When the Marines were escorting the prisoners back, they happened to meet the coast guard officers and soldiers who were supporting the operation returning to the camp.

Among the group of prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs and tied together with ropes, Colonel Saldo stared at the guys coming from the east.

Although he could not understand what they were saying, the colonel knew that they were the enemy who had dismantled his pontoon bridge and set up artillery positions on the other side of the river.

He couldn't figure out what kind of magic the Ming people had used to place hundreds of heavy artillery on his way back in just a few hours...

Uh, wait…

Why does it look like the two of them can carry a cannon?

Colonel Sardo tried to rub his eyes, but his hands were tied behind his back, so he could only rub his eyes on the back of the adjutant in front of him.

"Hate it..." The adjutant said shyly, "There are so many people."

Sardo didn't care about flirting, and stared at the Ming army with wide eyes. Yes, it was indeed two people carrying a cannon, talking and laughing as they passed by him.

How could it be steel if it looked so light?

"Verda de ohijode Puta!" Colonel Sardo's face immediately turned as red as Zhao Benshan's. Even a fool could see that it was simply made of paper tied with bamboo strips!

He had some knowledge of Han culture and had heard that people in the Ming Dynasty had the custom of making paper people and paper horses for the dead. He didn't expect that he would be deceived by them using a few funerary objects.

The adjutant thought he was scolding him, rolled his eyes and said, "Enfadado, Chancho?"

Colonel Saldo was extremely furious. He struggled and roared, and even after being hit by several rifle butts from the Marines, he still did not stop.

"What the hell is he yelling about?" Wu Da bit his cigar, sitting on a cart, letting the medical staff bandage his left arm. He was stabbed by a Spanish spear there, but fortunately he dodged in time and only got a cut.

"He said we used paper cannons to scare people. Victory achieved through deception is not fair." Chen Yongquan couldn't help laughing, and the officers and soldiers also laughed.

"Damn it, you are stupid and yet you blame others!" It is easy to suffer losses if you are stubborn, so naturally, Saldo was hit by a few bullet butts.

Wu Da raised his hand, blew out a smoke ring and said, "That's not the case. We still have some real cannons, right?"

"Three gates." said Pan Jinlian, who was leading the coast guard officers and soldiers to set up battle array on the opposite bank.

"What's the point of three gates?" Saldo said angrily, "If we don't fall for it and force our way to the other side, you'll lose!"

"Nonsense!" Pan Jinlian raised his eyebrows and said, "Do our coast guard officers and soldiers just serve as decoration?"

"That's right. If you choose to cross the river, then we will fight with real swords and guns. Do you think you can still win?" Wu Da sneered and said, "We just cherish the lives of our officers and soldiers, but we are not afraid of sacrifice!"

"Yes, it's not like we haven't fought before. We just stabbed it so hard that the yolk came out!" The Marines also laughed.

~~

By the time the soldiers escorted the prisoners and transported the wounded back to the camp, it was already late at night.

The beach camp was still brightly lit with flames. Master Zhao personally led all the soldiers and civilians in the camp to welcome the triumphant officers and soldiers outside the camp.

Everyone was happy after the victory. They slaughtered pigs and cattle, cooked fish and stewed shrimps, rewarded the troops, and distributed roasted food to their subordinates. The whole camp became a sea of ​​joy.

At the celebration banquet, Mr. Zhao personally delivered a speech, announcing that the battle had wiped out 3,100 Spanish officers and soldiers, including 400 prisoners and 2,700 killed. Luzon Island had been completely liberated from the Spanish.

What? You ask why there are no wounded prisoners? There are none. You say this is a coincidence? Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

After drinking the celebratory wine with the soldiers and civilians, Zhao Hao sat back in his seat, a little drunk, and asked Jin Ke beside him: "Why do I feel like I missed something?"

"Indeed." Jin Ke smiled bitterly and pointed to the pitch-black Manila Royal City, saying, "Young Master, you forgot about that place."

"Oh, look at my memory." Zhao Hao patted his forehead. But he couldn't be blamed entirely. In the past month, both the Royal City of Manila and the Fort Santiago had become silent, and there was no light at night. Over time, it was easy to overlook that the enemy's capital had not been liberated.

"It's about time to resolve it, right?" Jin Ke asked in a low voice.

"Let's see the situation tomorrow." Zhao Hao ordered in a deep voice.

~~

The next afternoon, the reconnaissance balloon took off.

This time, the Beidou Squadron specially prepared five hot air balloons to take off together, and also prepared a lot of bombs, ready to seize the honor of the first formation bombing in human history.

However, they were unable to fulfill even this small wish, because after a careful search with five hot air balloons, they did not see a single living person. All they could see were skeletons. Occasionally, there were a few skinny crows foraging for food. It was like a ghost town, which was creepy...

After receiving the investigators' reports, Zhao Hao discussed with Jin Ke and decided to send a ground reconnaissance team into the royal city for investigation.

In accordance with the "Coast Guard Epidemic Prevention Regulations", all members of the team wore first-level biochemical protection equipment.

Previously, this type of protective equipment was only used in hospitals and medical schools. Considering that Nanyang is a place of malaria, Zhao Hao ordered that all maritime police forces performing land missions south of Taiwan be equipped with a certain amount of protective equipment.

