Captain Drake used his trump card, holding his hands in front of his chest, as if he was not afraid of you not being able to get into a trap.

"It's the Spanish invincible fleet, is it going to go to Luzon soon?" But Zhao Hao said carelessly.

"This..." Drake's face turned pale, he calmed down and said with a sneer: "You guessed it from my words, right? But can you guess their specific departure time? How many warships, how many soldiers, who are the commanders, and what is the combat plan?"

"It should be more than you know." Zhao Hao said leisurely: "I was preparing for this war five years ago. If you still need to collect information through you, it would be too failure?"

"It's not bad to prove it, right?" Drake couldn't help but beg.

"Do you have evidence to prove your intelligence?" Zhao Hao said again in an angry tone.

"Yes!" Captain Drake, who was almost driven crazy, said loudly without hesitation: "I have Spanish prisoners on my ship!"

"You talk about the two Spaniards named Mario and Ugo? They have exchanged intelligence for freedom." Zhao Hao picked up a folder from the table and opened it and said, "Prepare nine fleets including the Pacific Fleet, the Atlantic Fleet, the Andalusian Squadron, and the Gippsco Squadron, forming an invincible fleet."

Captain Drake's face became paler, and the other party was indeed more detailed than he knew. What made him feel more frightened was the other party's attitude of not giving him any chance.

"The fleet carries 10,000 Spanish soldiers and 15,000 New Spanish soldiers, equipped with the most advanced muskets. It set off after the typhoon season in 1779, and after arriving in Cebu, it took a break and gathered 3,000 local Filipino soldiers to launch combat operations, first recover Manila as quickly as possible, and then join forces with the Portuguese as much as possible, and recruit 5,000 soldiers in Japan to ensure that the entire Ming Dynasty can be quickly occupied."

After Zhao Hao finished reading, he looked at Drake and said, "Is there anything Captain who needs to add?"

"No." Drake shook his head dejectedly and couldn't help but question: "This is the first time we British have set foot in Asia in history. We must have never offended you, why are we so difficult for us!"

"You really haven't offended me..." Zhao Hao said in his heart, but your descendants have offended our country a lot. However, they still smiled with a reserved smile on their faces: "But according to the confession of your crew, you have been engaged in slave trade for many years, burning, killing, looting, and being a pirate who does everything he wants!"

As he said that, he pointed at himself, then at Drake and said, "Everyone with a sense of justice will not have a good impression of a villain like you, right?"

"We have a privateer license issued by Her Majesty the Queen! It is legal to authorize us to attack, capture, and rob the enemy's merchant ships during the war!" Drake hurriedly defended.

"Maybe the law of your robber country, but not our Ming country!" Zhao Hao sneered, brushed the folder in his hand, and said in a disgusting tone: "Do you think you are justified in the massacre against women and children on Laslin Island?"

Drake seemed to have been hit by a weak point and immediately lost his arrogance. He didn't expect that his subordinates would even offer the biggest stains in his life. After defending him, it seemed redundant and ridiculous.

"So, have you admitted it?" Zhao Hao asked coldly.

"Yes." Drake nodded.

In fact, at that time, he was just a fleet commander, carrying the army of the Earl of Essex onto the island. He was not the mastermind of the massacre. But he was proud that he could not deny it.

"Okay, then there is no need to ask anymore." Zhao Hao took the record of the secretary and glanced at Cai Ming and said, "Let him put his handprints."

Cai Ming then took the prepared ink paste and the two guards pressed Drake's arm at the same time without saying a word.

"What is this for?" Drake asked loudly.

"The dialogue record just now." Macaron, who was the translator, said: "You can't understand anyway, just press the handprint."

Drake was confused and they were dipped ink on his hands and pressed it on the transcript.

Cai Ming asked the young master to look at it again, Zhao Hao glanced at it, waved his hand and said, "Send it to the court."

The guard then took Drake, who was trapped in self-doubt, and went down.

~~

The position of the Luzon Governor's Office in the Ming Dynasty was similar to that of the Xuanfu Division, such as the San Xuan and Liu Wei.

That is, the so-called "the world has its own place, the world controls its people, the world governs its troops, the world governs its place, and the world receives its title." Luzon's corvee and taxes and the power of life and death are all in the hands of the Governor's Office, and the court does not care. No one needs to report to the Ministry of Justice to resign!

However, the Governor's Office also established a trial court and, in accordance with the criminal law promulgated by the group in Xingang City, tried those who violated the law in their jurisdiction. It must be reviewed and approved by the Council and sent to the Governor's signature before it can be implemented.

When Mr. Zhao and Governor Xu Zheng of Luzon and his representatives had lunch together, the head of the trial court, Cheng Qian, the student of Zhao Hao, sent a thick stack of trial documents.

