With the help of his personal servants, Navaez, the one-eyed dragon, struggled out of the tent with a trembling cane, intending to breathe.

Although the injury to his leg was not too serious, it did not hurt the muscles and bones, but due to the sudden loss of an eye, which made him unable to maintain his balance as easily as before, coupled with his weak body, Navaez still walked hard, and he was out of breath and sweating profusely after not taking a few steps.

However, according to his experience, it is already God forbid that he can still struggle to survive after suffering such a serious injury.

Sitting on a stone, Navaez pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking around, the remnants of the expedition that had escaped from Puerto Veracruz with him were all gathered here sitting or lying. A cursory count of the heads revealed that there were more than three hundred left.

Alas, what a failure!

In fact, the survival of so many people is also thanks to the magic ointments and pills provided by the Chinese, as well as the liquid that is stored in glass tubes, as if containing magic - relying on these things, many wounds that were originally infected with severe pus, and in his opinion, the incorrigible wounded were actually out of danger in just a few days, and they can already struggle to get up for a walk and drink porridge with wooden spoons and coconut shell bowls.

When fighting on the island of Cuba and Europe, Navaez once saw with his own eyes that a team of 100 men only killed five people on the battlefield, but after the battle, more than 30 died due to wound infection and suppuration......

The only distressing thing is that before Chinese rescue, he always forces everyone to take a bath over and over again, and he has to rub a layer of smegma on everyone's body to be completed, as if he doesn't know that after taking a bath, it will be easy for evil qi to invade the body, and unless the doctor tells him, he must not try it easily...... Well, now is indeed the time of life and death, so take a shower and take a bath!

Either way, it's good to survive.

He sighed, took a bowl of hot polenta from his personal servant, and slowly spooned it into his mouth.

However, although his life is worrying for the time being, Navaez is also full of confusion about what to do next.

The only port stronghold was lost, the fleet was also finished, and there were only a few hundred remnants of the defeated army, and even if they wanted to withdraw to the island of Cuba, there was no way out.

You can't build a few small rafts yourself, and you can cross the sea eastward!

What's more, even if he managed to escape back, how would he explain to Governor Velasquez? He was never a magnanimous man.

Moreover, it was not a pirate or a traitor who attacked him, but a regular Spanish army that was also loyal to King Carlos!

Navaez never even dreamed that a Spanish fleet would fire at him in the absence of a civil war in the country!

What kind of ecstasy soup was poured into Cortés by Hispaniola to commit such an atrocity that bordered on treason?

Damn Cortez!

At the thought of this bastard who had completely destroyed his beautiful dreams, Navaez felt a hot throbbing pain suddenly come from the poked blind eye, and he couldn't help but moan and cover his eyes, and he stood up like a shrimp, and the polenta in his hand was knocked to the ground.

Then he found himself being helped up, and a gentle voice came from his ear.

“…… This one...... It doesn't matter! Mr. Navaez, do you want me to help you back to rest? ”

Navaez looked up with some difficulty, and then he saw a dazzling bright yellow satin robe, and then with the only remaining eye, he vaguely recognized the person who was coming from the supreme head of the Chinese legation, a noble prince surnamed "Ma...... This made his attitude suddenly become respectful. …,

“…… Ahem, my body is fine now! You don't have to bother...... Is there anything Your Highness is looking for? ”

“…… That's right, our army will soon set out of camp, but seeing that you are seriously wounded, I wonder if you can act with us? ”

“…… I'm afraid it's not okay to ride a horse, but it should still be okay for people to walk on their backs. Navaez replied, "...... Where are we going? ”

“…… Return to Puerto Veracruz and get justice for the injuries you have suffered! ”

Director Ma replied categorically, with a sincere look on his face, like a saint under the faint morning light.

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A few days later, the scorched ruins of Puerto Veracruz were once again flying like a forest of flags.

Here, the two armies lined up in a distance, blades and spears glistening in the scorching tropical seashore sun.

Although the Spanish troops who crossed the sea from Hispaniola were backed by warships in the harbor, the Hunghyutizgan expeditionary force, which was clearly outnumbered, was superior in terms of momentum - the traces of explosions that spread around the confrontation site, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood that had not yet dissipated, and the charred black wood chips and mutilated corpses drifting in the harbor...... These are the opening words used by this expeditionary force to "say hello".

A temporary long table has been set up between the two armies in the open space where the heads of the two sides are seated to discuss how to resolve the current state of affairs.

Looking at the group of well-dressed "Chinese officials" in front of him, there was also a Spanish nobleman wearing a black blindfold, the commander of the fleet on Hispaniola, Juan. Gonzalez. Baron Garcia, for a while, couldn't help but feel like his head was beating and he felt that he was really under a lot of pressure.

Seriously, if it were possible, he wouldn't want to come here to negotiate, even if it was just to smooth out the stupidity of the past.

But...... There were countless charred black craters dotted on the beach, the two "Karak" galleons with broken keels and lingering smoke in the harbor not far away, the bright yellow Chinese-style silk dragon flag fluttering in front of the opponent's military formation, and the Spanish nobleman Navaez who appeared in front of him as a one-eyed dragon and had a furious face...... All this forced Baron Garcia to lower his self-proclaimed noble head.

-- Adhering to our party's basic concept of "negotiation is to speak with cannons" during the civil war, as well as the fine tradition of the Chinese urban management to "roar with a lion's roar" before enforcing the law, before rushing from the silver mining area to the port of Veracruz, Director Ma had already instructed Comrade Mamat to assemble them again and use the remaining fertilizer fuel, Laiyang steel pipes, mine explosives, and household workshop detonators to skillfully piece together thousands of improvised rockets that "fire and forget." Then, on the outskirts of Puerto Veracruz, all of them were launched at once, and the tents and huts set up by the landing force, the newly repaired trestle bridge, and the two Spanish warships anchored closest to the shore were all turned into a sea of fire......

Bombarding Israel's Merkava tanks with this civilian rocket, which is often played by the Hamas forces, may be a failure to catch it; But it was more than enough to deal with the wooden sailing ships of the 16th century - and they were dead targets anchored in the harbor!

After the attackers had fully demonstrated their strength and revealed their identity, Baron García, the commander of the fleet on Hispaniola who remained here, could only come out to negotiate with fear in order to prevent his fleet from being driven out of the port - Cortesra had taken most of the infantry and all the cavalry for a decisive battle with the Aztecs, and the empty port of Veracruz could not withstand the attack of the strong enemy in front of him.

Then Commander Garcia found himself as if he had heard the temptation of the devil...... tempted him to abandon his comrades and change his ways......