Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen

The Indian looked at Jia Boye with a reserved smile on his lips, his expression was both curious and frightened.He repeated his answer slowly so that the foreigner could hear better: "Yes, she was here three days ago. I saw her." "Kamaken Keya?" "I'm just a little guy, I don't know the names of those Inca princesses." "Then how are you sure it's her?" "Eyes. You said her eyes were sky blue. I never saw any other princess with eyes of the same color." Jia Boye nodded in agreement.He smiled, holding himself back from blurting out that he did too, and that he had never seen a princess with the same eyes.

dawn.The precipitous cliffs of the high mountains around the village of Shimak Toho, formerly covered with a mist, were now disintegrated into transparent fragments.Cliffs and ridges merge into one stunning, petal-shaped landscape.Jia Boye took a quick look, disappointed that such a beautiful day was submerged in the noise of the water.Perhaps Anna Maya is not far away, somewhere in the forest.A few days ago, when he and Su Tuo were riding side by side on the Royal Avenue, he had always hoped to see her sitting on the sedan chair, completing her mission and returning with honor.It's a pity that there was no joy.His lonely mood was mixed with many worries.Will it be in danger?Or all the way to Cusco?This is unexpected.

"She was with a prince from Cuzco." The man continued, as if he had read Jia Boye's mind. "Do you know which direction she's going?" Before the man could answer, a voice startled them all: "Good news or bad news?" Su Tuo smiled kindly.Jia Boye noticed that he had added a cotton coat over the tight tunic, and that his left hand, which held the sword hilt, was also wearing a heavy leather glove with iron plates that he loved especially when he was on the battlefield. Jia Boye pouted and replied: "At present, none of the above." He turned to face the Indian again, pointed to the surrounding mountains and asked:

"Do you know if there are soldiers lying in ambush in the forest?" The latter looked hesitant.Su Tuo's sudden intrusion in military uniform made him startled.Jia Boye continued to ask: "Some northern army, that is, the soldiers who robbed and destroyed your piers and villages?" The Indians hesitated no longer.He stretched out his thick farmer's finger, pointed to several cliffs facing south and said: "Two days ago, just before you arrived, there were a lot of sparks over there. But I haven't seen them since." Without Jia Boye's interpretation, Su Tuo understood it just by looking at his expression.

"Apparently they're still there," he murmured. "They should have arrived a few days before we did, to destroy the last bridges before marching on the capital." The two men continued to look for a moment in the direction the Indian pointed.Less than a kilometer from the village, the Royal Mile wound between a cliff they had never experienced.Floor tiles are no longer laid on the road, and the whole road runs straight through the center of the forest, hidden behind the gradually rising mist, and the clear veins look like a vertical line. "This cliff is steep enough for us, let alone horses." Jia Boye emphasized. "Besides, they have been on the road for the past few days, with little rest. Maybe it's best to wait for the governor to come."

Su Tuo looked annoyed and shook his head. "I don't like the valley. I don't like the river, I don't like these," he said. With his ungloved index finger, Su Tuo pointed to the strange and narrow mountain pass facing east, facing the most important buildings of the Incas.It was a monstrously deep mountain pass.At this time, although the mist elsewhere has cleared, and the clear blue sky can be seen faintly, but the clouds and mists linger around the mountain pass.Thick, motionless, and eerie, its translucent, scroll-shaped silhouette looks in some parts like a living monster.

"All day yesterday," Su Tuo continued, "there was a thick fog around the mountain pass. It is said that this mountain pass has no end, and it leads directly to hell!" Jia Boye couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't know you were so superstitious, even the sights of nature are frightening to death, Mr. Su Tuo!" "Maybe...it's related to the climate. Don't laugh at me, Jia Boye! Take a closer look at the geographical landscape here. Those Indians may be hiding in this misty river valley these days, waiting for us to pay the least attention When the time comes, we will be wiped out."

