Silva gently lifted the door upwards – so that when the door opened, the shaft wouldn't make too much noise. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He cautiously pushed the door open halfway, stuck his head out, and looked around. There was no moon outside, but it was a rare sunny day, and in the faint light of the stars, Silva could barely see what was going on outside. There was no one outside, except on top of the high watchtower. Silva looked up, and in the background of the starry sky, he saw a person looking around on top of the watchtower. But Silva wasn't worried that he saw him, he was looking into the distance, and he was below, and the background of the dark earth covered him and engulfed him, and as long as he didn't make too much noise, it was impossible for the people on the watchtower to find him. The really threatening thing is at the intersection over there, where there's a dog.

Silva slowly reached into his arms, pulled out a piece of jerky from it, and threw it far away. The jerky landed on the pavement with a soft snapping sound. The dog, apparently hearing the movement as well, ran in this direction, and with the help of a far superior sense of sight and smell to the human being, quickly found the piece of jerky, and swallowed it in one gulp. After a while, with a faint whine, the dog fell, and after two twitches of his legs, he did not move.

Silva waited again, and when he saw that there was no movement, he lifted the door up again and opened it softly. Then Silva quietly walked out, looked in all directions, and waved his hand back, and the dozen or so natives who had followed him came out one by one.

Silva led the men towards the watchtower. They had been ten paces away from the watchtower, but Silva suddenly heard footsteps coming towards him, and he stopped, half-crouched, and hid himself in the shadow of the eaves.

After a while, a black figure carrying a lantern appeared in Silva's field of vision, and it was vaguely impossible to see who it was. The figure apparently hadn't seen Silva, after all, the light around him was so dim that the lantern could only illuminate a little in front of his legs.

At this time, the man above the watchtower apparently also saw the light below, and shouted, "Why did you come, the changing of the guard is long overdue." ”

The black figure answered, walked to the bottom of the watchtower, raised the lantern a little higher, and shouted, "Come down, and wait for you to get it." ”

"You wait, I'll come down!" The man above responded. Then I heard the sound of someone climbing down from the tower. A young man beside Silva gently pulled out his dagger, trying to touch it, but Silva held him down.

At this time, by the light of the lantern, Silva and the others saw that the man on the watchtower had descended to the ground, and he said a few words to the man who was in charge, and then took the lantern and walked in the direction from which the man had come. The changing of the guard waited, then turned around and prepared to climb up.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered his mouth at once. He was about to struggle, but then a dagger plunged into his lower back, and an indescribable pain made his whole body stiff, not to mention struggling, and even unable to breathe.

In fact, when a person is stabbed in the kidney from behind, the pain is so severe that he can't even scream.

Silva drew his dagger and stabbed the man twice in the chest from the front, and the man quickly relented. Silva gently dragged the man aside, and on the other side, the man with the lantern walked farther and farther away, not noticing what was happening behind him, and naturally not knowing that he had just taken a spin before the ghost gate closed. And the reason he survived was that Silva needed to let him go back safely, lest he arouse suspicion because he didn't go back when it was time to go.

Towing the body aside and placing it away, Silva and the others quickly climbed up, while the others lay in ambush below to keep watch.

Silva climbed the watchtower, which was dark and dreary. Because at night, the presence of lights not only exposes itself, but also interferes with people's vision, so that the pupils of the lookout on the tower are narrowed, and they cannot see anything in the dark. Therefore, there are no lights on the watchtower. Silva pulled out a leather box from his back, a long rectangular with a hole in the top and a candle inside, with an open mouth at the other end, and closed in all other directions.

Silva crouched down and placed the leather box on the ground, and he glanced down to see that the lantern below had disappeared, and thought that the man had entered the room. So Silva took out the fire sickle from his waist and struck it lightly, and with a "ding" sound, a little spark came out and lit the moxa that ignited the fire. Silva lit the candle with the mugwort again, then picked up the leather box, looked up at the sky again, identified the direction, and then pointed the end of the light in a certain direction.

Because of the obscuration of the leather box, the light can only be seen from a certain angle, and if you look up from the inside of the village, you can't see even a single fire.

