Chapter 11 chapter Ten

Looking at the grassland, standing in the gray dawn light, all the people were silent.Neither sweet lavender wheat nor golden corn have been sown here so generously, but death. This is where the battle between Huascar and Atahualpa's supporters took place a few weeks ago, and the bodies of the fighters are still left where they were killed, this whole head buried in the mud, the eyes upside down.However, in this eternal peace, what Jia Boye left in his eyes was a terrible impression: it was the stench of dead bodies, the green grass that kept coming out, the parasites that fed on the wounds and burrowed everywhere, it was a Birds pecking at pupils in batches... In short, among the 4,000 corpses covering the entire grassland, the soil will gradually absorb this strange fertilizer, and soon this place will be a new green grassland.

The sky was bright and refreshing, but it made people vomit. Jia Boye looked away and tried to look at the green field scenery.Walking through the treacherous mountain pass, walking through the snow, and getting through the cold, Dawn seems to be much kinder, like a warm blessing. Walking at the forefront of this huge expedition, it seems that only Mr. Francisco Pizarro, just as he faces the bright scenery, has no feeling for this killing field.He repeatedly ordered the Indian leader to stop, observe the undulating ground, and demand explanations.With undeniable friendship he invited by his side one of the chieftains of the city, a Luka whose long hair was fastened by a four-finger-wide crown. "We'll take care of you," he repeated over and over again, "and we'll give you the Inca freedom." Every time someone translated for him, the man's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

As in the early days of the expedition, Mr. Francisco spent the night in prayer.All the old comrades from Cajamar have family in their hearts, and family is both their motivation and resistance. "Ready to fight." The entire hillside faces Hatang Sosha City.This is a beautiful Inca city, with the Temple of the Sun, the Temple of the Virgin, the pyramid-shaped Wu Xunu standing in the center of the large square, the square courtyard built against the wall, warehouses, alleys... This beautiful city is located in a Leaning against the bottom of the valley next to the big river. This is a beautiful Inca city, but it is a pity that it is being ravaged by Zhu Rong.

After climbing up the mountain for a while, the governor found that the sedan chair of Charles Guzima was bumping.Although the general was never seen, and despite his ill health from the wounds he suffered at the stake, the viceroy believed that he still directed the actions of the Inca troops more or less secretly.That's why, on the eve of the massacre, he kept his eyes on him. In order to restrain the restlessness of his younger brothers Juan and Almagro, he ordered Su Tuo to lead the cavalry to the city.A long time ago, Jia Boye had to beg thousands of dollars to join the vanguard, but now, with just a gesture, the governor asked him to follow Su Tuo. "As always, just in case!" Jia Boye joked.With a flick of his spurs, he steered his reddish-brown horse into a cavalry formation of fifteen or so who marched two abreast.

Before entering the city, Su Tuo raised a hand to ask them to stop.A large number of Indian troops gathered on the opposite bank.The soldiers, wearing multicolored robes and holding torches, were about to throw the flames at several important buildings. They started with the barn full of grain. "They're burning the warehouse. Let's go!" cried Tiko de Jagueol.He is one of the most irritable uncles. "Take your time." Su Tuo retorted. "You are so cautious, Captain Su Tuo." Jia Boye looked surprised. Su Tuo smiled. "I obey the governor's order: no war without his order."

"Everything will be burnt up, Su Tuo. In two hours, there will be no corn stalk or piece of dried meat left in the city." An old man went into a rage. "Su Tuo," Jia Boye said, "please allow me, Yagehou and Beido to go and inspect..." "And me," said a cavalryman standing behind them. "And him," Jia Boye continued without turning his head, "a master rider can scare the opponent away, lest they burn the whole city." Su Tuo thought about it for a while. "Listen, you are in charge! You must hold on, my friends, until the help arrives."

"Don't worry, Captain, we'll be back for dinner, just don't eat the whole dinner!" They rushed quickly across the wading area.Jia Boye galloped all the way to the small tapered houses arranged at a truncated corner, that is, the place where the Royal Avenue began to narrow.A thick layer of ochre-red smoke had already filled the houses.Just at the entrance to the square, a ragged Indian with a cheek blackened by soot held his hand aloft.Not surprised by their presence, he ran after the horses and shouted in Quechua dialect: "They burned the whole city, run away!"

