Chapter 4 Chapter Four
Jia Boye is like a dog on a leash, he can only helplessly listen to the moans of people dying, and watch the city burned by the fire.Smoke billowed into his skylight, and he backed away.He was so choked by the smoke that he hugged his knees and curled up, coughing non-stop, so he tore off his filthy long gown to cover his face and cover his mouth and nose.So long passed, and he no longer expected to see the jailer or Brother Bartholomew.
After a while, he was almost completely desperate, and all he thought about was how to take a breath and let himself live.
When most of the city of Cuzco was engulfed in flames, Jia Boye suddenly heard a terrifying crash: stones fell on the roof of the cell.About a dozen times, the only sound was the sound of heavy thuds hitting the roof one after another.Then a stone fell through the thatch of the roof and fell straight beside him.
Almost at the same time, a puff of brown smoke rolled up a curl of light smoke beside the log of the roof beam.After that, I saw the small flames flickering, and after a while, it grew into a golden fire snake, which burned the beams of the roof. It spread downwards, and soon swept across the entire wall.In less than a second, the flames from other places joined the fire snake, forming a bigger fire immediately.
As a result, in a short while, the entire thatched roof was on fire.
Before Jia Boye could think of a countermeasure, the flames shot up on his head, and he had to kneel and crawl on the ground, as if kissing the ground lightly.In just a few seconds, the air was already so hot that it was almost unbearable.
Jia Boye cursed the damn chains, and cursed Anando and all the Pizarro family.He lay prone on the ground, keeping his face as far as possible from the flames.But his back was almost unbearably hot.
Accompanied by his beast-like roars, the slope of the entire roof collapsed, and sparks scattered in all directions.Instantly doubled the smoke, but as the tongues of flame sucked air out, the smoke slowly followed.At this time, Jia Boye suddenly thought of the water bags that Bartolomeo had brought.
Although the temperature was scorching and the hairs on his hands were slightly scorched, he still struggled to get the water bags.After biting open the thin leather strap that fastened the cork on the water bag, Jia Boye poured water on his face, neck and scorched parts of his body until there was not even a drop of water left in the sheepskin water bag.The coolness of the water suddenly touched the body instantly, making Jia Boye shiver from the cold.The sliver of consciousness he still had allowed him to vaguely see that the thatched roof was almost collapsing on top of his head.Constrained by iron chains, Jia Boye curled up and retreated to the corner of the wall while avoiding pieces of burning objects as much as possible.
With a loud bang, the fire suddenly went out.
Only a few wooden beams on the roof were still spitting out flames, letting the wind blow, and the smoke swirled upwards.A burst of cool and frigid air rushed in between the blackened walls.
Jia Boye's arms and hands were so hot that he grabbed the only water bottle, stuffed it into his mouth, and then poured it on his body.Seeing that even half a drop of water was gone, he didn't care.
Jia Boye, who was physically and mentally exhausted from being frightened, let himself lie flat on the ground, enjoying the cool breath blowing in by the cool wind.
The smoke had now risen above the walls of Cuzco, and the sky was filled with a thick layer of smoke, like a dark cloud before dawn that is about to rain.It seems that all the trumpets that resounded through the sky, the shouts that shook the sky, the struggle and groans on the verge of dying, and the overwhelming destruction, all enveloped the entire city with smoke.
Jia Boye closed his eyes in pain, stuck out his tongue that was as old as leather, and pressed his bruised lips.
He thought to himself, how many Spaniards are still alive?
As for him, he has already lined up outside the gate of hell.
The whole night was the same as the night before, with the sound of horns, military songs, shouts and insults from thousands of Inca soldiers, without a moment's pause.The terrifying sound echoed in the fiery red sky, rolling up thick smoke like a dark cloud, as if the devil from hell had stretched out its claws, covering the sky of Cusco City.
Jia Boye was exhausted and in pain from head to toe.He fell asleep for a while, trying to find some silence in his exhaustion.
Suddenly he heard an unusual sound and opened his eyes.
He wasn't quite sure what he saw.Three figures stood high on the wall above his head.He couldn't see faces, but he could vaguely make out their bodies and limbs, and their weapons: spears and maces.
At first, they didn't move.Jia Boye thought he had fallen into another terrible nightmare.Soon, a cry sounded in the dark.One arm was raised high and something was thrown.It was a rock, a rock with a string!The stone landed four inches away from Jia Boye's feet.Jia Boye got up and shouted to them:
"I am not an enemy!"
The three hesitated upon hearing someone speaking in their language.
"I'm not an enemy, I'm with Kamaken Keya!" Jia Boye still shouted.
He guessed that the Inca soldiers were still hesitating at this moment.One of them said something Jia Boye couldn't understand, and then waved his arm in Jia Boye's direction.Jia Boye repeated:
"No, I'm not your enemy!"
Jia Boye pulled the iron chain, indicating that he was imprisoned.The other person murmured a few words, but Jia Boye still couldn't understand.Another Inca hurriedly pulled up the rope in his hand and pulled the tied stone, causing it to roll around at Jaboye's feet, almost causing him to fall on his back.
Jia Boye instinctively grabbed the stone and the rope and pulled them towards him.However, at the same time, one of the assassins groaned, and the other two separated immediately.Jia Boye was playing with the rope in his hand, one soldier fell from the wall, the other two soldiers screamed, and the catapult in their hands had already started to spin.Immediately afterwards, there was a sound like a bag rubbing, and the fallen soldier fell to the floor of the cell with a muffled sound.
When Jia Boye opened his eyes again, the two soldiers had already fled away, disappearing at the end of the brown-red night.The soldier who fell beside him was already dead, with an arrow stuck in his chest, pierced very deep, almost completely pierced into the body!
Before Jia Boye had time to react, the door of the cell creaked, and a dark figure, as black as a ghost, slipped into the cell whose roof was completely burned.The man carried a small crossbow with a wheel stop on his arm.
Jia Boye took a few steps back, the iron chains at his feet were tinkling, and then he heard someone laughing and saying in a mocking tone:
"It seems, my friend, you don't recognize me?" Someone asked him in a low voice, which was a voice he was all too familiar with.
Jia Boye was really taken aback, he could only stare dumbfounded.Then the figure tentatively took two steps forward.
"Hey! Jia Boye! Did they cut off your tongue?"
"Sai... Ba... Tian... Sai Ba Tian, it's you!"
"Thanks to you! It's me, here to serve you."