"So quickly?" Zhao Hao put down the grilled pork chops in his hand, picked up a wet wipe and wiped his hands, and took the stack of trial books.

"Reply to the teacher, half a month ago, the criminal investigation department ended the investigation of this group of British pirates and handed over to our court for trial." Cheng Qian replied in a serious manner: "It's only one bandit leader Drake has not yet pleaded guilty. Just now, he faced his companion's confession and confessed to his piracy. This court determined that the facts of the case were clear and the evidence was sufficient, and the verdict could be pronounced in court."

"That's how." Zhao Hao seemed to know about this, nodded and quickly finished reading the trial. He smiled at Cheng Qian and said, "It just so happened that the Governor and all the representatives of the Council are here. Why don't you work hard and just do some business here?"

"It should be." Xu Zheng, Liu Xuesheng, Gao Erye, and Huang Song nodded quickly.

Zhao Hao asked someone to clean up the table beside him, and everyone in the review board circulated the trial book and reviewed it on the spot. When he saw that all the trial results were all the death penalty, several of the review representatives could not help but be shocked.

Pirates were rampant along the coast of Luzon, and the Governor's Office never tolerated the pirates they caught, but they were sentenced to lifelong labor and sent to mine. One hundred and two pirates like this were sentenced to death for pirate crimes, and they met for the first time as soon as they were executed immediately.

But everyone was not a big deal. They understood that this was the embodiment of Mr. Zhao's will, so no one said a word and nodded in agreement. Then the rotating representative Huang Song signed and stamped the trial documents one by one. Then he asked for a seal. Oh no, after the Governor of Luzon Xu Zheng signed and used seals, 102 judgments officially took effect.

"Execute it." Zhao Hao nodded to the disciple.

"Yes!" Cheng Qian, holding the trial book in his hand, responded in a deep voice.

An hour later, Captain Drake, who had a hearty lunch, was taken to a small hill outside the nursing home and tied to a pine tree.

Seeing the firing squad loading rifles, he naturally knew what was waiting for him in the next moment. He struggled angrily and roared and questioned Zhao Hao, who was in prison in person not far away, why did he have to kill himself?!

"Because u r Francis Drake." Zhao Hao replied in Chinese English with a blank expression.

The captain stood there in shock until the gunshot sounded, and he still couldn't figure out why he had to die if he was Drake?

When the firing squad was about to withdraw the guns, the prison officer stepped forward to check and reported loudly: "Five bullets will kill the heart, and it will be fatal!"

"Carry and bury, and have a grand funeral." Zhao Hao took a last look at Drake in the pool of blood and waved his hand with an ugly expression.

Captain Drake, the legend of the future legend, is one of the few people he admires most in this era.

In fact, on the way here, Zhao Hao was always struggling whether to let him go.

But after seeing him and having a conversation in person, Zhao Hao decided not to leave any trouble. He must be eliminated immediately, so as not to let this guy with great luck escape by any means.

However, I don’t know if it was because his luck had been taken away by Lin Feng or the saying of luck was nonsense. Without any accident, the bullet pierced his heart and the captain’s adventure ended...

The feeling of ending the legend by himself before it even began is really uncomfortable.

Although Zhao Hao's heart was already cold and hard enough, it still took some time to digest this matter.

"Give me a cigarette." Zhao Hao said to Cai Ming.

Cai Ming quickly took out the cigarette box, popped out one for the young master, and took out a lighter to light it for him.

Zhao Hao smoked silently and looked at the executioner who took Drake off the pine tree and put it in a body bag and transported it away.

After collecting the body, the guard carefully shoveled soil to cover up the blood on the ground, so as not to scare the military and civilians who are coming to recuperate.

Zhao Hao then put out the cigarette and turned to the white-faced Portuguese king Sebastian, who was next to him, and said: "Let Your Majesty wait for a long time."

Sebastian was already full of resentment and was about to vent his anger after seeing him.

However, at this moment, he had no temper at all. He felt a wave of fear and said, "No, it doesn't matter. I have time, so it doesn't matter if I wait another year..."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the person executed just now is a pirate full of evil. You are different. You are a noble king, uh, the former king." Zhao Hao bowed and invited the former Portugal king to take a walk in the mountain trail.

"Former King..." Sebastian said with a look of a stagnation: "Have my uncle been crowned the king?"

Zhao Hao nodded and asked Liang Qin to tell him the latest situation in Portugal. Unfortunately, Liang Qin was not very good at speaking Portuguese, so he had to let Macaron translate.

After listening, Sebastian calmed down because everything was as expected. He said to Zhao Hao in a deep voice: "His Majesty the Pope will not agree to my uncle lifting his oath. As long as I don't go back for a day, my cousin Philip II will not give up his covetousness to the Portuguese throne!"

As he said that, he bowed to Zhao Hao and said, "Please allow me to return to Portugal. I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life!"
Chapter completed!