The peace talks were held in the Royal City of Manila in late June.

At Xu Wei's suggestion, the Nanyang Military Office sent a message to the local garrison fleets and added patrol forces to prevent Spain from numbing them to negotiate peace and then launching an offensive.

After all, no one can expect his opponent to be more upright than him when he has an unreasonable coach like Chen Mu.

The key is that no one believes that Spain will pay 7 million taels of silver.

"Who is Don Juan in Austria?"

Outside the royal city, Chen Mu looked at the three Spanish ships wrapped by Chen Lai on the sea, which were parked not far from the port, and put down the boat and rowed towards the shore. He asked Lao Pingtuo, who was writing hard beside him.

Chen Mu was a little disappointed and curled his lips and said, "It seems that it is a peace talks, and he didn't even bring any money."

This peace talk seemed to be more important to Pinto than anyone else. He was busy writing and writing, saying as he wrote: "Don Juan of Austria is the illegitimate son of the Holy Roman Emperor Carlos, and the half-brother of King Philip."

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the paddle boat docking at the shore. He muttered softly: "It's still Brother Wang!"

"Don Juan's reputation was not because of his brother, but because the Pope initiated the Battle of Lebanto with the Ottomans for Venice. Don Juan was the commander of the fleet of the Holy Alliance, and he was the winner."

Pingto kept moving his hands and explained quickly: "Since the Battle of Lebanto, there were rumors in the country that he wanted to usurp the throne. Although it was all fake, it was obvious that the king did not think so. When he came here, everyone would be happy to have peace talks. If the negotiations were not completed, shipwrecks, navigation diseases, and General Chen would be able to kill him, and it would not seem bad to His Majesty the King."

Chen Mu nodded slowly, and even the overall strategy of treating Tang Huan and even this peace talk was formulated by a few introductions from Pinto. He looked at the figures of the nobles surrounded by Spanish soldiers lined up in the distance and said, "It seems that Chen is going to receive a Spanish hero here."

The Great Garen ship, which crossed the ocean from Madrid, carried a lot of troops, but only two small oars were put down. Don Juan and his twenty nearby servants and bachelors came in line, and went to Chen Mu at the port with the Bishop of the Jesuits, who asked the Bishop of the Church of the Church to find Father Libera as the translator, and walked towards Chen Mu together.

Under scurvy, it is not easy to pick out twenty people who are still healthy.

In the words written in the book of Pinto, under the Royal City of Manila, the most famous generals in the East and the West, with outstanding military achievements and the youngest, stood together at this moment.

Tang Huan looked like Chen Mu last year, but in fact he was two years younger than Chen Mu. He was wearing black knight armor with gold edges, with a red ribbon obliquely straddled, and an iron guard against his neck with a white collar.

Perhaps because of the lack of nutrition in life after following her peasant mother in her youth, she was not tall among the Westerners Chen Mu had seen. She had a stiff and reserved smile on the corner of her mouth, and she stood on the shore to scan the harbor from left to right.

Finally, his eyes met Chen Mu, who was dozens of steps away, took a deep breath, took off his helmet, nodded slightly, held the helmet with one hand and pressed the sword with the other, and continued to walk at an even pace.

The rank of Ming people is easy to see who is the leader, and Tang Huan's heart is much more nervous than anyone imagined.

The shadow of the famous tree, in the Spanish court, the consultants gathered all the information related to Manila in one place, and even summoned several defeated troops who fled from Guam to South America, and the news they received was surprising.

The army with more than 20,000 people disappeared silently on the battlefield, and all of them were because of this.

The crazy believers called him the devil of Manila. Even those who were sober enough would give him the title of "Chief General Chen Mu of the Ming Kingdom, which was difficult to get along with".

To be honest, Don Juan did not think he was suitable for dealing with a madman. He was limited to the rumors about this diplomacy in Madrid before departure and the half-brother of the King was not prepared to reach the compensation he demanded - he came with a determination to die.

The biggest hope is to look better if you die.

"Ah! I finally saw you!" Everyone was surprised. Before Tang Huan got closer, Chen Mu had already stepped forward to meet him, laughed and punched Tang Huan's breastplate, and said, "The Battle of Lebanto is a great victory. I have prepared seven famous wines in the Ming Dynasty. We have the whole night to talk about this battle!"

Chen Mu's laughter caught Tang Hu'an off guard. He looked at Chen Mu's expression in surprise from laughing to surprise, muttering: "I forgot you don't understand, Father Libera, translate it for him."

Father Libera, who was standing aside, nodded in a daze as if he had seen a ghost, and translated Chen Mu's words to Tang Huan.

Father Libera is not easy either. He is one of the first priests to come to Macau by the Jesuits. Compared with the Western world, every monk in the Jesuits is an absolute elite. Due to secularization, they master the most cutting-edge technology and knowledge of the West, and have courage, wisdom, piety and perseverance that cannot be matched by the world, and they are inevitably arrogant.

When he came to Macau, he encountered walls everywhere. Although there were many optimists who often spoke of "this is a good start" like Bishop Canelo, Chen Dae-go-baked petition box with his own eyes, looking at the gate that had never been opened day and night, there would be no shortage of monks like Father Libera who believed that setting up the Jesuit Society in the Ming Dynasty was a waste of life.

Libera has been wanting to leave Macau for a long time. This year, she finally made up her mind and received the order that the Jesuit general called him back. Then she received the task of Don Juan requiring an interpreter, which would be his last mission in Macau.

Libera has seen all kinds of Chen Mu, seen him killing all over the country in Macau, saw him mercilessly hang slave traders, saw him leading geese to burn petition boxes, and also saw him ordering those dead people poles to nail them into the coastal reefs and turn them into strings of dried meat.

But he had never seen Chen Mu so kind and happy.

When his words were translated to Tang Juan, the young Spanish general blinked blankly, smiled slowly and naturally, and replied with reserved pride: "Does the generals of the Ming Kingdom also know that battle? It was a very difficult war. We have never met such a huge enemy before, but fortunately we won."

"Actually, I also want to know how the general defeated our fleet, in the Philippines in Guam." Don Juan said this very seriously, saying: "The court's report is not accurate, and there are no witnesses..."

Tang Huan couldn't understand Chen Mu's words, but Chen Mu could understand him. After correcting the place name in Chinese, he said in confusion: "These two places are now called Luzon and Linlai, and there are no witnesses? Didn't I let Salcedo go back?"

"Salcedo failed to meet the king, he died on the shore of the Seville Trading House."
Chapter completed!