This great and proud black man, Sai Batian, who was a slave at the same time, approached Jia Boye, carefully placed the crossbow on his shoulder on the ground, and rushed forward to hug Jia Boye.To be honest, Sai Batian was less afraid of getting his clothes dirty than Jia Boye, because he only had a leather skirt with a bunch of arrows and a long dagger wrapped in it.As for the rest of the body, they were all naked, with a few charcoal-black stains on the black skin.
"What a Sai Batian disguised as a devil!" Jia Boye yelled reassuringly.
Sai Batian laughed, his white teeth forming a large cavity in his face.
"I don't know what a good military uniform is these days. But this time I found out that my dark skin is the best clothing and no one can take it away!"
Jia Boye let out a clear laugh from his throat, as if drinking a mouthful of cool spring water.Sebatian tentatively touched the corpse of an Inca soldier at his feet.
"Looks like he's really dead. I should have come just in time, huh?"
"How do you know I'm here?"
"Brother Bartholomew, of course. He's the one who told me you're stuck here, but I'm a little too late because I'm taking this..."
Sebatian took a chisel and a small hammer from under his skirt, and said:
"Your friend Mr. Fat Jailor took the trouble to find him. He's a nice guy, and I like his personality. He secretly told me he'd have to have children with six different women just to be sure of a boy... ...so... well, he gave me this chisel to break your chains. Without that, you'd have to pull the chains out, and you'd have to drag them around!"
Sai Batian began to move while speaking.He hit first hard on the handle to which the hoop was attached, and then struck lightly.
"Stay still, I need a little more time! You keep an eye on the wall, lest our Inca friends tickle us by surprise."
For Jia Boye, with the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang, the iron ring is knocked open bit by bit, which is more precious to him than the sound of beating gold.He immediately felt the taste of being able to breathe freely.
"Now you are free!" Sai Batian held Jia Boye's wrist warmly.
"Thank God, I almost thought I had to nest in these four walls and wait to be roasted, like a roast chicken." Jia Boye said loudly.He rubbed his ankles with his hands.At this moment, the ankle seemed to be stabbed with thousands of needles, "Sai Batian, I owe you a favor!"
"Actually you think you're going to lose your hair!" Sebatian grimaced and joked, "Now it's time to flash, but first..."
He took out the long dagger and knelt beside the soldier's body.Without thinking for a moment, he plunged the blade into the dead man's body.
"...I have to get my arrows back," he explained. "It's too precious, and we don't have much armament to waste."
"Where are Anando and the others?" Jia Boye asked, while turning his eyes away from Sai Batian's hand.
"In the quad at Highland Plaza. There's no fire over there. Enando hung the bodies out on the roof so they wouldn't catch fire. Probably a dozen or so were dead, but from now on, horses and men alike Stacked in hiding...that's it!"
Sai Batian nonchalantly pulled up the long gown on the dead man and wiped the drawn short arrows.
"I'll take you there," Sai Batian continued, giggling, "I think seeing you still alive and kicking like this will definitely give them quite a surprise!"
"Wear like this?"
Sai Batian laughed loudly, overcoming the chaotic noise outside.
"Of course not! My good master! I have better things than this."
To Jia Boye's great surprise, Sai Batian didn't take the shortcut to the square.Instead, he crept like a cat around the east side of the square, where a roof was still smoking.In a blink of an eye, Jia Boye found that he had already reached the road to Hardong Quad.Sai Batian suddenly pushed open a door made of Indian alpaca skin. The door was very cool to the touch and could prevent fire.
"Wait a minute," Sai Batian gasped after closing the door carefully, "Don't leave here, I'll be right back."
In just a few steps, Sai Batian disappeared in front of the dim light and ran out of Jia Boye's sight.Jia Boye didn't recognize the square courtyard he was in now.Like the rest of the city, the roofs were all burnt out, but the structure was still intact, and even the Spanish grandeur was still visible.The new buildings are plastered and connected to the long Inca houses, so that it looks as if there is only one building in the inner courtyard.There are doors and windows, and a familiar air flows in.
"Everything is going well!" Sai Batian returned to Jia Boye's side and said in a low voice, "I just went to check if there are any uninvited guests."
"Where are we now?" Jia Boye asked.
Sai Batian laughed with a clear voice like a child.
"Hey! Where do you think we are? Oh my god, of course it's my house!"
"your home?"
"You probably forgot that I've become a rich man? I'm a veritable Croyce now!"
Jia Boye shook his head, with a sly smile on his face.Looking at Sai Batian naked and holding a crossbow in his hand, it is hard to imagine that he is a rich man.
"Yeah! I forgot! I even forgot that you are so rich... What a big house!"
"If the roof and furniture are still there, it will be a thousand times more beautiful than it is now." Sai Batian muttered, and pushed Jia Boye forward, "Come on! Don't stay here!"
The first room you entered still smelled of cooling smoke, black charcoal, and ash.Among the wooden furniture, only the sofa with cracked leather, the metal table legs and the melted concave and convex candlesticks remained.
"What a mess!" Sai Batian still complained non-stop.
He pushed away the scattered bed and a shawl-stitched rug, revealing an unusually large stone slab underneath.However, before Jia Boye had time to be surprised, Sai Batian had already lifted up one of the stone slabs with an iron rod, and then propped up two more.In the faint starlight and moonlight that sifted through the layers of smoke, a solid wooden secret door appeared.
"Help me," Sai Batian asked for help, "this door is really heavy."
Inside this secret door seems to be a bottomless abyss of darkness, but Sai Batian still walks inside.Touching around, he found a narrow and steep staircase.Then, suddenly, his palm disappeared into the darkness, and groping around, he finally found a candle and a match.
"Better move fast! If people see it, all previous efforts will be wasted!"
After a while, Jia Boye couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.Seeing Jia Boye's stunned look, Sai Batian was extremely proud.They are in a cellar.Inside is an extremely comfortable room, and there are even storerooms for clothing and ammunition.
"Rich?" Sebatian joked. "In a city like Cusco, nothing lasts forever. Maybe tomorrow, if some Indian makes a mistake, or Pizarro, Almag Roe dropped a joke and I was immediately broke. If I've learned anything in this life, it's that I'm a black man and always will be a black man. Which means I've been a slave for better or worse all my life. Just because I know myself, I won't put my fortune in the sun. You're the only one who's come in here. They say be prepared! But this cellar, and everything in it, is nothing but a mirage!"
