Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

From dawn the Spaniards had been ordered to erect a wooden beam in the center of the town square.This time there was no need to flog the Indian slaves, they all took the initiative to send up the wages required for the execution of the burning. Almost all of them harbored a grudge against Charguzma, whom they believed to be responsible for the killings by the northern army.They have long been interested in this show.The work of moving firewood has become a breeze, even while stacking firewood and straw, secretly joking.They looked at the sky, worried that it would rain heavily, and put out the fire.

However, the sky was clear and cloudless. Several leading Spanish generals, including Suto, Almagro, Juan, and Gonzalo, surround Francisco Pizarro in a back room lit only by a single torch .This place is said to be the royal palace of a certain ancestor—but as far as they could see, it was just a miserable and dark hut, each room in the house was carved with shrines, and the treasures inside had long since disappeared, and only an old woman was left to guard her. Shivering all over. "What did Manco Inca say?" Suto asked. "He agreed, he asked us," said Almagro affirmatively.

The governor nodded, agreeing with the one-eyed man. "We have enough evidence, if anyone asks: the heralds at his beck and call, the jewels he used to open the transmission channels, and the slender cords they used..." "Jip." Jia Boye said. The governor eyed him.Gonzalo and Juan looked at him, then giggled. "Jeep, jeep," Gonzalo sang. "It was said by a friend of the Inca king, everyone must listen carefully." The governor raised Kong Wu's strong hand and pointed to his two younger brothers. "It's Gip, call it what he likes, brothers. We also know that the Charlgouches have revealed to them that our horses are invulnerable, as are we, so most of their legions are Before they saw us, they said we were gods... If Xia Leguzima hadn't rebelled, Henando de Toro and a few others should still be with us."

"But what about Manco?" Su Tuo continued to ask. "He hated him from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't ask us to burn him just out of face. Besides, we had no choice..." The Doge's tone was firm and unhesitating, and the topic revolved around Atahualpa's death, and occasionally, after nightfall, when he prayed before the Virgin, he also regretted it.Without even looking back at Jia Boye, he said to Brother Wei Shengde: "Try to convert him to our religion, but don't spend too much time on it!" "but……" "Quick! I repeat, even if he confesses our God, I'm going to burn him. See what he's done to us, Brother Wisdom, I'll never give this dog a chance to beg for mercy. And I know They believed that being burned alive was the worst end in life...I want them to know that it was our own hands that made him suffer."

Bartolomeo disappeared, as if helpless at what was about to happen this morning.In Hardang Sosha, when he pushed him towards Anna Maya, Jia Boye never felt that the friendship between the two fit so well.His sympathy for him was vaguely mingled with awe. "Come on, gentlemen," said the Governor, "the treasure of Cuzco is only a short fire away. I feel that you are eager to fulfill your duties as Spaniards and Catholics." There was a mournful joy in the Governor's tone, the cruel irony of which kept them from laughing aloud. "Since he knows them well," Jia Boye thought, "since he encourages them to be greedy and despises them..." Almagro, Suto, Juan, Gonzalo and others followed him out of the house— — This is the only big house built of stones in the city, where he camped last night.

During the waiting period, the Indian crowd slowly gathered in the square. The Spaniards didn't need to take out their long swords to clear the way. A road leading directly to the front of Wu Xunu was formed naturally. Just after they reached the steps of the pyramid, they turned around and saw the general in handcuffs coming forward.The governor did not allow him to take a sedan chair, and he wanted all the Indians—whether they were the northern Incas or the Cuscos, whether they were friends or foes—to witness the tragedy of the general and the consequences of the foreigners' revenge on him.

He walked extremely slowly, his whole body curled up in pain, and anyone would groan for him from the bottom of his heart.He stretched his hands forward, exposing his burned muscles, and not even the most potent herbal decoction could heal or lighten his wounds. His expression was still serious, and there was eternal pride in his eyes.His lips were pursed in a straight line, showing a firm will. Schaleguzma faced the god of death who stretched out his hand to him with a state of refusal. The governor didn't say a word to him, didn't even look at him; and he ignored them as if they didn't exist.

He had to be carried up the steps by someone to the stake for burning, and he was tied tightly to it so as not to slip due to exhaustion. Then only Brother Wei Shengde stepped up the steps and said something about God, hell and heaven in a low voice.Charles Guzima only gave Filipino a short time to translate. "I curse you, I despise you, you and your religion, I do not believe in your foreign gods, and I will never believe in your gods." His loud voice is inversely proportional to his frail body. "Forget it, Brother Wei Shengde," the governor shouted, "let's deal with him!"

When the torches were stretched out to the pyre, and several freshly lit flames climbed up the general's legs and chest, he shouted again: "Burn me! You have already burned me anyway, but you can't kill me! You can't kill our gods, Viracocha, who created all things, and Wanakori, you can't kill me like you burned Andy Burned!" He was almost completely lost behind the crackling smoke, but his voice seemed to transcend the flesh, disembodied, and shouted in the air: "Ji Zhizi! Guapa! All the Inca generals, captains and soldiers! Come and avenge me, kill all these traitors, come and kill these corrupt and greedy foreigners!"

Under the orders of the governor, the slaves continued to add firewood, and the flames shot up into the sky.Because of the strong wind, the voice of the rebellious general was finally swallowed up by the fire and could no longer be heard. Thousands of Indians had this fire in their excited silent eyes.Unlike the scene of Atahualpa's death, there were no cheers, whimpers or groans at the scene-only surprised, sudden death-like eyes, watching this terrible battle between heaven and man. When the charcoal fire had weakened and the flames began to die, there was a final cry from the firewood, like a stone from a catapult, across the sky and into everyone's heart.

