PS: I'm in a good mood today, continue to add more, please comment and collect more, don't let Lao Wang have a bunch of essence left on the weekend and can't add it.

In addition, there is a guaranteed ending below, the commander of the Spanish fleet on the island of Haiti, who is interested in starring next?

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Life is like a box of chocolate candy, you never know what the next one will taste like.

Although Navaez, a Spanish aristocratic officer in the early 16th century, had certainly never heard of this later saying, or even tasted chocolate candy, it did not prevent him from feeling similar in his heart.

Everything is changing so fast!

The night before, while inspecting the gradually forming port construction site, he was still dreaming of the prosperous trade in spices, silk and other oriental specialties in this treasure land of feng shui, and after he won the position of mayor of the port of Vene La Cruz, he collected taxes every day and counted the money until his hands cramped, and fell asleep in a beautiful vision of the future; On this morning, Navaez woke up to the sound of gunfire and screams!

Through the shouts of his personal servant, who was almost about to cry, he learned in horror and anger that Cortés, the damned leader of the rebels, had returned to Puerto Veracruz with a huge army that had been conjured out of nowhere!

-- In order to compete for the legendary Oriental trade routes, which would lead to innumerable spices, silks, and porcelain, the Spanish adventurers from Hispaniola and other Caribbean island colonies finally abandoned their philosophies and slashed their butcher's knives at the heads of their Spanish compatriots on the island of Cuba with impunity, just as they had done to the Indians.

As a result, the port town that Navaez had just built into a rudimentary form turned into a bloody battlefield in an instant!

Cannon rumbled in the bay, and two fleets, also flying the Spanish royal flag, were engaged in a brutal cannibalism.

Killing was rife on land, and two Spanish armies, dressed and armed, were also engaged in fierce bloody battles.

Artillery bombardment, platoon guns, clash of spear phalanxes, cavalry charges, guerrilla ...... In order to defend the harbor under his feet and keep his dream of getting rich, as a veteran of many battles, Navaez almost exhausted all his skills and put all the sharp tactics he knew on the battlefield.

Relatively speaking, most of Cortez's troops were a rabble of people who bought their own equipment and came to make a fortune; Navaez, on the other hand, was commanded by the regular army of the Viceroyalty of the island of Cuba, many of whom had fought in the wars on the European mainland, and were better equipped and trained.

The problem is that the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

Cortés had gathered nearly 4,000 men this time, while Navaez had only about 1,000 troops at his disposal.

Although Navaes's tactical command was very commendable, he successively defeated the attacks of the superior enemy on several occasions. But on this flat and empty sand, he could not find any vantage terrain to draw on, nor did he have time to build any decent fortifications, not even the wooden walls of the port town were completed......

After an hour of fierce fighting, when thousands of enemies finally stepped on the corpses of their compatriots, through the gaps in the unfinished wall, and poured into the harbor step by step, Navaesz Zuihou reluctantly gave the order to retreat and break through.

What made him feel most desperate was the more one-sided situation at sea.

As he had two Spanish galleons at his best, he had been sent back to the island of Cuba a dozen days earlier to present the Viceroy with the credentials of the "Emperor of China" and valuable gifts. Therefore, the Navaez fleet moored in the harbor at this time was no match for the Hispaniola fleet in terms of strength. …,

What's worse is that due to the surprise, the moored battleships are not ready to sail for battle, many sailors are still on vacation on the shore, and in the face of the enemy ships that are rushing to the door, the Navaez fleet cannot even pull anchor and break through the enemy!

So, standing on the hill behind the port of Veracruz, Navaez, who had just escaped from the battlefield and was in a state of utter despair, saw a burning harbor - the flying shells pulled out a strange whistling sound, constantly crashing against the broken battleship, and splattering the decks and bulkheads with debris. The occasional explosion of fireballs of fire, like a hammer, struck the heart of every remnant of the defeated army.

The nearby port and dock sites were already in flames, and the few soldiers of the crusade who had not had time to break through were in a desperate death struggle under the siege of their Spanish compatriots.

Suddenly, a series of huge explosions sounded not far away, making the land and sea seem to tremble, and Navaez turned his head to look, and his heart suddenly throbbed - only to see a cloud of smoke mixed with sparks like mushrooms, rising from a dilapidated galleon, the mast and sails were all engulfed in flames, the broken planks, corpses, and twisted metal components were flying in the sky, and the hull was gradually torn in half, crumbling in the explosion and flames...... It seems that the ship must have been unlucky enough to detonate the powder magazine......

Then, under the eyes of Commander Navaez, who saw his ship trembling with the white flag of surrender, the hordes of enemies immediately climbed to the deck with ropes and gangplanks and deftly began to plunder.

“…… Oh! My silk! My spices! My porcelain! Damn Cortez! Don't stop me...... I'm going to fight him! ”

The dream of becoming rich and famous was all wasted in the firelight, which made Navaez crazy! He first fell to his knees against the sea, whining and crying with infinite grief and indignation, and pounding the ground with his fists.

