Madrid, although it has passed the San Isidro bullfighting festival in May, the Madrid bullring in the east of the city is still crowded and lively.

Today is the weekend, and the ancient Roman theater, with its bright red façade, seems to echo the red cloak of the bullfighter, and the pit is full of more than 30,000 spectators.

Philip IV, the Emperor of Spain, who was seated in the box, discussed with great interest the mistress of Countess Candel, who was dressed in a new silk dress on the seat next to him, about the demeanor of the bullfighters who appeared today.

A beautiful head of brown hair, a chic emerald hairpin cleverly coiled on the top of his head, and a pair of eyes as blue as the Mediterranean, flashing with a charming light, almost made Philip IV want to drown in this sea.

The mistress, who had just been canonized by His Majesty the Emperor as Countess of Kandel, had skin as smooth as silk and a seductive figure as Venus, and it was her graceful appearance that matched her charming appearance. However, only the Emperor knew how wild this Count of Kandel was in his bedroom and villa, and he couldn't stop it.

The countess gracefully lowered her gold-decorated monoculars and asked the maid beside her to adjust the angle of the silk parasol slightly to prevent the Iberian summer sun from burning her skin.

picked up the small teacup made of holy porcelain on the table, and tasted the pale yellow tea in the cup with a slight opening of his lips.

"This is the finest tea set and tea leaves that His Excellency Basten gave to me, and it is said that it is in the far east. This tea was also only available to their emperors. Compared with the black tea transported by those merchants, the taste, color, and aroma are much stronger. Boasting about the tea leaves and fine tea sets brought by Monsieur van Basten for his mistress, and staring at the plump lips of his mistress as she tasted tea, Philip IV had in his mind the scene when this lovely and sexy mouth had something else in it.

"Tea is good tea, it's just too expensive. Such a pot of tea can bankrupt an ordinary Madrid citizen family. The countess snorted at her man in a coquettish tone.

"Huh! It's not something that every citizen can drink, and if it's something that any Madrid can drink, how can I take it out here and offer it to you? Sweetheart? ”

"Alas! It's a pity that tea is too precious, and I'm used to drinking this tea, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to drink other tea. ”

"If His Royal Highness the Earl of Kandel thinks it is good. So. The green tea you drink every year in the future, as well as the clothes and materials, will be provided to you by my company. ”

The Dutch nobleman, our old friend Mr. Van Basten, who was invited by the Spanish Emperor Philip IV to his box to watch the bullfight. It is a guarantee of a salute to the countess with aristocratic demeanor.

A sunburned viewer in a sunlit position. Ordinary Madridians, who couldn't afford to buy a good spot with too many gold coins, suddenly erupted in a frenzied cheer. The hero in their minds, a great matador, surrounded by the stars and the moon, appeared.

Both forerunners are dressed in 16th-century attire. Riding a horse is the first to play. They ran straight to the chairman's stand and begged him to give him the keys to the pen. At this time, the audience was unusually quiet, and the audience waited for this sacred and solemn scene. After that, the band played a loud matador march, in which each of the three matadors led their own group of men and horses into three columns at the same time. The silk matador suit sparkles in the sunlight and is very dazzling. They walked around the arena in their characteristic posture and then came to the rostrum to bow to him.

The first matador to appear in the bullring appeared with his head held high in the bullring, surrounded by a team of assistants, including three dart men and two spearmen on horseback. He was greeted by the tsunami-like cheers of the people, the shrill and excited cries of the ladies and ladies, and countless flowers being thrown into the field.

Philip IV's attention was not on the brilliant bullfighter who had won him three binaural rewards with a sharp sword, and his eyes were trying to look at the other matador standing beside him, hoping to see her more clearly.

That's right, this matador is a woman.

Wearing a headdress representing the identity of the main bullfighter on his head, holding a red and yellow bullfighting red cloth on both sides, and a red bullfighter uniform outlines the bullfighter's figure very clearly and provokes anger.

A small hand passed in front of Philip IV's eyes, and he handed him a monocular, "Your Majesty, see more clearly with this." ”

Sure enough, with the help of the telescope of the Countess Kandel, the Emperor saw the full set of bullfighting tools in the hands of the female bullfighter's assistant: a spear, six flower marks, four different swords and a dagger.

When the angry bull, provoked by the matador's assistant with spears and flower marks, roared and rushed towards the main matador, the audience held their breath and waited for the wonderful moment to come.

The bull had already been teased by the flower mark, the sword, and the red cloth, and was even more amused and dodged by the main matador in order to show his skill, such as the chest dodge, (when the bull rushed straight to himself, the leg slipped sideways, and the bull rushed closely) "Beronica" (that is, the red cloth was thrown at the cow's face to provoke and tease the bull. Beronica was originally named after the saint who brushed his face during the crucifixion, and was named because of the similarity of her movements. And the matador standing still, dodging the ring that teased the bull around its body, and so on, and so on,

In order to show his ability, the matador did not take advantage of the opportunity of the bull to pounce, which was conducive to preparation, aiming and judgment, but adopted the tactics of moving the bull.