"No!" After the last echo of resistance disappeared, the pillar of fire suddenly collapsed; there were still a few small flames left on the calf of the scorched corpse, but what was surprising was that his eyes were still open. The executioners, the silent spectators, the city and the surrounding mountains are all staring at a point in the distance. distance. At the moment the Inca general passed away, the sky suddenly turned overcast and it began to rain. After that, it rained intermittently.A cold rain soaked through breastplate and boots, chilling to the bone.In the gray sky, dark clouds continued to accumulate, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The grassland was muddy, and the Incas built a path through it, and installed guardrails on both sides.The large group of people drove about a kilometer and came to the last steep slope before the mountain pass overlooking Cusco. Rumors of an attack or burning of the mountain spread like wildfire among the Incas and Spaniards—with the names Jizhizi and Guapa on everyone's lips.Even the porters and the battle-hardened knights were terrified by the fear, and these knights could no longer bear the bulk of their clothes, and even the horses that had been saddled the night before seemed restless. Manco's shoulders were at the forefront of the line.The strange thing is that the sedan chair was left to him by Charguccima, but there is no trace of any mark that once belonged to the Inca general.At the bottom of the sedan chair was a piece of yellow cloth—the same golden cape that the Spaniards wear—and the cloth waved like a royal pennant in the cold wind. The Pizarro brothers and several important captains followed.Jia Boye rode beside Mr. Francisco, and he looked at the surrounding mountains absently, searching for traces of the enemy. "I think you're morose, boy," said the Governor suddenly. This is not an inquiry, but an observation. "Is it because of that girl? What do they call her? Keya?" "Kamaken Keya." "Pretty girl, really... I understand, boy!" The Governor paused for a while, Jia Boye was once again flattered by the intuition of this man who didn't change his face in the face of human misery, he had the ability to deeply perceive the inner feelings of others in an instant. "Yes, I understand. So I'm not going to say to you like I do to other teammates: If you can't get this, find someone else." Jia Boye's whole body was stiff. "Take it easy, Jiaboye," Mr. Francesco said softly while looking at him, "women are women after all, we are not here for women." With a glance in his eyes, he looked at Manco's sedan chair walking in front, a few steps away from them. "You heard it as well as I did: the one before was going to marry her. I don't know why, because I always thought she was married to the sun, the moon, or the vulture . . . but now he claims so. And the claimant is a friend of ours. You know what I mean?" Jia Boye nodded.Unfortunately, he knew Mr. Francesco too well, and he always liked to show off his cleverness. "I need him. We need him. This is a rebel, and a rebel who has suffered. We must stop the war and learn the strength of this country, so we must be friends with this one... as long as possible. You must understand, right?" The mountain road gradually rises, and the spacious stairs lead to the mountain pass.The rain had stopped, but the dark clouds were still hovering in the sky.Although they are used to the climate at high latitudes, they still feel shortness of breath with every step up. "I don't know if I understand, Mr. Francisco," Jia Boye finally complained. "You touched on a subject that I'm not sure I can take." "Pride is at work again, of course!" said Mr. Francesco with a wicked smile. "I owe her a life-saving grace, don't forget. This second life of mine, although it will surprise you if I say it, I don't think it's pride, but love..." The governor raised his pointed beard and pointed at him, saying like a cannonball: "That's not it, Jaberye Mendeluca y Flores. It's not her, and it's not you. It's me. Don't forget your promise to me and the favor you owe me. Don't forget that I will Watch with mercy as you destroy everything I have built in this country!" Jia Boye didn't respond, his injured shoulder suddenly felt sore, he kicked hard, and strode away on the reddish-brown horse.He was burning with rage.He had never been so ferocious. He drove the horse all the way, passed through the team, attracted the attention of the crowd, and rushed straight to the mountain pass. When he reached the mountain pass, his heart was beating fast and his eyes were covered with heat, he jumped off his horse, took off his helmet, and threw it on the ground.So when he looked at the spinning hat, he saw the valley by accident. Shocked, he thought he saw a new world. He first noticed that the sky was azure blue, almost transparent. He found that all the landscapes lay in the embrace of peaceful mountains.In the distance, there is a towering mountain covered with snow. He saw that the cultivated fields were weaving in the magnificent river valley, and the terraced fields were neatly arranged. Then he saw it, the city. According to Meng Ge and Bai Ainuo's description, he thought he would see a large pile of gold.However, the sun is too late for the warm and humid earth, so the whole city looks like a big ship made of gold and silver, wandering in the heart of the valley. Under the light, the walls of temples, palaces and houses all shone with charming iridescence, and the sun shuttled through them, creating a rare treasure in the sky—a colorful treasure that makes people want to reach out and touch it.He also saw two green rivers flowing through the city at the end of the valley. His heart was so happy that he really wanted to clap and cheer.He didn't even hear the few people at the front of the line following up one by one, admiring the beautiful scenery just like him. "The great city of Cusco, I salute you! Now, you finally see it!" A gentle voice came from his ear. He didn't look back, but he felt a warm breath against his neck, softer than the still cool mountain wind. "Do you know what people call this city?" He shook his head. "The City of the American Lion," said Ana Maya, "a city that was born for the American Lion—a city where you and I must find our way to the future." Under the bright sun, in the embrace of the breeze, these sweet words gave Jia Boye a kind of promise, driving away doubts, mysteries and fears in his heart.