When Sai Batian climbed the stairs to close the door, Jia Boye marveled at the gold and silver treasures around him from his heart.There were boxes of clothing: shirts of fine material, men's jackets, men's knee-length shorts, and even rolls of flannelette and linen that hadn't yet been made into clothes.A breastplate interlayered with leather and cotton hangs from a strangely shaped horizontal frame.Also lost some high top helmets in the basket.The bridles, inlaid with gold, stood magnificently on the rack, and a large chest contained the long sword, dagger, two crankbows, etc.Although there is no gold anywhere, Jia Boye thought that there might be piles of gold bars in a more hidden place!
"I can't believe it." Jia Boye said suspiciously.
"Come on, I have something for you to see." Sai Batian replied.
Relying on the light of the candles, they walked to the depths of the cellar.A narrow passage leads to a cool room.Before Jia Boye walked there, he heard the sound of running water.
"Look," Sai Batian held up the candlestick, and a pool hewn out of rock was clearly visible. "The water is frozen, but we can still use it for bathing, and then rest until dawn. At least, you can't hear it here." To the clamor of the Incas. Tomorrow, you go and pick out the most beautiful clothes and a sword worthy of you. I will make you reborn and look like a new one!"
"Sabatian..."
"Don't, don't, don't do that! Jia Boye, don't say no! Because it's such a happy thing for me to offer you my little vanity, and tomorrow, if our compatriots see you still Living well, I can imagine the surprised expressions on their faces, and that will make me happy dozens of times!"
As the dawn gradually dawned, Jia Boye was already fully dressed and was about to leave Sai Batian's house.Jia Boye had a pair of new boots on his feet, a leather gown with iron armor over his shirt, and a purple-red flannel stocking on the side of his feet. He wore a dagger from Toledo, which was inlaid with silver light. Glittering shell carvings.The city was still smoky, and a good half of it fell into Manco's hands.
Many times they had to make a detour and run forward through the stone forest arrow rain to reach the only quadrangle in the square that was not attacked, and the Spaniards were all hiding there.The upper part of the square courtyard was covered with thick flannelette, which looked like a huge canvas, to prevent it from being attacked by stone throwing and arrow feathers.Guards at the door, hiding behind the door or behind the hinged shutters, watched the entrance and exit, but whoever it was, they let it pass without a second thought.For Jia Boye, all he saw were unfamiliar faces, and no one in the crowd paid attention to him.
Jia Boye walked casually, the soldier's eyes were full of panic and worry, at this moment, he suddenly heard Ainanduo's voice.Enando, surrounded by Juan and Gonzalo, stood facing a group of about ten cavalrymen. He raised his index finger and pointed to a hastily sketched map of Cusco on a large table, saying:
"According to the information of the Kanari people, all the streets in the north have been barricaded, four to five feet or even six feet high, no matter what kind of horses can't cross it. Then it's the same here, they go east, and there are Here, the south is doing the same. They didn't delay for a moment..."
"I said, there's no other way, they've already surrounded the trap! It's like rounding up rabbits, let's wait for them to catch them all!" Someone grumbled.The tunic on the man's back had been burned, and the underclothes were barely visible.
"God Saint Jacob! But now is not the time to wait for the fire to burn your butt, should you wait to be burned into a rabbit?" Enando retorted.
"The most troublesome thing is the barricade on the north side," Juan Pizarro interrupted, "which prevents us from attacking Sacsayhuaman. But it is from there that the Incas are indiscriminate against us. Shooting stones and arrows raining down day and night. I really hate this feeling! It seems that we are all ants who can't escape their palms!"
Juan's blunt tone of voice irritated Enando, so the latter made a motion to interrupt him.
"My dear brother, this is not the time for long speeches! From now on, we should be more careful and not act rashly. Everyone should not form a small group to walk out of this courtyard, otherwise, in the attack of stones and arrows, our The horses are likely to be injured by this. It is better for everyone to bear with it, wait patiently, and prepare to launch a large-scale attack in the direction of the plains in two or three days. Now we pretend to sit still and make our opponents restless. Let them Think we are vulnerable, let them believe that we have been frightened out of our heads, and then we will break through their siege in one fell swoop, as easy as breaking a glass ring."
"Ha! Vulnerable and scared out of my wits? From hearing the shouts and groans of the city for so many days, I can assure you that they have nothing to worry about. Vulnerable, we did Yes, and they already know. And are you really confident in your strategy, Mr. Enando? They have two hundred thousand soldiers, we only have two hundred, plus only fifty or sixty horses capable of fighting !"
"You guys are so fucking petty. When we were in Cajamar, we and my brother, the governor, only had about 50 people! It took us just a few hours to defeat tens of thousands of Atahualpa's army ! This is God's will, and it is He who gave us the willpower to fight. Don't forget that the good swords in your hands can withstand a dozen or so Incas at a time, but they have to use fifty bows and arrows, There is a way to penetrate our armor covered with cotton and leather! Everyone, this is the exact opposite of what my good brother Juan said just now. Of course we are not ants in the palm of others. Are you afraid? Very good, this It really gave us fucking courage."
Jia Boye took a few steps forward without making a sound, and could smell the smell of smoke, sweat and everyone's fear everywhere. At this moment, he suddenly saw Bartholomew's surprised and vigilant eyes.Jia Boye smiled jokingly, and put his finger on his mouth, asking him not to say anything. At this time, a young man's sunken eyes were full of sleepiness, and he fiercely retorted:
"Mr. Enando, I don't understand what you're talking about! Why wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to launch an attack instead of breaking through the siege now and leaving this troublesome place?"
"Hoja, because we have to strike first. Judging by the number of people, this is the only chance we have. We have to survive this last hour. Look around us, both artillery and cavalry need to rest and recuperate .And you, Houderik, are the first ones who need rest the most, and you see how difficult it is for you to even stand up."
"Mr. Enando, hiding here is equivalent to giving away the whole city! Isn't this equivalent to asking everyone to die? And you want us to use time to rest?"
"No, Hoja. It's not useless to ask you to recuperate. We stand still and annoy the Incas. Sooner or later they themselves will get tired of the endless screaming and the constant throwing of stones!"
"Then who can stop them from roasting us all in the dark? Mr. Enando, they have hundreds of thousands of people. If they really want to take us down, it's as easy as a lice jumping into a priest's robe." It's so simple, they can break into our courtyard at any time!"
"You guys are so fucking petty, but they won't do that!" Enando gritted his teeth in hatred.Due to repeated provocations from others, Enando's face turned green and then pale, "Didn't you see? They will only throw stones at us from the other side of the square. If they are not afraid at all, not afraid of us, not afraid Our swords and our mounts would have killed us long ago! You are so petty, don’t you know that they are afraid of us from the bottom of their hearts! They may have hundreds of thousands of troops, but they are hundreds of thousands of soldiers who fear the enemy I tell you, a pre-emptive strike, with all our forces together, can scare them to pieces."