This is the most difficult and highest level of assassination action among the technical movements of bullfighting. The matador rushes towards the bull, and at the same time the bull also rushes towards the man from a certain distance. The matador is extremely complex and difficult to master when judging the part of the bull in motion and striking accurately, but if it is used well, the death time of the bull is the shortest, and the beautiful one may even fall to the ground.

After a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted over the entire bullring.

The bull was stabbed in the heart by a matador's sword and fell to the ground and died on the spot.

The audience was furious. When the chairman on the rostrum announced the reward for the matador's one ear, countless white handkerchiefs were waved by the audience, and the whole bullring was like countless white butterflies flying. The ladies and ladies screamed for the chairman to reward the matador again. Thereupon. The reward for the second bull's ear was awarded.

The people present were boiling again.

Then. It's the female matador who comes into play.

Perhaps it was because the bullfighting just now was too exciting, so that people's adrenaline and hormones were fully secreted, so that the people who watched the bullfight looked at the honey-skinned female bullfighter in the arena and kept whistling sharply, and many young people fanatically threw flowers into the field.

The ladies and ladies covered their eyes with perfumed folding fans. It seemed that he couldn't bear to watch the bloody fight between the woman and the majestic bull.

Philip IV in the box. It is also inevitable to throw a bouquet of flowers into the bullring. He grabbed Count Candel and imprinted his fat lips on the countess's lips in an extremely rough and wild way, and the countess did not show weakness. responded warmly with his own three-inch lilac, and the two immediately kissed there endlessly.

In the afterglow of his eyes, Philip IV saw Basten and the others quietly leave the box with great interest and go outside to taste the smell of tobacco. Two palace guards pulled up the red velvet curtain outside the box, turning the box into a space cut off from the outside world.

Philip IV put his hand on his mistress in front of these more than 30,000 subjects, and put his hand into the silk dress of the Count of Candel, knowing that Sosso's silk gave him an incomparably smooth feeling. The touch was so close to the feeling that Count Kandel's skin gave him. The adrenaline was pumping, but whether it was the emperor of the Spanish Empire or the fruit seller at the door of the bullring, Philip IV was desperate to find the belt of the shirt of the Count of Candel.

Count Kandal, who had a coquettish sip and a flush of excitement on his face, reached into the skirt of his long skirt and untied the straps of his shirt.

Seeing that a hand-to-hand combat drama in front of tens of thousands of people is about to be staged. (Stop!) Stop! The editors in charge of the starting point are sweating profusely.,After all, it's not a certain pomegranate and a certain medium.,This kind of plot is still going to make up for it yourself! ）

The two palace guards stood at the door of the box like door gods, their faces full of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, but their ears were furled, ready to pass the addiction. The sound of the Earl of Kandel's cry was much more beautiful than that of the female singers of the opera.

However, this event, which was loved by the Spanish emperor and the court guards, was rudely interrupted by an extremely unsightly fellow.

"The right-hand man of the Spanish Emperor, his Prime Minister Gaspar? Morality? Lord Guzmán arrives! ”

Prime Minister of the Spanish Empire, Gaspar? Morality? Guzmán, tugging at his robe, hurried up the steps.

"Your Excellency, you cannot go in now. 陛xià is inside. ”

The two guards dutifully blocked Prime Minister Guzmán's way, and on the other hand, they kept a buffer for Philip IV and Count Kandel in the box, so that His Excellency Guzmán could not see that His Majesty the Emperor and His Royal Highness the Count were treating each other frankly and honestly with each other in front of tens of thousands of subjects, and were communicating with each other frankly and warmly, right?

"Then please do your best to inform me, I have urgent matters related to the fortunes of the Spanish Empire to report to Your Majesty!"

Prime Minister Guzmán also faintly heard the sound of mass sports in the box from the tsunami-like cheers coming from the bullring, which was completely different from the mass sports outside, and he knew the inside story well, and he also knew the embarrassing situation of daring to break in.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, please come in!"

A haunting voice came from the box, but it was summoned by Count Kandel in place of His Majesty the Emperor.

"陛xià! I have an important military situation for the Portuguese rebellion to report to you! ”

Glancing at the flush on Count Kandel's face, which had not yet completely subsided, Prime Minister Guzmán immediately gathered his mind and reported to Philip IV about the burning eyebrows in front of him.

Philip IV was very unimpressed by such news, "Isn't it the João of Braganza?" It was repaired by our army just a few days ago. A fool who can't be a duke wants to be a king too? If it weren't for damn France, the great Spain would have crushed these Portuguese crumbs into powder long ago! ”

His Majesty the Emperor, who had been disturbed by the good things, was full of anger, and all the evil fire in his belly was ready to be sent out on João IV.

