Chapter 3 third chapter

The jailer was wrong, and the Inca warriors never attacked.There was no attack that day, no second day, no third day. They are always stationed on the hillside and on the top of the mountain.From morning to night, the number of soldiers kept increasing, more and more, occupying more than half of the plain to the south of the city.Every night, thousands of torches burn like flames, emitting an admirable, winding and long light belt around Cusco, like a fiery crown.But the shouting, the roaring, and the pounding of the drums ceased.A deathly stillness weighed heavily on the Spaniard's heart, so that from time to time Jaber heard the wild cries of those who could not bear it.

The same goes for him, the atmosphere of the past two days also made him want to compete with the enemy.At any rate, waiting and immobility were good means of restoring his strength and health, though what little food he had had to be carefully apportioned each day to satisfy his hunger. Jia Boye was worried that Gong Saluo's lackeys would take advantage of this opportunity to secretly kill him, so he only dared to sleep briefly.When he was bored in every possible way, he thought of preparing a side weapon just in case.He carefully broke the jug the jailer had left behind, picking up a long, thick shard near the handle.He spent hours grinding mechanically towards the rock blocks in the wall.However, the repetitive action emptied all his thoughts, and his mind couldn't help but drifted to Anna Maya again.

The crazy dream that caused him pain has long been gone, but the face and unique fragrance of his beloved woman always surround him.Anna Maya's smiling face and witty words lingered in his thoughts like a melodious piece of music.His eyes closed as he touched the sharpened shards.He imagined himself gently touching the neck and chest of his lost love with his fingertips. Oh!If she could escape to Lake Titicaca with him, away from the place of right and wrong, how happy they would be at this moment! well!It was enough for him to open his eyes to see how blind and unrealistic his hopes were.Look around him, swollen ankles from chains, moldy straw mats, and the cold, feeble light, like a dagger, carelessly slicing across the thick walls of the cell.

Anna Maya was far away on the side of the mountain.She is the truest hope of their people, but he never belonged to that group, he, Jaberye Mendeluka y Flores, a foreigner from such a distant country, came here to steal them peace, rewriting their destiny.The remaining life of the Incas reminded him: the Incas were going to take back Cuzco, become a strong and powerful master again, and kill all the Spaniards, leaving no one behind!Of course including him.Before long, he will be nothing more than a flashback in Ana Maya's mind, an episode that Manco and High Priest Vera Omar are trying to erase from their memories.

How can he believe that there will be a moment between them, he can hold her hand, like a pair of ordinary men and women, hug her and share happiness with her? If there is a God, he will punish his blindness... And if there is no God, all this is just his naive extravagance. never mind!He rubbed the skin of his fingertips until they bled, so that he wouldn't be caught in a whirlpool of unanswered questions. The pieces of clay pots that he polished carefully in the past two days looked so perfect, and suddenly became the best handicrafts he had ever made in his life.However, it is more unbearable for him to be wasted like this than to kill him!Why does he need a knife?Gonzalo's gang didn't even intend to stab him with a knife.He could have forgotten them, let himself be hungry and thirsty, let himself be afraid of Indian soldiers, and that would be the end of everything.

So, angrily, he picked up the shards of the clay pot and threw them against the wall. The shards shattered and returned to the dust. Jia Boye was stunned by his sudden action for a moment, then curled up and rolled on the ground, wrapped himself with iron chains, like tying animals with ropes, trying to make himself fall asleep, as if he could disappear completely from now on. A rustling noise woke him up.He recognized the creaking voice.Someone was carefully lifting the wooden bar across the door of his cell. He instinctively propped himself up with the strength of his arms.He gently twisted the iron chain into a ball and clenched it into a fist, using it as a mace.The idea of ​​resigning oneself to fate was swallowed up by sleep.At this moment, the desire to fight overflowed his heart.His pride is enough to make him defend himself with considerable hatred and destroy those who persecute him!

