Black Cloud Dragon's plan is not risky and not surprising, it can only be said to be a well-behaved pre-battle preparation.

The front fleet had few troops, and it was impossible to make a move to divide the troops, and anyone would only concentrate their forces to gain a local advantage.

In the middle of the night, Puerto Vallarta is brightly lit, huge warships docked off the coast of the port, rows of small paddle boats for landing on the shore turn over on the beach, and white canvas tents stand out among the woodlands on the east side of the beach to avoid the high tide.

More than 50 years ago, the Spaniards arrived here, named the land here the Banderas Valley, and then went north, and did not seriously manage the land, until the Ming army arrived on the Boundary Peninsula, and more than 1,000 soldiers belonging to the Herrera Legion of New Spain led a fleet to stay here, and built the seaside aboriginal village into a port.

Herrera was one of the two half-race captains, which was his father's surname, and Spaniards usually have two or two surnames, paternal surname, mother's surname, and then Christian name, personal name, so they all have long names.

Herrera did not have his mother's surname, which indicates that he was from the northern Spanish line, and his ancestors were in the ironware business.

The soldiers of the Half-Blood Legion may sound worse than the regular Spanish Legion, but in fact, the stricter training, the coexistence of a sense of blood honor and blood inferiority make each of them have a strong self-esteem, and they are more able to endure hardships than ordinary Spaniards, making their combat effectiveness only higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

It's just a little bit less armed, for example, a large part of the cotton armor they wear can cover their bodies in the summer in Mexico.

Standing on the turret with arquebus, the half-breed soldier with arquebus was angular, with the color of his mother, and the prismatic thick shoulder pad cotton armor was covered with a chain mail for the reward of killing the natives, looking out into the sea and humming the ballad that his mother used to sing before she died of smallpox.

His captain, who had full Iberian roots, had already slept, although the captain told him before going to bed that they had an absolute superiority in numbers, that they would not declare war on the Ming army entrenched on the opposite bank before they assembled, and that the Ming army would not dare to attack them, and that he could sleep well.

But the young half-breed soldier thought it was an insult to honor, he was a sentry, and he had to stand guard every night, even if there were no enemies.

He still needs to do better to get promoted, and he has to be promoted, to captain, or even to sergeant major or gendarmerie who is attached to the permanent establishment of the regiment.

Only then would he be able to marry a well-matched Spanish woman in addition to the Indian women that were all over the land, and although others told him that it was impossible, he stubbornly believed that he was very good, and that he had a chance if he became one of the twenty-nine permanent officers in the legion.

He doesn't know how to sing the song in the language of the aborigines, but the tune from his childhood is still deeply imprinted in his mind, and he can't help but hum it out of his own way when he is bored.

If he knew that he was humming a song of aborigines, he would have shut his mouth at once, even if the color of his skin would obscure everything he did, and he insisted on holding himself to the standard of a pure-blood Spaniard—he had to, they had to.

However, his humming came to an abrupt end, because something seemed to be moving in the dark sea in the distance, but he couldn't see it too far away, and he clutched the musket tightly, and extinguished the torch with great speed, adapting to the darkness and squinting his eyes at the sea.

"The Spaniards were well defended, we were spotted, let them raise their sails and quickly approach the harbor, signal the fleets, extinguish the aft lanterns!"

In the great shadow of the sea drift, the three red lanterns at the stern of the ship were extinguished, and the fleet that followed them hoisted their sails according to the attack plan that had been set earlier.

Shao Tingda put down his binoculars, and just now, he saw at least three torches on the shore extinguished one after another, although he didn't know what it meant, but at this time, no matter what the enemy army did, it would be regarded by him as the beginning of danger.

He turned his head and shook his head at Sick Yang'er and said, "The situation is not favorable, let Zonglong get down from the mast." ”

Zong Long is Shao Tingda's son who called him father when he met people when he was a child, and now he can climb around on the mast.

The reckless insect turned to look at the Vermilion Bird Flag at the top of the mast, with a little worry in his eyes.

The wind direction determines that the speed of the ship they attack the harbor will not be too fast, and when they leave, they will be upwind, the wind will make the ship lean forward, and there are more hulls hidden under the frontal waterline, and more hulls exposed under the aft waterline, which will increase the possibility of being hit in the artillery battle.

Moreover...... He regretted that he had not made the habit of attaching the spirit armor of the Death Robe to the butt of the ship.

Shao Tingda's sails were not raised, he and Fu Yuan's two flagships were still floating slowly on the sea, and behind the hull, the two fleets composed of five large and small shark ships turned their bows to attack the harbor one left and one right, followed by three fleets, the sails were flamboyant and the lights were standing together, and they were sailing in all directions of the port several miles away.

The three original grain ships in the shark ship are like huskies mixed in with the wolves, although they are not equipped with a single gun on the ship, but they are very confident to fall at the end of the fleet, and they will not be one step behind.

The flotilla was spotted by the western army on the shore, and then there was chaos on the beach, and the commanders and soldiers were awakened by the sound of the small bell towers scattered all over the place, and nearly half of the soldiers found their combat positions in the time that the ships were only sailing for a mile.

None of them had thought that the Ming army might really attack, and panic was inevitable, but training to fully develop their subjective initiative allowed them to perform at their best.

And everyone was very sure that it was not the Spanish fleet that was coming, because their own fleet would send small boats to explore the reef far away from the shore and come over to inform the ships of the arrival of the ships in advance.

Come here at this time, it can only be the Ming army!

The first fleet had marched less than two miles, and when it was still three miles from the bay where the Westerner ships were docked, the Spanish ships anchored in the harbor raised their sails a little, and only a few ships close to the coast did not move.

At night, the ships were to be guarded, but no one left too many troops on board, and the ships that had been hoisted were intended to stop their ships on the beach, and the warships that had not been hoisted were prepared for the captain to wait for his subordinates to embark on the ship from the shore and start a naval battle against the enemy ships.

More than 600 soldiers of the Western Army rushed to the small boat and rowed hard towards the big boat.

Other soldiers of the Western Army were deployed on the shore, and the artillery and stone cannons along the way were adjusting their firing range, ready to fire at a distance of two miles to deter the enemy.

More musketeers, spearmen, and swordsmen prepared for hand-to-hand combat after the Ming army landed, ready to form a phalanx to defend them, in addition to the news that the cavalry had been attacked in the direction of Mexico to the north.

Immediately after, the shore artillery roared almost simultaneously with the artillery of the Ming ships.

The swaying fortune ship undulated along the waves, and plunged headlong into the Spanish ship-stopping formation in the attention of the gunboats behind it, regardless of the large ships, small ships, merchant ships, and warships around them, the left and right fierce fire oil tanks sprayed when they saw the ship, and the flag army wrestler at the stern chiseled the fire oil and kicked it into the sea.

Shao Tingda, who had been observing the enemy formation with binoculars at sea, took off his helmet, rubbed his hair, and gave a very high evaluation of the deployment of the Spaniards.

"Our men may not be able to do the defense so quickly and so well, but unfortunately it is useless - we are going to destroy the ship, what are they doing on the shore?"