"Mr. Enando, don't think too beautifully," Jia Boye said calmly, "We are not in Cajamar now. Although you were there, I was there too. I came from outside, and I can assure you that your The idea just gives the opponent a chance to attack. My lords, I don't intend to offend you, but looking at the expressions on your faces, the people in this square courtyard should be afraid!"
He spoke eloquently, and all the people were dumbfounded and looked at him.
"Fuck him!" Gong Saluo was the first to break the silence, and gasped, "Who the hell let him out?"
In just two steps, Gong Saluo can catch Jia Boye.Gonzalo was limping so he couldn't move quickly to meet him.Juan immediately grabbed his elbow to support him and stop him at the same time.
"You are still alive, I dare not speak lightly and smile at Jiuquan." Jia Boye looked at him contemptuously, while bending down to greet him, the irony in his movements was no less than polite, "Mr. Enando, since I have I regained my freedom by myself, so I forgive you for depriving me of my freedom, and I hope to serve you in the good times that await the war."
Gonzalo pushed Juan away, holding the sword in his hand.But Jia Boye drew his sword out of its sheath one step earlier.
"Mr. Enando, I can have a good fight with your brother. But I don't think now is the best time. You need the help of more people, so it shouldn't be the time to fight to the death and want to die , there will be great opportunities in the next few days. Mr. Gonzalo can try more by then!"
"Brother!" Gonzalo retorted hoarsely, "You can't have this fucking bastard traitor, liar, assassin in us! He'll betray you any moment!"
Jia Boye retorted: "Gong Saluo, shut your stupid mouth! There is nothing to sell here, except everyone's fear. Is the fear in your heart enough for you to see the truth clearly?"
"Enough!" Enando said coldly, "We will settle the accounts between us later. Jia Boye, don't think that you can escape the judicial trial!"
"I am not a person who violates justice by nature. I only walk towards justice, but here, justice is rare. You seem to have more or less proved this!"
"Gentlemen and lords! Mr. Enando! Mr. Gonzalo!" Bartolomeo interjected, raising his weird hand, "It's not time to argue about what is right and what is wrong. No matter how dissatisfied you are with Jaberye, he Fighting so hard against the Indians, otherwise none of you would be here to speak. Maybe he has good advice, why don't you listen to him?"
"That's right," agreed Juan Pizarro approvingly, and said to Gonzalo, "Fré Bartolomeo is right. Let us all put aside our grudges against each other and work together to resist foreign enemies! As long as we win this battle, if we can win, it won't be too late to criticize Jia Boye!"
Enando made a gesture, sighed, stopped Gonzalo from rebutting, and asked:
"Since you are so learned, here is your opinion: How do you think you should deal with your Inca friends?"
Jia Boye said to everyone with a serious smile: "They have been watching us all these years. So they are very aware of our weaknesses and know how to immobilize our horses. Before, because they were afraid of us, they let us slaughter. But now it is different ...they know how to maneuver a sling to break our arms or break a horse's leg. Besides, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, that's what they've always been good at: they're smarter and more efficient than us..."
"Good news!" Gonzalo spat and continued, "I don't see what you're talking about is new."
"They just want us to be impatient and arrogant." Jia Boye continued as if he didn't hear Gong Saluo's criticism, "They hope that we can't stand hunger and thirst, just like Mr. Anando just now The plan is to concentrate our forces and march on the plains for the final battle with them. They want us to send all the cavalry against them at once, so as to narrow the attack area, so that we can't escape. But gentlemen My lord, this time should not be underestimated, they have already made perfect preparations! On all the routes that we think may be easier to pass, I assure you that trenches have been ambushed, stakes have been set up, traps have been laid, They have secretly laid a net and waited for us to take the bait. Mr. Enando, fight this battle as you say! Then you will see that before we have time to swing our swords and chop off the head of the enemy, the mount has already Fall on all fours, fall to pieces!"
Jia Boye's blunt analysis made everyone fall into deep thought for a while.Because what he just said just hit the point of view of some people.The silence that followed was depressingly heavy.
"Mr. Jaboye, what about your suggestion?" Juan Pizarro finally asked.
"Taking the fortress!"
"What the hell!" Gong Salo yelled with a contemptuous smile, "It's impossible!"
"This is the only thing that is useful and must be done. Everyone knows that as long as the fortress is gone, all the traps will disappear!"
"Well said! How do you think we'll be able to break into the fortress?" Gong Salo said with a sneer, "I guess you want us to jump over it lightly, don't you? Anyway, the distance from the tower to the city wall is only fifteen To twenty feet. Not to mention the sky-high barricades we had to cross, we just couldn't get there."
"We can start removing roadblocks tonight."
Everyone immediately whispered.Seeing that everyone was avoiding his eyes, Jia Boye lowered his face.Even Bartholomew grimaced incredulously.Jia Boye raised his hand and patted his chest heavily.
"Gentlemen, I have not lost my mind, and I do not want to involve you in crazy actions. I know the fear in your heart. But the facts are in front of you, and you can't understand it. Or, you can only stand still and wait for death; Well, everyone is fighting to survive. This is not just a set of high-sounding sayings that it is shameful to stand still, and it is glorious to fight..."
"What a doppelgänger of my brother Francesco!" Gonzalo mocked aimlessly.
Jia Boye still ignored Gong Saluo, and continued: "...but if you stand still, you will die, but if you attack, at least there is hope of victory. Therefore, in this case, maybe someone can survive."
Jia Boye took advantage of everyone's silence to watch him, seized the opportunity, and took a good look at Gong Saluo.
"As for me, thanks to Mr. Gonzalo, life and death are nothing to me. Therefore, I propose to everyone that I burn down the roadblocks that must be removed tonight. Then we can open our eyes and see when the time comes. Let's see how things evolve."
"Brother," Gong Saloma said, blushing, "this is a conspiracy! He just wants to take this opportunity to escape and join those barbarians."
Brother Bartholomew retorted humorously: "Mr. Gonzalo, you have to justify your criticism. If Mr. Jia Boye deliberately escaped, it seems unnecessary for him to come back to you after he escaped from your cell. Came here to warn you of these things!"
Before Bartolomeo finished speaking, a strange smile appeared on Anando's face, and he touched Gonzalo's arm with his hand.
"Jia Boye, just as you said! If someone here is willing to lend you a horse, I'd be quite interested to see how your hypothetical strategy works out. Also, if someone here is willing to follow you, we only give five volunteers , in order to reduce the number of casualties."
