Or 3G, on the other hand, just as the landed Spaniards set up camp on the outskirts of Port Hope and enjoyed the spoils of war. The warriors of Hongshutizgan, who escorted the old and weak of the whole clan out of the battlefield, were on another beach in the suburbs, looking at the burning city with anger, and his eyes were almost on fire.

Carrying a long-handled axe, Cocombe stood between the làngā facing the rising sun, looking at the flames in the city, and tears fell like rain for a while.

Although he fought hard in the battle last night, despite the fatigue of the long journey, he cut off the heads of three Mayans and two whites in a row, and stabbed one of the whites' horses...... But it didn't stop Hope from being burned to ashes in the raging fires.

After the last time the Aztec expeditionary force breached the old royal capital, he lost his hard-earned home today.

Behind him are groups of Hong Kong Hope refugees who are helping the elderly and the young, lying or sitting on the beach with their heads down, checking their luggage.

This makeshift refugee camp, although also located next to the harbor, was so shallow that the Spanish sailboats could only be parked at most two kilometers from the coastline, otherwise they would run aground, so there was no need to worry about enemy shelling.

Thousands of people who had escaped from Hope Harbour were now gathering on the beach, resting in silence around a makeshift bonfire with their eyes blank against coconut trees, palm trees and seaside reefs, and occasionally letting out a few sad sobs.

Not far away, in a small village of just a dozen households, the wounded after the attack lay quietly on rough reed mats, as silent as dead. It is only when they help each other to treat their wounds and apply yào ointment that they try their best to endure low moans. But in the bushes next to it, there were screams one after another, and it was the traversers who tortured the captured Spanish soldiers with electric shocks and whips. [Just look for novel material]

Although the atmosphere in this refugee camp seems depressing and sad, people always have to eat in life.

With the clear morning breeze, the aroma of cooking food emanated from the fires, and one or two dead horses, disemboweled and dismantled, along with some potatoes that had just been cut out of the ground, were placed on the fire by the fùnv, and carefully roasted until they showed a burnt yellow face. Then, Cocombe's wife rushed to cut off a piece of half-baked horse rò and gave it to her husband while blowing the hot air on it.

"..............., take two bites! You've been standing here for most of the night! No matter what disaster happens, you can't delay eating, take it! ”

Looking at the bloodshot burnt horse, Cocomm felt that all the hunger and exhaustion in his body suddenly exploded, and he first opened his mouth and nibbled a few bites, but then he couldn't help but hide his face and cry bitterly.

"Woooooooooo Nothing, nothing! My house, my possessions, and the city are all gone!! ”

In the eyes of Cocombe, thanks to the blessings of several god-man highnesses, since he came to Hope Harbor, his life has been getting better and better.

In the past, whether he was a handyman in the city-state or a hunter in the wilderness, he could only struggle to survive in the cycle of hunger and hunger. In order to survive, in order to fill his stomach, Cocomb has long practiced the ability to fight with fierce beasts, but he still can't get much to eat, and he can only shiver in front of the fickle nature. All it takes is one illness or injury to mean the destruction of an entire family.

But after moving to Hope Port, he and his wife were able to enjoy plenty of food every day, and when they were sick, they also had spirits rewarded by the gods, and the weapons in their hands were much better than in the past. …,

When Cocomb became a warrior, he could enjoy more treatment and glory according to the regulations, and he could move into the metal plate building that the gods had specially built for them, but at this moment, all this happiness and wealth, as well as the little wealth he had painstakingly accumulated, disappeared with this fire. (Just look for novel material)

How will the rest of the days be lived? Cocomb only felt a blank in his heart.

His wife was also silent, and it was a long time before she put her right hand on Cocombe's shoulder and said with a calm expression, "...... Don't be too sad, my husband.

Don't forget that the omnipotent gods are watching all this, and no one can escape the gaze of the gods. As long as we do our best, we will always reap the rewards, and the gods are always there to protect us.

This doom may be a test given to us by the gods, and we need to accept it calmly. Cocombe, are you still the same warrior who could fight the jaguars with his bare hands? If you still hate the white men who are destroying our new homeland with the generosity of the gods, then fight as bravely as a man! Stop crying, it will only make people despise your weakness! ”

At the same time, in a simple thatched hut, Wang Qiu and the others had just returned to this time and space. I saw a sad scene of life and death.