The Huka tribe were several tribes that were taken by force by the Inca kings, but they never accepted each other's rule.Jia Boye turned to face his three companions. "They will see us as liberators!" he yelled. "Then let's liberate them quickly," Beddo said, pointing to the largest group of buildings in the square, a row of Jialang's houses, which the Inca troops were about to set ablaze. "Otherwise everything will be burnt, including us!" Jia Boye's eyes were red from the smoke, he drew out his long sword, and slapped hard on the mount whose eyes were turned white by the hot and sour heat.Over there, the soldiers rushing out from Jialang's house all held axes, spears or slings.An officer shouted an order facing them.Afterwards, a sound of horns blew across the square, and sooner or later, more than 20 soldiers charged straight at the Spaniards, not even afraid of the horses in front of them.

Bedou puffed up his chest and screamed, "God Saint Jacob!" It was almost the roar of a wild animal.As a result, the four people were all moved, and they half-bent close to the horse's neck together, with the blade facing forward, and the blade was full of murderous aura under the milky white light.Even the horses sprinted forward bravely, as if they could breathe easier. They dispersed the Indian soldiers first.Then use the long sword to cut off the opponent's spear, cut the belt on the sling, and cut off the wrist holding the club and the axe.The shoulders were ripped apart, and the first person fell to the ground in pain.The others scattered and fled into the alleys one after another.Jia Boye followed closely, and Bei Duo accompanied him.In the distance, in the thick smoke, Yaghou and his companions rode towards the river.

"Be careful, be careful!" Bedo shouted. The passage winding between the houses ahead was too narrow for two knights to enter side by side.Jia Boye lay on the horse's neck and entered first.When he came out of the passage, a man stumbled and fell under the horse's hooves.Jia Boye looked disdainful, knowing that he was stepping forward on his body.A stone thrown from a sling nearly hit his horse in the ear, and Jia Boye discovered that the shooter was hiding at the entrance of a square courtyard.When he got to where the man was, he rode the horse close to the man, so close that he cut his chest with the blade.In an instant, he saw the other party's protruding eyes.A few drops of blood oozed from the cheek and mouth of the first man he killed.

