The Fall of the Golden Empire (Novel) (Volume 1) "Bloody Sunset" by Zhang Baotong
After walking through the square, I looked towards the military camp where the Inca king was imprisoned, and saw a large torch lighting up the area. Through the light of the torches, one could see sentries walking back and forth in front of and around the military camp. As a result, he felt more at ease. After walking around the square barracks and finding no movement, Pizarro walked towards his house. When he walked to his door, he still didn't feel sleepy at all. If he didn't feel sleepy, it would be difficult to fall asleep. If he couldn't sleep, he would have to do something. He wanted to see the soldiers playing dice and gambling. In the past, he also liked this kind of gambling very much, and he was also considered a relatively professional master. But there was no money at that time and no one wanted to play with him. However, now that I have money, I can’t play anymore. Because as a marquis and commander, he could not confuse himself with those low-level officers and soldiers, arguing and arguing all day long over your victory and my defeat. This would make him lose his status and status in front of the soldiers. Therefore, even if he wanted to go to this kind of place, he would definitely not go. So, he returned to his house. When the young and beautiful Inca princess saw him coming back, she greeted him and asked him to go to bed quickly to avoid being cold. Without saying a word, he took off his clothes and got into the woman's warm bed. The woman's body is very warm and smooth, and when she is hugged, she feels a kind of tenderness and intoxication that penetrates her heart, just like being an Inca king.
He slept for a short while and then woke up again soon. When he woke up, he didn't want to sleep anymore. In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to sleep, but that he feels that there are some things that must be done quickly. So he simply got up, lit an oil lamp, and tried to write something. However, when he picked up the pen, he couldn't write anything. Because his family used to be poor and he had many brothers. His parents were worried about food and clothing all day long, so how could they have money to send them to school? He felt that he should call his secretary.
So, he went out, knocked on the door and asked his secretary to come to his office. After a while, Robert came to his office yawning and rubbing his eyes. The office has a large square table and several wooden chairs that were brought from the Inca residence. There are some papers and quills on the table. When Robert sat down at the table opposite, Pizarro told him what he was thinking and asked him to write to Antonio Navarro, the accountant of the Spanish army who was staying in San Miguel and the head of the local garrison. letter, so that he could tell him the victory and current situation of Cajamarca, as well as his current worries, and asked him to inquire from time to time whether there were reinforcements sent from Panama. Robert was a rare talented student in the army. He was born in a Spanish noble family and had gone to many schools. He came here from Panama with the Bishop, Father Vicente de Valverde.
As the letter was almost finished, Robert asked the Marquis, "Who should I send to San Miguel to deliver the letter?"
"Send Martin and Hernando Aldana," said the Marquis. Martin was the Spanish shorthand for Don Martinillo, the Indian translator. And Hernando Aldana was the brave and resourceful soldier who galloped in front of the Inca king.
Robert thought for a while and said, "If you send Hernando Aldana, there is no need to send Martin, because once Martin leaves, some things dealing with the Inca will not be easy to handle."
Pizarro asked, "What do you mean?"
Robert said, "Just find an honest, trustworthy and reliable Indian to follow."
Pizarro thought about it and thought it was feasible, and said, "You write first, I will go to Martin and ask him to find an honest and reliable local immediately. This letter must be sent as soon as possible."
With that said, Pizarro went out, knocked on the door two houses away from him, and shouted loudly, "Martin, Martin, open the door." But Martin neither answered nor opened the door. Pizarro got anxious and kicked the door open, cursing, "What are you doing, you bitch? Why don't you open the door?"
The Indian translator hurriedly sat up from the bed, quickly put his hands together and apologized, saying, "Marquis, spare your life, but your slave deserves to die."
When Pizarro heard this, he found it funny: He just seduced the concubine of the Inca king, and he was so frightened!
Pizarro struck a match and lit the oil lamp on the table, and then he saw clearly that this damn Indian was kneeling naked on the bed and begging for mercy, and kneeling next to him was the young and beautiful Inca king. My beloved concubine was so frightened that her whole body huddled together, trembling violently. Because in the Inca Kingdom, adultery like this was punishable by death and hanging. Women were buried alive. Especially if he had an affair with a virgin from the Sun Palace or the concubine of the Inca King, he would also destroy his nine tribes and burn down his family property. Therefore, when their adultery was discovered by the Marquis, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
But what was unexpected was that Pizarro waved his hands to them and said, "I'm sorry to bother you." He motioned for them to get in bed quickly, and then said to Martin, "Sorry for interrupting." I wish you a sweet dream. Get up right now and find me an honest and reliable local. The sooner the better, I have something urgent to do." After saying that, he said "I'm sorry" again and hurriedly exited the house.
By the time Martin came to Pizarro's office with a young Inca, it was already dark. Pizarro looked at the Inca man that Martin had brought for a long time. He felt that the man looked honest, honest and lean, so he asked Martin, "Where did you get this man?"
Perhaps because of time constraints, Martin had to call the people who herded vicuñas for the Spaniards. Martin said, "Aren't you looking for a herder?"
Pizarro was startled and said, "When did I tell you to find a shepherd?"
Martin slapped his forehead and said quickly, "Yes, I remembered it wrong. However, it was so dark that I couldn't go out to look for him, so I called him over. However, this man had been grazing cattle for the Inca royal family for many years, and he was very Be honest and you will never go wrong.”
Pizarro asked Robert, "What do you think?"
Robert said, "I think this person is suitable."
Pizarro walked up to the young herdsman, patted him on the shoulder and said, "This task is very important. When you come back after completing the task, I will give you five llamas and five hundred kilograms of corn. What? Sample?"
When Martin translated Pizarro's words to the herdsman, the herdsman's lips were so happy that he couldn't close his lips with joy, and he bowed repeatedly to thank him.
After a while, Roberto called for Hernando Aldana. Pizarro handed the letter to him and said in a profound manner, "This letter must be delivered to San Miguel." Antonio Navarro, asked him to keep sending people to inquire about the news of additional reinforcements from Panama, and once reinforcements arrived, he was asked to send people to bring them over immediately.”
"Yes, Marquis," said Hernando Aldana, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket.
Pizarro added, "It will be a difficult journey for you to take this shepherd to San Miguel this time, but when it is done, I will reward you heavily."
Hernando Aldana replied, "Thank you, Marquis."
Pizarro nodded and said, "Let's hit the road now. Rest less and walk more. Travel day and night. Go early and come back early."
Hernando Aldana said, "Yes." He gave a military salute and led the Indian herdsman out of the Spanish Expeditionary Force's office.