In the pitch blackness, he didn't notice that the door was open, but he felt a rush of air in the air.Since it was impossible to know how many people were on the other side, he moved as carefully as possible, leaning himself against the wall and crouching in a corner.He took care to let himself breathe gently, and tried not to think that the last moment of his life was approaching. Suddenly there was a flash of light from the lantern, and then the red light of the candles lit up the whole wall, and when the red light fell on him, the candles danced wildly. "Jia Boye!" It was low and muffled, but he recognized his voice first, and then his long brown drab robes.

"Jia Boye, don't be afraid, it's only me!" "Bartholomew! It's you, Brother Bartholomew!" "That's right, my friend." Bartolomeo replied softly with a smile. As if to convince him completely, the monk held his hand in the faint candlelight, and showed him that his middle and ring fingers were strangely joined together. "Damn it, you are the last person I want to see tonight!" Jia Boye burst out. "That's why I was very careful to light myself before you jumped on me..." Jia Boye smiled and loosened the iron chain in his hand.

"well said!" Then, when the monk approached him and gave him a friendly hug, Jia Boye immediately pushed him away. "I'd love to hug you, but I think it's better not to!" Brother Bartholomew slowly raised the lantern and looked at Jia Boye from head to toe. "My God! My poor Jia Boye, how they tortured you!" "That's right, the stench on my body can be smelled thirty miles away." "You take this lantern and help me shine it," Bartolomeo murmured, "I have something outside to make you look good." After a while, he brought a big basket of things.

"This is enough for you to eat." He said as he put the things at Jia Boye's feet, "the water here is enough for you to clean up and drink, and there is also some ointment for you to drink. You wipe the wound and remove the swelling." "These are enough for me to settle down in my world..." "You can't describe it more aptly! However, we will talk about it later, let's fill your stomach first!" Jia Boye shook his head excitedly and said: "Last night, I decided not to struggle anymore, to die peacefully like a wild dog on the roadside, and I don't need anyone to worry about whether my body will be eaten by bugs. I thought before, in this The last face I saw in the world should be the big fat jailer. However, this is not the worst situation, but even so, it still has nothing to do with the ideals of the theologian Islam and the philosopher Socrates. Not so far. But now that you're here, I feel like I can pull the chains out of the wall with just my hands!"

"Jaboye, God knows how to show His tolerance, even if you would rather not experience it." Bartholomew said with a smile while handing him a full sheepskin water bag. "Looks like it would be good for both of us if you wash up a little first. Oh! I didn't notice the clothes problem, and I didn't think to bring you some clothes, so that you could change your rags." !" "Duke Enando came to me and told me about your return and your imprisonment," Bartholomew explained to Jaboye, who was feasting on the alpaca's thigh, "he spoke with a wonderful tenderness. The voice said to me: "Dear monk! This man has no choice but to die. There is no doubt that he will die sooner or later. However, we all know that God's love does not allow people to jump to conclusions. So we have to give this illegitimate child an acceptance." A chance to be judged. Therefore, I feel that there is no one else who can take on this task as impartially and objectively as you...' This is what he wants me to do-judge your sins." Jia Boye chuckled lightly, interrupting Bartolomeo's words.Bartolomeo waited for Jia Boye to finish swallowing, and listened to what he had to say. "Mr. Hernando has become more cunning since his return from Spain. In Toledo, his behavior was already outrageous. This Mr. Pizarro's behavior disgusted people in the court, and even Everyone close to the queen knew about it, and there was no one who did not sympathize with what happened to Atahualpa." "God see you!" "However, it's not long before he was consecrated as Saint Jacob. He should have been in prison. You and I, the cell we are in now, should have been in prison. " The two of them laughed at the same time, recalling the past. "I asked them for an immediate trial," continued Bartolomeo, "but they said they had to lock you up alone for some time to make you confess. I think they want to torture you