"Once we climb the cliff, we'll have to let them kill us. The horses will not only be of no use at all, but will be a drag." "Then act fast, or you will be miserable when the weather changes. Look at the sky, it should be fine weather all day today. It's hot but good for your health!" "Yes," Jia Boye muttered, "I can't care about the cloudless sky, anyway, you are the team leader!" "Hey, friend!" Su Tuo yelled, and grabbed Jia Boye's arm while laughing. "The you I know are much more active in the face of adventure than you are now. Do you suspect, like our dear Mr. Francisco, that I want to reach Cusco before the rest?"

"I doubt it, that's right," Jia Boye retorted in the same tone. "And, this time, I'm sure I was right to be skeptical. But it doesn't matter! It's the cliff that annoys me." "As for me, I think the valley is an eyesore!" "Then one of us must be wrong." Jia Boye said with a smile. "No, friend, we should pray that we are both wrong!" Afterwards, they walked towards the buildings where the Spaniards were bustling in front of them, and the Indian suddenly called Jia Boye to a stop.Pointing to a high mountain rising in the valley to the north, he said:

"Master foreigner, that blue-eyed princess was walking towards that mountain two days ago." Sixty cavalrymen were saddled and put on padded corsets in a very short time, and some of them even wore armor.In fact, the weather was so clear that it shouldn't rain. The three muskets were loaded with thoroughly dried powder, and bundled together, they were carried on the back of a horse without a rider.All cavalry with shields put their shields on their bridles.The bow strings of the small crossbows had been oiled the night before, and some of the least elastic ones had been replaced with new strings.Some of these bows had already been drawn taut and wound, and the little bows and arrows lay in the quiver within easy reach of the saddle.

The most time-consuming job was assigning a dozen or so soldiers to guard the gold brought out of Himak Toho until the Governor arrived.In the end, since there were no volunteers, Su Tuo had no choice but to appoint a small group of infantrymen who did not ride horses and the two youngest cavalrymen.He took Jia Boye and several highly skilled cavalrymen, among whom Rodriguele Ou Guolei was the most valiant, and the most valiant of them, the proud Hainando de Toro. Near noon, with an angry and disappointed face, he gave the order to set off.The sun was as hot as an oven, and the helmet shone brightly. As soon as everyone set foot on the uphill road, they couldn't help being happy and quickened their pace.Two or three times in a row, Su Tuo asked his companions to slow down and not rush the mounts desperately. Everyone quickly understood why.It turned out that the end of the stone-brick road was a piece of mud. The road surface was wet and slippery. According to the road conditions, it was either too muddy or dusty, and it was extremely steep!On some stretches, the horses seem so cumbersome that they don't care about themselves.Sometimes they even hop around like goats, out of breath. After passing a quarter of the hillside, the mountain road narrowed again, deep into the bushes, and the forest suddenly opened up.There is less shade, and the sun is more sinister.Humans, like livestock, open their mouths wide from the heat, their tongues are dry and sticky, and their breathing is short of breath.Su Tuo ordered the group to act in groups of four. Jia Boye and three other companions walked on the shoulder of the road.Their boots slipped on the grass, tripping over the thick mulberry branches or the wild fluffy grass, but the horses were more at ease than before. One after another, everyone took off their stuffy cotton breastplates, loosened their belts, and unbuttoned their shirts.The sun was so strong that people blinked, and the hand holding the rein was dripping with sweat.No one said a word, but it was not silent.The bright air was filled with the clatter of boots, the clatter of hooves, and the short breathing.The heartbeat in the chest was heavy and heavy.Vessels in the neck and temples become noticeably thicker.On the faces that were excruciatingly hot, everyone grinned their corpse-like mouths, and the gums and teeth were faintly visible under the mustaches. No one cared about those Indians anymore, all he cared about now was the kilometers of mountains that kept coming up in front of him, waiting to be climbed. It was not until the afternoon that they reached the halfway up the mountain. It was so hot that it was breathless.The sky was cloudless.Under the helmet, everyone's face was covered with sweat, covered with