In the faint morning light, the old king Avaha, who had been mortally wounded in battle, finally came to the end of his life after a night of struggle.

When he was dying, this old man, who had gone through countless tribulations, only had time to mō Princess Maca, who cried like a tearful person, and looked at this shijie with great nostalgia, and made a few sighs in his throat, and before he could leave a complete last word, his head was crooked.

Seeing her father's death, Princess Maca almost fainted on the spot, but thanks to Wen Deji holding her by the side and comforting her, she did not collapse to the ground. Wen Desi's son, Wen Desi, is now nearly four years old, and he understands a little bit of things, and when he sees such a scene with his mother, he can't stop crying.

finally calmed down the two of them, and the exhausted Wen Desi walked out of the hut with Wang Qiu and others, ready to discuss business with them. As a result, in the shade of the tree outside the house, before he could speak, he was grabbed by the angry Wang Qiu.

"Literary chief! What the hell is going on with this inexplicable fiasco?! Before we left Hope Port last year, didn't we already remind the residents left behind in the city by showing movies and spreading prophecies just in case, telling them to beware of the "white-skinned devil" and not to be deceived by their clever words? All right! Even if the Zhuang Ding and Jian Fù of the whole city were basically taken by you to launch an expedition on the Mexican plateau, the garrison of Hope Port Liliang was relatively empty. However, even if they really can't beat the Spaniards, can't they still run?

According to what we have just heard, your father-in-law actually foolishly went to negotiate with them yesterday morning, and ended up falling into the trap of the other party...... That's good. The father-in-law, the old king, is dead, the city is burned to ashes, even your sister-in-law Tia has been captured by the Spaniards, and God knows what they are suffering at this moment. Ignoring all our previous warnings as wind in a deaf ear?! Speaking of this, Wang Qiu roared bitterly, "Thanks to this, I also specially screened a historical and educational film "History of the Conquest of Peru" filmed by the British BBC, and described in detail the shameless behavior of Pizarro and other Spaniards. But now, even if the Pizarro in the movie doesn't look like the real Pizarro, you can't take it lightly to this point! ”…,

In his words, he was full of sorrow for the people of Hongshutizgan, whose home and country were now shattered.

The indisputable disappointment and indignation of the angry Qi have obviously been vaccinated again and again in advance, but when the matter comes, they still hit the street like this, which really makes people speechless and look at the sky.

In response to Wang Qiu's angry accusations, Wen Dehei, who also had just returned, had no choice but to lament, shaking his head and explaining, "Well, when the Magellan and Pizarro fleets arrived, the reason why my father-in-law made such a wrong decision was actually due to a series of misunderstandings and mistakes, he thought that these white men were coming to me, the "...... of the Mexican Emperor, a tribute and pilgrimage", "..............., tribute?" Pilgrimage? Wang Qiu's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, "......, how could he think like this?" In this regard, Wen Deji couldn't help but smile bitterly, and his face was full of embarrassment of "lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot": "This is because, long before I left for Hope Port, I had sent several bō messengers here one after another to send messages to those who stayed behind to tell those who stayed behind about the various glorious achievements of our army in the past year or so, such as the capture of the port of Veracruz, the killing of Cortés, the dismemberment of the Aztec Empire, and so on.

In addition, in order to avoid misunderstandings, I also specially instructed the messenger to convey the news that the one-eyed dragon Navaez and his white men had allied with our army in as much detail as possible, in short, to tell them that some of the white men were already their own, and that they should not be surprised if they saw it.

The problem was that the messengers seemed to exaggerate the situation, and the misunderstanding was so bad that in the ears of my father-in-law, King Avaha, it became that "most of the white-skinned devils have bowed down to me in fear, and the remaining disobedient white-skinned devils have been killed and have no need to fear them again". I actually gave a batch of gifts at the beginning........."

“……………”

For this embarrassing explanation, Wang Qiu, Ma Tong and Cai Rong suddenly had to look at each other, and finally sighed helplessly.

However, the anger in each of their hearts is still increasing, or maybe it can be said that they are angry?