"Nope! The wise Majesty is not the Duke of Bragança, but a group of guys who claim to be the Portuguese Restoration Army. Prime Minister Guzmán whispered to correct the misunderstanding of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Are they the clowns who think they don't know how to trade with the Seris? Didn't they come once the year before last? I found a group of natives from the East Indies who claimed to be the Restoration Army, but as soon as the battle was fought, they were beaten to pieces. What's wrong? Are they looking for death again? ”

His Majesty, the Emperor of the Spanish Empire, who was enraged to the extreme, smiled instead of being angry, and his face was full of terrible smiles.

"No!" The prime minister corrected the emperor with some embarrassment, "Although it is still the banner of the Restoration Army, the people under the banner are no longer the same!" It's obviously much more powerful than ever. They had come on a Seris warship, and there were quite a few Serisians in it. There are many more yellow people who are small in stature, brave in battle, and look very much like the Serisians. They are said to come from the Land of Gold. ”

Hearing the news of the fall of Gibraltar, the contemptuous arrogance on the face of Emperor Philip IV was thrown on the American continent and replaced by solemnity. At this time, on the European continent, countries that can casually mobilize thousands of standing armies can be regarded as powerful countries. What's more, this force, which is far more than a few thousand people, is its own enemy?

"After they conquered Gibraltar. and divided his forces to attack. Conquered two Portuguese cities loyal to the Empire. Loot the city. According to eyewitnesses, even the damned group of Turkish heretics would not be so ruthless, transporting everything that could be carried and what could be used throughout the city. Including the young and middle-aged people in the entire city, only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left! ”

"Who did that?!"

"It's all those small soldiers of the Restoration Army. They are samurai who claim to be from the land of the rising sun. ”

The notoriety of the Japanese volunteers spread on the European continent from this sortie.

Later, when Colonel Baisoya led the newly recruited volunteers into the chaos in Europe, the group of dwarves became even more notorious.

In order to unite the vertical and horizontal, Gonzalez did not know which guy gave him the idea of immorality, and ordered Baisoya to transfer half of the mercenaries to the Ottoman Turkish emperor, and these five thousand dwarves were thrown into the Balkan mountains with great disdain by the Turkish emperor. I plan to let those vigorous and fierce mountain people turn these dwarves into cannon fodder.

However, after hearing this, the emperor almost fell off the concubine and the news came one by one. Castles built on hilltops were conquered by the dwarves, and a bloody massacre ensued.

The slaughter and plundering were so terrible that even the Ottoman emperors, who had always been known for their barbarism among the European population, could not stand it. He sent an edict to the leader of the group of dwarf mercenaries. But he got an answer that made him laugh.

"Although we are employed by you, you have not paid us our military salary. Our military pay is paid by a separate employer, and the number of beheadings is directly related to our income. ”

Because the Ottoman Empire was only responsible for the supply, ammunition and pension of these mercenaries, and did not care about the rest, so when the commander of the mercenaries of the Japanese Kingdom threw such words to the Ottoman Emperor, the great Ottoman Emperor was speechless, and had to let this group of dwarves kill a sea of blood in the Balkan mountains.

However, the effect of the slaughter was also obvious.

Gone are the usual hilltop castles that could hold off tens of thousands of Ottoman troops. Under the cannon attack brought by this group of dwarves, the fortresses of the mountain people and nobles were turned into skull hills made of corpses.

After the capture of the castle, all the soldiers and civilians of the city became prisoners, and according to the propaganda of the dwarves, half of the captives must be killed by the order of His Majesty the Emperor, and those who had skills, those who possessed knowledge of mathematics, physics, chemistry, and painting were selected from among the captives, and enjoyed the treatment of not being in this half.

Unfortunately, the religious people who wore the cross were among the half of those who had to be killed. Unless, unless, they are able to contribute as much as their own body weight to the post-war reconstruction of the Balkans.

Soon, the lords, frightened by the effects of this slaughter, either went to the mercenary camp in person, or sent emissaries to the Emperor of Istanbul, proclaiming themselves to be His Majesty's most loyal courtiers and servants, and immediately renounced the belief in the cross and changed to the same faith as the Ottoman Empire!

So, today in Gibraltar, the performance of the Japanese mercenaries is just a prologue, and the real drama is yet to come.

Philip IV listened to Prime Minister Guzmán's chatter about Gibraltar, but his eyes were constantly on the graceful figure of Countess Kandal, and the fight between the bullwoman and the roaring bull in the bullring.

This scene was all in the eyes of Prime Minister Guzmán, but there was nothing to be done.

At this time, Spain was fighting with other countries, and the emperor's inspection of the bullring had a meaning of promoting the martial spirit. Of course, I don't know whether it's to promote the martial spirit or to have fun. For example, is the summer resort in Chengde used for fun or to promote national unity? (To be continued......)