Silva looked into the distance, and he saw that in the distance, there were also faint lights, first one, then a string, and he knew that it was the Chinese who were preparing to attack. Silva wasn't worried that anyone else would see the lights, as the walls of the village, as well as the nearby woods, blocked it.

The Chinese came quickly, apparently, they used a lot of cavalry. Silva lowered his voice and said a few words to the native who had come up with him, then climbed down from the watchtower, took the others with him, and felt in the direction of the village gate.

The group walked smoothly in the dark, and it didn't take long to reach the near gate. They come to this village almost once a year, but it is not enough for them to become so familiar with this village. The reason why they are so familiar with the roads in the village is because the Chinese who have lived here for a short time are very familiar with these roads.

There was also a night watchman at the gate, who was sitting on a half-cut stone mill by the gate, and was napping with his head down. Silva quietly touched it, covered his mouth, and stabbed him in the back of his waist and then in the chest. All that's left is to wait.

After a long time, a sudden flash of fire flashed in the direction of the watchtower, which was struck by the man who remained on it. This is a signal that the Chinese are getting closer. Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to faintly hear voices outside. Then there was a soft knock on the door.

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Just a sleep, just a sleep! But when he woke up, Santos was surprised to find that he had become a prisoner of the Chinese. Faced with the Chinese' bayonet-mounted muskets, Santos wisely did not resist. The Chinese tied him and the other villagers with a long rope and escorted them out of the village.

On the way out, Santos saw Silva and them again. Silva was triumphantly speaking through a Chinese who knew the indigenous dialect and the Chinese officer leading the team, and he was showing off his merits, and the spit that spewed out of his mouth almost flew into the face of Santos, who was still more than ten steps away. Now he has a steel knife with a sharkskin sheath around his waist and a flintlock pistol in his hand - apparently this was given to him by the Chinese, and he betrayed himself and others in return. And there were many more natives around him, much more than yesterday, and almost their entire village had moved over. A gust of wind blew, and Santos faintly heard this sentence: "This village will be yours from now on...... We'll help ......."

Santos couldn't help but rush to kill the villain, but the bayonet beside him made him aware of his current situation. He's already a captive, and he, and his family, what will happen to his people? These questions came up all at once, and he burst into tears.

In fact, when Santos saw Silva, Silva also saw Santos, and if he wasn't talking to the Chinese, Silva would even want to run over and humiliate Santos in person. For many years, this guy has been bullying them and taking him for fools. Silva has not forgotten that forty years ago, (of course, at that time, neither Silva nor Santos was born) a group of natives who had taken refuge in the white skin like Santos colluded with the white skins and expelled them from the fertile river valley into the jungle, although Silva was not born at that time, but the loss of the land of their ancestors is not something that one or two generations can forget; Later, Santos sabotaged Silva's efforts to hug his white-skinned thighs; Later, Santos continued to exploit them in various ways in trade. Now, it's finally good.

Still, Silva resisted the urge to rush up and humiliate Santos now, after all, talking to a Chinese officer was much more important than humiliating a lowly slave. What's more, what they are talking about now is extremely important.

"This land is very fertile, and we give it to you in its entirety, as agreed. But there are some things I would like to warn you about. "You know beforehand that those people are in the same group as the Spaniards, and that they are not only those whom we have captured, and although we will help you, it will not be easy to hold on to this land, and they will not be willing to lose such a fertile piece of land so easily." ”

Through the translation, Silva understood this, in fact, he knew that it would not be easy to occupy the fertile land of such a river valley. But for the sake of such a land, any effort is worth it. He remembered his grandfather talking about how prosperous the whole tribe was when they still had a rich river valley, the population was more than three times that of now, and the children were well fed, and they ...... For this, even dying is worth it.

"I understand, but we'll hold on to the land." Silva said solemnly, "As long as you can continue to support us, we are willing to obey your commands." ”

Recently, the other college entrance examination subjects in this province have been completed, and only three languages are left, and the workload has doubled all of a sudden, so it is really difficult to guarantee the update, but I am afraid that it will not be normal until the beginning of June. During this time, I can only find time to write a few hundred words a day, and update it every few days. That's the way it is in the third year of high school, there is really no way.

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