to their arms.

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In the face of all these threats, what did your king do? In fact, you also know that crawling on the belly of the ladies is his favorite. You are powerless, but I, Andrew, have the ability and can help you, free assistance, helping the Spaniards suppress the Moors, drive away the Portuguese, and attack the British. I have as many as 160,000 Spanish prisoners of war in my hands, and can re-arm a huge army of 100,000 people at any time. Under my command, the French and the Spaniards will be like brothers, drawing swords into pleasing silk, fighting side by side, and fighting bloody battles for Spanish peace and unity.

Of course, the cooperation between the two countries only requires your words. I promise that when peace comes back to the land of Spain, the French army led by me and I will return to the north of the Pyrenees. In terms of interests, what France needs is a firm and powerful ally, not a slave country who knows how to nod and bow.

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War or peace, just wait for His Highness’s final reply!”

Andrew looked straight into Duke Sanchez's eyes, waiting for the old man's statement. Duke Sanchez was obviously even more confused. He didn't know whether Andrew in front of him was an angel sent by God or a demon gushing out of hell. There was a mess in his mind, as if he was thrown away by a vast ocean. He struggled to get ashore, but couldn't catch any floating objects. But at the end, the old man suddenly remembered his adjutant. He looked at his only relative around him and wanted to ask Major Rock for his opinion. The latter's advice to him was a positive tone...

Finally, Duke Sanchez closed his eyes and nodded in pain. It was the old man's smug smile after he could not see the winner's victory.
Chapter completed!