to death!" "What crime am I being charged with?" "Intentional homicide, with the intention of killing Gonzalo... But in addition, you are charged with treason on the grounds that you failed to fulfill your duties and fulfill the tasks entrusted to you by the governor, that is, you failed to complete the mission of Suyal Magloan's mission to the south..." "What a mission! The significance of this mission is to watch how Almagro raped and plundered during the Long March. Bartolomeo, you can't imagine what I saw. The end of the Spanish court to Atahualpa Sad? Let me tell you, if I told them what I've seen on the Long March these weeks, they'd throw up their stomachs. That damned man next to Almagro is right The Indians raped and murdered when they were nothing more than dogs, the old and the weak, women and children were spared... For the Yalemagro gang, everyone deserves to die, and there is no dignity of life at all. Hundreds of Here, they burned, killed, looted, raped and looted all the way, and no village was spared!" "I've heard of it." "But I, I saw it with my own eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it. Every time I protested to Almagro, he pointed a bow and arrow at me without saying a word. How can I live in such pain day in and day out? However, I am powerless to improve their situation and alleviate their suffering. Think again, does this mean that I am also an executioner like those dregs and scum, invading other people's land and greedily greedy for gold!" "Why do you say that? You didn't do anything." "I didn't cause their pain, but I couldn't stop it either! So the result is the same. Henceforth, for the people of this country, all Spaniards are the same..." Jia Boye excitedly pointed to the skylight, which was reflecting the blazing fire held high by the Incas.He said: "Hundreds of soldiers are surrounding us right now, yelling at us from over the hill that there are no foreigners in us, good or bad. To them, we're all damned. You see, this is The results of Enando's and Almagro's strategies are all the results of allowing those lackeys to run amok! Gonzalo is the best example." "At least you didn't include the governor." Bartolomeo said bluntly, and at the same time made a gesture of reassurance. Jia Boye agreed. "Mr. Francesco is no savage. But he is too good at not seeing, not hearing, and letting things go their own way. And usually things work out." In the eastern sky, the dawn is gradually breaking, but the fire of the Incas still shines on the whole sky.Like hundreds of torches burning on the hills every night, the light of the flames is reflected on the walls of Cuzco.Shadows flicker here and there. Bartolomeo approached Gabriel and said: "I think everyone will forget about the trial. Gabriel, I will find a way to set you free. I will find tools to break the chain. No one will notice, because the whole The city is already in turmoil." "Thank you, Brother Bartholomew. But don't think too brightly. There is no difference between inside and outside the prison, whether you, me or anyone else, because the day of our judgment seems to be coming." They were silent with each other for a while, looking at the long fiery red stream that surrounded the mountains, fascinated. "They have at least 20,000 troops." Bartholomew muttered, "Everyone is thinking, what are they waiting for, why haven't they launched an attack?" "They just waited for the moment when we had no power to fight back and we were captured." "Maybe they're trying to starve us! We're running out of food. What I brought you tonight I stole, and you'll never see a full basket like this again. Today a cavalryman named Megia was determined to fight his way out into the plains to the south, and he was heard to have fallen from his horse after he had set out a little while, and his head was already dead before his horse was cut off in the calf. Land first!" "How does Enando plan to fight against the enemy?" "He wants to gather all the cavalry, take the initiative to attack, pass through the human wall and break out of the siege, so as to get in touch with the reinforcements." "So, how many horses do you mean?" "There are about sixty horses in the whole city." "What a ghost strategy!" Bartholomew looked at him sharply.Jia Boye didn't explain anything further, so he asked directly: "How to say?" "Just think about it with your brain! It's a pity that Anando always thought that the opponents he encountered were just some natives, and they were easy to deal with. I have seen their generals commanding war. They know how