Chapter 1447: Attack on Mindanao
"Legion Commander, His Majesty is replying!"
The adjutant delivered the letter to Mu Jiansheng.
He unfolded the secret letter and read it carefully twice, a smile appearing on his face.
"His Majesty has finally issued an order. Order all ships and guns to prepare and aim at the Franji fortresses. Let them experience the power of the Ming artillery."
Along with flag signals, Mu Jiansheng's order was conveyed.
One cannon after another was loaded and calibrated , and all the cannons were pointed at the fortress built by the Francois.
Inside the fortress, François, the Spanish commander in Mindanao, held a glass and sipped the red wine.
This was shipped from home and was a rare delicacy in the Far Eastern colonies.
As a rear admiral, being sent to a colony as governor was undoubtedly an exclusion.
It's like cutting off your future.
Fortunately, however, this land was relatively rich. As long as he plundered it extensively, he could amass a large fortune before retirement and return to his homeland to become a wealthy man.
However, most of the local wealth is concentrated in the hands of the Chinese.
In the past, they would just rob it.
But now it is different from the past. The power of the Ming Dynasty is expanding rapidly and has extended to the sea. The Ming Dynasty’s fleet is parked outside the port.
If they had not taken into consideration the possibility of war between the two countries, they would have invaded long ago.
At this juncture, François naturally did not dare to let the colonial army help him plunder wealth.
However, seeing the wealth there, François was unwilling to give it up.
So he came up with an idea, which was to encourage the natives to loot the Chinese community.
After the natives had robbed most of the wealth, he would bring the colonial army in under the pretext of suppressing the rebellion and kill all the troublemaking natives. In that way, all the wealth would fall into his hands.
Those natives are also dead, so there is no evidence to prove the incident.
The Ming Dynasty had no evidence and could do nothing about it.
By then, he can live the life of a rich man with his wealth.
As for how much friction would arise between the two countries as a result, it was not within his consideration.
After finalizing the plan, François came to the window and looked at the city below. At this time, the setting sun was as red as blood, sprinkling on the sea.
"What a nice city, but it's going to be a river of blood soon."
The corners of Francois' mouth curled up slightly.
"Let Hei Lun, the chief of the natives, come to see me."
Francois said to the guard.
A moment later, a dark-skinned native dressed in linen entered the room.
"Do as I say. We will share the wealth in half. During the operation, I guarantee that no colonial army will interfere with you."
"Okay!" A cruel smile appeared on Hei Lun's lips.
He had long coveted those riches.
If he had not been intimidated by the colonial army, he would have taken action long ago.
Moreover, he had long coveted the women of the Ming Dynasty.
Her skin was as smooth as silk and as white as cream, much better than the dark and thin women of the natives.
Today, he can finally try it.
Hei Lun drew the scimitar from his waist and prepared to lead the natives under his command to take action.
Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of the ships outside the harbor.
He seemed to see a cannon emitting smoke.
"Those Ming ships fired? Impossible. How dare they start a war with the invincible Franks? Don't they know the reputation of the Franks' invincible fleet?"
These thoughts lingered in Heilun's mind.
However, the next second, a shell hit the fortress.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud bang.
A deep hole had been smashed into the rock wall of the fortress, with bits of rubble falling in sparse patches.
There was a tremor in the room.
A large amount of dust was shaken off, making François and Hei Lun covered in dust.
The priceless red wine was also covered with dust.
However, François no longer cared about that at this time.
He threw the wine glass aside and ran to the windowsill.
Outside the window, in the harbor, the Ming fleet roared.
Smoke rose from the cannons and shells hit the fortress.
There were explosions everywhere in the fortress, and the rising smoke and dust almost completely obscured the fortress.
"How is it possible? How dare they fire? Aren't they afraid of starting a war?"
Francois stared at the ships in the harbor in disbelief.
Those ships kept spewing out shells, which turned the entire fortress upside down.
Some city walls were even breached by dense artillery shells.
“Run!”
François didn't dare to stay by the window any longer, so he turned around and ran back, preparing to hide in the bunker.
As a result, at this moment, the entire fortress began to tilt, and François lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The next second, the fortress collapsed completely.
Boom!
The huge fortress collapsed, destroying a large area of buildings.
"Grenadiers have landed and are delivering the Emperor's message. Anyone who cannot speak the official language of the Ming Dynasty will be killed!"
Mu Jiansheng said in a cold voice.
Teams of grenadiers came ashore in small boats.
With their rifles they searched for any enemy.
A native saw the chaos and planned to take advantage of it to rob.
He had just rushed into the Chinese community with a machete when he was shot in the head by a grenadier.
"Is this the stove for the Queen Mother of the West? Why is he so black?" The grenadier took a look at the dark native on the ground and stabbed him with his bayonet. After confirming that he was dead, he pulled out the bayonet and looked for the next target.
Before the fleet arrived, Han Yu asked the Jinyiwei to send people to the island to conduct a survey and find out the situation on the island.
After the army landed, they first protected the Chinese community with the help of the Jinyiwei, and then used this as a base to continue to clear out the area.
The natives and Franks who would come to offend were killed one by one, and their heads were cut off and cast into mausoleums.
"Who are they?" A Chinese child opened his big eyes and looked curiously at the Ming grenadiers outside who were wearing dark blue uniforms.
As far as he could remember, they had always been the ones being bullied.
No one ever helped them.
Whether natives or Franks.
Now, these people coming from the sea are actually helping them.
It made him feel incredible .
"They are Ming people, our army, and our fellow tribesmen," said an old man.
"Ming Dynasty." For the first time, the child became interested in this country thousands of miles away.
He wanted to know where this country was and why it would help them.
Seeds sprout in the hearts of children.
The sky gradually brightened and the smoke finally dissipated.
The city of Davao has become a ruin, with the bodies of natives and Franks scattered all over the place.
Most of the city has been burned down by the war.
But Mu Jiansheng didn't care. It was just a city. He could rebuild it as long as he wanted.
Let those colonists’ buildings be destroyed, which is a good opportunity to rebuild the Ming Dynasty’s buildings and turn this place into Ming Dynasty’s land forever.