"Mr. Enando, I'm so happy. You've opened up your mind this time. I wish I could leave this world as soon as possible." Jia Boye said sarcastically.
"Dear Jia Boye, if you want to serve the king and glorify our God, how can I stop you?"
"I'll go with you." After a while, Sai Batian said vowedly.
"No," Jia Boye smiled, "I'm happy to tease the Pizarro family by saying this, but don't look at how confident I am, I'm actually not sure that my strategy will work."
"On the other hand, they're pretty sure of their strategy. This Pizarro in the lead, damn it. He's looking at you like you can't get out of his hands alive."
"Let them dream!"
"I'll go with you," Sai Batian said again, pouted, looking very serious, "otherwise, you won't have a horse, and who else would lend you a horse except me?"
Just as Jia Boye was about to say something more, Sai Batian added another sentence:
"Only you are the only one who wants to prove to those gentlemen what courage and loyalty are."
The two looked at each other quietly for several seconds, and then Jia Boye shook Sai Batian's hand excitedly.
"I owe you so much!"
"Jia Boye, my good friend, you paid it back a long time ago, and you paid it back a long time ago. Since I was sensible, I have never been so happy as today, because I can pull the devil's tail with you! Come with me , I'll show you our fine horse."
The roof of the second inner courtyard in the square courtyard is completely covered with tarpaulins, like a stable.The smell of urine and horse manure came from the nostrils, and flies flew in groups.As soon as Sai Batian and Jia Boye came in, some horses scattered in fear, and the other horses neighed. The eyeballs of the horses rolled anxiously, their feet kicked the ground, and they crowded around frantically.The horses were clustered together in the narrow space, still staying in the nightmare of the flames and drums that frightened them, as if fear had hit their trembling backs, and they looked uncomfortable no matter how they stood.
Sai Batian whistled softly, and a snow-white horse came running.With some hesitation, it bent its neck and raised its head, as if looking for a hand to comfort it.
Sai Batian patted its face and continued:
"I'll introduce you to Iza. You see, I'm not like you. I name my own horse."
"Then why is it called Iza?"
"I don't really know. But when I was a slave, the only things I dared to look up were these white horses. At that time, I knew a conqueror who occupied the New World. He spoke to me like a human being.的尊重，而不像对动物那样颐指气使，那个时候，他常常说着依札这个名字，对我来说那就像是一句神奇的魔法咒语。所以，我想这个名字应该很适合这位俊美的小姐，充满活力、飞奔如闪电，但却异常地温驯。喏，拿着，至于另外这匹叫庞哥。”
“但，我不问它为什么叫做庞哥。”
有一只马从其他的马匹前走过来，那是一匹已经阉割，全身有斑点的马儿。但它不敢太靠近，迟疑地看赛巴田抚摸依札。
“这匹马已经去了势，但脾气仍然不好，可是我们之间相处得很好。你骑依札，我确信它会喜欢你的。”
而赛巴田说得似乎没错，那匹母马连一声嘶鸣都没有，马上离开了赛巴田安抚它的手，把脸移过去贾伯晔的胸前磨蹭着。
赛巴田打趣着说：“你看我说得不错吧！”
“你想，其他骑兵会加入我们吗？”贾伯晔摸了摸依札作为回应后，又突然严肃地问赛巴田。
“最重要的不在于骑兵是否加入我们，而是我们需要一些印第安佣兵。他们才真正能够帮助我们。”赛巴田说。
“这还不是最重要的事。”贾伯晔脸带微笑地说。
“那么，大人，愿闻其详……”
“最重要的是，有你这样的黑人做朋友。”
当晚，听完了长篇大论的精神喊话，有五十名卡纳瑞族佣兵以及三名骑兵自愿加入贾伯晔和赛巴田的行列。方院敞开的大门前，所有的西班牙人安静地排成一列。耳边只听到靴子的磨擦声以及巴托罗缪轻声的祈祷，外头的擂鼓吶喊声未曾止歇。
艾南多先生站在门边，微笑地点了点头。
“晚安，贾伯晔先生。”
“别怕，”贾伯晔以相同的语调回答，“今晚一切都将顺利平安。如果今晚大人您不困的话，我建议您爬到墙上观看。您应该会觉得有趣。”
他们趁着夜黑出其不意地突袭，很快抵达了第一道关卡。这道路障封住了所有通往萨克赛华曼城堡中最大的马路。圆木四周捆上多刺的木柴做成一道路障，很轻易就可以让人或马匹受伤。