to fight us, and they understand us very well. Weaknesses. All they are waiting for is a collective attack from us. Look! This is indeed our current military strategy!" "But they've never lost a battle." "But this time they can't win. The Incas will deliberately let the cavalry leader drive straight in, and don't deliberately block it. Or, the Incas will lure the enemy to fight. In the meantime, do you know what will happen? There are two or three hundred men waiting The Spaniards in Cuzco will hold off two or three thousand Inca soldiers with a pair of legs and a sword. Listen to me, Bartolomeo, the war will be over in less than a day. The soldiers of Manco are best at Hand-to-hand combat. Their catapults hurl stones strong enough to pierce our best armor and break our swords. I tell you, the victory of Cajamar will never be repeated!" "Are there any other countermeasures?" "Peace! Let Manco rule his lands again, and return the gold we seized... But it's impossible, because, it's too late now, and the Incas can't be willing. Think, we are now like flies in their hands , They can crush us to pieces, how could they be willing to make peace with us?" Bartholomew nodded in agreement.But his tone of voice is a little different from before: "Mr. Enando pretended that you were Manco's spy. He said that you were also involved in Manco's escape. Moreover, this time they are besieging the city, he thinks you can't get away with it..." "That's right, I also hid a huge statue of a golden man, and even had a certain concubine of this golden man!" Jia Boye finished speaking with a wry smile on his face. "It's true that rumors about you are starting to spread wildly." Bartolomeo sighed, "But anyway, you shouldn't come back here disguised as a countryman... let alone the violence you committed Gonzalo was limping in pain for a while, and you beat his best friend out of his head. Why all the violence?" When Jia Boye heard Bartholomew's questioning, he immediately felt that the two of them were far away.Before, he had doubted whether his indifferent and curious question had any bad intentions. "Has the trial begun?" "Jia Boye! What are you talking about?" "By this time, I can tell you all the truth. Bartolomeo, I tell you, my biggest regret is that I didn't kill him. My mace should hit in one hit Gonzalo's brain, not his good friend. On this point, I admit my failure, and I am willing to be punished!" "My friend, I fear I shall never be able to understand why you have so much resentment." Jia Boye hesitated for a few seconds.On the hills, the sky is getting whiter, and it seems that there are more Inca warriors than before. "About a year ago, when I was far away from here, Gonzalo tried to rape Anna Maya." He said heavily, "It was this heinous act that prompted Manco to run away overnight. Whether it was Anna Maya, or Manco, are not safe in Cusco. I guess Gonzalo hasn't gone around bragging about it, so you don't know." "My God! Lord have mercy!" "Unfortunately, Gonzalo tracked Manco back and locked him up. Ana Maya was lucky to escape, and escaped with her friend the dwarf. She hid in the mountains and planned an army. At first her goal Just rescued Manco, because Manco suffered the most horrible torture here. And I didn't know the inside story and details at the time. I only heard that Manco was imprisoned by the madman Gonzalo. I once thought that Ana Maya Falling into his clutches too. I cannot bear the thought of it. I immediately resolved to leave Almagro's expedition, a troop full of horrors..." "I understand, I understand..." Bartolomeo put his hand on Jia Boye's shoulder, and his voice was full of warmth and friendship. Jia Boye left the skylight, and then described in a few words how he wanted to take a shortcut and cross the strange salt desert in order to get back to Cuzco as soon as possible, but his horse died because of it. The god Kadari reached out to help, and he may not be alive today. "It was as if I was dead, and he brought me back to life with his words." "Kadari..." Bartholomew whispered emotionally, "I used to think that this kind of person should be what we call a saint. He has the ability to predict the future. I started to learn Kaiqie He taught me, and I taught him Spanish. But just by the look in his eyes, you can see that he has a pure soul, a rare soul in the world. If God allows, I will be more than happy to meet him again." "Yes!" Jia Boye exclaimed, before hearing Bartolomeo finished, he said eagerly: "The place where I wake up is a rare beauty in the world! It's such a big lake, almost