"For the great Spain!"

"For the great Majesty Philip IV!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Today is the birthday of King Philip IV of Spain. On the lawn of the Governor's Mansion in the center of San Petro, hundreds of officers and well-known figures in the castle gathered to celebrate their king's birthday.

Today, Field took off his military uniform and wore a gorgeous dress. Several exquisite suspenders made of gold wire were hung on his left chest, shining brightly under the light. Many women or ladies invited to the party were surrounded by Field, and were amused by his not-so-funny jokes.

Captain Mitchell, holding a glass of wine, looked at the proud Field, envious and jealous, and said to Castro: "Our Governor looks very happy tonight!"

Castro glanced at Field, who was jealous in his eyes, and smiled slightly: "Captain, if you can be lucky enough to become the governor one day, you can enjoy it all!"

Mitchell laughed self-deprecatingly: "Dear Colonel, I have to say your words very tempting, but you forgot one thing that is, unless there is a blind nobleman willing to marry his daughter to me, someone like me who has no noble blood can become a captain."

Castro stopped talking. Westerners advocated the theory of blood, believing that a person determines his status and achievements from the moment he was born. The son of a noble is a nobleman when he was born, and the son of a civilian is only a civilian no matter how hard he tried. This is an invisible but real ceiling.

Take the army as an example. Officers like Mitchell who are civilians are generally at their peak as captains. Even if they have special opportunities, they can only become colonel-level officers. As for generals, don’t think about it. That is the private land of the nobles. A civilian cannot become a general no matter what. That is why Mitchell complained.

Castro sighed lightly and patted Mitchell on the shoulder: "Okay, dear Mitchell, a person's origin can only be determined by God, and not every noble can become a governor. If you always blame others all day because of this, you will never be happy in your life."

Mitchell curled his lips. Although he was still unwilling to accept it, he didn't say anything else. He just raised his glass to Castro and drank the wine in it, then put the glass on the tray in the hand of the waiter passing by him, and took the glass again.

Seeing Mitchell's appearance, Castro couldn't help frowning: "Mitchell, it's the birthday of His Majesty the King. I shouldn't stop you from drinking, but you'd better drink less. After all, there are more than 20,000 Ming troops stationed outside our city, and they may attack us at any time. I don't want the officers under my command to be drunk when the Ming soldiers launched another attack. "

From the beginning to now, this is the fifth cup Mitchell has drunk. He had already had a slightly red face and sneered: "Mr. Colonel, since you know that today is His Majesty the King's birthday, you should understand the purpose of the Governor's convening this cocktail party today.

Besides, the Ming army had already been scared by our strong city and artillery. They did not even have the courage to get close to us this week. What else do you have to worry about?"

Castro's face immediately sank, "Captain Mitchell, don't forget that you are a soldier, how can you not be as vigilant as the most important thing? Regardless of whether the Ming people will attack us, as long as they do not withdraw from Cebu Island for a day, we cannot take it lightly for a day."

"This sentence should not be spoken to me, a little captain, but should be proposed to the Governor."

Logically speaking, Castro, as Field's deputy, is not an exaggeration to be called the second-in-command of Cebu Island. Even if he gives Mitchell two courages, he would not dare to confront him like this. But today, he was frustrated and a little drunk, Mitchell became much bolder when he spoke.

However, after Mitchell finished speaking, Castro was also silent. As Field's most trusted deputy, he certainly knew the current situation in Fort San Petro.

If at the beginning, the Spanish military and civilians in Fort San Petro were still afraid of the aggressive Ming army, then as time went by and the inaction of the Ming army outside the city, this fear was gradually disappearing. Now, some officers in the castle even shouted the slogan of gathering two thousand main forces and dozens of artillery, rushing out of the city to annihilate the Ming army outside the city in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, Field was not confused yet, and scolded the brainless officer fiercely. However, with the silence of the Ming army outside the city, Field's vigilance gradually relaxed, and the cocktail party tonight was a signal he sent.

In addition to appease the officers and morale of the army, we are also telling the military and civilians in the city that the Ming army outside the city has nothing to be afraid of, and have not seen that I even hold a cocktail party now? What else do you have to worry about?

At this time, Field Zhengzhi hugged a beautiful and plump lady with satisfaction, dancing on the grass with elegant music. Their distance was so close that they could only see the two of them hugging each other tightly.

Seeing Field was in a good mood, the lady took the opportunity to ask: "Dear Governor, can you tell me when will our fleet come back to take us back to the country?"

Listening to the gentle voice of the noble lady and the strong perfume smell coming from her nose, Field felt refreshed and happy. The young woman was the wife of a businessman who had just arrived in Fort San Petro more than three months ago.

Originally, they had purchased a batch of specialties from Luzon and silk from the Ming Dynasty, and were preparing to return to China in the past few days. Unexpectedly, the Ming army suddenly came over, and the young woman and his husband were stranded in Fort San Petro.

Although Field tried his best to assure the people in the castle and the soldiers under his command that the Ming army was vulnerable, no matter how capable the Ming people had, they would not be able to invade Fort San Petro.

But the merchants also have their own difficulties. The Ming army has indeed not launched another attack these days, but everyone knows that this is just a temporary momentum. After all, everyone knows that the Ming people have spent so much energy to send tens of thousands of troops to Cebu Island. They are not here to travel, right?

There are more than 20,000 troops outside the city. In contrast, there are only more than 3,000 soldiers killed in the entire castle of San Petro. Even if the whole city is mobilized, it is only more than 5,000, which is incomparable to others. Moreover, they can increase their troops at any time. In this way, their chances of winning are too slim.
Chapter completed!