Chapter 46 Chapter Forty-Five

At dawn, they began to wait. Everyone was extremely panicked, but no one dared to speak out.The blood stains on the bronze ax are not yet dry!That was a terrible price paid by those who were held back by fear when faced with foreign horses. Under the thick beard that covers the whole face, under the airtight stinky skin bag covering the whole body, behind the disgusting dirt, what is their true face?No, of course they are not gods, they are not very human, and even uglier than animals... Why do their voices always sound as sweet as milk at first, and then as fierce as stones on a catapult?What exactly are they trying to do?

No one dared to ask these questions at all, because they might lose their lives.So these problems can only be hidden and poisoned in the blood of servants and officials, even paralyzing the cowards or frightening the brave soldiers on the front line-when they put on plaid jackets and gold and silver breastplates, After the first few laughs, it will be remembered as a day to toast to in the future. Gujapa looked at them with disdain, but unfortunately, the boiling anger in his heart could not be vented. At dawn, they began to wait. Anamaya opened her eyes and her heart was pounding. She hadn't slept all night and was aching all over.Last night, the voice of the child who spoke to her came back to her mind like an old dream, and she couldn't tell whether it was real or not.For a long time, she thought she knew, but now she is at a loss...

She starts to get scared. Not afraid of Andi Panla and her threats, but a deeper and painful fear. I am afraid that the sun will fall from now on and never rise to the sky.Fear of the new world announcing its coming with a crash. Afraid of the child's words, afraid of the truth of the secrets in them—take care of my son, who you once turned into a serpent, for he is the last knot of the age.Apparently, this one was Atahualpa.How could he forget the day when she asked him to imagine himself as a snake in order to help him escape Huascar's army?Please take care of my other son, the one you saved from a viper...

She was also afraid of the black-eyed and blond-haired foreigner, who spoke a language she could not understand, but which her eyes and body understood as if they had been waiting for him. At dawn, they began to wait. The only king ends his fast. After waking up, he sent someone to bring food and wine, and then he listened to the noise in the camp while eating, and everyone was busy packing their luggage, preparing to accompany him to meet the foreigners waiting for him in Cajamar. Sikanshara, Guyappa, and all the generals came to his hammock to greet him and assure him that everything was ready for what they called a "hunt."

"Those foreigners will never escape, the only king. They are all trapped within the walls of the Temple Square, just like your brother Huascar was trapped in the sea of ​​​​fire. They will never find a way out, not only them, but also The same goes for the traitors who were with them." "What are they doing now?" "Nothing. They're hiding in a building by the side of the square, and you can tell they're full of fear." The one and only king again asked for wine to be brought to him and to the great princes.He said: "Go without a weapon." Finding Guapa startled, he repeated:

"When you go, you are not allowed to bring any weapons except hunting tools." The eldest princes nodded.Looking past the pool and the rushes beside the Inca palace, their eyes all fell on the walls of Cajamar.All, drinking chicha, laughing at each other's haughty fellows, not knowing that they are about to fall into the enemy's net foolishly like some frightened deer in hunting season! At dawn, they began to wait. In the largest hall of the palace, they watched intently the Mass held for them by Friar Weissand Vallevides.They cuddled together, hoping to forget the cold and the fear; they slept only a little that night, and they all chanted long-forgotten scriptures in unison.

When they heard Brother Wei Shengde silently recite "God, the Virgin Mary...", they all turned their eyes to Pizarro, who looked up at the sky with confidence and excitement in his eyes.For the first time, none of them dared to joke about it. But despite everyone's devout prayers, the shit couldn't help but be scared. At dawn, they began to wait. On the Pyramid of Wuxunu, Bedo the Greek laid out all the artillery brought by the Spaniards, a total of three light cannons, plus another fort placed on it the night before.At daybreak, they also brought out six muskets, and took out the gunpowder that had been wet by the rain last night, and prepared to let the sun dry.

In front of the pyramid and around the square, Mr. Francisco personally arranged every move of every cavalry and infantry in the house.Now, just waiting for the visit of the Inca king, Jia Boye sat on the parapet beside the high platform of the pyramid. After dawn, he tried to recall the face of the blue-eyed girl.He preferred to imagine them happily preparing to go down a path of lights and shadows to meet each other.Imagine them walking toward each other with a smile on a serene afternoon—he just had to hold her in his arm, and walk together lovingly. But the air against his shaven cheeks was damp and cold.A pair of lifeless and stinging eyes stared at the bustling crowd in the Inca camp.The cooking smoke that had been hoarded under the clouds had completely dissipated at this time.Saibatian and Beido came and sat beside him, he muttered to himself:

"I saw a star fall from heaven to the earth, and I gave him the key to the cave of the abyss. When he opened the cave of the abyss, smoke rose from the cave like smoke from a great furnace, and the sun and the sky were The cave was dimmed with smoke..." "What are you reading?" the Greek grumbled mockingly. "Nothing, an old story! Words from the Bible." "Keep listening to yourself!" the Greek muttered. "When it comes to the Bible, Brother Wei Shengde has said enough. As for the hell-fire furnace in the Bible, we have already experienced it."

"Hey, look!" Saiba Tian pointed to the palace of the Inca king, "They are leaving! Look quickly, they are coming!" No matter men, women, young or old, everyone is busy around.In a hurry, they gathered the soft and bundled the freshly cut firewood.Servants took down large pieces of dried alpaca and skinless duck hanging from the beams of the tent, and little boys squeezed between the dressed soldiers and princes, helping them put on golden breastplates and fasten them. Nice shiny armor with feathers. After that all the teams took their positions.From dozens of people to hundreds of people, hundreds of people to thousands of people, tens of thousands of people.The sun finally pierced through the clouds and shone on every face. The dust was flying on the trampled grassland, and it seemed that such a huge army could not be accommodated at all.

Finally, a low-pitched trumpet sounded, demanding that all the troops gathered in the houses around the bathing pool line up neatly. At this time, the big sedan chair of the only king was also carried into the inner courtyard. A total of eighty people, all dressed in blue, proudly carried the heavy golden sedan chair carried by the Inca king on their shoulders.Behind them were two palanquins carrying the governor of the provinces and the chief of Cajamar, and finally two hammock chairs carrying some of Atahualpa's uncles, who also served as advisors. However, Anna Maya seemed to turn a blind eye to everything in front of her and feel nothing. This morning her eyeballs were nearly as red as the Sovereign's, and her face had never been paler, her cheeks sunken and her lips bloodless.The ashes of the coca leaves made her eyelids sore, and the bitter taste of chicha still lingered in her mouth. The child's words were still lingering in her mind, like a gust of wind, blowing her away.Although he spoke with affirmation, she was still too scared to understand. From dawn Annamaya had tossed and tossed, wondering if she should tell the one and only king that his father had at last come to her and spoke to her in the voice of a child.How to tell him that he is the last knot at this stage?On the eve of his fantasy that he can hunt those foreigners like hunting wild alpacas, how to tell him that perhaps today will be the end of the present and the beginning of the next century of the Four Square Empire? And how to tell him that the foreigner she had served him with chicha was as haunting to her as the voice of the child from the underworld? How was she supposed to tell him that despite how ashamed she felt, she just couldn't stop thinking about him?Yes, fearful as she was, she knew today that she would get a promise she would never forget. But what kind of mood should I welcome the prophecy that the child's voice in the underworld told her that it will end today? When the only king boarded the sedan chair, she also retracted and sat in the sedan chair.The sedan body swayed regularly and moved forward slowly. At this moment, she finally decided not to speak anymore and kept the secret alone. In a blink of an eye, she saw Guapa walking beside her, and Anti Panla joined the ranks of concubines.Both of them cleverly turned their eyes away to avoid looking at her. Sai Batian turned to face Jia Boye. "Did you hear that?" he asked. The sound of the emperor's tour from afar was horrifying, as if the whole town were holding a mourning ceremony for the dead.It was a wailing from the center of the earth, human voices and low horns blending into a monotonous note, singing endlessly, making people sad. "However," Jia Boye said in a low voice, "they are dancing." "I'd rather they stop quickly." Jia Boye turned around and looked at the black man's face. Usually he always had a narrow smile on his face, but now he was expressionless. "Aren't you freaking out like everyone else?" Sai Batian showed his white and neat teeth. "Never, my lord. When your boots are stained with the excrement of other people's frightened shit, you can still hear me laughing in all corners of this country that does not lay eggs. " But the laughter only stopped on his lips after all. Pizarro climbed the pyramid with several generals and wanted to know the current situation for himself. They stretched out their hands to block the sudden mist and mist, and the sunlight penetrating down from the clouds made people almost suffocating with heat. The crowd on the grassland began to move into the city.At the front of the line, hundreds of shadows in red and white plaid robes can be seen faintly. They are cleaning the street. This is the second time this morning.The whole road was dusty, like smoke that had been blown away by a mischievous breeze. Under the dust, the gold armor that covered the breasts of the soldiers, the gold bracelets on the wrists of the courtiers, and the gold ornaments on the foreheads, the gold javelins, the gold axes, the gold maces, the gold crowns of the ladies all shone, and The golden palanquin on which the Inca king rode... Because the entire procession was moving very slowly, it looked like a huge butterfly spreading its wings under the scorching afternoon sun from a distance, with a pair of brightly colored wings extending along the sides of the imperial sedan chair.Inca King Atahualpa's soldiers totaled tens of thousands, occupying the entire grassland from north to south.They took the same slow pace as the eighty bearers, and walked firmly towards the city wall at a uniform speed. Jia Boye held his breath and focused on the terrifying beauty in front of him. Then Bedo cried out: "They carry weapons!" They were terrified.But Mr. Enando and Captain Suto definitely believed that the golden or even silver things shining on their chests were not armor, but decorations. As soon as Mr. Francisco had given his order, the Greek Bedo, who was standing on the fort, screamed: "They stopped! My lord, they don't go any further. Even the king's litter is let down, and it looks as if they're going to start camp." "Damn it!" said Pizarro. It was the first time they had heard him swear. They pitched a tent for the shade of the one king.They set things up as they would a hunting trip, and he asked for some sacrificial chicha to thank his Father Sun for this delightful game. He drank the wine slowly, and every time he finished a glass, the priest beside him poured some chicha wine on the ground, and the wine was immediately sucked up by the ground. Throughout the long afternoon, Anna Maya felt that the situation was very strange. Several intelligence agents who were sent to the foreigner area to inquire about the news reported with a smile that those bearded guys and their beasts were hiding in the houses around the square like frightened Indian wild boars. Just for fun, the only king asked the other party to send a foreigner to come and see him.Anna Maya began to expect that the foreigner with the golden beard would come. "Who wants to go alone?" All the interpreters were terrified and refused to go to the Inca camp. They were more disturbed than all the people present.Pizarro's charcoal-black eyes slid over everyone, and the soldiers tried their best to avoid his gaze. "I don't want him parked halfway. Gotta get him here somehow. If we don't get him tonight, we're dead. So, who would?" The atmosphere boiled all of a sudden, everyone was panicked, and their will was very low.Why is the sky so dark, why is the mountain so high, why is the atmosphere so scary... "Me." Jia Boye said. "Can you speak their language?" "I'll go with him." It was Yaldana who spoke, who was also of the tribe of Astemadura.He had a cleft upper lip, and he was rarely heard to speak Spanish, and he had spent hours learning the vulgar Indian language with interpreters, chiefs, and even Sikanshala himself. Pizarro turned to look at Jia Boye. "Why would you want to go?" "Because of Mr. Francesco." Pizarro's dark eyes could see through his mind at a glance. "Take care, little brother." When Jia Boye and Yaldana rode through the main square under the terrified eyes of their companions, the word "little brother" suddenly came to his mind. He heard Mr. Anando's contemptuous sneer from the mist: "Two dead bodies..." But he was smiling, a serene smile that no one could understand, because he wanted to face this most amazing fate happily. The foreigner that Anna Maya saw first was short and thin, with a thick beard and a prominent harelip.Then she saw him, and it was him.With a quick glance, she saw his handsome and well-proportioned figure, his noble and gentle eyes, and his curved neck without a trace of stubble... So she quickly closed her eyes so as not to fall to the ground.When she opened her eyes again, she forced herself to look down at the ground. "Mr. Governor hopes to have dinner with you," the foreigner said clumsily while bowing and hesitating. "He said he would see you or leave, and he respected you very much. He hopes to live in peace with you..." She heard Atahualpa answer loudly: "Go back to your people. Tell them I will arrive before midnight, unarmed. Why should I be armed? I am standing in my own land..." His laughter echoed in the air. "That blond guy," continued Atahualpa, contemptuously, "he was so frightened last night that the beard disappeared from his face. What is he doing now? Does he always follow other people?" Behind the ass, he stood by as a dumb guard while you chatted with each other?" Anna Maya felt her face was cold. She felt that the words of the only king were intended for her purposely. She felt that a strong hand was pressing towards her, ready to take out her heart. "You don't understand what I'm saying," Atahualpa raged, "but from your eyes, I know you're scared. Don't worry, no one is going to hurt you right now!" Anna Maya finally looked up.The Sole King stood up, took a step forward, and bent over the fair-haired man, trying to snatch the silver staff from his hand.However, the foreigner insisted on not letting go, and moved aside sensitively.She felt that all the people present were terrified, but at this moment, Atahualpa gently withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, with an expression of indifference. The game loses interest. Amid the ridicule of the crowd, the smaller foreigner turned sideways to the city.But the blond one was unmoved, standing straight in front of the Inca king, and he said a few words in a firm voice that was almost gentle. He looked at her afterward with a smile on his face. When he turned away silently like a visitor, she knew that without this warm smile that warmed her heart, she would not know how to survive. Jia Boye's feet trembled. "I thought we could never go back again," said Yaldana in a miserable voice. He was about to reply, "Me too, I thought I'd never go back." But in the end he kept silent. He knew he thought so the whole time.There, in front of a group of strangers who wanted to kill him, she was there. He murmured these few words, but he didn't say them out, hiding them in his heart like he was keeping a secret. I love her. He repeatedly said to the cloud, the wind, and the mountain god: I love her!Everything in the world is glad to hear him say that, except man. "Tonight we will annihilate them in one fell swoop." Atahualpa said vaguely. The one and only king drank too much chicha.His movements were as slow and heavy as his voice, and his eyes were not as bright as usual.Due to taking too many hot spring baths during the fasting period, and drinking countless bottles of beer worshiping the gods since morning, he seemed to have become dull.However, the more drunk he was, the louder he laughed, his face and the corners of his mouth were full of exhaustion and endless sorrow. Anna Maya felt a sore nose, and suddenly felt pity for the only king. She really wanted to run to his feet, but her hands turned away and tightly wrapped her arms. She was startled when she turned around, and Guapa was standing beside him with an expression that was both angry and serious. "I saw it." He said softly. "I do not understand." "I saw it," he repeated. "I don't have to explain. Do you remember what I told you last night?" Anna Maya couldn't help blushing, eyes downcast. "I'm going now to the Royal Mile to find Huminavi," continued Guyappa, "the one and only King who seems to think things are simple, but it's just an appearance. You'll be walking through the Cajamar Road in a little while. , enter Temple Square. The foreigners will run for their lives in terror while we wait. We will wipe out this race so that they will never try to do anything wrong here or anywhere else. Take care, Kamakenkoya! Please take care. I hope your blue eyes don't tell those foreigners secrets they shouldn't know." "Some held bows and arrows, while others held five-foot javelins with sharp points inlaid with iron." "We already know," Pizarro said. "They hid their weapons and breastplates under their coats," added Aradana. "What's it like?" "Probably some catapults, maces, or something." Pizarro snorted and waved his hand to express his indifference. "Is their king coming? That's all I care about." "He told me he would come," said Yaldana hesitantly. For the sake of safety, the governor ordered again: bells were fastened to the saddles, and the horses and knights stayed in the houses around the square.The infantry took refuge in other buildings in batches, so that they could attack at any time, attacking the opponent from all sides, each of them had to wear a cotton corset and hold his weapon tightly. "Especially," he yelled, so that everyone could hear him clearly, "the Inca king must be captured alive. No trace shall be left in the square, and they must enter the square unsuspecting. I Don't even want to see a single sentinel lingering in the square. As for those of you standing on the pyramid, hide behind the parapet. Once they are here, no one is allowed to fire or shoot arrows without my order. My code is 'God Saint Jacob'..." There is only a city gate with the width of a sedan chair on the passage from the hot spring path to the square.The procession of the Inca king continued to advance slowly.The servants walked at the head of the procession, followed by the officials carrying the Inca king's palanquin, the other two palanquins carrying the chief, and finally the hammock chairs for the concubines. The warriors stayed outside the city gate, armed with javelins, halberds and axes. After the team entered the square, the sound of drums and horns played non-stop along the way stopped abruptly. The only king waved his arms, and with this movement, all talking and whispering, even the wind stopped. There was not a single foreigner in the square. "Where did they all go?" Atahualpa asked. We are not afraid.The blond foreigner must have said so, she was sure.From the very beginning, Ana Maya wanted to go to the litter and tell the Inca king that what Sikanshala had said was a lie.But there was a large crowd of people in the middle, and it was impossible to walk through. She opened her mouth to call out, but the cry was immediately drowned out by the singing that sounded again. "You should," said Pizarro, in a small but clear voice, "imagining your heart as a castle, because there is no other way..." Here, in this palace, he repeated verbatim what he had just said in each of the houses on the side of the square, where the people stood next to each other, cavalry and infantry shoulder to shoulder, or Laughing nervously or keeping silent, all of them stared blankly, inexplicably thinking of the Spanish land where they grew up. "Only God can save you. Who said that he always generously saves those who serve him in the most critical time? You can surely find the courage you need from him: God will fight by your side!" Some had tears in their eyes, but there were clenched fists under the gloves. "Please take care," his tone was calm and peaceful even though the time to fight the enemy bravely had come. "You, the cavalry regiment, cut out a passage from the right side of the sedan chair, watch the horses tightly, and don't knock down your own people. I, follow the infantry regiment, hoping to be the first to catch the Inca king." Jia Boye no longer looked at the governor with hypnotic eyes.From one window he watched the glittering procession parked in the square, the Inca palanquin floating in a sea of ​​people.They continued to sing songs that seemed to be sent from the depths of the earth. "Where is she?" he thought, "I wish I could hug her and take her out of here..." "Little brother?" It was the governor's solemn voice. "Mr. Francesco?" "Now is not the time to dream." Jia Boye put one hand on the hilt of the sword and frantically grabbed the sword. "I am not dreaming, Monsieur Francisco." "Don't get too far away from me." The governor's voice was small and fast, and Jia Boye was not sure what he heard.But he couldn't lie to himself: his heart beat faster and he was proud. "Where are they?" Atahualpa asked repeatedly as the troops filed into the square. Sikanshara walked towards him with her head down. "They all hid in Jialang's house, my lord, they were frightened to death before you ordered them to be killed." "Call them all out!" Atahualpa repeated. "Now!" Pizarro said to Brother Wei Shengde. Philip Bilo glanced at Jia Boye in fear.He had no choice but to follow the Dominican monk who was holding a cross and a Bible.He added the belt embroidered with golden star patterns to the outside of the lavender robe, looked straight ahead, and kept silently chanting a certain scripture. When he walked towards the atrium, Jia Boye, like everyone else, was surprised to see how thick his back was.Everyone held their breath. Anna Maya stared intently at the foreigner who came out of the palace in a strange costume, followed by the short interpreter who was with them yesterday. The foreigner was wearing a gown, which was very similar to that of an Indian man, but longer, and a jeep was tied around his waist; unlike the others, he did not have any hair on his body, either on his face or on the top of his head. .In his hand he carried a box and a stick that was occasionally held to his lips. A sense of threat against the only king made her uneasy, but she just couldn't speak.Although the distance was not far, there were countless soldiers between her and the Wangjiao, making it impossible for her to get close to him. The singing is interrupted. When he reached the army, the army gave way so that he could go directly to the palanquin of the only king. When he spoke, his voice was so shrill and piercing that Annamaya wanted to cover her ears. He said some strange words. Brother Wei Shengde's long path to the Inca King is like a line of fire in the square: no Inca dares to step over the thunder pond. Jia Boye saw the Dominican monk stop in front of the royal sedan chair, and heard every word he uttered clearly. "I am a priest who teaches Christians about the faith of God. God requires that there be no wars or quarrels among His people, He wants them to live in peace. In the name of God, I beg you to become Christians, to bring them Be your friend, because it is God's will, and you will benefit from it. We have not agreed to talk in a peaceful atmosphere, why did we bring so many soldiers to the meeting?" The Inca didn't answer, completely unmoved.An image appeared in front of Jia Boye's eyes: Brother Wei Shengde parted the sea and walked towards the king's ship of the Inca king.One wave of his hand was enough to drown him--and the others who came with him--together. "Our Lord Governor," Brother Wei Shengde continued, "I have admired your name for a long time, and he is waiting for your visit in the house, hoping to see you. Please go and meet him, I beg you, because he said see you soon. " This time, Filipino quickly translated in a calm and timid voice, and then the Inca king spoke. He responded angrily. The Indians in the square were furious: the Inca king was angry, which meant that they were also angry.The words he said were like rage pouring out of their breasts: he condemned robbery, massacre, theft, and rape—no, it wasn't a pleasant hunt any more. The time for revenge has come. "Until you return all the stolen goods to me, I will never leave here. Then I will decide what to do next and how to punish you. Who dares to disobey my order?" Through the interpreter's translation, the foreigner replied by citing some difficult truths spoken by God, another man who claimed to be his son, and another Holy Spirit.I really don't understand what these foreigners are thinking! "Who is that God?" Atahualpa raged. "Is it your only king? And what is his order?" "He is God," said the foreigner, holding up the four-branched stick in his hand, "and all his orders are engraved on it." Then he handed a strange thing to the one and only king. The Inca king didn't know how to open the book.Like checking a box, he turned the thing up, down, left, and right in a circle. Jia Boye saw Brother Wei Shengde reaching out to help him, but was flatly rejected by the Inca king. He finally opened the Gospel, and after flipping through it casually, he yelled, his tone full of anger and disdain. Immediately there was a murmur among the crowd, which then turned into a loud roar. "Gentlemen, prepare for battle," said Pizarro calmly, "the time has come." "I too am the Son of God," cried Atahualpa, "Son of the Sun God!" The crowd echoed loudly: "Yes, the only king." The dark clouds finally dissipated, and Emperor Andi showed his light again.Who dares to doubt this person who has the ability to control the world? Anna Maya saw that Atahualpa's eyes were full of anger.She clearly knew that she should hurry to his side at this moment, but unexpectedly tears welled up in her eyes, making her very uncomfortable.She couldn't admit what happened last night because she was afraid, because the blond foreigner was staring at her, and she felt as if her throat was blocked by a rag and she couldn't breathe. When the Inca king threw away the box, hundreds of white wings seemed to fly out at the same time, hovering in the air.After that, Atahualpa stood upright on the sedan chair, his face was full of majesty and fury, and he kept cursing. He pointed at the foreigners with a red face and cursed: "Me too, I am the Son of God: I am the Son of the Sun!" "Yes, the only king!" The sun-believing crowd cheered again. Anna Maya woke up from her reverie, and she sneaked into the crowd until she was five or six steps away from the royal sedan chair.Now, only a few guards stood between her and the king. At this time, two thunderclaps suddenly sounded. But not from Skyrim. When the Inca king threw the Bible away, everyone saw Filipino rushing forward and quickly picked it up.Their heads went blank at first, as if struck by lightning, and then Brother Wei Shengde's exclamation aroused their anger: "Come on, go on, Christians! Attack those heathens, those beasts who refuse to believe in God! Kill the man who threw our Bibles on the ground!" After that, Brother Wei Shengde rushed into the crowd of Indians and headed straight for the palace, shouting and cursing.The strange thing is that the latter didn't hinder him at all, as if it was an invisible body that couldn't be touched, allowing him to pass by smoothly. "I can't take it anymore," Brother Wei Shengde cried, standing ten steps away from the governor. "Don't you see that the grass is overgrown with weeds? Kill that dog, Governor! I can pardon your crimes in advance!" Don Francisco met his shout without frowning. Earlier, he had quietly put the breastplate smeared with wool grease over the cotton shirt.The steel helmet on his head covered his face, revealing only a pair of black eyes.He raised his gloved finger and pointed at Brother Wei Shengde, who was so angry that his chest was about to explode. He said: "Now, please calm down, Mr. Vallevides, and please maintain the dignity of your bishop." Jia Boye was the last person to put the saddle on.Don Francisco turned to face him. "I'm going on foot. When I come before the Inca," he murmured, "I want you to stay with me." They poured out of the palace and the houses along the square.The governor rose up, and the crowd shouted: "God Saint Jacob!" After that, the infantry hiding in other buildings also rushed forward with their sharp knives raised high, shouting and screaming. In the next few seconds, two deafening explosions enveloped the entire top of the pyramid in a cloud of white smoke.It wasn't the four explosions planned earlier, but Jia Boye hadn't bothered to find out why the drained ammunition failed.The Indian crowd burst into horrified wailing.They clearly saw the shells, falling almost at the entrance to the square at an almost slow speed, hitting their heads and blowing their chests, leaving the crowd stunned.Blood flowed from the blasted wound, which was painful. Strangely, the sky suddenly went dark. Hearing the jingle of the bells tied to the horse's ankles, Jia Boye didn't need to make a move at all, the tight crowd surrounding him had already dispersed before the other horses arrived.The governor took a step forward, as if inspecting a military parade, although his right hand was pressed on the ball ornament of the hilt, he didn't actually intend to draw the sword. It's a pity that Juan Pizarro, who was walking in front, didn't have time to control the tension of his mount. He even held the rein with one hand and the handle of the spear with the other, as if he was climbing a ladder. When they gradually approached the Inca king's sedan chair, Jia Boye caught a glimpse of several cavalry standing under the pyramid from the corner of his eye, rushing towards the Indian crowd.The long swords of the following infantry regiments were already stained with blood. They shouted "Holy Jacob! Holy Jacob" again. The cavalry stretched out their javelins, pointed them forward, and charged forward bravely. After that, like a sea breaking a dike, a long wave rolled up thousands of Indians who were guarding closely around their royal sedan chair.One by one they fell, jostling and ramming each other to avoid an attack that they knew they could not fight back. Jia Boye sat high on the horse, watching the figures under his feet and the top of his head surge forward and back like black waves.The impression of the blue-eyed girl suddenly flashed before his eyes.He prayed, in spite of himself, that she would not be among the group of women who he guessed were hiding behind the Inca palanquin, their faces contorted with terror, their hands clasping the air as if expecting help from heaven. Then, when they were pushed close by the crowd to the Inca king, close enough to see his bloodshot eyes and disdainful mouth, Juan and Cristobal's horse suddenly charged at a dozen Indian warriors. He rushed over, and then stepped on them.They raised their startled eyes and opened their mouths in a silent cry as the horses' hooves kicked their bellies and broke their ribs. "Who told them not to believe in God!" Jia Boye thought to himself, with bitter, almost cruel rage. “谁叫这些笨蛋不愿意跟从我们的信仰！……他们马上就会被杀得寸草不留，无力抵抗！为什么？为什么他们会这么疯狂呢？” 像是为了回答他的问题，贝多下令发射另一枚炮弹的声音穿过他的脑袋。尸体堆积如山，阻断了其他人的前进，混乱的场面有增无减。王轿前的人群如流沙般在他们离去后再度密合起来。迪艾科·德·莫礼纳和胡安·皮萨罗站在马铠上，又喊又叫，大刀阔斧地左砍右杀，赶尽杀绝地想在肉堆里杀出一条通道，于是人群再度一分为二。 贾伯晔脑袋里嗡嗡作响，只知握着长枪乱打乱刺。但是另一枚新发射的炮弹再度升高紧张的气氛。人群开始四处窜逃。堆积如山的尸体崩塌后，再度被后继的人群淹没和践踏。 战争的气氛高涨，贾伯晔感觉连他腿下骑的马儿都吓得忍不住发抖。它抬起后腿，奔命地吼叫，马蹄踹伤贴近它身边的人的脸孔，将他们打得稀巴烂。有个耳上戴着金色大耳环的印第安人，抓着他的长枪不放，试图将他拉下马。 贾伯晔直接的反应是放掉手中的长枪，抓着缰绳，将马头调向左边。马儿依其本能，立刻明白其意。它嘴边挂着口水，拼命地转圈，赶走身边的人群。等它站定之后，贾伯晔抽出长剑，马儿往前狂奔了几步，便跳到了早接近印加王轿的总督身边，之后他以盾牌拨开人群，轻易地为自己找到了一个好位置。 斜着上半身趴在轿子上，法兰西斯科先生抓着印加王的左手臂，想将他拉下轿子。惊吓之余，印加王使劲地抓住座椅的把手，此时支撑在这艘独木舟底部的上百名印第安人毫不退缩地将轿子抬高，远离这片波涛汹涌的人海。 “看我的，”法兰西斯科怒吼，“该死的上帝！请帮我将他拉下轿子！” 跪在马鞍上，如疯狂的野兽般咆哮，迪艾科、胡安和柯瑞斯托巴开始朝那些轿夫的手臂乱砍乱剁。 贾伯晔所目击的景象让他心惊胆战，脸上直冒冷汗。虽然长剑剁掉了他们的手掌，砍断了他们的手臂，指尖鲜血四溅，但是那些轿夫，二话不说，低着头，改用肩膀抬轿，直到四肢全被砍断，身上鲜血流尽方才罢休。 胡安被眼前这群顽固的轿夫逼疯了，他像匹野狼般号叫，开始朝他们的咽喉处下手。但是，尽管他杀人不眨眼，另一批印第安人却随即递补那些伤亡者，再度以自己的血肉之躯对抗钢铁之剑！ 坐在岌岌可危的轿子上，印加王努力保持平衡。他那一身华服早被撕成碎片。席坎夏拉上尉跳到他身边，本希望替他推开总督，却被迪艾科的长矛刺中了他的黄金护胸甲。如百合花苞般的铁制矛尖穿过他的肩膀，插在王轿的横木上，他立即后仰落地。 其他的印第安王子终于忍不住拿出他们的青铜斧头，抵抗攻击。咻的一声，贾伯晔举起长剑，劈开血腥恶臭的空气，奋力砍下一只手臂。 骨头的断裂声直蹿进他的脑袋里，仿佛将他从一场不知名的噩梦中唤醒。 之后有个印第安人抓着他的大腿，用尽全身的力量抱住他。正当贾伯晔准备再次举起手臂朝下砍杀时，心头突然涌起一阵呜咽似的愤怒。 站在马铠上，他像其他人一样疯狂叫嚣着大力朝下挥刀。 然而就广场上震耳欲聋的惊吓声而言，他的咆哮充其量只能算是一个无声的呼气罢了。 太阳陨落了。 那边，在那些哀号的女人的头顶上，安娜玛雅看见那些外国人像收割高处的玉米般，砍断仆从和王子们的手臂。 她看见那些英勇的王子奔向阿塔瓦尔帕，毫不犹豫地以自己的双手、头颅、鲜血和生命保护他。但是，在外国人疯狂的杀害下，他们不停地倒下，枉费牺牲的鲜血。 “我是太阳之子！”阿塔瓦尔帕站着，朝着天空大叫。 他依然没有下令手下的几千名士兵回击对方。 他没有下令，而所有的人竟也遵从他，顽固地遵从他，直到平白地丧命、被屠杀或碎尸万段。 难道他喝了太多的奇恰酒了，或被这批疯狂的外国人吓呆了，所以才出此下策？ 太阳陨落了。那位从前被她尊称为唯一君王的人，此刻为了不让那些散布死亡种子的外国人抓走，安娜玛雅见他像具行尸走肉般无力地还击。 喊叫和呻吟声不绝于耳。她被人抬着，一会儿东倒，一会儿西歪。更有人抓她、扯她的衣服、推她。她随着一条肉河往前走，任凭它将她举高或压成肉屑。这一切仿佛是一阵来自地狱的风，掀起一场闻所未闻的暴风雨。 于是她想起那个小孩的话：“过去终将成为过去！” 为什么她之前没有勇气通知阿塔瓦尔帕呢？她不敢回头看印加王的轿子，因为她仿佛已经看见他投降了。 她和那些外国人不就是造成他失败的主因吗？ 是因为那个外国人她才三缄其口的吗？ 就算这残酷的一刻是唯一的君王万亚·卡帕克所造成的，她也绝不会支持他这样做。 正当她打算加入身边这场令人窒息的疯狂战斗，准备从几千只踩在中庭地面上的足踝间溜过时，西边，也就是草原的另一头，漆黑的山峦上出现了一道金色的光芒。 是的，远处的云层间，有道太阳光掠过森林后，照在山峦上。 在那边，在西边，在往库斯科的路上。 一个星状的黄金斑点落在疯狂的杀戮战场上。 她知道，她猜测。 她感觉：那就是双胞兄弟神！ 就是她等待的那个人。 围绕在总督身边，竖起马匹阻挠王轿的去路，迪艾科、胡安和柯瑞斯托巴不断地试着推倒王轿，但就是徒劳无功。现在王轿甚至比先前还高，因为轿夫们踩着堆积如山的尸体往前冲！ “谁都不准伤害他！”法兰西斯科先生命令，他仍旧不死心地想将阿塔瓦尔帕拖下王轿。 此时骑兵团从另一端进入广场，整个局势仿若狩猎结束前所进行的最后围剿。用矛尖或赤手空拳，他们拔下印加王身上所有的首饰，摘下他的羽毛王冠、金色披风、项链…… 突破阻挡的人群，孟格挤到王轿边，对着周边的人大声咆哮，胡乱挥刀。只凭单手，他抓住印加王的黄金护胸甲，一把将它扯下，带着邪恶的狂笑，东摇西晃。一位手拿大榔头的印第安王子试着从他手上抢下那件护胸甲，但是孟格的长剑纵切了他的肚皮，把里面的肠子全都掏了出来。 “谁都不准伤害那个印第安人……”总督重复。 贾伯晔被孟格脸上的蛮横表情给震慑住了，他张着大嘴如禽兽般吼叫。 于是他从印加仆从们的榔头里脱逃，缩着身子，快马加鞭地骑过死人和活人堆，孟格则继续高举他的长剑。第一刀因挥刀过急，不慎滑过王座的椅背，剑端划破皮萨罗紧抓住阿塔瓦尔帕手臂的手套。总督破口大骂，但就是不放手。 贾伯晔用马抵着王轿，从侧边摇晃轿身，之后他取出长剑用力一戳，刀刃擦伤了孟格的肩膀，后者往前倒下，手中的长剑应声落地。 “别碰那个印第安人！”贾伯晔大叫，用剑抵着孟格的胸膛，吓得他不知所措。“你没听到总督怎么说吗，他妈的！别碰他！” 他发那么大的脾气，又叫得那么大声，周围的每个人似乎都为此停止了打斗。 怨恨使孟格肥胖的脸变了样。贾伯晔清楚地看出他想趁机报复全世界的心态。 皮萨罗利用这段时间，终于将印加王从轿子上拉下来。他用力一推，趁王轿倒向一边时，把他拉向自己，左手臂环住他的脖子后，再用盾牌护着他。 “多亏你，我们总算成功了，孩子！”他高兴地对着贾伯晔说，“跟在我身边，让我们一起把这个家伙送到屋内！” 但是就在他驾着马匹准备驱赶那些吓得目瞪口呆的印第安仆从时，他看见了她。 她静静地站在混乱的战场中，蓝色的大眼睛直视着前方。 她看的不是印加王，而是他。 她看着他，那个金发的外国人，在屠杀进行中走向她。 双胞兄弟神的保护光芒早已消失在山峦背后。 所有在她身边的妇女尖声哀求，在血泊和支离破碎的尸体间跌跌撞撞地逃亡。其中有些人疯狂地抓着她。她们推她，但她就是无法移动任何一步。 不管他们是骑马或步行，反正那些外国人就是蛮横无礼。死亡的恐惧直渗透到他们四肢的底端，连眼神都闪着战栗的火苗。 她看见那些外国人破口大骂，将印加王的衣服一件件脱去，现在他几乎是半裸了。 她看见有个人举刀准备从上砍杀阿塔瓦尔帕。 她看见他，他扭动身体，试着推开那名刽子手。 尽管刀上已沾满了血，他并没有像其他的人一样还手。 她听见他愤怒地大叫，抵死不从。 现在，他抬起双眼看着她。 有扇大门为她打开，让她解脱了这场混战。 她所想的事情根本毫无意义。 但是她几乎以高分贝的声音对着他说： “带我走！别把我留在这场恐怖的血腥暴力里。” 贾伯晔头昏脑涨，完全无法抹去那双依然燃烧他心头的蓝色眼眸。他走在总督和印加王的前面，努力地从疯狂战斗的人群中辟出一条通道。法兰西斯科先生继续大喊大叫： “谁敢动他一下，我就叫谁偿命！” 他们终于将印加王送进了一间小屋子里，皮萨罗又对着警卫重复了一次： “谁敢动他一下，我就叫谁偿命！” 他脱掉手套，仔细查看手上流着点血的小伤口。他看着贾伯晔，瞳孔里闪着欢喜和无情： “我们打赢了这场仗，儿子！” 这场仗？ 贾伯晔的目光停滞在广场以及远方持续的恐怖战场上。 这是一场没有宣战的战争：战斗应该要有两队人马。这只能算是屠杀或残杀，而现在，印第安人只能选择仓促的逃亡。 他张着嘴想回答总督的问题。但是有件千真万确的事情——在这场混战中最重要也是唯一的一件——让他决定三缄其口。她才是他应该拯救的人。不管是战争或真理，她今晚绝不能死，明晚还有将来都不能死。这场独一无二的战争，不仅违背常理、违背天意和印加王国的旨意，而且无论收获有多大，也违背了那位充满温情，昵称他为“儿子”的皮萨罗先生的原意。 他一言不发，握起缰绳，朝马的臀部一踢，骑上他这一匹疲惫不堪的马儿冲进战场。 那边，在几千具尸体的重压下，皇宫中庭的墙面终于开始出现裂缝，竟至全部倾倒，扬起一阵灰尘。受到了这场新灾难的影响，几座由饱受践踏的尸体所堆积而成的小山丘倏地全跌近瓦砾堆里。 但是她，她闻风不动。 She is waiting for him. 他放慢速度，伸出手，一把将她从腋下抱起。出于自然的信任，她环着他的脖子，任凭他将她抱离地面。她很轻盈，所以当他将她抱过马的颈部，跨坐在马鞍前端时，她立即适应了他和马的奔驰节奏。 他们距离那堵倾倒后人群蜂拥而散的墙面只不过约四十步远。 在他的四周，西班牙人继续屠杀行动，他们张着大嘴，露出猥亵的笑容，沉溺在自己的暴行里，想尽办法搜括所有藏匿在恐惧背后的战利品。 贾伯晔看见赛巴田站在金字塔顶端对着他吼着几句他听不清楚的话。少女双手交叠抱着他的腰部，身体紧靠在他的身上。随着马的跳动，他们仿若两株缠绵在一起、随风飘动的野草。 他闻到她肌肤上的香味，她那温热的颈部就在他的唇前。尽管他身上所穿的那件棉袄护胸甲沾满了灰尘，但她依然可以从他的腹部感受年轻躯体所散发出的生命力。 赛巴田依然站在金字塔顶大喊大叫，但是贾伯晔就是听不懂，所以他努力地试着挤开逃亡的人群。 她以他听不懂的母语或自言自语或呻吟，但他可以感觉她的身体微微地颤动。就在马儿扭腰越过尸首成堆的瓦砾堆时，他的嘴巴碰上了她的太阳穴。于是她肌肤的味道便印在他的嘴唇上，当此味道流进嘴里时，他简直都快醉了。 但是之后他觉得腰间仿佛有道火焰在燃烧。他用力一踢，将马调开。等他再度往回骑时，他看见孟格正露着快乐的表情，挥舞着他的长矛说： “我要杀了你！我要掏空你的内脏，小笨蛋！” 摆动了一会儿后，他将长枪射出，可惜力量不够，长枪从墙上的砖块间反弹落地。 贾伯晔猜想，他的髋部一定流满了温热黏稠的血液。陌生女子的那双蓝眼睛带着关怀的表情看着他。他只顾着微笑，殊不知他如此用力地抱着她，把她都弄痛了。 几个全身赤裸的小孩，抓着一顶被弄脏了的五彩羽毛王冠，朝沼泽区直奔而去。在他们的四周，还有其他的人也在跑，包括一些王子和仆从，羊驼和小狗，他们的金色护胸甲和白长袍全沾满了灰尘、泥巴和血渍。 马蹄终于踏上了草原上的野草。 贾伯晔弯下身想俯视由那双惊慌的蓝瞳孔所透露出来的明亮眼神。但是它们却充满了泪水。 他不由自主地发起抖，她也跟着发抖。 他握着她棕色的小手，两个人就这样一起发着抖。 空气中充满了死亡和灾难的恶臭，然而他们双双为了这一份纯洁得如天地之始的爱情而悸动不已。