In fact, medical schools have long studied that the so-called miasma is nothing more than methane, hydrogen sulfide, ammonia, etc. produced by the fermentation of dead branches and leaves in the jungle. These gases are toxic to a certain extent, but the dosage is far from enough to make people sick.

The three main factors that led to the outbreak of epidemics in Guangdong, Guangxi and Southeast Asia were mosquito bites, hot and humid weather, and unclean food. Among them, the former was the most common and difficult to prevent.

Although protective equipment can indeed prevent insect-borne diseases, this is a subtropical area. Who can wear protective clothing all day? If you do that, you will die of heat stroke before you get infected by mosquito bites or insect bites...

Because protective clothing is actually of little practical use in Southeast Asia. But it can play an extremely good comforting role, greatly reducing the officers and soldiers' resistance to the deployment to the south.

Statistics show that the incidence rate of the Coast Guard troops equipped with protective clothing when deployed in the South Seas is much lower than that of the troops not equipped with protective clothing. The placebo effect is so terrifying that senior police officers who know the truth can't help but secretly marvel that Mr. Zhao is really a demon who plays with people's hearts.

But it’s always better to be prepared, and I came in handy today.

The members of the reconnaissance team wore one-piece oilcloth protective suits, with their sleeves and trouser legs tied tightly into rubber gloves and long boots. In addition to goggles, they also wore a slightly scary filter mask.

It has three layers of densely filled cotton wool, separated by lime, fine charcoal and wool soaked in glycerin. It is currently used in fire brigades in various counties and has a good filtering effect on smoke and dust in fires. It is also much more protective than ordinary medical masks.

Wearing this full set, he really looks like an angel from hell, which further proves Father Franco's theory of Satan's army...

The fully armed team members set out at two o'clock in the morning and climbed the outer wall of the royal city at four o'clock in the morning. As expected, they did not encounter any resistance at all.

The team members circled the city wall and still didn't see a single person. At this point everyone had basically guessed the result. However, they still searched the entire city according to the planned route, and all they saw were either piles of bones or charred corpses, and no living creatures.

Suddenly, a rat crawled out from a burnt corpse, scaring all the brave team members...

~~

"In summer, it only takes a month for a corpse to turn into bones in the air. If the temperature and humidity continue, half a month will be enough..."

Wang Kentang, the young director of the field hospital, explained this phenomenon to Mr. Zhao.

He, Chen Shigong and Miao Xiyong are collectively known as the new three giants of Jiangnan Hospital, also known as the small three giants. They are three rising stars with extremely high talents, solid foundation in traditional medicine, and complete new medical education. They are the successors cultivated by Wan Mizhai, Li Shizhen and Li Lunming.

In fact, Wan Mizhai and Li Shizhen both had sons studying medicine and disciples who taught them for many years, but they both agreed that these three younger generations had the highest talent and were most suitable to take on the responsibility of the new medicine of the future. This is the broad mind of the great Chinese doctors.

Moreover, Wang Kentang was no ordinary person. He was born into a family of officials, with his grandfather and father both being Jinshi graduates. He was also very intelligent since childhood and had a high talent for the imperial examination.

At the same time, he was a filial son. He studied medicine because of his mother's illness. As a result, he had extremely high talent in medical skills. He accidentally became a famous doctor known far and wide, and there was an endless stream of patients coming to him for treatment.

There's no way around it. There are always some people in this world who are born to make others feel ashamed of themselves.

However, everyone thought that he should take the imperial examination and become a Hanlin to continue the glory of the Wang family. But he chose to enter Jiangnan Medical College instead of Yufeng Academy...

Because he was greatly influenced by his grandfather and father.

His grandfather Wang Nie was a Jinshi in the 12th year of Zhengde. He was dismissed from office by beating in the court for strongly advising Emperor Wuzong to tour the south.

His father, Wang Qiao, was a Jinshi in the 26th year of Jiajing and a famous hero in the fight against the Japanese pirates. However, when he was a member of the Ministry of Justice, Wang Qiao offended Yan Song repeatedly because of his impartiality in enforcing the law. He was transferred from the capital to serve as a deputy censor of Shandong.

At that time, there was a severe famine in Yanzhou area, and the governor of Shandong requested the release of relief grain. Wang Qiao personally went to the farmers' homes, verified the number of people in each household, and distributed relief grain, making it impossible for corrupt officials to enrich themselves.

As a result, he was disliked by his superiors and ostracized by his colleagues, who repeatedly gave him a hard time. Wang Qiao then claimed to be sick and asked to return home. He stayed at home for more than 20 years, feeling depressed.

Wang Kentang witnessed the darkness of the officialdom since he was young, and it did not allow upright people to gain a foothold. He became disgusted with the imperial examination and hoped to make a living by practicing medicine.

At that time, his father's ambition was difficult to achieve, so he did not oppose him, and he studied at Jiangnan Medical College as a juren. After entering the school, Wang Kentang came into contact with new medicine and found that he had entered a new world. From then on, he could not stop and was determined to make new medicine the authentic medical field and save the people of the world.

But at this time, his father changed his mind...

ps. Sorry, I have something to do tonight, so it's even later. Keep writing...