Now there was only one fugitive left before him, a desperately running man with long ears and blue feathers in the great armor of an officer.Every time he took a step, a pair of large gold earrings hanging on the earlobe dangled on his shoulders. Jia Boye took a glance and knew that he was trying to run to the shore.On the other side of the river, a large number of Indian troops stood still, ready to go.He rode his horse to the side of the road and tried to block the officer's way, but when he caught up, the officer stopped suddenly.Amidst the dust and smoke, Jia Boye couldn't help being surprised when he recognized his face.He will never forget the proud eyes and the bridge of the nose that is as sharp as a rock. "Guyappa!" he yelled, "I know who you are!" "You speak our language?" the man replied angrily. "Why did you kill me?" "I often think of you, Gu Yapa." Jia Boye said with a smile. Gu Yapa was expressionless, while Jia Boye was hesitant.Facing the man who was trying to protect Ana Maya during the Cajamar massacre, he felt an unnatural weight on his shoulders, as if suddenly the handle of his knife was too heavy to hold. "You should have killed me long ago." Looking at his hesitant expression, Guapa said. Jia Boye held onto the horse tightly.Wisps of smoke drifted over the river.On the other side of the river, the warriors swarmed and shouted when they saw that their leader was isolated.The whole valley was full of clamor, but he remained still.Guapa also seemed to be hesitating and remained motionless. Just twenty paces away from them, amidst the rumbling of the water, a thatched roof burst into flames.Jia Boye turned his head to look at the thick smoke flying into the air for a while.He pretended not to see Guiappa sneaking away from the horses, leaping into the tall grass on the bank's slope, stripping off all his gold ornaments and throwing them into the eddy. "You should have killed me because, now, I'm going to kill you!" he yelled before jumping into the river. Wherever he passed, Jia Boye always saw groups of men, women and children, whether they came out of the house or Jialang's house, they must have tears in their eyes and shouted thank you.He felt so uncomfortable that he roughly pushed them all away. A few men managed to pull him towards a quad where an Indian soldier with a broken foot and an ax in his hand was nestled, surrounded by a group of Juka youths who were yelling and cursing at him. , but just dare not approach him.A child clutched at his scabbard. "I'm not free!" he yelled. He galloped across the square on horseback, but Yaghor and Bedo were nowhere to be seen.He went straight to the pier, and the shadow of Annamaya flew in his mind, but he shook her off, far away, as far as the bloodless country. On the other side of the river, more than 200 Indian soldiers were gathered, with about 15 guards behind them, and they tried to burn the whole piece of weeds and the suspension ropes on the bridge.Yaghou and Bedo tried to cut a passage through the mass of people to stop them, but failed. Yaghou resisted bravely, swung his sword vigorously, and deftly used his horse to dodge the pursuit of stones and sticks; Bedo's movements were more restrained, but equally effective.However, when Jia Boye and his two companions reunited, what surprised and frightened him the most was that the Indians they faced were exactly the same as those of Cahamal. They had been prepared to face death quietly and calmly so that their companions Burn the drawbridge to thwart the Spanish attack. As if to cheer himself up, and shake off his uneasiness, he yelled at the top of his throat, and rode into the melee.Bedo laughed loudly, loudly but inspiringly. "Why wait so long to strike!" gasped the Greek giant. Jia Boye swung his knife vigorously, cut off the enemy's arms, pierced their chests, cut their cheeks, and was driven mad by death.All the traditional Inca body protection methods cannot withstand the slashing of iron tools.Ten or twenty of them fell down one after another, barely able to resist.Some were even suffocated by the bodies of soldiers crushed from above, while others were dragged with wounds or stumps all the way to the river, where they drowned.But their compatriots took their place, swinging their axes vigorously, with a fierce look in their eyes. During the melee, Jia Boye was attracted by a burly fighter.Taller and stronger than anyone else, he looks elegant, never seems to hold back, and is constantly cheering his fellows on.On several occasions, the blade and the horse's hoof brushed against him, but he always easily escaped the threat of death.Then, with one neat movement, he jumped onto Bedouin's horse, grabbed the Greek's shoulder with one hand, and was about to draw out his ax with the other to cut off the knight's ribs. Jia Boye grabbed his red-brown horse and followed closely behind them.His arm shot out quickly like a bow and arrow, and he felt the sword in his hand slicing across the opponent's colorful clothes and skin. The Inca warrior straightened up and yelled, before falling on his sword.For a moment, nothing seemed to happen.The Indian was still holding the mount tightly with his feet, and Jia Boye thought that he was barely supporting him with his sword.Afterwards, such mutual support was separated immediately, and the former rolled unsteadily under the horse's hooves. "Damn it," Bei Duo cursed while rubbing his ribs with one hand, "You came at the right time, Mr. Jia Boye!" "That bridge is finished, and it will be reduced to ashes soon." Jia Boye responded, pointing to the rising flames. Moreover, all the Indians retreated, leaving dead and wounded behind.The war ended like magic.Yaghou and his companions rushed up, their eyes were