"You see clearly, this is your king's armor! Now give you some time to discuss it. If we don't agree with satisfaction before noon, then fire the cannon to attack the city!"

Under Motrill, the flag was like a flame that was beating with the wind. Three knights in black armor roared at the people at Motrill. Then the armor was thrown in place and drove back. The people on the city were left behind to face the bright but black armor, which was stained with blackened armor. At this time, Motrill was already a city with a lot of black smoke and had been tormented by the fire. Since the musketeers got ashore, the several volleys of the "reincarnation cannons" suppressed the resistance of the entire city.

Yes, when Zhao Fubo led his men to attack reinforcements, the people in Motril had not surrendered yet. Although they knew that the "Emperor Aladdin" came, when they saw the musketeers, they understood that those were Europeans. If it was not embarrassing to surrender to "Emperor Aladdin", as a Muslim, surrendering to Europeans was something they were unwilling to accept.

When they saw the subordinates of "Emperor Aladdin" bringing the armor of the Lord of the Kingdom of Granada, they knew that the Kingdom of Granada had no hope. Faced with such a helpless situation, the resistance of Motril City was completely over.

“Does it be time for us to surrender?”

At this time, there is often a general guarding the city. At this moment, he is wrapped in some cloth, with black bloodstains faintly revealed on it. Looking at the neatly arranged Great Song Yulin Army outside the city. The artillery team that had returned to the team was lined up in front of the soldiers, and behind it was sitting upright on the horse, a black formation like a silent iron block. The general guarding the city looked at the formation outside the city and looked at the panic in the eyes of his soldiers. He also knew that he could not continue to fight.

The only thing that made him feel better was that he was surrendering to a monarch recognized by Mustasin, the Caliph Mustasin of Baghdad. He sighed in his heart, and waved to his soldiers, and then untied his sword. Looking at the scimitar made of Damascus steel in his hand, his heart was filled with sourness.

From a faith perspective, he fought hard, but he could not save the last piece of Muslims in the Arab Empire. He just needed to look at the musketeers outside the city to know that the "Emperor Aladdin" cooperated with the Europeans.

In fact, this was not correct in his mind. To be precise, Zhao Fubo was not interested in any religion, because the Confucian tradition of the Song Dynasty never really believed in anything like strange powers and gods. In addition, when Martin educated Zhao Fubo, he also intentionally put those things aside. After all, for a science student, if he wanted to believe it, he needed repeatable experiments to prove it, otherwise he would not be able to talk about it.

In this era, it was originally extremely dangerous to turn against Muslims and European Catholics at the same time. But when it was so pale and powerless when it was used to deal with bullets with contrast or curses, "Emperor Aladdin" was the same as God and Allah.

The suspension bridge made a "squeak...bang" sound, and the soldiers and civilians in the city lined up in a long squad and left the city under the leadership of the city lord and the general guarding the city. The leader was the guard, who held his scimitar and official seal. However, Zhao Fubo didn't care about these things, just like his subordinates.

"Twist weapons to the left, and debris to the right. Go to the shed over there to take off your clothes. The wounded go there!"

The guards wrapped in rags limped, but when they faced the Yulin Army of the Song Dynasty, the only thing he could do was obey orders and obey commands. As usual, craftsmen, scholars, and beauties were wiped out and drove back to Sardinia on the ship at the port. I believe that the emerging, safe and relaxed way there would soon make them forget everything. The premise was that they had to act according to the rules of the "Shenzhou Law", and as for religion, there was no effect there. The only thing religion could do was to do good. Except for doing good, according to the provisions of the "Shenzhou Law", no religion had any necessity for existence.

Taking off clothes here is not something Zhao Fubo and his men have any bad habits. Of course, beautiful girls, scholars and craftsmen will also be cleaned and sent to Sardinia. Zhao Fubo doesn't want them to bring any infectious diseases there. As for others, after taking off their clothes, they will go into a soapy pool. Soak it in for 15 minutes, and then there is a pool of water behind it. After rinsing it, it will come out quickly. Then there is a full set of work clothes, work boots, and wicker caps.

From now on, everyone in the city is working. Their task is to build the Tiger Leap Fortress in Gibraltar and the Dragon Teng Fortress opposite. As Sophia said, although the name is a bit dirt, with these two fortresses, the door there can be closed at any time in the oil world in the future.

The direction the wounded went was Zhao Fubo's field hospital. Since he surrendered and became a slave, Zhao Fubo did not intend to make things difficult for them. He was well-treated and could work hard to repair the fortress. If the disabled were willing, he would go to the fortress construction site to do work such as door guards and fighting. Others got a boat back and threw it back to the coast of Africa.

Zhao Fubo was not interested in Motril City. This place was worthless to him, but since he agreed to Sophia and regarded it as the territory of the future Duke of Granada in the future, Zhao Fubo naturally sent a small team of musketeers to temporarily station. The elderly and women and children stayed here together.

When Governor Carlos of Cote could come back to take over, this is a base for providing food for the two fortresses of "Tiger Leaping Dragon Teng". After everything was done, a day passed. As expected, Zhao Fubo and Louis IX met at the City Lord's Mansion.

"I really didn't expect it to be so soon!"

Louis IX did not expect that the fall of Motrill would be so rapid. Moreover, there were no casualties from Zhao Fubo's men, but there were dozens of casualties when the musketeers were besieging the city. What he did not expect was that Zhao Fubo could easily solve reinforcements and easily capture Motrill. In his observation, even if he was leading the musketeers, Motrill would have to take a long and several days before he had a chance.

In fact, it was because Louis IX did not understand that Zhao Fubo's attack level was not just the opponent's armed strength. When the armor of Boabdir, the king of the Kingdom of Granada, appeared here, the entire defense will had completely collapsed.
Chapter completed!