dust, and huddled together in pain.Bows and crossbows were set up on each saddle early, and even the horses were too tired to bear it.Their lower lips and front breasts were dripping with saliva, and the leather girdles of the saddles were wet and black.Some of them rolled their eyes desperately and kept roaring, as if every breath would explode the lung lobes. The cliffs are steep enough for a bird's-eye view of the panorama.The narrow Himak Toho valley beneath your feet looks no bigger than a tablecloth.The sound of rumbling water is still incessant. If it weren't for the occasional eddies bubbling with foam, one would think that this gray-blue river is still like a hibernating snake. Su Tuo, who was leading the way from the foot of the mountain, finally gave the order.Everyone raised their heads and found a place shaped like a mountain shoulder, with a long slope covered with grass, forming a strange platform halfway up the mountain. "Half an hour's rest," the captain said loudly. "One hour!" shouted a man with a big nose that looked like a shaved cucumber. "It's not just horses that need rest." "Then ask a horse to fan your ass, Swadina, and I promise you will go faster!" Su Tuo finished in one breath. "Half an hour, that's all. Give the horses water, and feed them some corn that's been brought up all the way! It's better to let them swallow it than to carry it on their backs!" The soldiers sat on the ground and took off their unbearably hot helmets.After dazed for a while, they first took the water pot and poured it on their own heads, and then poured water on the horse's nostrils. Jia Boye continued to stand so that he could breathe more smoothly. Despite the spasms in his chest, his reddish-brown horse endured.Jia Boye fed it water slowly and said some comforting words to it.It pricked up its ears, so painful that it could only hear its own voice.But the cool water and Jia Boye's touch finally worked. After his horse calmed down, Jia Boye unconsciously took out some coca leaves from the cloth bag that Anna Maya gave him and carried with him.When Su Tuo and Hainan Tuo de Toro came forward, some thick dark juice was oozing from the corner of his mouth.Seeing him chewing a small ball of coca leaves, Su Tuo frowned, and said with a tired smile: "An hour more, I was right. The hardest part is over." Jia Boye narrowed his eyes and looked at the top of the cliff.Except for a mountain road, there were piles of rocks and weeds. "I think there's another kilometer," he said, "a whole kilometer of slope as steep as trying to get to heaven on Jacob's Ladder." "It's a good analogy." Su Tuo sighed and muttered. "Horses can't walk up stairs," said Henando de Toro. "That's exactly what I mean." Jia Boye retorted, touching the neck of his red-brown horse. Su Tuo quickly pointed to the slope. "My concern," he said, "is that we have to walk on the road now. If we continue to let the horses walk on the shoulders, their feet will be broken by stones." "Sure," echoed Henando de Toro. "But it also happens to protect us. No one can walk over such a cliff without falling down!" Jia Boye didn't say a word.He felt that these two men were too good at comforting themselves.After that, the three of them stared at the cliff together for a long time, as if they all hoped that it would disappear from sight immediately. "Nothing," Su Tuo muttered. "Not even a human head or a ghost of one of those ugly dead llamas they keep." Henando de Toro wiped the sweat from his face with his gloves. "When you get to the top, you need to be more careful." "I'll go up first," Su Tuo got up and walked. "Each group of four, each keeping a distance of five elbows. You two, Jia Boye and you, Hainan, you are the rear." According to Su Tuo's instructions, they climbed up again.Four by four, up on foot, dragging the horses rather than leading them by the bridle.With each step, the boots on the feet became heavier.No one wears padded breastplates anymore. The sun was gradually setting, casting long shadows in front of their eyes.They looked at their own shadow on the road, the painful black shadow swaying here and there.The physical strength gained after a short rest is quickly exhausted.A few minutes later, they were sweating and panting again. Just then, something happened. The noise resounded through the sky, making people think that the sky was about to burst. The whole team stared at the top of the cliff together.Everyone stopped in their tracks, stunned, and their whole bodies went limp with fright. "Damn it!" muttered Henando de Toro. The top of the hill was full of Indian soldiers standing side by side.It is impossible to estimate how many people there are.There