山丘那头传来战士的喧嚷声，掩盖住刀剑和盔甲的撞击声。马匹的颈部和头部都仔细地缠上布以防石块的撞击，同时腹部也以皮革包裹马腿和枪管，这些增加的装备加重了牲畜的负载，使它们步伐缓慢。
正当他们十分接近的时候，宛如哀歌般的号角声瞬时响起。哨兵非常诧异看到他们，马上发出警报。才一会儿，印加士兵跳上方院附近延烧过的城墙，贾伯晔差点来不及举起盾牌，以抵挡第一道有如倾盆落下的石块。贾伯晔大喊一声，把头埋在胸前，带领着马儿快步小跑，高举着剑，划过城墙上方，以砍断印加战士的小腿和脚。
在贾伯晔身后，卡纳瑞族人以迅雷不及掩耳的速度跳上了城墙，举着狼牙棒或铜制的斧头。当弹石阵仗停下来，他们迎上印加战士，一场城墙上的肉搏战于是展开，打斗中充斥着高声的叫喊与痛苦的呻吟。
“油！油！”贾伯晔对着赛巴田喊。
当贾伯晔骑着依札在路障的栅栏处回转了半圈，而手中的剑在空中挥舞，无人可挡之时，赛巴田和另两位西班牙骑兵敲碎了一大罐油瓶，洒在栅栏处的树枝堆上。只要一丁点的火花就足以烧掉路障。熊熊的火焰不长眼睛地流窜开来。瞬时响起一阵欢呼声：
“圣雅各布神！圣雅各布神……”
火柴燃烧的光影憧憧中，城墙上正进行着无情的肉搏战，士兵顿时变成魅影憧憧的舞者。卡纳瑞族士兵有如受到魔鬼的驱使，陷入无尽的狂喜中，以一刀又一刀的斧头把印加战士砍成好几块，恍如他们碎尸万段的，不过是一具具的稻草人。遭到火焰熏黑的石块全都沾染浓浓的血迹和五脏六腑，亡者堆栈而上。
贾伯晔撇过眼去，避开这血腥的画面，下令撤退。
“进攻另一座路障！”贾伯晔怒喊着，“在印加人抵达前，马上烧毁那座路障！”
贾伯晔才轻轻地以膝碰了一下美丽的依札，它倏地快跑起来，将骑兵团和卡纳瑞族士兵远远拋在后头。
一整晚就这样打打杀杀的，竖立在马路正中央做路障的栅栏，就此一个个消失于熊熊火焰中。有四五次，同样刀剑相交的场面轮番地激烈上演，摧毁一个个路障，但攻击行动越形艰困。但贾伯晔一行人终于还是接近到城塞周边，仰头望去可见高耸而沉暗的城墙。虽然众人疲累不堪，加上卡纳瑞族人已死伤大半，贾伯晔仍执意焚毁最后的一座路障。只要再毁掉这一座，那么明天通往城塞的路就打通了。
但这最后一次，却与之前的情形不同。印加士兵彼此交换了几句话，然后按兵不动等着贾伯晔这一方的进攻。石弹及箭羽的攻势比之前来得更密集，更难以抵挡。卡纳瑞族人一来因为疲惫的关系，二来则是因为印加士兵早有准备，所以失去了制敌的先机，种种因素使得他们必须十分费力才得以跳到城墙上。石弹击中他们的脸、打到他们的脚，打断了他们的骨头，也遏制了他们的战斗意志。
贾伯晔领着他那匹敏捷的马儿，以令人惊叹之姿，跳越了路障前最后一道壕沟，然后隐身在以泥土和树木混合成的火药后面。但是另外两名骑兵可没如此幸运。他们的坐骑跌断了胫部。正当贾伯晔听到他们的喊叫，拉着依札准备回头时，只看到自己的战友被石弹打得无处可躲。
“赛巴田！”他狂吼了一声。
“我在这里！”这位高大的黑人一边喊着，一边奋战着抵挡一群追杀着他的印加士兵，“贾伯晔，他们人数太多了，我们必须撤退……”
但为时晚矣。大批的印加士兵蜂拥而至，高声吶喊着。虽然最后一座路障已近在眼前，但是贾伯晔仍不得不放弃烧毁它的计划，因为另外那两名身陷苦战，身负重伤的骑兵，在等待着贾伯晔的救援，卡纳瑞族人已经无暇顾及他们了。剑锋才染了血，就听见赛巴田叫着：
“小心！小心！贾伯晔，小心你头上的火！”
从城塞的墙上，点燃火的箭羽倾覆而下，一如流星坠落地面。卡纳瑞族人突然吓坏了，动也不动。紧接着传出阵阵痛苦的呻吟。他们挣扎着，胸前颈上着了火。贾伯晔瞥见印加士兵准备撤退，而城墙上第二波攻势正蓄势待发。
“这些魔鬼纠缠不放，我们中计了！我们被困住了，进也不得，退也不……”
话还没说完，一枝带火的箭羽射中了赛巴田棉制的护胸甲，瞬间燃烧起来。赛巴田顾不得手中拿的盾牌，试图徒手拍熄火苗。而他的坐骑受到惊吓，原地不停打转，反而助长了火苗蹿升，说时迟那时快，其他的箭羽弹射划过他的臀部。贾伯晔好不容易飞奔到赛巴田的身边，以匕首划破他的护胸甲，把燃烧的棉衣丢到一旁。
就在这个时候，令人惊讶的事情发生了。而且每个人都亲眼目睹，包括西班牙人、卡纳瑞族人以及印加人。
正当新一波的箭羽又如流星般地坠下，没有任何一枝箭伤及贾伯晔和赛巴田。他们甚至连盾牌都不需要，好像无形中有股力量帮他们抵挡落下的箭羽。所有的箭不是落在他们几步之遥处，就是射在墙上断成两半。
贾伯晔再次快马加鞭，他的马和他一样活力充沛，迎面而来的是一整排的印加土兵。大部分的人畏怯地往后退，勇敢一点儿的就拉起了投石器。但是，一如刚刚箭羽未能伤及他们分毫，投出的弹石也消失在黑夜的深处，贾伯晔等人依然毫发无伤。往后退到被包围的中心，这时，西班牙人和卡纳瑞族人都亲眼看见贾伯晔放马奔驰，以剑比着一排排的印加士兵，但却一点也没伤害他们。就像一位拯救世人的天使，让一匹纯洁却有无穷力量的母马负载着，如入无人之境地开出了一道通路，而这次没有流下任何一滴血。没有人敢阻拦他，大家既错愕又惊恐，不久，撤退的整条路都畅通无阻。
“跟着我！跟着我，没有什么好害怕的！”贾伯晔对着同胞大喊。
听到他的喊叫，他的同胞才从震惊中苏醒过来，追随着他，口中大喊：“圣雅各布神！圣雅各布神！”没有一个印加士兵试图抵挡，也没有一枝箭或一块石头投向他们。
这整个晚上，贾伯晔的胸中涌上的不是害怕、不是怨恨、更不是暴力，而是一种奇异的、强烈的、忍不住想笑的感觉。
这一晚贾伯晔大失所望，最后却得到英雄式的崇拜，不过陶醉在胜利的感觉，很快在第二天就消失得无影无踪。
近晌午，精疲力竭的贾伯晔不管外头从未间断的擂鼓吶喊，也不理会饥饿啃噬的难受，始终昏睡着。直到突然听见几声尖叫，伴随着一阵的纷乱，贾伯晔喃喃地发了几句牢骚，准备离开马匹附近这块曾让他求得僻静的阴暗角落。而赛巴田则是头上和脖子上全扎上绷带，脸色凝重，面对着贾伯晔。另一边的是巴托罗缪修士。
“你觉得怎么样？”贾伯晔一睁开眼睛，就担心地询问赛巴田的伤势。
“就像新嫁娘洞房夜隔天起来的感觉一样！”赛巴田嘟哝着说。
“烧伤的地方痛得厉害吗？”贾伯晔又问巴托罗缪修士。
“恐怕还有一阵子好受的，”巴托罗缪无可奈何，叹着气说：“我担心伤口会感染，我需要一些橄榄油膏，但是在这里……”
“我可不是小女孩，我的伤口必须耐心点，得像我这个人一样，必须等到治愈的时机才行。”赛巴田幽默地说着，一边把贾伯晔推回原来的阴暗角落，“可是你呢，我大概也不用向你多说……”
“什么？发生了什么事？”
“没水了！”巴托罗缪说道：“再不先行储存几桶，很快就没水了。今早，印加人已经把引水的石渠毁掉了，所以广场水池的水量越来越少。”
“为什么这件事不让我知道呢？”贾伯晔很惊讶地问。
赛巴田的眼睛在巴托罗缪的眼神里寻找着响应，这两人也一样，饥饿和惊吓让他们几乎变了样。赛巴田高烧未退，眼神呆滞，尽管平常他是多么有活力。他受伤的手臂抽搐了一下。至于巴托罗缪，脸上的皮肤暗沉得近于他穿的浅棕色修士袍。他的手和他的太阳穴都一样，青筋浮起，骨头明显可见！可是面对贾伯晔的询问，两人都表现出同样的窘态，所以贾伯晔继续逼问：
“你们倒是说，怎么一回事？”
“有人认为就是因为我们昨晚的突袭行动惹火印加人的。”赛巴田嘴里嗫嚅着说，“还说，如果没有突袭，那他们也不会想到要破坏渠道。”
“谁会相信这种天方夜谭的推测？”贾伯晔抱怨地说。
“所有被巩萨洛说服的人。还有，刚刚卡纳瑞族人已经确认表示，所有的路障都重新竖立起来了。昨晚大家的努力全都白费了，再也不可能向昨晚那样容易地进行突袭……”
“那又怎样？当然他们一定会重设路障，”贾伯晔一下子吼了起来，“但是我们可以再烧，一次又一次地烧！我们不是受人围困吗？不突袭，要怎么战斗？再不然，就和印加人讲和。我可不会因此而悲伤……”
“并不是只有路障这件事。”
"what?"