as vast as the sea, and the locals call it Lake Titicaca. The lake is surrounded by unimaginable mountains, you can imagine the mountains The snow that covers the peaks does not melt all year round, and the peaks are reflected in the lake, like a reflection in a mirror? Nevertheless, the weather there is as mild as in Cadiz! The people there are peaceful and kind. I dream that there will be One day I went back to live there with Anna Maya, fled there with her..." He didn't finish.The crazy nightmare of the previous few days suddenly became clear.He wishes to talk to Bartolomeo about these dreams, but something stops him.Perhaps he was ashamed to admit that in the dream he had turned into an animal.So he only explained to Bartolomeo how he arrived at Khalkha, and how Manco's fighters gathered in Khalkha from all directions of the Four Kingdoms at that time. "There she told me that she loved me, but that we could not be together because the war was about to begin! In fact, Bartolomeo, she confessed to me with tender words and affectionate kisses that I Always just a foreigner in her eyes, like all other foreigners, and she said..." "Jia Boye! In the name of the Holy Son, Jia Boye, look at me... Almighty Lord!" Bartholomew's loud cry quelled Jaboye's painful moans.Immediately, accompanied by the sound of a series of jingling iron chains, Jia Boye jumped back to the skylight, unexpectedly, he let out an earth-shattering roar. At this moment, the sky was getting whiter, and the campfire seemed to extend further down from the hill, as if the long fiery river connected by the Inca warriors was about to flood.It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, and the sound of the horn suddenly sounded everywhere, shaking the world.Immediately afterwards, the din of soldiers shouting suddenly rose up, resounding through the sky, covering the original sound of horns. "They are going to attack." Bartholomew said in a calm tone. "Look, look at the sky." Jia Boye said. Thousands of arrows fell from the sky, like rain, densely packed like a curtain that is about to open with the earth as the stage.The arrows shot are powerful and have an extremely long range.Just as all the arrows were fired and fell to the ground, screams mixed with Spanish suddenly sounded in the streets and alleys.Bartholomew instinctively took a step back.However, the bow and arrow could not shoot into this cell in the square courtyard.At this time, Jia Boye could not hear the shout.Jia Boye saw people outside falling down in rows, stacked higher than the roof.In spite of the chaos and crowds, the faint sound of impact was like a long and heavy echo.At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums sounded again, replacing the sound of horns before. "I have to go and meet Anando." Bartolomeo told him. Jia Boye grabbed his arm and said: "Wait a minute, it's too dangerous now. There should be others..." Just as he was about to finish these words, a booming sound suddenly hit their hearts, as if passing through roars and painful moans, it reached their chests.But nothing can be seen yet. "Stones are thrown!" Just like that, immediately after the rain of arrows, there was another shocking attack of boulders.The projectiles were not thrown from the hills, but from the Saksayhuaman Fortress, and fell into the sky.Sacsayhuaman is located on the commanding heights of Cusco, close to the streets of Cusco city.Thus, a projectile is thrown farther than an arrow.Jia Boye and Bartolomeo heard muffled crackling sounds from being beaten everywhere on the roof and on the city wall.The attack became more and more intensive, sometimes boulders whizzed down from the sky and crashed to the ground, and because the boulders were thrown without interruption, the boulders sometimes hit each other in the air.Boulders fell from the sky in waves.The terrified screams of the Spaniards, more tragic than before, corresponded to the cries from the other side of the hill.In an instant, arrow feathers and projectiles were fired at the same time, and then the arrow feathers fell from the sky, covering the entire city densely, and the two were intertwined, like a torrential rain, an offensive that must kill the enemy.It looked exactly like the whole sky above Cusco was going to collapse, no one would be spared, and everyone would drown in vengeful hatred until there was no sign of life left. "I have to go!" cried Bartolomeo. "Wait, take this with you." Jia Boye emptied the contents of the basket so that he could put the empty basket on the monk's head, "at least