The typhoon that had been raging for more than half a month finally passed. The sky, which was originally cloudy or stormy, suddenly cleared up. Looking at the long-lost sun hanging in the sky, the Spanish soldiers in Fort San Petro, who had already had enough of the rainy weather, cheered.

These soldiers had had enough of this damn weather, and they even doubted that if there was another typhoon of ten days and half a month, would these people become moldy like the quilts in the house?

But the soldiers were happy, but Field, as the top Spanish chief in Luzon, became even worse.

Looking at the sky that began to clear, Field, standing on the city wall, couldn't help but sigh: "How can this damn typhoon stop just by stopping? We'll be in trouble as soon as you stop!"

Castro, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but comfort him when he saw Field's bad face, "Governor General, don't worry, maybe this sunny day is only temporary, and the typhoon will come back soon."

If this sentence is to be heard by unknown people, it is probably a big laugh. There are actually typhoons in the world. You should know that after this typhoon, two warships anchored at the port of Cebu Island were damaged, and at least seven or eight merchant ships were destroyed by the typhoon. Not to mention other losses on Cebu Island, even the most conservative estimates, the direct and indirect losses of Cebu Island reached more than tens of thousands of Bronzes (gold coins), not to mention the losses in other places in Luzon.

But even with such a huge loss, in Castro and Field's view, they would rather the typhoon blow him for a few more months than stop now, because they knew very well that the day the typhoon disappeared was the time when the Ming fleet set off.

Field sighed lightly: "Okay, don't comfort me, there is no way that will come back the next day after the typhoon disappears. It's not been a day or two for you to come to Luzon. Do you still understand this principle?"

"His Governor."

Castro showed an indignant expression.

"You don't have to worry too much. No matter how powerful the Ming fleet is, they cannot drive ashore. The San Petro Castle has sufficient food and ammunition reserves, which is enough for us to last for half a year. As long as we defeat the Dutch fleet, our great Invincible Fleet will be able to pull out our hands. As long as the Invincible Fleet arrives, it will be easy to annihilate the Ming fleet."

"I hope so."

Faced with Castro's comfort, Field just moved the corners of his mouth, showing a smile.

As the governor of Spain to Luzon, he knows the situation in the country better than anyone else. The Spanish navy is no longer the invincible fleet of the last century, and now Spain is surrounded by enemies eyeing each other.

Whether it is England, the Netherlands, or France, who doesn’t look at the position of the Spanish boss?

Today, Spain has the "rebellion fire" of the seven northern provinces, and there is a threat from the increasingly powerful Royal Dutch Navy. Even Admiral Okundo can lead the invincible fleet to defeat the Royal Dutch Navy, which is probably unable to support Luzon, which is thousands of miles away.

However, he just needs to know this kind of thing himself, and there is no need to say it out, so as not to disrupt the morale of the army.

After patting Castro's shoulder, Field forced himself to cheer up and said, "Okay, Castro, even if our fleet cannot come back to support us in time, we still have Fort San Petro and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians. As long as we are united, the Ming people can only dream if they want to capture Fort San Petro!"

Castro nodded and said firmly: "You have said a lot. There is also a powerful fleet in our port, and there are tens of thousands of brave soldiers and civilians in the castle. It is not that easy for the Ming people to plunder our wealth and achievements!"

"Haha... I'm very happy that you can think of this, dear Castro. By the way, I remember that there are two bottles of red wine from France in my study. I originally wanted to keep it until I left office and returned to China to open it, but I think it's okay to open one bottle in advance now."

"Well, that's a good idea."

The two of them walked under the city wall as they spoke...

Although Field and Castro said so, they also knew that the Marquis of Ming, who led a powerful fleet, must have been determined to win Cebu Island. Moreover, they have the support of a powerful fleet, and both soldiers and supplies must be endless. Compared to them who were trapped in the lonely city, their advantage is too great.

In the next few days, Field, as the supreme commander, personally led the guards to urge the residents and army of the castle to strengthen various parts of the castle, and retreated all the Spaniards and Luzon natives on Cebu Island to the castle.

That's not all. In order to save supplies, Field even ordered the castle to start uniform distribution of supplies, and the atmosphere of the entire San Petro Castle suddenly became tense.

In a small tavern built of stones in San Petro, dozens of drunk Spanish civilians and soldiers were talking loudly or staring at the hot-shaped waitress in the tavern.

At a table near the corner, two men in burlap shirts and dark-skinned skin were seen as Luzon natives sitting opposite each other, with a glass of turbid rum in front of each other.

This kind of rum, which is turbid and turbid, can smell a strange smell when approaching. Anyone with a little money will not drink this kind of wine, which is similar to rotten water, and only the poorest and most destitute will drink it.

However, the two Luzon natives didn't care at all. While whispering, they held the wine glass and drank with relish, as if they were not drinking some bad wine, but like nectar.

The native, who looked in his thirties, whispered: "Liuzi, have you discovered anything these days?"

"No!"

Another native whispered: "But it is obvious from the actions of the Red-haired Japanese, that these Red-haired Japanese are beginning to be anxious. Our team can still eat seven points full on weekdays, but now it is good to eat five points full. It is said that even their own people have begun to equip materials, let alone us."

These two men who looked like typical Luzon natives were Zhao Laohei and one of his subordinates who were led by Jiangning Army to take him at night.

Logically speaking, Zhao Laohei, as a thousand households who are not allowed to accept the night, is already an intermediate officer, and he does not need to sneak into Fort San Petro to collect intelligence in person. However, after so many years of being unable to accept the night, the risk factor has already penetrated into Zhao Laohei's bone marrow. This time, he personally volunteered to the superiors to take charge of the operation.
Chapter completed!