“还……有……发生的事。”
“那到底发生了什么事？”
四周陷入沉寂。贾伯晔终于意识到他的朋友面有难色，似有隐情，“真他妈的，你们说啊！”
“你也知道的。”赛巴田咕哝地说，转过身去面对着马儿。
“我知道个鬼。”
“大家都在谈论昨晚发生的怪事。”巴托罗缪温和地说。
“我看到我所看到的。”赛巴田插了一句。
“那你到底看到什么？”
“就是你骑在依札身上，没有一枝箭或一块石头可以伤你们分毫，不管印加人如何猛烈地攻击。”
“天大的幸运，不过就是如此。”
“不，还有别的。”
“赛巴田，你受伤了！你过于害怕，所以满脑子乱想。这很自然，我了解。”
“贾伯晔，我的好朋友，你要怎么说都随你，我知道我看到的是什么。这一点也不自然。有人说，有东西保护着你。依札连一点刮伤都没有，安然无恙地返回。可是我却花了整整一个小时，来帮我的庞哥处理伤口！”
“你想听听今早的传言吗？”巴托罗缪插了进来，“巩萨洛四处谣传，说魔鬼和印加人都站在你这一边。昨晚所有和你一道进行突击行动的人都说，看到圣雅各布神在你的身上复活了！甚至还有人信誓旦旦地指称，是圣母玛丽亚在你的前头，为你开的道。”
“不管怎么说，我可没有注意到有什么人。”贾伯晔语气莞尔地说着，“现在，竟听到这些胡诌没个准儿的话……这有什么呢？就是打了太多的仗，死了太多的人。”
“不。即使印加士兵也都亲眼看见了。”赛巴田反驳道：“就是因为这样，印加人才没敢阻拦我们。还有，你也知道的，你以剑扫退他们，可是却一点也没伤到他们。”
“贾伯晔，赛巴田不是唯一一个看到的人。”巴托罗缪很坚持地表示，“我和那些受你救援的骑兵，还有卡纳瑞族人聊过。他们都说，燃火的箭和石头奇迹般地避开了你！是天主保佑你吗？抑或是……你是那些印加人的朋友？”
“巴托罗缪修士，我素来敬重你，你怎能胡乱地臆测呢？我当然很清楚印加战士喜欢相信怪力乱神，这我承认，可是就是这样啊！我只是表现出既不怕他们砸下来的箭，也不怕他们猛投的石头，把他们给镇住了。那还有……”
贾伯晔诉说的话语里少了泰然的自在。他看到他朋友的眼神里，带着怀疑和不解。
“那还有，我很幸运吧！就是幸运，就是这样……”
事实上，他自己都很难自我说服。赛巴田说得有道理，这次的行动中，贾伯晔身上真的发生了奇怪的事，他身上的精力似乎用之不竭。但谁会去相信这样一件疯狂有余的事呢？
他沉重地说：“你们得相信我，当然不可否认的，我的幸运让我不致受伤而死。但是，这里面并没有什么奇迹，也不是什么巫术……”
“也许对你来说，的确是如此。可是对其他在这里，惧怕着死亡不知何时来临的人，事情并不如你所说的这么简单。”巴托罗缪反驳贾伯晔的说法，“贾伯晔·孟德鲁卡先生，他们可没法儿像你一样，如此骄傲地，只把生死一瞬间当成惊心动魂，令人难忘的一刻。”
“巴托罗缪修士，我到底要怎么说，你才相信我？你是要我手无寸铁，置身马路中央去送死，才能向你证明印加人不管对谁都不会手下留情吗？”
贾伯晔才说完，巴托罗缪那只手指相连的右手举到脸上。紧接着这样一个突如其来的动作后，又画了十字喃喃地说：
“没有人要你这么做。让天主为你选择你需要走的道路！在这之前，就请你保持谦逊，和所有的人一样，并同时维持缄默。艾南多先生下令禁止任何人再出去，你也不例外。”
贾伯晔不再抗辩，心中深受打击。他的眼光飞向成块的巨石，沿着墙面，望向那座无法攻克的城堡，直到那道脉脉相连的群山。他戏谑地看待自己的好狗运，或者应该说成是天主的保佑。心里始终嘀咕着：“她在哪里？她到底在哪里？”
神留下他的一条生命，但他倾注了生命寻觅的答案，神却始终默然不语。
接下来整整五天五夜，库斯科举目所见全是混乱、死亡与伤痛。
因为第一晚的夜袭行动让印加士兵更加警觉，所以他们不仅重架起栅栏以防骑兵的攻击得逞，还在栅栏前加强隐秘式壕沟，哨兵更是二十四小时监视着任何接近的可疑者。同时，印加人为了吓唬西班牙人，使他们不得一刻安宁，不停地擂鼓吶喊，一会儿后又紧接着低沉哀怨的号角声，两者交替，日日夜夜四面楚歌，让西班牙人的神经紧绷。弓箭手和投石手日以继夜轮番上阵，从高高的萨克赛华曼城堡上，对着广场，以及围困西班牙人的最后那个方院进行攻击。
又饥又渴，加上叫嚷喧天让人不得入睡，不得安宁，西班牙人都快发疯了。有人闭上眼睛疯狂地大叫，有人像小孩一样不停地呜咽。还有人不住地激烈祷告，甚至连巴托罗缪都不敢陪伴、倾听他们虔诚的祷词。其中还有人回想起很早以前与法兰西斯科·皮萨罗一起打过的胜仗，那时他们一起烤蚯蚓来吃，还有乞求不到水的时候，干脆喝自己的尿的陈年旧事！