were at least two thousand people, Jia Boye guessed, his throat was so tight that he couldn't speak. More than 2,000 warriors roared and yelled, and beat the shields in their hands with the frantic drums.More than two thousand warriors stamped their feet together, shook their axes and clubs, and turned their catapults.More than two thousand warriors lined up on the top of the green mountain, forming a colorful tassel, like a venom ready to kill them. "Damn it!" Henando de Toro cursed again. "Line up, line up!" Su Tuo ordered, already holding the sword in his hand. "Ride!" cried another voice. Over there, they continued to roar, but the neat line had dispersed.The first fighters jumped down the steep slope.Contrary to what Henando de Toro thought, these people managed to run among the stones where no birds lay eggs. "Watch out for the flying rocks! Watch out for the flying rocks!" a voice yelled. Jia Boye realized that it was his own voice.Looking around, everyone panicked.Putting on their padded breastplates again, the soldiers struggled to mount the saddles on a narrow rocky shoulder, drew their swords, tried to remove the helmets from the shields, hung the shield straps over their arms, and Tighten the crossbow and load the small bow and arrow.But it just can't be done. "Muskets!" someone yelled, "Fucking muskets!" Unfortunately, it was useless, and they were impossible to get, because they were firmly tied to the back of a horse behind Su Tuo, and Su Tuo flogged the gelded horse he was riding like a madman.The Indians went on shouting, louder and wilder.The horses were so frightened that they couldn't stand, and they stomped and kicked so hard that it was impossible for people to control them.The soldiers staggered and fell to their knees on the ground, their chests were breathless, and their eyes were bloodshot. "Jump on the horse, you fucking idiot, jump on the horse!" There was a burst of shouting and cursing in the chaos, but Jia Boye couldn't tell who it was. But those who mounted horses were also unable to ride the horses up steep slopes.Because the pile of rocks is full of Indians everywhere, and their skills are as agile as wild animals, which is really frighteningly beautiful.They were so numerous, so dense, and so multicolored, that they looked like a great piece of cloth draped from the top of a mountain. "Watch out for flying rocks! Watch out for flying rocks!" Like everyone else, Jia Boye put the shield on the horse's scruff, and it was a good thing he did.With a loud rush, hundreds of flying stones pelted them, hitting shields, grass, breastplates, thighs, the horse's chest, neck, and cheeks.Dangerous.There were screams and groans throughout the ranks.The horses gasped in fright, fled into the pile of rocks, and rushed straight down the mountain like crazy. "Catch them!" Jia Boye and Hai Nantu de Toro shouted together. From the corner of his eye, Jia Boye saw Su Tuo and Ortis, who took the lead and fought with the Indians. They slashed and killed, sparks sparked from the iron sword and the brass axe. Afterwards, for several long minutes, there was chaos on the battlefield.Waves of hundreds of Indian warriors flocked to them, surrounded them, and continued to kill and shout. Stones, javelins, bows and arrows flew together, wounding horses and soldiers.But they did not dare to fight with bare hands.The Indian soldiers skipped before the foreign regiments surrounded by their irons and the frightened horses, and then, grimacing horribly, took a step forward, swung their maces or axes, cut The belt on the bow and crossbow split the round shield in half, and then retreated to avoid the swishing long sword.Then yell again! "Back up, back up!" Jia Boye pushed Hainan de Toro and said in a low voice. But half the people had no horses to ride.Everyone crowded together on the same narrow mountain road, pushing each other, unable to make effective resistance at all. Suddenly, out of the confusion there was a terrible honking, and then another.Machina's mount fell into a twig-covered hole filled with pointed spears.The spearhead pierced its neck and ribs, and the entire spine was torn into pieces of blood-red flesh.The horse's eyeballs protrude, showing painful death eyes, it is struggling desperately, panting heavily, bleeding profusely.With the assistance of Swatina, Machina escaped from the pothole unscathed and climbed to the road smoothly.It's a pity that they didn't move fast enough, about six Indian warriors had already jumped in front of them.An ax was thrust straight into the infantryman's back, and even the nose was cracked by the blow. The whole face was suddenly bloody and the skull was shattered. As for Machina, he was still lying on the ground, and the three fighters rushed towards him quickly.They shot at the same time and split his head in two.The Spaniards watched dumbfounded as the Indians dragged the dead body to the rubble, then cheered joyfully at the head displayed among the stones. There was a disturbing noise in the air, like the sound of a big black bird fluttering its wings. "Stop!" Anamaya ordered the bearers. Last night, after breaking up with Manco, they returned to Cusco the same way, and followed the path along the ridge to avoid the army of Guapa and Ji Zhizi. The noise went on and on, so violent and terrible that it almost shook the leaves. The captain of the guard turned to Anna Maya and said: "It's the sound of fighting." Everyone listened carefully and clenched their hands into fists.The noise continued. Ana Maya struggled to breathe, her belly was twisted into a ball, heavier than a stone. "There are a lot of people." The officer emphasized. She could imagine it without closing her eyes. She shouldn't have worried about those foreigners getting hurt, but she was not only worried but scared. "They're in Shimak Toho." "That's right," the officer seconded. "Those foreigners must cross the Vilkakonga Pass. That's a good place to ambush, and Ji Zhizi likes that place very much." The noise that had gradually disappeared sounded again, sharper and more ferocious than before.Anna Maya imagined the countless warriors rushing down the pile of rocks. The slope was so steep that even the bearers sometimes had to rely on ropes to climb over. She really didn't want to think of him.However, from the first moment, she kept thinking of Manco's words, and a cold current flowed through her body.Jia Boye is in danger. She felt it, she felt it all over her body.She knew he was in that battle. She tried to regain her composure, but the love for him became heavy and painful, tugging at her waist and gnawing at her chest. The yelling continued to echo in the cold air of the forest and the ridge. Anna Maya was trembling all over, and murmured a prayer almost unconsciously: "Oh, Andy, oh, the Almighty King of another world, oh, the sun father of the ancestors, oh, Holy Mother Kira, please don't hinder that Go on, puma! Oh, who has chosen my one and only king, please do not abandon me on the path you lead. O you who decides the sunrise, oh you who decides the night, do not take him to Hell world, leave me alone in this world!" After struggling hard, she regained her composure, and found that all the people around her, including bearers and soldiers, were staring at her in surprise.But under her gaze, they immediately lowered their heads. Just as the sound of fighting circled the sky, there was a loud noise.Anna Maya knew it was the muskets of the foreigners.Another gunshot woke up all the bearers.Just after the roaring explosion, the soldiers shouted and shouted again, more angry and more powerful. She ordered anxiously: "Turn backwards. Go down the mountain as soon as possible and return to Shimak Toho." How long did they fight?Jia Boye has long been confused.Each other's shadows grew longer and were stained with blood. The fighting continued, the screaming of the Indians continued, and the stones, clubs, and bows never stopped.There was blood on the horse's back.They had only traveled half a mile before they were shot at short range by unloaded crossbows, sometimes two Indians at a time.But the Inca warriors not only did not flinch, but were even braver.They understood the characteristics of this weapon and knew that it took time to draw the bow, so they rushed towards the knights who had fallen off their horses. After riding his horse over the hole full of spears, Jia Boye let go of the horse and slapped its buttocks heavily.The horse jumped in anger, snapping and snapping as it ran, and darted out of a passage alone to the top of the slope.Right next to Jia Boye, a group of Indians were pulling a horse's tail desperately, trying to drag the knight off the horse.Jia Boye roared angrily, rushed forward and slashed with all his strength, one arm and the horse's tail were cut off in response.The wounded Indian fell backwards, screaming in pain.Jia Boye clearly saw the startled eyes of the other party.He crossed his dagger and sword to parry the axe, then kicked his attacker in the stomach and sent him off the cliff. Henando de Toro shouted from a height: "Su Tuo is on top! He climbed up!" He wanted to say more, but a group of Indians attacked him, forcing him to raise his guard. Jia Boye and he made another passage beside the pit full of spears, so that the people who came later could pass through smoothly.They dodged left and right, their breathing becoming more and more rapid, and they worked together to repel the attacks of mace and axes, but they could not fight back. Henando de Toro let out a cry of pain.Jia Boye saw him staggering, and a javelin pierced his buttocks.Holding the long sword in his hand, he swung it in the air, and rushed towards Hai Nantuo quickly, giving his companion time to pull the javelin out of his flesh. "Go up," Jia Boye yelled, "Go up, I'll cover you!" His voice was drowned out by a burst of gunfire.A total of two bullets were fired. But those shot were only a few Indians about ten paces away from Suto.There are still hundreds of people around the entire cliff, so many that they are so crowded that you push each other and trample on each other. It was as if gunpowder had driven them mad. The second half of the whole team moved forward slowly step by step.The horses at the end were exhausted.Hainantuan de Toro grabbed rocks and bushes, crawled up on his stomach, while Jia Boye stood on the right side of the hill, keeping a considerable distance from the Indian warriors, and tried hard to attack their arms and chests.He heard blood humming in his temples, and his vision gradually blurred.He began to feel that the long sword in his hand became extremely heavy, and every time he attacked, the number of misses was more than that of hits.An unknown fatigue seized him, as if he too was crawling on the ground on all fours.The stench of fear and blood nearly choked him.At this moment, he just noticed that a certain Indian jumped on the body of Hainan de Toro with his feet close together. The fight lasted very short.With the last of his strength, Toro shot out the dagger, and at the same time, a star-shaped mace pierced his cheek, smashing his jaw.Hainan de Toro stared wide-eyed, watching the Indian warrior raise the weapon in his hand, and swung a fatal blow to his forehead. Without thinking about it, Jia Boye immediately turned around, bent forward and rushed forward.Under the assassination of the flat blade, a large amount of blood spilled into the air.The neck of the Indian warrior was cut off by the blade.But because of too much force, the long sword fell from his hand. Strangely, he was not afraid anymore.Time seemed to slow down. He was so exhausted, he hated the smell of blood to death. He stood up slowly, dagger in hand.Amidst the chaotic sounds of killing, he vaguely saw the eyes of the soldiers of the Sifang Empire.Those faces were no longer docile as in the massacres in Cajamar or Hadang Sosa, but a group of warriors who had regained their lost pride. As if from far away, he heard Su Tuo calling him loudly.But a stone thrown from the catapult ran faster than Su Tuo's voice. He vaguely heard the dull sound of stones hitting his helmet, and then fell unconscious. It was almost dark when Annamaya's sedan chair saw the mountains of Himak Toho in the distance. On the top of the Velcaconga cliffs there was still the sound of fighting, and the sound of drums and drums.Wounded soldiers tumbled to the river.Some of them were so badly wounded, with severed arms and bruises all over their chests and backs, that they passed out on the bank and died when they fell into the icy river. At Anna Maya's request, the captain of the guard sent two soldiers to monitor the battle situation.When these two people knelt in front of the sedan chair, even though it was dark, Anna Maya could still see the seriousness of the matter from their expressions. "Say!" she ordered decisively. "Two thousand of General Ji Zhizi's subordinates, under the command of Gu Yapa, were on the top of the mountain preparing to capture those foreigners. They deliberately waited for the other party to climb to the top of the mountain, exhausted and unable to fight back as quickly as usual. Let's do it." The two soldiers stopped talking, with their eyes downcast and their backs bent.Anna Maya guessed they hadn't said the most important part. "continue." "Five foreigners were killed, Kamakenkeya, and countless were injured. Even the two largest llamas were murdered." She had to cover up a little so that no one could see her uneasiness. She hesitated for a moment before asking: "What now?" "The foreigners are still on the top of the hill. They have found a shelter and settled their horses. Guapa's men will not continue the pursuit. But tomorrow at dawn, the chiefs will order the firing of incendiary arrows , mainly to scare off the opponent's horse." The loud drums and songs of the night battle have already sounded from the cliff.Ana Maya thought about Gujapa for a moment.He must be there, full of rage and mad murderous thoughts, bent on