Then, in the next moment, like a gambler who gambled to the point of bankruptcy, and even lost his eyes, he leaped to his feet with red eyes, and tried to rush back to the burning port to fight the enemy.

However, before Navaez could take a few steps, he was immediately dragged by his relatives on the left and right, and his personal servant could no longer care about his superiority and humility, and he grabbed Navaez's ear and shouted, "...... Be careful, sir! There is no point in dying in this place at all! The most important thing now is to stay alive! Only by living can you take revenge! ”

After listening to this persuasion, Navaez regained a little calm, and when he took a few breaths, he quickly made a decision: "...... Anyway, the most important thing now is to save yourself...... At the moment, our fleet is completely wiped out, and there is no way to escape back to the island of Cuba. The grain and weight have also been lost, and if you want to ask for a glimmer of life, you can only go north and go to the Chinese for help! ”

So, the remnants of the defeated army, who had lost their souls, surrounded the main commander Navaes, and rushed down the hillside in a hurry, heading towards the north.

Cortés' army, having conquered the port of Veracruz, seemed to be busy plundering until the remnants of Navarez disappeared into the horizon, and no one came to stop them.

But the problem was that a small enemy force that seemed to have been straddled and lost had somehow made its way north of Puerto Veracruz and happened to be blocked in the middle of the road where Navaez and his party had fled.

In a grassy wilderness, the armies of the two sides suddenly met, and they were all stunned for a while. …,

“…… Don't be afraid, we rush over! Follow me! ”

Seeing this, Navaes, who had nowhere to vent his resentment, immediately roared and raised his horsewhip, and rushed forward with several cavalrymen.

After a brief engagement, Navaez quickly broke through the ranks of the enemy, overturned one enemy with his spear, and slashed the other with his scimitar.

Just as Navarez turned his head to try to find a third target, he suddenly saw a rusty spear stabbed into his eye socket...... And his helmet has long since fallen somewhere!

“…… Ahh

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At the same time, the Spanish soldiers on the winning side were also looking at the battlefield proudly, enjoying their victory.

Although these warriors generally looked a little tired and haggard because they had to run for dozens of miles as soon as they got off the ship, and they had no time to rest, the heavy and rich trophies displayed in front of them at this time were enough to completely calm the resentment in the hearts of these people.

-- Most of the tents and huts that had stood near the harbor had been burned to ashes in the melee, but from the captives and corpses, they had scavenged silk handkerchiefs and scarves, as well as small bags of spices such as pepper, and fine salt and sugar, which were extremely beautifully made. Each of the above-mentioned loot was worth a lot of money in their eyes, and in order to fight for these things, there were even a lot of scolding and group fights.

Then, with a deafening cheer, a group of sailors pulled pulleys and ropes to remove huge oak barrels from a captured enemy ship.

Then the sailors and soldiers eagerly removed the wax seals from the barrels and took out the Oriental specialties that stunned them—splendid silks embroidered with flowers, birds and beasts, crystal-clear glassware, blue and white porcelain cups and plates as smooth as jade, dazzling modern plastic gemstone jewelry, bags of tea, pepper, cinnamon and cloves, boxes of sweet preserves and pastries...... Some Spanish officers, who claimed to be knowledgeable, would put a blue and white porcelain plate to their ears and tap it a few times, and then carefully hide it with a smile on their faces.

These were prepared by Director Ma himself, pretending to be a "gift from the Chinese emperor", and were prepared to fool the Spanish king's gifts, and the appearance was naturally very magnificent, luxurious and dazzling, for the lonely and unheard Spanish dumplings, everything was so dizzying, just as the rich and mysterious Oriental shijie depicted in "Marco Polo's Travels......

“…… Everyone, be quiet! Be quiet! The battle isn't over yet! All the loot belongs to you, and no one will rob you! ”

Standing on a captured bronze cannon, Cortés commanded in high spirits, "...... Castillo, gather your cavalry as soon as possible and go after the remnants of Navaes. Then we have to discuss how to deal with the Chinese...... who have humiliated us."

It's a pity that some things in this world will always suddenly undergo some surprising changes when it seems that everything is under control...... Well, maybe only such derailment and collapse is a wonderful life that will accelerate the secretion of adrenaline!

For example, just after the defeat turned into a victory, Honan. His Excellency Cortés, standing on the ruins of the smoke-drenched port of Veracruz, was full of ambition to plan his next battle strategy, when he suddenly received a bad news that almost stopped his heart:

“…… Commander! Oh no! The Aztecs of Tenochtitlan City have reversed! Commander Avalado is under siege in the palace, and the number of enemies is in the thousands, and he is afraid that he will not last long!! Please be sure to lead the troops to rescue as soon as possible!! ”

Therefore, Cortés, who was in chaos for a while, could no longer care about pursuing the remnants of Navaez and dealing with the Chinese who did not know where now, so he hurriedly gathered all his forces, turned around and rushed to the city of Tenochtitlan, and went to rescue his henchmen.