terrified, and their boots and shoes were all covered with blood.They dismounted and took off their helmets, their faces covered with sweat and blood, their cheeks and lips still stiff with fear. "Gentlemen," muttered Bedo, "I have good news for you all: we are alive!" After Su Tuo and the cavalry regiment joined them, the governor and other members of the column followed at around noon.The whole city cheered, but the Spaniards did not indulge in celebrating or enjoying the gifts offered by each other. The Governor came to the shore, accompanied by his two younger brothers Gonzalo and Juan, Captain Suto and Almagro. "Where is this place, Jia Boye?" Jia Boye pointed to the other side of the river, and about 600 Inca soldiers were staring at them. "We followed them, Monsieur Francisco, and as you can see, we fought off some of them, but unfortunately we let them destroy the bridge." "Incapable! Coward!" Gonzalo blurted out this contemptuous invective. "We already knew your strategy, coward, you even let their leader go on purpose..." Jia Boye was astonished.He hesitated for a while before suddenly realizing that the other party was referring to Gujapa. "Enough, Gonzalo!" the governor shouted. The governor's harsh tone did not allow for rebuttal from the two.Gong Saluo and Jia Boye confronted each other for a while, their faces were full of arrogance and resentment. After Mr. Francisco looked indifferently at the broken bodies of the dead, he looked at the deep and fast river that carried them from the land, where the tribal troops fled.Without looking back, he asked which volunteers were willing to take on additional tasks. "You've got to teach them a lesson," he said. "Don't let them think it's an easy escape." Why was Jia Boye one of the first few voluntary members?Even he himself doesn't know.Resentment made his blood boil.He could barely hear what other people were saying. "Me too!" said Juan. "Me too!" Su Tuo said. "And me!" Almagro murmured, as if waking up from a deep sleep. The governor smiled.The four knights, followed by several soldiers, stepped down the grassy slope and walked towards the river.All the young men of the Tuka tribe, eager for revenge, jumped into the icy river with them, praising the horses that lifted their noses out of the eddy. The current is fast.They had to divert the water flow into circular arcs first, so as not to exhaust their mounts.Fortunately, the slope on the opposite river bank is not high and easy to climb.As soon as they reached land Almagro and his men climbed to the top of the hill, preparing to counterattack from the rear, while Juan and another small party remained by the river.Su Tuo and Jia Boye drove straight in, followed closely behind the Indian warriors, and forced them to the shore. Jia Boye no longer felt tired.Gonzalo's insults swirled in his head like a spiral staircase.His thighs were pressed against the red-brown horse, and one hand pressed against the hilt of the long sword that was pressed against his right leg, as if the existence of the world depended on it. The first team of fighters bared their teeth and claws in front of them.The way he swings his fists is just out of order.But at the moment when Su Tuo shouted "Be careful!", a burst of stones from the catapult shot at them from all directions.The russet horse was hit in the shoulder, stumbled, and jumped aside.Seeing that they were unable to act collectively, the Indian fighters took them away a long time ago. And, just a hundred paces away, another group of slingshots was already in position, and this time their torrential rain of stones would aim at Juan Pizarro's detachment and beat them to pieces. Then Jia Boye suddenly had a crazy idea.He rode forward, while the other warriors lined up neatly, readying their catapults.With a roar, he rushed towards the opponent straightly, his speed was like a flash of light, and all the Indian soldiers were dazzled and stopped to watch.Then he cried out: "God Saint Jacob! God Saint Jacob!" The will to die ran through his veins, and there was only a spark of anger in his heart.When he saw the first faces and gaping mouths, he let them slip by his saddle, his left hand clutching the hilt of his sword.A bronze ax slashed across his head, but he didn't see it, because he could only see the throats of the opposing fighters, and he could only feel the swaying melody of the red-brown horse in his waist.His right arm was stronger than the bridle, and half bent, he drew his sword and leaned back toward them. "Saint Jacob!" The long sword pierced into the throat.one by one!One after another, like the wind, Jia Boye cut their windpipes with a blade, and the twelve lives didn't even have time to wail. He braced himself, straightened up, and after turning the horse around, he saw a dozen people fall down in response, their hands and feet trembling strangely, buried in blood. He felt that the valley suddenly became quiet.A flash of white light distracted him, and he had to hold onto the horse's mane to keep from falling off the saddle.Over there, on his left, all the Indians panicked and fled into the bushes. "Incompetent coward." He muttered to himself, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about. A few screams came from behind him, and the Almagro and the Huka rushed forward in pursuit of the fugitives.Jia Boye raised his hand and wiped his face. Su Tuo caught up with him.They looked at each other.The captain nodded politely, which Jia Boye guessed meant fear.The two buckled the reins at the same time, as if they were already exhausted. An hour later, more than 600 corpses lay on the shore.In the battle zone of Guapa, only a few shadows are left trying to escape by crawling in the mud, but usually in vain.