finishing the fight and killing all the foreigners.He must have wanted to obstruct the other party's sleep, so that they would not have a peaceful night, and then when the day came, he went to kill Jia Boye and his companions as if playing a game. She and the captain of the guard exchanged glances.She read the contradiction in the other party's heart and easily guessed the reason.Because this is the first time that the fighters of the Four Square Empire have slaughtered foreigners, and the first time they have gained the upper hand in a real war.He must be overjoyed, but he dared not express it in front of her. She stepped off the sedan chair, waved her hand, and asked the young officer to come aside.Just at the foot of the mountain, between Shimak Toho and the river, lights appeared, and some farmers could be seen bringing food to the wounded soldiers, who continued to pour out in groups from all directions.Many of them in particular appear to have broken arms or legs and stumbled among the rubble. "Officer," said Ana Maya, "you know that I have spoken to the one and only King, Manco." With just this reminder, the officer immediately bowed his head and said: "I know, Kamakenkea." "He wants peace throughout the country, and wants to make peace with foreigners. Those who make war on the hilltops are against his will." The officer did not speak. "The only king expects us to help those foreigners to get to Cusco, where he wants to meet them and show them his strength," she said clearly. "We'll even have to fight those traitors if necessary! There's only one king, and everyone must obey him. Do you understand me, officer?" After the officer remained silent for a while, he slowly stood up. "Understood, Kamakenkea. I will do as you order." "Thank you, I will always remember this incident." There was a slight sadness in the officer's eyes. "It is said that there is a foreign cavalry team not far from the mountain road on the other side of the Ablimak Valley." He whispered. Anna Maya had to force herself to be calm so as not to show an ecstatic expression. "Then send for them!" she ordered. "Tell them to cross the river as soon as possible! They must be here before dawn." After Jia Boye regained consciousness, he knew that it was really dark.He felt a splitting headache, and a drizzle hit his face gently. "It was too much! It was too much!" Su Tuo muttered as he stood up, the blood on his hands was still wet. Jia Boye could only feel the crowd around him out of thin air, but couldn't really see them clearly.Even Su Tuo's face was covered with shaky shadows. "Don't move, old friend Jia Boye," said Su Tuo again, his voice hoarse due to excessive shouting. "Someone will take care of you, and we will leave here together soon." Jia Boye was dubious.He really wanted to smile and talk to Su Tuo, at least he should know the number of casualties and whether Su Tuo could still lead these seriously injured officers and soldiers to break out of the encirclement and rescue his comrades in distress.Except for him, because he felt that he was hopeless.He could accept such a thought, and he wasn't afraid at all.No, on the contrary, the thought of death calmed him down. But he didn't even hum, or just cursed in such a low voice that he couldn't even hear himself.Also, strangely enough, his head didn't hurt anymore, but his left arm hurt like a knife. He didn't remember much after Henando de Toro was killed.He just remembered that when he came out of the coma, some Indians were about to attack him, but luckily someone dragged him from the top of the cliff.Unfortunately, his arm got stuck in the rock and almost broke. However, he clearly knew that although his arm hurt, his brain was dead.He was bleeding profusely, and there was a sticky film of blood on his face.Someone took a dead horse's waistcoat and bandaged his head.It's a pity that all brain functions can no longer function normally. He can't move, see clearly, hear or speak. He knew very well that it was getting dark, but he didn't know whether the coming of night also meant the beginning of a dark period in his own life. He wondered if the war was over. He wondered to himself whether the Indians kept on shouting. He believed he heard some cries again, like trumpets.He thought that maybe he had stepped into the forbidden area of ​​death, and asked himself whether it was the trumpet that God blew for him.He felt like a ship, thin and light, drifting with the tide.But the sound of the horn pierced the sky and was deafening.At this moment, he has only one thought: try to stay away from darkness and death. After that, he felt light, his whole body was weak, and he fell into a coma again.