Basilio. Augustine was doing something that did not quite fit his noble status—His Excellency the Doge curled up in his bed and wrapped his head tightly and without gaps in the quilt, like a coward trembling at the sound of gunfire—but in reality he was just trying to keep out the noise coming from outside so that he could rest quietly for a while. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

…… Just for a moment, even for an hour...... For half an hour, Augustine could have felt satisfied. Unfortunately, the quilt around his head couldn't stop the sounds at all; Although they did shrink, they were still clear enough to keep him from sleeping.

There was no hope at all.

After tossing and turning for nearly forty minutes without seeing any effect, Augustine finally realized that he could not rest or sleep tonight. This discovery made him angry. He lifted the covers, jumped up from his bed naked, rushed to the window and shouted in the direction of the battle: "Damned rebels, can't you just be quiet a little bit?" You all deserve to go to hell......"

The sound of machine-gun fire swallowed up his screams. Augustine became even more enraged, and began to hysterically curse his enemies in more vicious language that his wife had never even heard—they were used only by the poorest of society, not by a governor. However, just as she was stunned by the shock, a miracle manifested itself before his eyes.

I don't know if God heard him or if the Filipino rebels heard it, but after a few possible explosions, the gunfire disappeared at once.

Augustine paused and listened sideways for a moment. Indeed, there is no more, and the world is once again in a state of peace and tranquility.

"That's what it looks like." He breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands in celebration, and then closed the window and walked back to the bed and lay down in a relaxed and cheerful tune; While he was doing this, Augustine paid no attention to his wife. He only wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible, because only then would he have enough energy to deal with the mess when the sun rose tomorrow.

Especially war. The rebels will continue to launch new offensives...... And the Americans who stand behind them. The fierce battle would last for many days, and he would lead LinkedIn brave and tenacious Spanish army to deal a heavy blow to these enemies, and finally win a decent peace, as well as the reward of Madrid and the cheers of the people......

Just for a moment, Basilio. Augustine was lost in his dream.

However, dreams are always very short-lived, and they are always interrupted. Augustine was about to receive the medal from the Queen Mother on behalf of the King, when a violent knock suddenly sounded in his head, and then he heard a familiar voice calling his name repeatedly. Augustine blinked, the medal disappeared, and the queen mother and king became his wife and adjutant.

Blink again, and still.

At such times, anger was the only reaction, and His Excellency the Doge was doubly angry—he could not control his emotions at the thought of almost easy honor. All the negative things burst out in this instant, becoming a roar. "What's wrong, tell me!"

The adjutant's body trembled. "Your Excellency, there is bad news...... I don't want to bother you, but ......"

"Getting to the point!"

"The rebels have captured the Triangle Fort in the south."

Augustine was stunned for a moment, then began to think carefully about the significance of the news. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not see how important the news was - it was just a triangular fort, but the focus of the city's defense was to control the fortress of the city gates and the fortress of Santiago!

"You're just disturbing my precious sleep for such a trivial piece of news?" He stared at his lieutenant, the poor matador, like a bull enraged by the constant waving of red cloth, and he had not yet figured out why his boss was angry.

"Your Excellency the Governor......"

"Get out of here!" Augustine pointed to the door.

"Yes, Your Excellency." With a salute to him, the panicked adjutant rushed out of the room as fast as he could, and closed the door. Then he remembered that there was something more important that he had not told Augustine about the new tactics used by the Philippine rebels...... Maybe it should wait until tomorrow. After thinking about it, the lieutenant felt that it would be best not to disturb His Excellency the Governor in a rage, no matter how important the matter was.

Now is not the time to report to the Governor.

Unfortunately, he is the only one who thinks so, while others do the opposite. So, when the adjutant returned to the senior officers who were waiting in the hall, and told them that His Excellency the Governor needed to rest, and that he had not finished his report, he saw angry bulls again, and there were a dozen of them.

"If you were my soldier, I'll tie you up and throw you into the river!" Lieutenant Colonel Osorio's reaction was undoubtedly the most violent: half of the men stationed at Fort Triangle were his men, and what little strength was left after the first day of the attack on the American army and the crushing defeat they had received, and now they were all in the hands of the rebels, if they had not already been killed. The lieutenant colonel wanted to launch a counterattack to save the soldiers, otherwise he would have only been able to command the lieutenants and orderlies.

But launching a counterattack requires Augustine's approval, and this damn guy is still sleeping...... Osorio felt that he should speak to Mr. Governor in person, right now, in his bedroom.

"I'll bring him here." He said to the other officers, getting up and walking up the stairs, but Colonel Campos came over and blocked him.

"Your break-in will only make things worse, Lieutenant Colonel." The colonel reminded, and was unanimously approved. Everyone knows how bad Osorio's relationship with Augustine was - they were enemies after the first day of fighting. His breaking into the Governor's bedroom only made things trickier. Even more troublesome is that if his luck is bad, Augustine will take him to court-martial.

"We need to pick a more suitable representative." Another colonel said, "We need to let Augustine know what is going on, but we can't let him go into a rage." ”

"The question is, who is the more appropriate representative?" Osorio asked rhetorically.

The colonel thought for a moment. "We need to have a conversation."

Out of the corner of his eye, Osorio glanced at his other colleagues. At least judging by their expressions, they all supported this stupid proposal, and soon the officers put it into practice. He sighed to himself, but forced himself into an unnecessary argument.

And at this time, the Filipinos were speeding up to take control of the fortress they had just captured, some soldiers were on guard to prevent the Spaniards from counterattacking, some soldiers were busy driving the captives together, and some were ordered to clear the battlefield. However, the soldier in charge of doing this was apparently more willing to change jobs, even if one of the hot-headed officers asked them to knock down the nearby fortress.

For these soldiers, even if they have participated in many battles and seen hundreds of corpses. Intact and mutilated, they've seen them all, but clearing the Triangle Fort is still a much more difficult task than capturing the Fort. In the experience of these soldiers, no one had ever seen a broken corpse, let alone what was sprayed everywhere...... Fragments of human bodies, most of which are simply not recognizable, only know that some of them belonged to four valiant warriors of the Republic, but others belonged to the Spaniards.

No one wants to face these things, and no one even wants to stay next to them. In fact, after seeing the fragments, all the Filipino soldiers understood one thing: why the Spanish soldiers inside the triangular fort gave up resistance so quickly, and many others just vomited on the ground - even though the guys vomited nothing but bile.

The Spanish soldiers in the fort all collapsed, as did the Filipino soldiers who entered the fort, and they will all live in shadows and nightmares for the rest of their lives.

Everything is disgusting.

"I think it will take a long time for our soldiers to return to normal, General." Major Macapagal looked at Natibida with a pale face. Not only a soldier, as an officer, his reaction was no better than others, not only his complexion, but also did not have the strength to walk normally, so that it took more than twice as long to return to the command. The Major secretly swore that he must give that hateful Lieutenant Laurel a little color, and he had gone too far.

"Lieutenant Laurel, where is he?"

"Lieutenant Laurel fainted, just after he saw those things." After a pause, Major Macapagal suggested, "He should be punished, General." ”

Natibida shook her head. "No, I'm going to reward him."

"General?"

"Lieutenant Laurel has found a way to win with minimal effort." "The Philippines has no shortage of warriors who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country, but it just lacks the means to win. We should fully promote the tactics created by Lieutenant Laurel. ”

Major Malpagar had only one thought in his head, and his general had already fallen into insanity because of the leaders' excessive desire for victory. But Natibida knew he was normal.

As crazy as that trick may seem, it does work, and that's enough.

Victory is always the most important thing, and the means are insignificant. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )