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Chapter 1224 Little Fish

At the end of the long stone-paved street came a loud and urgent call in Spanish.

At night, the northeast, southeast, and southwest directions of the Plaza de Armas are paradise for Spanish Legionnaires to make trouble.

During the daytime, the three urban districts were the paradise for the Inca natives of Lima to avenge their grievances, and the crematoriums in the Plaza de Armas were all burned out.

The cremator was placed in the middle of the Plaza de Armas. In the past, the monks of the Lima City Inquisition used it to dispose of the corpses of prisoners.

In fact, there were no prisoners in Lima during the Spanish rule. Normal slaves made minor mistakes. Country plantation owners were killed in their own homes, and legionnaires were killed on the road. There was no need for the Inquisition.

The Inquisition is doing big things, such as rebel leaders, feathered snake god sacrifices, etc., they will be beheaded or hanged when they are taken to the Armed Forces Square, and they will be thrown away in the crematorium next to it... Anyway, there are not many people in a year, let alone Lima City, even if the whole of Peru may not be able to encounter such a case a year.

Ordinary people are qualified to be judged by the Inquisition, and Lautaro is qualified to oppose the Spanish and fight guerrilla warfare in Colombia. In the end, he also advocated the pagan theory of the Ming people, demolished and burned churches and monasteries. He is going to be burned at the stake, but the question is that this qualified person... can you catch him?
Not to mention Lautaro, who is alive and running around, even if the Spaniard is dead now, he doesn't know where he is buried.

The crematorium of the Inquisition was really used to deter people, and even in many cases, it was to show mercy. Even a rebel leader would not be killed directly, but asked if he repented or not. Even if he repented a moment before beheading, his sentence could be reduced.

Religion is a magic trick to play with people's hearts, and it is too low-level to use it to destroy the body.

Therefore, the crematorium in Lima, which has never been fired several times in its life, will not be fully fired until the eve of the Spanish retreat, but this time the torches are lit by the descendants of the Incas. They are far from having other plans like the Spanish monks. 'kindness'.

It is said that if it is burned to ashes, it will be burned to ashes, and no bone residue will be left.

In the end, the corpses were not burned much, but the furnace was leaked... Spain's ironmaking technology is not very good, let alone in the colony where the royal family banned production.

Fortunately, the descendants of the Incas lacked firearms, and their minds were not clear. They all relied on simple emotional outbursts, just like the Ming army first marched into Mexico City and indirectly caused the aborigines textile workers to rise up. Theories, programs, long-term goals, and resource support make them as ferocious as hyenas on the African grasslands, and as frightened birds flying across the sky.

The streets near the Plaza de Armas are full of the scars that the chaos has left on the city of Lima.

The stone slabs that have not been cleaned for half a month seep brown blood and smoke, leaving black marks. In the past, this was the center of the city and the busiest commercial area, although the trade volume was far less than that of the most developed sea transportation in the past. The port, but the shops opened here are closely related to the life of the rich and powerful in the city.

At this moment, they are also suffering because of this, and there are looted containers and uncontained corpses everywhere.

The tailor’s shop on the street is on the second floor, and the orange roof tiles are like white walls, which are old and in disrepair due to the sea breeze. This is the evil result of the decrease in the number of merchant ships received by Peru due to the entry of the Ming army into Asia, and the decline in the city’s vitality. But it became a good thing.

At least this makes the shops less conspicuous-the dilapidated small shop buildings are really not eye-catching to the surrounding magnificent cathedral, the magnificent Governor's Palace, and the wealthy mansions that used to live in the Spanish nobles one street apart of.

Especially the shop on the ground floor has been rummaged and smashed to pieces, and there is a half-open door that has been burned to carbon. No one wants to visit here. To avoid the fate of being set ablaze like those large mansions.

However, on the second floor of this room where there should be no sign of anyone else, a window was carefully pushed open a gap, revealing half a face with black hair and black pupils, sharp edges and corners, belonging to a young man of mixed race in West Asia. Towards the bloody Plaza de Armas, before finally turning our eyes to the north.

Going north across the wailing Armed Forces Square, on the street at the end of the line of sight, you can see another world that is clearly divided under the cover of buildings.

The gate to that world is the Juma and the earth barrier set up on the street, and there is a simple flag with a yellow background. The fluttering rectangular flag is extremely simple. On the other side, the ink dragon and the ink stain seeping from the outer circle are sketched.

But just this flag separated the two worlds of Cali City.

The mixed-race young man looked at the Mingzi flag full of longing, but immediately after he saw a group of robbers with knives and clubs on the other side of the street about to pass by the street under the window, he quickly and carefully closed the window, turned his head and looked back. Said: "Don't talk, someone is passing by."

Only the light from the gaps in the wooden slatted windows comes in, reflecting the furnishings of the small room on the second floor. There are two beds that can fit two people in the room. Two cotton sheets, apparently one used to be used as a cushion and the other to cover the body. Near the door there was a wooden cabinet with a height of one person, also without any decoration, except for the wooden table by the window. A young man of mixed race from Western Asia was standing by the side propped up on the table.

Under his hand is a wrist-removing sharp knife that is usually worn by soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty, which is usually fastened on the back of the waist or hidden in the sleeve. It is more than a foot long and has a leather sheath.

The so-called "wrist-removing" means that there is no hand guard for easy carrying. It has the characteristics of long pointed, short handle, thick back and thin blade.

On the bed to the right of the young man, sat a young Spanish lady whose decorations were incompatible with the surroundings. Beside the bed stood an old guard who was as cautious as a young man with his sword on his waist, and a pair of young Inca male and female servants.

On the bed on the left, a West Asian mixed-race woman in simple clothes was sitting in her arms holding a little boy who seemed to be only two or three years old. At this time, the two were next to the mixed-race youth, and were faintly protected behind them.

The young man's name is Isquierdo, which means left, the third generation of Spanish-Inca mixed blood. He grew up on the street by the sea in the western city of Lima. It is bragging to say that he has worked in all walks of life. Lima city can support him. There are not many industries where people make a living.

Before the Ming army entered Asia, he was a sailor. Later, he worked for a caravan from the West and got a good salary. He bought this tailor shop two years ago. His life experience is basically a typical example of the South Asian dream.

The young woman and child behind little left brother are his elder sister and nephew. The elder sister's name is Delita, which means right side; while his five-year-old nephew has a soft and angular face that is different from their siblings, but also has a soft face. A distinctive name, called Xiaoyuer.

And at this moment, on the table where Brother Zuo was pressing the sharp knife to untie his wrist, there was a red sun flag with a yellow background.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)