The typhoon, which had been raging for more than half a month, finally passed, and the sky, which had been either overcast or stormy, suddenly cleared, and the Spanish soldiers in Fort San Petro, who had long been fed up with the rainy weather, cheered as they looked at the long-lost sun hanging in the sky.

The soldiers had had enough of the damn weather, and they even wondered if a typhoon would blow for another ten days and a half months, and they would be as moldy as the quilts in their houses.

It was only that the soldiers were happy, but Field, as the Spanish supreme governor in Luzon, was in a worse mood.

Looking at the sky that was beginning to clear, Field standing on the city wall couldn't help but sigh: "This damn typhoon can stop if you say stop, we will be in trouble as soon as you stop!" ”

Castro on the side saw that Field's face was not good, and couldn't help but comfort: "Your Excellency the Governor, you don't have to worry, maybe this sunny day is only temporary, and the typhoon will come back soon." ”

If this sentence is heard by people who don't know it, it is estimated that there are still people in the world who like typhoons, you must know that after this typhoon, two warships anchored in the port of Cebu Island alone were damaged, and at least seven or eight merchant ships were destroyed by typhoons, not to mention other losses on Cebu Island, even the most conservative estimates, the direct and indirect losses on Cebu Island reached tens of thousands of more than 10,000 bloons (gold coins), not to mention the losses in other parts of Luzon.

But even with such a big loss, in Castro and Field's opinion, they would rather the typhoon blow him for a few more months than stop now, because they knew very well that the day the typhoon disappeared was the time when the Ming fleet departed.

Field sighed lightly: "Okay, don't comfort me, how can you come back the next day after the typhoon disappears, and you haven't been in Luzon for a day or two, don't you understand this reason?" ”

"Your Excellency the Governor."

Castro grimaced.

"You don't have to worry too much, no matter how powerful the fleet of the Ming Kingdom is, they can't sail ashore. The reserves of food and ammunition in Fort San Petro are sufficient, enough for us to hold out for half a year, as long as we defeat the Dutch fleet, our great armada can draw our hands, as long as the armada arrives, it will be easy to annihilate the fleet of the Ming Kingdom. ”

"I hope so."

In the face of Castro's comfort, Field only moved the corners of his mouth, which was kind of a smile.

As the Spanish governor in Luzon, he knew better than anyone else what was going on at home. Spain's navy is no longer the invincible fleet of the last century, and Spain is now surrounded by enemies that are eyeing each other.

Whether it's England, the Netherlands, or France, who doesn't have their eye on Spain's position as the maritime boss?

With the "flames of rebellion" in the seven northern provinces and the increasingly powerful Royal Dutch Navy, Admiral Okundo could lead the Armada to defeat the Dutch Royal Navy, which was thousands of miles away.

However, he only needs to know this kind of thing, and there is no need to say it at all, so as not to disturb the morale of the army.

Patting Castro on the shoulder, Field cheered up and smiled: "Okay Castro, even if our fleet can't come back in time to support us, we still have Fort San Petro and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, as long as we are united, if the Ming people want to capture Fort San Petro, it can only be a dream!" ”

Castro nodded and said firmly: "You said a lot, we still have a powerful fleet in our port, and there are tens of thousands of heroic soldiers and civilians in the castle, and it is not so easy for the Ming people to plunder our wealth and achievements!" ”

"Haha...... I'm glad you think so, dear Castro. By the way, I remember that I still had two bottles of red wine from France in my study, which I originally wanted to keep until I returned home from office, but I thought it would be okay to open one bottle in advance now. ”

"Well, that's a good idea."

The two of them said as they walked under the walls......

Although Field and Castro said so, they also knew that His Excellency the Marquis of Mingguo, who had led a powerful fleet, must be determined to win Cebu Island, and besides, they had the support of a strong fleet, whether it was soldiers or supplies, the advantage was too great compared to them who were trapped in the lonely city.

Over the next few days, Field, as Supreme Commander, personally led the guards to urge the inhabitants and troops of the castle to fortify all parts of the castle, and withdrew all the Spaniards and Luzon natives on the island of Cebu to the castle.

That's not all, in order to save supplies, Field even ordered the castle to start a unified ration of supplies, and the atmosphere in the entire San Pedro Castle became tense in vain.

In a stone-walled tavern inside Fort San Petro, dozens of drunken Spanish civilians and soldiers laughed loudly or stared at the hot hostess in the tavern.

At a table near the corner, two dark-skinned men in burlap shirts who looked like native Luzon sat opposite each other, each with a cloudy glass of rum in front of them.

This copper-peso-by-piece rum is so cloudy that you can smell a strange smell when you get closer, but no one with a little money will drink this kind of rancid liquor, and only the poorest will drink it.

However, the two Luzon natives did not care at all, and while speaking in a low voice, they drank with relish in their glasses, as if they were not drinking some bad wine, but elixir.

The native, who looked to be in his thirties, whispered, "Sixth son, have you found anything these days?" ”

"Nope!"

Another native said in a low voice: "But it is obvious from the actions of the red-haired devils that these red-haired devils are starting to be anxious. Our team can still eat seven points full on weekdays, but now it is good to be able to eat five points full, and it is said that even their own people have begun to implement material rationing, not to mention those of us. ”

These two men, who looked like typical Luzon natives, were Zhao Laohei, who led the Jiangning army to collect all night, and one of his subordinates.

It stands to reason that Zhao Laohei, as a thousand households who do not collect at night, is already subordinate to a middle-level officer, and there is no need for him to personally infiltrate Fort San Petro to collect intelligence, but after so many years of not collecting at night, the factor of adventure has already penetrated into Zhao Laohei's bone marrow, and this time he personally took the initiative to ask Ying to take charge of this operation.

PS: Ah Ding is no longer able to complain, although he has been cautiously a turtle with a shrunken head, but there are still chapters that are banned every day. To be honest, I don't know how to write it anymore, so let's make do with it.