"Your Highness the King, in order to prevent unnecessary casualties for the people of your country, I, the Ming Dynasty Champion Hou Youming, will give you an hour to consider unconditional surrender. After an hour, our four-nation coalition will begin to attack the city! By the way, time starts from us.

Counting from the time of departure, there is still almost half an hour left."

In the Spanish Royal Palace located in the west of Madrid, Wang Hui, who took the initiative to ask Ying to take over the envoy mission, suppressed the smile in his heart and looked serious as he looked at the Spanish King Felipe III with the peculiar "dragon appearance" in front of him.

He immediately announced an ultimatum from his father, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

At the end of September in the twenty-seventh year of Wanli of the Ming Dynasty, the 5,000 Dutch Expeditionary Force, as Wang Bing had expected, also joined the Ming Expeditionary Army under the leadership of Van Linberg, an "old acquaintance", at the gates of Madrid.

At this point, the "Seville Security Army" formed by the Ming, Portuguese, Dutch and a small Moorish people who had not yet established a country, a total of 55,000 people, the "Chinese and Western Four Nations Allied Forces" arrived in Madrid.

However, contrary to what Conde and Van Linberg expected, after all the coalition forces joined forces, Wang Bing did not immediately send troops to attack, but instead sent envoys to the city of Madrid to persuade them to surrender.

After all, the Ming Dynasty had no territorial claim on Spain. If it could win without a fight, that would of course be the best.

"Surrender? Impossible. Spain will never surrender! We also have the most powerful army in Europe..."

Knowing the purpose of the Ming envoy's visit from the interpreter, Felipe III raised his shoehorn face in anger, stirred his fat tongue and roared loudly and indistinctly.

"Damn it, how can a person who can't even explain these words be the leader of a country?"

After hearing Felipe III's inarticulate roar, Wang Hui couldn't help but murmur in disdain.

"Brother Sang, what is this shoehorn mumbling about?"

After muttering, the king turned his head and looked at the Portuguese envoy Santes, who was also acting as an interpreter.

"It seems to be saying that he doesn't want to surrender. I didn't hear the details clearly. The king's accent is really..."

Upon hearing Wang Hui's inquiry, Santes couldn't help but shrugged helplessly.

There is no way, this Felipe III's tongue is too enlarged. Except for those who are familiar with him, very few people can understand what his meaningless syllables represent.

"Brother Sang, isn't this a waste of words? With the way he is, no one knows that he doesn't agree to surrender."

Wang Hui couldn't help but be speechless when he heard Santes's answer, which made no difference whether he said it or not.

But fortunately, the Spaniards also knew what kind of virtue their king was talking about. Therefore, when Wang Hui and others looked confused, a short and fat Spanish minister stood up and spoke on behalf of their king.

Translate 'up.

"The most powerful army in Europe? It turns out that in the previous battle in Seville, the army led by Duke Lerma was not the Spanish army! Hahahaha..."

After listening to Santes' translation again and looking at the short and fat Spanish minister in front of him, Wang Hui couldn't help laughing arrogantly with a mocking look on his face.

It turned out that this pudgy Spanish minister was the Duke of Lerma who had led the Spanish Royal Field Army to attack Seville. I don’t know what method he used, or whether Felipe III relied too much on him.

In short, after coming back from a big defeat, he was not accused.

"In this case, then you just wait until the city is destroyed and the country is destroyed!"

After laughing, before the Spanish monarchs and ministers could speak again, Wang Hui said a few words, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Haha, it seems that you and Europa also have the rule of not killing each other when fighting between the two countries? Why, you still want to detain us?"

Looking at the several Spanish palace guards who were blocking him, Wang Hui couldn't help but turned around and glanced at Felipe and the other Spanish monarchs with disdain.

"Your Majesty the King, Duke of Lerma, don't say I didn't remind you. If you dare to detain this envoy from the Ming Dynasty or hurt a hair on his head, hehe, I can guarantee that not only Madrid, but also your entire Spain

It is estimated that there will not be another living person!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to translate for Wang Hui, Santes, who knew Wang Hui's identity, couldn't help but look solemnly at the Spanish monarchs and ministers in the palace.

"The envoy misunderstood, how could we do such a thing as detaining and harming the envoy. What we mean is that the matter can still be discussed..."

Seeing the solemn expression on Santes' face, except for Felipe III, all the Spanish ministers in the palace couldn't help but change their expressions.

Just kidding, they have done a lot of massacres to those Indians in the New World. But killing others and being massacred by others are two completely different things.

As for whether the people of the Ming Dynasty were talking big words to intimidate them, they did not dare to gamble. After all, the Ming army's combat effectiveness and results had been verified by them personally. They did not have enough confidence to defend Madrid.

"Discuss? Haha, from the moment you massacred my people of Ming Dynasty in Luzon, you are no longer qualified to discuss with me, Ming Dynasty! You have only one choice, surrender unconditionally and accept all conditions of Ming Dynasty, so that you can still

Keep your country. Otherwise, Spain will become ashes of history!”

Staring at the Spanish monarchs and ministers in front of him with a cold face, Wang Hui's face, which looked a little childish, did not hide the murderous look at this moment.

Despite his young age, after being tempered by the war in the past two years, especially after suppressing the rebellion in Seville some time ago, the iron-blooded killing spirit in him is real.

"The incident in Manila was a misunderstanding. It was de Vera who made the decision without the knowledge of the Spanish government..."

Faced with Wang Hui's murderous warning, even Felipe III couldn't help but become a little silent.

"Okay, if you have misunderstood me, you should understand it for yourselves. I am too lazy to listen to your sophistry. What's more, these are no longer important. What is important is that you killed my people, the people of the Ming Dynasty, then you must accept the consequences.

Punishment, pay the corresponding price, and say goodbye!"

Before Santes could finish translating the opponent's sophistry, Wang Hui waved his hand at him. Then, after warning Felipe III for the last time, he turned around and pulled away the Spanish palace guard who was blocking the way.

He strode away with his companions, Santes and others.

"You all tell me, what should we do now? Should we accept the Ming people's terms and surrender to the city, or should we hold on to Madrid and fight them to the death?"

Seeing Wang Hui and others leaving arrogantly, Felipe III no longer felt angry as before. Instead, he used his deformed and fat tongue to question all the ministers in the palace in a vague voice.

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