The dance party continued, and the band was playing cheerful music. A well-dressed officer and dozens of well-known businessmen invited either hugged their dance partners and ate tofu, whispered in whispers or even laughed happily, as if they had already left the threat outside the city behind.

But no one knew when their Governor disappeared. The dance partner disappeared with him. It was not until more than twenty minutes later that the two men reappeared on the lawn.

Seeing Field reappearing, Mitchell, who had not spoken but just drank, showed a smile on his lips.

He could see clearly that the still-pretty Governor's lord had half an unwiped lip on his neck, and the lady holding his arm had an unconcealed smile on her face.

"Is this a promise from the Governor?" Mitchell was not without malicious speculation. He looked around again and found that the wife's businessman husband seemed to have not seen all this. Instead, he chatted and laughed with a young lady next to him, making the inexperienced lady so that he would cover his mouth and chuckle from time to time.

"Tsk tsk..."

Mitchell shook his head and couldn't help but smile bitterly at a lieutenant next to him, "Dougla, I never understood why people like us can only be low-level officers, but now I finally understand. The thinking of those big names is something we will never understand."

"Why do you need to figure it out?" said the lieutenant named Dougla indifferently: "I remember you and I came together. In more than four months of service, I will retire and return to the local area when the service period is over.

I calculated that I could get at least three hundred Dobron's retirement funds. After returning to my hometown, I used the money to buy a small sloop, took my brother to carry out transportation, and then married my dear Aifuli and had a few children. There would be no regrets in my life."

Mitchell said mercilessly: "Come on, you'd better think about how to drive away the Ming army outside the city, otherwise, don't talk about marrying your Aifli, you won't even get the retirement money! And your childhood sweetheart neighbor can only marry someone else."

"Oh my God, Mitchell, can't you say something nice? You just say such disappointing words on such happy days." Dougla was a little unhappy. No one liked to hear such unlucky words.

"I'm just telling the truth." Mitchell shrugged, "Since you don't want to listen, I'll drink my wine."

After saying that, he walked to the waiter next to him and reached out to ask for another glass of red wine.

"Poor guy, why are you always unwilling to give up? People like us will never be able to become senior officers." Dougla naturally knew why Mitchell was unhappy. In fact, based on Mitchell's ability and the contributions he made over the years, he should have been promoted to a school-level officer. It was only because he touched the ceiling that he had to waste several years on the rank of captain.

"Don't worry about him. Since he doesn't give up, let reality educate him." Dougla shrugged and ignored him anymore...

The sky was shining, and most of the people in Fort San Petro were still immersed in their dreams. Governor Field, who had drunk too much last night, was lying on his soft bed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was still savoring the joy that the dance partner brought to him last night, until a rapid sound of slapping the door woke him up.

With difficulty, Field's eyes turned from confusion to anger. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and pushed open the door and shouted angrily: "Damn it, if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I will definitely ask you to go to the military camp to clean the toilet for a month. I can be sure of this!"

Standing outside the door was Field's orderly soldier. The 19-year-old man from Madrid looked at the angry Field and said tremblingly: "Governor General, Ming people... Ming people have begun to gather again. Colonel Castro asked me to inform you, they will soon..."

"Oh...God!"

Before the orderly officer finished speaking, Field had already rushed into the room at a speed that was inconsistent with his reminder. Three minutes later, Field, who had finished dressing, rushed out of the room and jumped onto the already prepared horse.

When Field rushed towards the wall, he had already faintly heard the sharp military horns and drum sounds coming from outside the city.

"Dongdongdongdong...Dongdongdongdong..."

With the rapid sound of drums, a Ming sergeant in green uniform began to form a square formation. Under the command of the officers, they began to move towards Fort San Petro in neat steps.

Field, who was running hurriedly up the city wall, looked at the Ming sergeant who was covered with mountains and fields outside the city with a pale face. He looked around and found that Castro was talking to more than a dozen officers behind a marquee.

"You go and call Castro... Forget it, I'll go there myself."

When Castro and other officers found Field coming, they all saluted him.

Field stopped them: "Okay, don't pay much attention to the battlefield. Now tell me, what's the situation?"

"I'm afraid it's not very good, Governor." A tall captain said: "This time, the Ming army probably went out in full swing. We estimated that at least more than 20,000 people were dispatched."

"More than 20,000 people, that's possible?" Castro's heart trembled. Now the entire San Petro Fort even includes only more than 10,000 old, weak, women and children. Now the Ming army dispatched more than twice as many troops than them.

"In fact, the number of Ming army is very easy to count." The captain continued: "One of the Ming people's square formation is five hundred. Now they have set up forty square formations outside our four city gates, that is twenty thousand. In addition to their artillery, cavalry and other various troops, I think the Ming army has dispatched at least 25,000 to 28,000 people."

Field looked at Castro and found that the confidant he trusted most silently nodded. Obviously, what the captain said was not wrong.

After trying hard to take several deep breaths, Field calmed down his trembling body. He asked calmly: "If I remember correctly, your name is Mitchell? You and Colonel Castro have been discussing here for so long, have you come up with any countermeasures?"

"No, Your Excellency the Governor."

Mitchell smiled bitterly and said, "It is obvious that during this week, the Ming army transferred a large number of supplies and troops from the local area. They are bound to win the Fort San Petro. We have no other way except to resist firmly."

"I just want to know if we can hold on!" Field almost roared with a roaring voice.

"Only God knows this!" Mitchell's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and despair that anyone could hear.

"God... look... what is that?" Just as Mitchell spoke, another terrifying voice sounded next to him.
Chapter completed!