it can block it!" However, when the door was opened, Bartolomeo stopped suddenly. "My God! God bless!" he said softly, drawing the holy sign on his chest. Smoke rose from a dozen thatched roofs in Cusco.Tongues of fire shot up all of a sudden, as if someone was blowing air below to help the fire. "It's stones," Jia Boye explained, "It's the red-hot stones that set the thatched roof on fire." "They will burn the whole city," muttered Bartolomeo. Jia Boye flicked the iron chain angrily. "If you can find someone to break this damn chain and let me out!" "I won't let you get burned here." The monk hugged him tightly. "I'm leaving?" Regardless of whether he nodded or shook his head, Bartholomew turned around and disappeared into the smoke. Jia Boye thought that he might never see each other again in this life. In the late night sky, the wind fueled the flames, and the whole city was like burning firewood.Only a few houses on the side of the square have not been engulfed by flames, perhaps because the red-hot boulders failed to hit, or it may have something to do with the loyal and adventurous adventure of the Spanish-aligned Indian mercenaries. The eastern sky was getting whiter, but the thick smoke prevented people from seeing the nearby wall.The smoke choked the nostrils, penetrated into the lungs like poisonous gas, and the chest almost exploded.Some fell to their knees, unable even to groan, because they could barely breathe.The horses were terrified.They snorted, their backs trembled, their angry eyes rolled until they were bloodshot, their noses twitched convulsively, and their jaws kept vibrating.A few horses even neighed plaintively and bit their owners. Arrow feathers and projectiles kept whizzing down from the air in the dense smoke, sometimes hitting the wall, sometimes piercing or falling heavily on the fallen wounded, but after they struggled painfully for a while, they also Died. Taking advantage of the thick smoke obscuring people's sight, the Inca warriors rushed into the narrow alleys around the city with their faces covered with cotton cloth.They built barricades, rolled stakes, and erected fences they had prepared.They blocked exits and raised barricades so that horses could not jump over them. These vanguard forces advanced towards Cuzco under the orders of Villa Omar.They wore long-handled maces made of stone or copper, and first dealt with wounded enemies before jumping onto the outermost courtyard that was burnt to lime.Sometimes, the Inca soldiers continued to slaughter women and children begging for mercy, although these people had two frightened white eyeballs protruding from their blackened faces and blisters from their burnt wounds. For the first time in history, the pride of victory was on their lips in war. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," Vera Omar said happily, and gave Ana Maya and Manco a rare proud smile, "the only king, it is my life to offer you the results of this battle." What a great honor. May your Father Sun and our ancestors share this glory with us!" They are on the tower at the highest point of the Saksayhuaman Sun Temple.With the arrival of the day, the sun gradually shines on the earth, and as far as the eye can see, Cusco is now just a huge fire site.The Inca soldiers twirled and hurled the stone without a break.These stones were prepared the night before, placed in the camp, and wrapped in cotton cloth one by one. The shooting time is enough for the cotton cloth to burn, and once the stones touch the roof, because the thatch covering the roof is very dry, they can burn quickly stand up. Today, even the gods of the underworld help the One King.Because in the evening, the wind picked up and the fire was more intense.The flames spread more ferociously, and the flames were either elongated or curled up, sliding across one roof after another.Almost simultaneously the quadrangle on the highlands of Cuzco caught fire, flooding every roof like a river. The Inca soldiers then launched a new wave of attacks, and hundreds of thousands of pebbles were thrown immediately.Pebbles whizzed through the air, and the roofs of what was now Cuzco's lowlands were ablaze, resembling a field of cornfields in late summer.Dancing flames spread to the streets, gardens and inner courtyards. Manco propped his hand on the huge stone block as wide as the road on the city wall, and said with a happy smile: "Look, Ana Maya! Look at these people who are dying and fleeing. Look, these are the great foreigners! Don't you think they are like crawling insects that have