At the end of the long stone-paved street, a Spanish voice was heard.

At night, the northeast, southeast, and southwest directions of the Armed Square were a haven for Spanish legionnaires.

During the day, the three districts were a haven of revenge for the indigenous Incas of Lima, and the crematoriums in the Plaza de la Armité were burned down.

The crematorium rests in the middle of the Plaza de la Armitalia, where the monks of the Inquisition in Lima used to dispose of the bodies of prisoners.

In fact, during the Spanish rule, there were no prisoners in Lima, and the normal slaves made a small mistake, and the plantation owners in the countryside killed them when they said they would kill them in their own homes, and the legionnaires killed them when they said they were killed on the road, and there was no need for the Inquisition.

The Inquisition did big things, such as the rebel leaders and the Quetzalcoatl sacrifices, and they were dragged to the armed square to be either beheaded or hanged, and the crematorium next to them was thrown away...... Anyway, there are not many people in a year, let alone Lima City, even if the whole of Peru may not encounter a case like this in a year.

Ordinary people are qualified enough to be judged by the Inquisition, and Lautaro is qualified to fight a guerrilla war in Colombia against the Spaniards, and at the end they also preach the pagan theories of the Ming people, demolish and burn churches and monasteries, and properly burn them at the stake...... Did you catch it?

Not to mention Lautaro, who is running around alive, even if he is dead now, the Spaniards don't know where people are buried.

The real use of the crematorium in the Inquisition was to deter, and even in many cases to show mercy, even if it was a rebel leader, he would not kill him directly, but asked him if he repented or not, even if he repented at the moment before beheading, his sentence could be reduced.

Religion is a spell that plays with people's hearts, and it is too low-level to use it to destroy the flesh.

Therefore, the crematorium in Lima, which had never been fired several times in his life, was really in full swing until the eve of the Spanish retreat, but this time the torches were lit by the Inca descendants, who were far from being as 'merciful' as the Spanish monks had in mind.

If it is said to be burned to ashes, it will be burned to ashes, and there will be no bones and slag left.

In the end, the corpse did not burn much, but the stove leaked...... Spanish iron-making technology was not good in the first place, let alone in the colonies where production was prohibited by the royal family.

Fortunately, the Inca descendants lacked firearms and were not clear in their minds, relying on simple emotional outbursts, just as the Ming army's first march into Mexico City indirectly caused the indigenous textile workers to rise up, and there was no leader to act, and there was no theory, program, long-term goals and resources to support, which made them as vicious as hyenas on the African savannah, and like frightened birds flying through the sky.

The streets near the Plaza de la Armed are littered with the scars that this chaos has brought to the city of Lima.

The stone slabs that had not been cleaned for half a month seeped into the brown blood stains and smoke and left black marks, in the past, this was the center of the city and the most prosperous commercial area, although the trade volume was far less than the most developed port in the past, but the shops opened here are closely related to the lives of the powerful people in the city.

At this moment, they are also suffering because of this, and there are looted containers and uncollected corpses everywhere that have been looted and dragged out of the store.

On the second floor of the tailor's shop on the street, the orange roof tiles are like white walls, and they are aging and in disrepair due to the sea breeze, which is a good thing for the house at this time.

At least it makes the shops less conspicuous – the dilapidated shops are really nothing to the surrounding imposing cathedral, the opulent Doge's Palace, and the mansions of wealthy Spanish aristocrats that used to live in Spain just across the street.

Especially in the ground floor shops have been turned over and smashed to pieces with half open charcoal doors, no one wants to come here, the dilapidated appearance makes people know that there is nothing to take at a glance, at least to avoid the fate of being set on fire like those large mansions.

However, on the second floor of this room, where there should have been no sign of life, a window was carefully pushed open a gap, revealing half of the face of a young man of mixed West Asian descent, with black hair and black eyes, and he first looked at the bloody armed square, and finally looked to the north.

Beyond the wailing Armed Square to the north, on the streets as far as the eye can see, there is another world that is clearly hidden by the buildings.

The gate of that world is set up on the street to reject horses and earthen ramparts, and there is a simple yellow background flag, the fluttering rectangular flag is extremely simple, and the pen is full of ink to write a clear character with a pen, revealing the ink stains seeping through the other side of the simple ink dragon and the outer circle.

But with this one flag, the two worlds of Cali City were cut off.

The half-race young man looked at Mingziqi's eyes full of longing, but then he saw that there were robbers with knives and clubs on the other side of the street who were about to pass the street under the window, so he hurriedly closed the window carefully, turned around and whispered, "Don't speak, someone is passing by." ”

Only the light from the cracks in the wooden slatted windows filtered in, reflecting the furnishings of the small room on the second floor, in which there were two beds that could lie down two people, the bed boards were nailed from untrimmed wood, only two cotton sheets, apparently one under the pad and one on the body, and near the door there was a wooden cabinet of human height, also without the slightest decoration, except for the wooden table leaning against the window, and the young man of Western descent stood beside the table.

Under his hand was a wrist-untying knife that was often pinned to the back of the waist or hidden in the sleeve of the Ming Dynasty sergeants, which was more than a foot long and wore a leather holster.

The so-called 'untie the wrist' means that there is no handguard that is easy to carry, and it has the characteristics of long point, short handle, thick back and thin blade.

On the bed to the young man's right sat a young Spanish noblewoman dressed in a decorated outfit with her surroundings, and beside the bed stood an old guard with a sword at his waist like a young man, and a pair of young Inca male and female servants.

On the bed on the left, a simplely dressed mixed-race woman from West Asia sat in her arms holding a little boy who looked only two or three years old.

The young man's name is Izquierdo, which means left, a third-generation Spanish Inca who grew up on the seaside streets of Lima West City, and it is braggart to say that he has worked in all walks of life, and there are few industries in Lima City that can support a person like him to make a living.

He was a sailor before the Ming army entered Asia, and later served in a caravan from the West and was paid handsomely.

The young woman and the child behind the little left brother are his sister and nephew, and the sister's name is Derita, which means right; And his five-year-old nephew has a face that is different from the angular softness of their siblings, and at the same time has a distinctive name, called Xiao Yu'er.

And at this moment, on the table where Brother Xiao Zuo is pressing the knife to untie his wrist, there is a red sun flag on a yellow background.