一直到了第四天的时候，艾南多先生心里盘算着，这些没仗可打、精神就快崩溃的人，大概再也撑不了多久，因此派遣他的弟弟胡安和巩萨洛，集合二十人左右的步兵突围至广场另一边，以占领巩萨洛的官邸，看看能否找到一两只从前自卡哈马尔运来的野猪、甚至豆角儿什么的，顺便也看看有无残留的玉米粉。因为巩萨洛坚持不许贾伯晔随行，因此找了些人分成几小队，掩护这些前往探查的前哨兵，同时防范印加兵从后头围攻。
这次的突围，两方人马僵持不下了近乎四五个小时，最后好不容易胡安和巩萨洛的坐骑才举步维艰地踩在印加士兵的尸体上，进入了巩萨洛之前住的官邸。找到的野猪都已经横尸地上，爬满尸虫。地窖里只剩下印加人忘了拿走的一小桶玉米粉。不过，水池里还有满满清澈的水，一如赛巴田地窖里的水池一样。大家忘情地大喊大叫，高兴得不得了。
近傍晚，这场小小的胜利重新燃起西班牙人心里的希望。西班牙人终于从印加人的手里收复了奥凯帕塔广场，并下令所有人把找到的布匹、床单、桌巾，还有地毯，全部都集中至巩萨洛的寝宫，那里有如卡地兹商店那般，堆满了东西。
整晚，所有的人狂热地动了起来，忘了山丘传来的喧嚣、身上的饥渴以及心里的恐惧。所有的骑兵轮流看守着这块曼科手下的人未能攻击到的地方，而步兵中善于耍剑舞枪却对女红一窍不通的人，负责去搜集各式各样的布，其他的人就负责编织缝制，竖立木桩，并且把尚堪用的屋梁从烧毁的屋顶上拆下来。
曙光初现，一块大得离谱、花花绿绿的布，盖住了从前艾南多住的那头，直到巩萨洛这一头的天空，以抵挡从萨克赛华曼城堡砸下的石块。
艾南多因为这场胜利而受到不小的鼓舞，更大胆地试图挣脱印加人令人窒息的钳制。他派遣骑兵团首先从广场往外扩张，与印加部队进行小型的正面冲突，可是没多久，冲突战不仅没有扩大占领的地区，甚至让自身的军力岌岌可危。
每次突围的情形均大同小异。先是马匹跌进壕沟，因为一路到广场西边的台地上都设有壕沟；接着骑兵也跟着跌落马背，遭到印加士兵的围杀，更确切的说法，应该是被乱石打死。
第五天的晚上，胡安·皮萨罗因为被落下的石块打中了下巴而受伤。他被抬到巴托罗缪克难制成的一张床上，虽然简陋，但为了安置伤患，总是聊胜于无。虽然胡安·皮萨罗向来勇敢，但缠上绷带的时候，还是忍不住大叫。
巴托罗缪试图把胡安被打歪的下颔骨推回原位时，要求贾伯晔帮忙固定。大家匆匆忙忙制作可以固定骨头的小木片和绷带。艾南多和巩萨洛来的时候，胡安已经痛得昏厥过去。贾伯晔不可置信地看着巩萨洛跪在胡安的身旁，轻抚着他的前额，就好像安抚小孩一般。巩萨洛的眼里涌出泪水，从颤抖的唇边勉强吐出几句鼓舞伤者的话。
“巩萨洛先生，您别太担心。”巴托罗缪含糊地说，“伤口虽然万分疼痛，但并非无法痊愈。你的弟弟既勇敢又强壮。明天，他可能会有点发烧，但应该就可以下床走动了。”
“可以站起来走动又怎样？去你的天主！”艾南多手握着拳头，恨恨地吼了这么一句。
他的眼神滑过贾伯晔的眼睛，这是第一次，他似乎想要寻求援助。
他们同时往上望去，透过覆盖方院内院的布块接缝中，看着萨克赛华曼城堡已经开始迎接夜的降临，火把照亮了整座城堡。在残剩的夕阳里，城堡的高塔勾勒出一只火龙的头部。
“那里才是我们要进攻的地方。”贾伯晔喃喃地说。
“那里？你知道那是不可能的！”
“必须攻占那座高塔。其他的地方都不重要。”贾伯晔再强调了一次。
“怎么攻占？那些高塔地势险恶，通往那里的路径非常陡，马匹不是爬不上，就是爬得很慢。要不了一百步，我们就身首异处了！那些高塔的城墙又那么高，靠一把梯子都爬不上去。我认为应该从城塞的背后攻击，但前提是我们必须从这座被围困的城市里脱身！”
“艾南多先生，你心里很清楚我说的，没有别的办法了。我们必须攻下萨克赛华曼，不管牺牲有多大。”
“这又是你的疯狂举动，摧毁栅栏的建议不也是你的疯狂想象吗？”
“如果我们可以爬上高塔，”贾伯晔不理会艾南多的戏谑，接着说，“我们就可以让情势大逆转！艾南多先生，你看看你的弟弟，他身受重伤对军情有任何益处吗？我们只剩下五十名骑兵，这是我们最后一次机会。”
艾南多的眼神突然变得锐利，心中的疑虑、怀疑与仅有的希望彼此交战着。
“我们先照顾我弟弟，”艾南多嘴里咕哝着，“然后再想想怎么做。”
“那你就自己照顾你的弟弟，”贾伯晔说：“我们需要所有可用的人手。”
这是第一次，贾伯晔在艾南多投射过来的眼睛里，很意外地看到除了仇恨和猜忌以外的眼神：看起来像是某种尊敬的表示。
当他瞥过巩萨洛时，却见他满是泪水的脸以及哭得红肿的双眼。当贾伯晔正大感意外的时候，巩萨洛啐得他满脸：
“都是你，你才应该去死！”
但是贾伯晔的心里为这位皮萨罗家族中的小弟感到相当痛苦，所以什么也没再多说。
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