Black Cloud Dragon’s plan is not surprising, it can only be said to be a regular pre-war preparation.

The former fleet had few soldiers and could not act like division. No one would only concentrate his troops to gain a local advantage.

Late at night, the Puerto Vallarta was brightly lit, huge warships docked near the harbor, rows of small paddle boats for landing were overturned on the beach, and the white canvas camp tent was very conspicuous between the woodlands that avoided the high tide to the east of the beach.

More than fifty years ago, the Spanish arrived here and named the land here the Bandras Valley. Then they went north and did not manage the land seriously. Until the Ming army arrived at the Dividing Peninsula, more than a thousand troops affiliated with the Herrera Legion of New Spain led a fleet to live here and built a small aboriginal village on the seaside into a port.

Herrera is one of the two mixed-race commanders, which is the surname of his father. The Spanish usually have two or two surnames, the father's surname, and the mother's surname, and then the name of the person, so their names are very long.

Herrera did not have a mother's surname. Calling this surname means that his father's lineage comes from northern Spain and his ancestors were a family that operated the iron business.

The soldiers of the mixed-race legion may sound worse than the conventional Spanish legion, but in fact they are more rigorous in training. The coexistence of bloodline honor and bloodline inferiority makes each of them have a strong self-esteem and can endure hardships more than ordinary Spanish people, making their combat power higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

It's just that the military equipment is a little worse. For example, a large part of their cotton armor can be worn to pieces in the summer of Mexico.

The mixed-race soldier standing on the arrow tower with a melee gun has the clear edges of the Spanish and the complexion of his mother. The thick shoulder padded cotton armor covers a mail that kills the rewards of the indigenous people. He looks into the sea in the distance and hums the songs he often sings before his mother dies.

His captain with complete Iberian blood was already asleep, although the captain told him before going to bed that they had an absolute advantage in military strength and would not declare war on the Ming army entrenched on the other side before assembled, nor would the Ming army dare to attack them, he could have a good sleep.

But the young mixed-race soldier thought it was a disgrace. He was a sentry and had to stand on the guard every night, even if there were no enemies.

He also needs to do better to be promoted, and he must be promoted to become a captain or even a sergeant or military commander who is permanently organized by the legion.

Only then can he marry a Spanish woman of equal status besides the Indian women all over the ground. Although others told him that this was impossible, he stubbornly believed that he was very outstanding. As long as he became the twenty-nine officers in the legion, he would have a chance.

He no longer sings this song in language that belongs to the natives, but the tunes from childhood can still be deeply imprinted in his mind. This is completely unconsciously passing the boring time and humming it involuntarily.

If he knew that he was humming a song belonging to the indigenous people at this time, he would immediately shut up. Even if his skin color would make everything he did, he insisted on demanding himself by the standards of a pure blood Spaniard - he must do it, they must do it.

However, his humming came to an abrupt end, because something seemed to be moving on the dark sea in the distance, but he couldn't see clearly from the distance. He held the musket tightly and extinguished the torch very quickly, adapting to the darkness, narrowing his eyes and looking at the sea.

"The Spaniards' defense is very tight, we were discovered, let them raise their sails and approach the port quickly, signal to the fleets, and put out the stern lanterns!"

On the huge shadow of the sea drifting, the three red lanterns at the stern were extinguished, and the fleets followed closely followed the sails in accordance with the attack plan that had been set earlier.

Shao Tingda put down his telescope. Just now, he saw at least three torches on the shore extinguished one after another. Although he didn't know what this meant, no matter what action the enemy took at this time, he would be regarded as the beginning of danger.

He turned his head and shook his head at Yan Yanger, "The situation is not favorable, let Zong Long get off the mast."

Zong Long was Shao Tingda's son who called him father when he was a child, and now he can crawl around on the mast.

The rash man turned his head and looked at the Vermilion Bird Flag at the top of the mast, with a little worry in his eyes.

The wind direction determines that the speed of their ships entering the port will not be too fast. When they leave, they are in the upper wind. The wind will make the hull lean forward. There are more hulls hidden under the front waterline, and more hulls exposed under the tail waterline, which will increase the possibility of being hit in artillery battles.

And... he regretted that he did not put the spirit armor of the dead robe on the butt of the ship.

Shao Tingda's sail did not rise, and he and Fu Yuan's two flagships were still floating slowly on the sea. After the hull, two fleets of five large and small shark ships were turned left and right and turned their bows to attack the port. Then there were three fleets of ships. The sails stood lights and sailed in all directions of the port several miles away.

The three original grain-fortune ships among the shark ships were like huskys who were mixed into the wolves. Although they had no guns on the ship, they were very confident at the end of the fleet and would never fall behind.

The open fire fleet was discovered by the Western Army on the shore without any suspense. Then the beach was in chaos, and the commanders and soldiers were awakened by the sounds of the small bell towers everywhere. Nearly half of the soldiers found their combat positions during the warships' time of sailing for only one mile.

No one of them would have thought that the Ming army could really attack, and panic was inevitable, but training to fully develop subjective initiative can enable them to perform the best.

And everyone was very sure that it was not the Spanish fleet that came, because their fleet would send small boats to explore the reefs far from the shore and inform the ship of the port in advance.

At this time, it can only be the Ming army!

The forefront of the fleet was less than two miles away. When it was three miles away from the bay where the Spanish ships were docked, the Spanish ships anchored at the port raised a little sail, and only a few ships near the coast did not move.

At night, people were left on the ships on duty, but no one would leave too much force on the ship. The ship that had already raised sail planned to park the ship to the beach, while the ship that had not raised sail was the captain who was ready to wait for his subordinates to board the ship from the shore and launch a naval battle against the enemy ships.

More than 600 Western soldiers rushed towards the small boat and rowed hard towards the large boat.

Other Western soldiers were deploying defenses on the shore. The artillery and stone-firing cannons along the way were adjusting their ranges and were ready to fire two miles away to deter the enemy.

More musketeers, spearmen, and long sword soldiers were ready to defend against the hand-to-hand combat after the Ming army landed. They could form a square formation at any time to defend. In addition, there were news of attacks from the two companies left in the north and Mexico in the south.

Immediately afterwards, the shore artillery fired almost at the same time as the artillery of the Ming army ships.

The swaying blessed ship was undulating along the waves, and plunged into the Spanish ship-stop formation as the gunboat behind him. Regardless of the large, small, merchant, warships around, the turret cabinets were sprayed when they saw the ship. The flag soldiers at the stern chiseled open the turret oil and kicked it into the sea.

Shao Tingda, who had been observing the enemy formation with a telescope at sea, took off his helmet, rubbed his hair, and gave a high evaluation of the Spanish's deployment.
Chapter completed!