smelled death and burned them claws?" Anna Maya nodded in agreement.Manco's metaphor is apt.The Spaniards and the mercenaries of the Canari, Huca, and other Indian races, who had always been loyal to them, fled in haste to avoid the burning roofs and beams.When they managed to avoid the burning roof and beams, stones and arrow feathers hit them mercilessly.Seeing that there are already dozens of dead bodies and wounded, no one lends a helping hand. After a while, the Spanish cavalry all retreated to the middle of the main square, which was the only place where there was no fire, no slings and arrow feathers, because the main square was too far away from the castle of Sacsayhuaman.Anna Maya tried to find Jia Boye's golden hair in the panic-running figure.But there were too many people, and many of them had tall helmets covering their faces.Others fled to the square one after another, holding shields in their hands to protect themselves as much as possible. "Kamakenkeya, what do you think?" Manke looked at Anna Maya jokingly, easily guessing her thoughts from her eyes. "I thought it was a beautiful battle! But it was as horrible as any war." "We're going to win, but you don't seem happy," Villa Omar said angrily. "We haven't won yet," Ana Maya said mildly. "It seems that it is Cuzco that has destroyed us, not the foreigners." This argument angered Vera Omar.He pointed vigorously at the troops surrounding Cusco.He said: "Kamakenkya, look at all the mesa plains, look at our warriors, all the hills and mesas. Not even a fly can fly over them. Do you think they might lose?" "Now, our soldiers are outside the city and those foreigners are in the city." "This won't last long. I can order it right away. All our soldiers will pour into the streets of Cusco, and there, right in the city, to deal with the foreigners! Tonight, they're going to kill them all .” Vera Omar almost roared out these words.Anna Maya also stopped answering the phone.She knew what was going on in the old wise man's mind, she knew he was reveling in the brutality of war.She pursed her lips tightly, not to ask the question that bothered her, the one that had been haunting her since she and Jia Boye parted in Khalkha.If Jia Boye is really that puma, what will happen if he dies? "Anamaya is right," Manco said coldly, pulling Annamaya back to reality from his thoughts. "Vera Omar, I appreciate your performance, but it's too early to be happy now." "Then wait and see tonight!" Vera Omar finished speaking unhappily, pointing his hand contemptuously, "Look over there..." Where he pointed, vanguard soldiers were crossing the street, building high barricades to prevent foreigners from fleeing on horseback. "No, we won't attack the city today. It's too early. Soldiers from Quito will arrive here. After rendezvous, we will attack again and kill them all." Manco resolutely issued this order. "The only sovereign! We have more than a hundred thousand soldiers, and they are but two hundred!" "I said no Vera Omar, you listen, we're going to keep draining them. We're going to destroy the channel that leads to the square, we're going to starve them until they can't take it anymore One moment, until the moment they want to escape to the mesa plain... At that time, you will flood them with water, and their horses will be useless. At that time, they will all fall into your hands, and we will Bring their cavalry to Andi. Let them be afraid to die! Vera Omar, we will let them die in fear!" Vera Omar's entire face was contorted with vengeful madness.But he was silent.Just look contentedly at the burning city, and watch the crowd flee and scream triumphantly.Anna Maya watched as Vera Omar's lips trembled and her clenched fists twitched.She thought he was trying to resist the urge to punch Manco. "Vera Omar..." Anna Maya wanted to comfort him and opened her mouth. "Kamakenkeya! You shouldn't be here." The wise man said through gritted teeth, with an unfriendly sarcasm in his words, "As Manco said, if foreigners are really so difficult to deal with, then you should stay here Isn't this castle too dangerous? You'd better return to Khalkha at once." Anna Maya turned around, her blue eyes were bewilderedly looking at the rising flames of the city, she still made her heart clenched. Oh!She began to worry and tremble for Jia Boye! Oh!She hoped with all her heart that at least he was alive.Not only because he was the proclaimed cougar of the great King Vanya Kapac; but also because he was the man she loved, and without him in this life her life would no longer mean anything.