Rebirth of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao Becomes a God

Then he turned and walked towards the city gate, stopping not far from the city wall.

He took a deep breath, then summoned up his strength and shouted loudly toward the city wall in fluent Spanish:

"Listen up, all the foreign devils on the city wall! The great Chinese army has arrived here!

The navy that you are so proud of, the so-called Spanish Invincible Armada, has long been completely annihilated by our brave and fearless Heaven and Earth Army!

Your army has also laid down their arms and chosen to surrender.

Your governor, Wales, has already abandoned the city and fled.

Now, on behalf of the Heaven and Earth Army, I formally order you to surrender immediately - unconditionally!

If you still refuse to open the city gates and surrender within the next ten minutes, the Heaven and Earth Army will launch a siege without hesitation!"

Most of the people living in this royal city are the families of Spanish soldiers, among whom women and children account for a considerable proportion, while there are relatively few young and middle-aged people. Apart from these family members, only a handful of merchants can be considered strong and healthy people.

At noon, bursts of artillery fire coming from the direction of the dock broke the tranquility of the royal city, like thunder exploding in people's ears, causing a deep sense of worry and fear in the hearts of the residents in the city.

They originally thought that the deafening sound of artillery fire meant that the Dutch or British army was approaching with great momentum.

After all, these two countries had been competing fiercely with Spain for maritime hegemony, and war had become almost commonplace.

Moreover, in recent years, the once invincible Spanish Armada has suffered repeated defeats on the battlefield, as if it had entered a state of decline.

You know, the Dutch and the British are both rebels against Catholicism, and they believe in the hateful Protestantism.

For these devout Spanish Catholics, if they were unfortunate enough to fall into the clutches of the Protestants, it would be more painful than death.

Therefore, under the urgent call of Father Sharar of the Catholic Church in the royal city, everyone in the city, regardless of gender or age, as long as they were able to take up arms, rushed to the city gate.

In a short time, the streets below the city gate were crowded with thousands of white people and their slaves.

Everyone held a variety of weapons in their hands, including sticks, forks, kitchen knives, and even benches.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the city.

When I listened carefully, I found out that it was news about the battle at noon.

However, a heartbreaking piece of bad news came from this loud voice outside the city wall:

The Spanish Navy has been completely destroyed!

This shocking news instantly struck the hearts of the navy's families. In an instant, cries and shouts intertwined and resounded through the sky.

When they learned that the army had also chosen to surrender and were captured, the army's families could no longer suppress their emotions and joined in the grief and cries.

The entire royal city was instantly submerged in endless sorrow, as if it had turned into an ocean of despair.

On the city wall, Father Sharal stood there with a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the front.

Just now, the Chinese people's voices were heard from the other side, demanding their unconditional surrender.

This request made the proud priest extremely angry, because the Chinese did not give the honorable Pope any face at all and were unwilling to negotiate.

However, when Father Sharal turned his head and looked at the royal city behind him, he couldn't help feeling sad.

All I saw was women and children in the city crying and wailing. The miserable cries echoed throughout the city, which was heartbreaking.

At this time, the Chinese army outside the city had already begun to build artillery positions in an orderly manner.

The black gun barrels were raised high, pointing straight at the royal city, as if ferocious beasts had opened their bloody mouths, ready to devour the city at any time.

"Ugh--"

Father Sharal sighed helplessly and thought to himself:

"These Chinese people are not cruel and inhumane pagans, nor are they Protestant rebels who have abandoned orthodox beliefs. What they practice is Confucianism and Taoism, and they emphasize propriety, righteousness, integrity, and morality.

I think they would not commit brutal and bloody massacres like those barbaric pagans."

Thinking of this, Father Sharal felt a little relieved, but he still couldn't help but sigh deeply again.

He silently made the sign of the cross on his chest and prayed quietly for a moment. Finally, he made up his mind and said to the believers beside him: "Forget it, open the city gate! May God bless us..."

As his words fell, the heavy city gate slowly opened with a dull sound, as if foreshadowing that the city was about to face an unknown fate.

Not long after, the majestic and magnificent gate of the royal city slowly opened.

Sharar led many monks and nuns from Catholic churches and monasteries, standing in neat rows on both sides of the city gate.

Each of them held a Bible and a shining cross tightly in their hands, and kept reciting scriptures in a low voice.

Not far from the city gate, Li Qiang turned to look at Xiang Zhixia beside him and asked in confusion: "What on earth are these foreign monks chanting at the city gate?"

Xiang Zhixia quickly tilted his ear and listened carefully, then replied: "General, they are praying to God to forgive their sin of surrendering."

Hearing this explanation, Li Qiang was immediately furious and shouted indignantly, "Bullshit! I came to the city today with great joy, but these foreign monks made me feel like I had died. It was as unlucky as if I was at a funeral!"

After cursing, he quickly turned around and shouted to the guard company commander Niu next to him: "Old Niu, take your company and drive all these messy foreign monks away!"

Then, he turned to Zhixia and ordered, "Go and notify the society quickly, and have those who are beating drums and gongs, performing lion dances and dragon dances, all take action, and make the scene at the city gate more lively and more imposing. We must enter this royal city in a majestic and glorious manner this time!"

After a while, two hundred mighty and strong soldiers rushed into the group of monks and nuns who were chanting at the city gate. These clergymen were frightened and fled in all directions, but there were also some who were confused, like Sharal, who continued to stand there and chant, refusing to believe in the evil. What was waiting for them was to be hit by rifle butts, and they immediately fell to the ground with ghosts howling.

Sharar touched the blood on his head and muttered, "Oh my God, aren't Chinese people born in the Year of the Sheep? How can they be so cruel?"