We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"What are the casualties?" Li Che asked again.

Ying Bu replied, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Only a few brothers from Yizhou rushed in too fast and suffered minor injuries. They are not seriously injured."

Li Che finally felt relieved and nodded to Ying Bu.

Then he patted Fu Liang on the shoulder, and the latter looked like a hound that had been praised by its master, with a fascinated look in his eyes.

He reached out and took Alvaro's command sword. The sapphire inlaid on the hilt flickered in the sunlight.

Li Che drew out the sword from its sheath, only to find that it was about a meter long and weighed less than two pounds. The blade was straight, both hard and soft, and incredibly sharp.

It is a classic traditional European classical sword blade, simple and elegant, with the Thomas inscription engraved on the end and a guard decorated with a lion head and sapphires.

In this era when dueling was popular, this kind of hand-guard sword was often regarded as a treasure by European swordsmen and nobles, and was custom-made for high-ranking military officers.

Li Che waved the sword twice and felt that the sword had an excellent center of gravity. It was not an ordinary ceremonial sword, but a real officer's sword. He nodded with satisfaction.

It is a good sword, but it is a little too light and has little practical application on the battlefield. It can only be considered a good collector's item.

"You despicable sneak attacker, you are not worthy of holding that sword!"

When Alvaro saw Li Che playing with his sword casually, he immediately howled.

Li Che saw him with disheveled hair, mumbling like a madman, with a look of confusion on his face.

The guards were very considerate and immediately called the pirate who knew English and Latin to translate for Li Che.

Li Che smiled and turned to look at Alvaro: "You are the Admiral of Luzon, why are you so bad?"

The pirate translated what Li Che said, but Alvaro did not answer. He just said words like "traitor", "despicable attacker", "unfair victory".

"Is this an unfair victory?" Li Che put the tip of his sword against Alvaro's Adam's apple, and the latter finally calmed down.

"You Portuguese came to Luzon, but did you say hello to them? When you tore a piece of cowhide into strips and swindled a large piece of land, did you ever think about the glory of chivalry?"

The tip of the sword cut the skin on Alvaro's throat, a few drops of blood oozed out, and the latter began to tremble.

"We are all bandits, so don't laugh at each other!" Li Che sneered, "It's time to redraw the Portuguese sea charts. From now on, Luzon is a vassal state of Daqing!"

"Not convinced? Then let your king come fight!"

"I recognize you. You're from Daqing in the East. We've bought tea and porcelain from you before!" Alvaro struggled to open his eyes. "With Daqing's naval prowess, you're no match for the Portuguese. When our fleet arrives, you'll regret it. You definitely will."

"The Portuguese navy?" Li Che chuckled. "The navy of the Windmill Kingdom is on the rise, and France and the British Empire are also catching up. Even your home waters are in danger, how can you care about the safety of a colony?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Alvaro's eyes widened with disbelief.

When Li Che saw his expression, he knew that he was right.

Spain and Portugal were indeed the first two countries to rise as maritime hegemons, and it is no exaggeration to say that they were the first empire on which the sun never set.

But their glory lasted only a few decades, and their dominance was not high, weak and unsustainable, and they had to take two kinds of medicine.

Portugal was fine, as they mostly established commercial outposts along the sea routes to do business with the indigenous people.

The Spanish, on the other hand, were barbaric and brutal, plundering wealth through massacres, and every gold coin they earned was stained with blood.

The Spanish were more superstitious about the use of force. The Spanish phalanx once dominated the European battlefield, but it was not until the rise of France that the "invincible myth" of the Spanish army was broken.

Because of this, the harm inflicted by the Spanish colonists on the indigenous people in various places was simply outrageous, and they relied entirely on the use of force to suppress them.

Often a few hundred people can repel tens of thousands of American warriors, and during the process they will extort, deceive, kidnap, and massacre... They will do anything to get wealth!

Spain's plundering and cruel ruling methods meant that its dominance was short-lived. In just a few decades, it was overtaken by later generations and quickly withdrew from the stage of history.

So, even though he saw that those sailboats were very advanced, Li Che was not afraid.

The Portuguese were in a difficult situation at the moment, and by the time they received the news, Feng State had already completely controlled the land of Luzon.

Naval battles may be a little difficult, but when it comes to land battles and city defenses, the Fengtian Army is their forefather!

By that time, the Portuguese king would have to consider how many people to send to fight the Fengtian Army.

If there are too few ships, it will be useless. If there are too many ships... it will be a war of annihilation, except that it is not Feng State that will be destroyed, but the Portuguese.

It doesn't take too much. As long as Li Che destroys more than ten of his sailboats, the balance in Europe will be broken immediately, and the up-and-coming countries like Windmill Country will be able to crush it in an instant.

Seeing Alvaro's dead look, Li Che suddenly felt bored and lost interest in continuing the conversation.

"There are two more sailboats. Where did you hide them?" Li Che asked impatiently. "Tell me the truth, and don't suffer any more. Don't make mistakes."

Alvaro lowered his head and said nothing.

Although this dandy nobleman is not capable of great use, he still has some aristocratic arrogance.

Li Che didn't say much to him, and waved to the back: "Come over, some veterans from the Criminal Camp, take him down and let him have a good recollection."

Several burly "Ministers of Justice" immediately stepped forward and took Alvaro from the soldiers with a grin.

One of them kept looking behind Alvaro with a lustful look.

Several people rushed into a fortress, and soon they heard heart-wrenching screams, which seemed to have some rhythm.

Li Sheng and the others had never seen the world before, and they looked over there with strange expressions on their faces, thinking that the admiral's shout was a little strange.

It doesn't seem like it was caused by pain, but rather filled with humiliation and shame, and even a hint of imperceptible pleasure?

Li Che remained calm and picked among the captured weapons and equipment, using them to analyze the Portuguese's true technological level.

Those matchlock guns were not much different from those captured before. Although they were better than the muskets currently in service in Feng State, they were not much better.

Things like matchlock guns will be abandoned sooner or later and are not worth further study.

In addition to the matchlock gun, Li Che also found several short guns, which were also of low technical level and could not compare with the cost-effectiveness of the pepper bottle pistol.

Li Che couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that it would be difficult to improve technology from the Portuguese.

After all, reality is not a game, and it is impossible for villagers to share nuclear fission technology with you.

If there is an opportunity in the future, I can go to Portugal and invite some scholars and scientists back.