Aztec Eternals

"ah!."

During the autumn harvest in October, the field outside Moore Village was full of tall weeds, full of desolation and death. The blue tit dared to rest on the eaves, until a shrill scream came, and it was frightened and flew up. It circled and looked over the deserted village, only seeing the laughing crusaders, and in the center of the crowd, a Moorish captive lying limp on the ground with a hoarse voice.

"Haha! Che coglione! What a useless idiot! Looking at this guy's expression just now, I thought I would meet a heretic who would rather die than surrender!."

The young crusaders laughed loudly, looking at the Moor nobles twitching on the ground with blood on their faces, as if they had seen some interesting monkey show. There is no mercy in their eyes, because in traditional cognition, torturing and killing a heretic is not only not a crime, but a pious virtue.

"Ha! How boring!"

The older crusaders looked meaningless. They have seen many scenes of torturing heretics. For them, the most important thing right now is to feed their war horses with beans that are resistant to hunger.

At this moment, they are on the front line of the battlefield and may encounter the enemy at any time. At this time, feeding the horses at any time and maintaining the stamina of galloping and charging are the first priority of the knights! As for letting the horses graze, it takes too long, and you can’t bear the hunger, so you can only do it when you are safe and relaxed.

The old knight Lorenzo smiled, and cut off one ear and one little finger of the Moore captive. Afterwards, he used a sharp armor-piercing cone to string together the blood-dripping organs and dangled them in front of the opponent's eyes. When the captive Moore, who was almost dizzy from the pain, came back to his senses, he saw a part of his body at a glance, appearing in his sight in another terrifying way. After a few breaths of silence, there was another horrified and hoarse scream.

"Oh no!."

After the screams passed, the old knight Lorenzo spoke for the first time to interrogate. He communicated with the terrified Moorish captives in his proficient Moorish language. Although the other party's face was filled with fear, there was still resistance.

The old knight smiled, waved the sharp blood-dripping thorn blade, and promised something in a low voice. The captive Moore seemed to believe it or not, hesitated for a while, and gradually confessed.

After a long while, the old knight asked similar questions over and over again, and got no contradictory answers. He was sure that the other party was not lying.

The young knight Giovanni stood by, watching with relish, and learning the interrogation skills of the old knight. The prisoner's speech was very fast, and his Moorish language was just getting started, so he didn't understand it very well. After the interrogation was over, he asked suspiciously.

"Lorenzo, you promised the prisoner just now. You said that when you return to the camp and let him see King Fernando, you will allow him to redeem himself and leave? Are you serious?"

"Haha! Giovanni, how can the promise to the heathen be sure?"

The old knight Lorenzo raised his mouth and replied with a smile.

"If he can really come up with a considerable ransom from the city of Barcelona, ​​it's okay to let him go. But if King Fernando has anything to do with it, it's none of our business. Everything depends on the will of the Lord!"

"Well"

The young knight Giovanni pursed his lips and was speechless for a while. After a while, he nodded slowly. Indeed, there are no promises to be kept to the wicked heathen, any more than to the fraternal fellow-God. Thinking of this, he let go of his thoughts and asked more concerned topics.

"Lorenzo, what did he say just now, what uncle king, what nephew king, what reinforcements, what surrender?"

"Well. It's a bit troublesome to talk about this matter specifically. However, the news he brought back is within my expectation."

The old knight Lorenzo said with a confident smile.

"Giovanni, didn't you ask me before, since the besieging army can't do it, how can I capture the mountain city of Basa? Haha! The answer of this prisoner is my answer!"

"Ah! Captured the mountain city of Basa? Then what did he say just now?"

"The Lord is witness! He is Mohamed Ben Hassan, the Moorish lord of the hill city of Bassa, sent to the royal capital of Granada, to ask the King of Granada, Abu Abdallah, The messenger of reinforcements. He brought back a letter from King Abu!"

"What? King Granada, do you want to send troops to support the mountain city of Bassa?"

Hearing this, the young knight Giovanni was surprised and a little nervous.

"We are now between the royal capital of Granada and the mountain city of Bassa. If there is a large group of Moorish cavalry coming, then we have to retreat now!"

"No, don't worry! We don't have to retreat."

The old knight Lorenzo smiled and shook his head. He stroked his goatee, his expression was leisurely, and his words were a little emotional.

"King Abu of Granada, tell Hassan, the lord of Basa: the king will not send a single soldier to the mountain city of Basa! If he wants to ask for reinforcements, he will go to his allegiance, uncle Azar Zagha Az-Zaghal call for help!."

"If my uncle doesn't have reinforcements, then the mountain city of Bassa, just surrender! Remember to surrender directly to the benevolent, honorable, brave and resolute Queen Isabella, and not to the unpredictable, cunning and treacherous King Fernando."

Hearing such a reply, the young knight Giovanni was shocked on the spot. He looked at the old knight in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice.

"How is it possible! Lorenzo, did you hear me right?! The mountain city of Basa is the last and strongest barrier in the northeast of Granada! King Granada, how could it be possible to easily abandon this mountain fortress? Let the fortress Defenders, surrender to Queen Isabella?."

"Well, Giovanni, what should I say? This matter is actually related to the civil strife in the kingdom of Granada! And such a civil strife was designed and facilitated by the Iberian kings! It is also because of Granada The civil strife in the kingdom, I assert that the Moors will not last long."

The old knight Lorenzo glanced at the limp Moore captive, and pulled the young Giovanni to an empty corner. Then, with a solemn expression, he lowered his voice and explained in detail the crucial turning point in this holy war.

"Although the Kingdom of Granada is small, it has dangerous terrain, a large population, and a wealthy country. It has the support of many Moorish kingdoms in the southern continent, so it was not so easy to fight."

"However, six years ago, two years after the start of this round of jihad, King Abu Abdullah of Granada, let's call him the nephew king! The nephew king personally led his troops to the north and bravely attacked Castile. Leah's army. Then, he was defeated, not only did not die in battle, but was shamefully captured by the Castilians."

Speaking of this, the old knight Lorenzo showed a sarcastic smile on his face. He gave the young and brave knight a meaningful look, and taught him intentionally.

"Giovanni, sometimes, untimely bravery is a crime that harms others and oneself! After the nephew King Abu was captured, the royal family of Granada fought and changed, and the throne passed twice, and finally fell to the On the head of the nephew King's uncle, Azar Zaghal. And the seeds of the Moors' civil strife and demise began to be planted at this time."