In the wilderness north of Bogotá, Colombia, Lautaro walked north in the wrinkled linen gown of a Spanish sailor, the camelskin trousers from the southern tip of Chile on his legs, and a stone adze.

He was followed by a whole squad of Spanish soldiers.

The Spanish company consisted of a small squad of twenty-five men, and the vast expanse of Colombia was dotted with such squads, ten or twelve squads formed into a company, and the soldiers of these companies could be Spaniards, Spaniards, or Indians.

The reason for dispersing the troops was to let the surrounding Indian villages feed them, so that they would be relieved of the pressure of the military salaries of the Peruvian Viceroyalty, and as much gold and silver as possible could be used to give the Ming Empire to mint silver coins for the king or to embezzle.

For Spain, military pay was insignificant, and their soldiers had long been accustomed to being in arrears, not to mention that they could rob without it.

It's not the kind of single soldier who goes out to rob, that's the practice of rebellious bandits; In the New World, if a company or several companies were in arrears for too long and there was no way to do so, the officers would find a way to go into battle, looting all the surrounding land and villages in the course of the battle to replenish the pockets of the soldiers.

"We were lucky today."

The half-armored squad leader in an Italian duckbill helmet pressed the Toledo steel sword at his waist and led his soldiers to follow Lautaro, his steel plate and wood riveted small round shield in his right hand, behind him the spearmen and infantry marched aimlessly to the north in three rows.

It is worth mentioning that the bust armor of this squad leader has a plausible Ming Dynasty style, and the arm armor that protects the upper arm and half of the chest is a tiger head similar to the imitation Song Dynasty mountain armor of the Ming Dynasty, and there is also a heart guard on the chest breastplate with more decorative significance than practical significance.

This bust was made two years ago by a well-known Italian armor maker, based on a painting sent back by a Jesuit monk in Macau, which is said to depict the gods of the dragon and tiger altar of the Ming Empire, so it is also called the demon armor.

In the squad leader's shade bag, there was a finger-sized piece of gold.

The shade bag is a bag between the legs, which is related to the fashion concept of Europeans, the male charm is wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs, and large birds, so they wear a top with wide shoulders and a waist, and the tighter the pants, the better, and it is best to match it with a pair of pointed shoes, of course, if it is a social person, you have to bring a sword.

But the leggings, it is more crotch, and due to the problem of cutting, there is a certain gap between the hips and the waist, which leads to an opening in front of the legs.

In order to prevent the birds from coming out of the cage, a cloth was added to the front of the opening, which was stuffed with wool, linen or silk to obtain an exaggerated bulge and occasionally put some change or something.

Either fashion is a cycle, and the habit of the rich people of ancient Rome who wrapped six meters of cloth around their bodies and walked the birds in a vacuum while baring their thighs was revived again after a thousand years.

Of course, the shade bag on the squad leader's body is actually not professional as a fighter who fights for a living, revealing his poverty.

Knights and nobles who really have wealth often equip the biggest gap in their plate armor with a big steel bird - a real nobleman, who uses cloth!

The two knights greeted each other in plate armor on the street, each with a big steel bird dressed in fancy clothes, and the one on your crotch was gilt etched? Then this big baby on my crotch has to be enamel cloisonné.

It's not that the captain believes in gold raising birds, but that yesterday morning, the Indian appeared in his defense area, and since it was not a local Indian, he was arrested and found a piece of gold from him.

Although the Indian's leather pants did look a little thicker, in the eyes of the Spanish soldiers, the Indians were either bare-chested or dressed in fancy clothes, and there was almost no difference in what they dressed.

The squad leader promised Lautaro not to kill him if he took them to the place where the gold was found.

So they set out early this morning in search of wealth.

Europa men in the background, crammed with linen shade bags, walked with the clanging of armor, and Indian liberators, wearing feathered crowns, beige linen coats, and dark brown camelskin trousers, carried adzes on their shoulders and sang happily songs that no one could understand.

A few muskets looked around vigilantly, trying to stop Lautaro's vocal action, but they were stopped by the team leader, who said lightly: "We have no enemies in this land, let him sing if he wants to, it doesn't matter if it's ugly." ”

"The sound of gold colliding is more beautiful than anything else."

Gradually, they seemed closer to their destination, and according to the previous Indian, the place where the gold was found was a charming valley with lush shrubs. There is a small stream flowing quietly in the valley, and there are such shiny stones at the bottom of the river.

Along the way, the Spanish soldiers argued whether the gold had grown from the riverbed or had been washed down from the upper reaches, and they reached the valley that afternoon.

"It's a godsend, and the nearest village here is five leagues away." The squad leader jumped over the half-man-high bush and sighed: "No one will find out here, the gold here will be ours." ”

As he spoke, he turned to Lautaro, thinking that if he found gold, he would be able to kill the Indian, who sang very badly, so that no one would ever know the secret.

Sadly, the Indian didn't know anything, and he looked at himself and pointed happily forward: "Right there, right there, right there." ”

People rushed to the stream, lying on the shore or leaping into the calf-deep stream in search of gold, but found nothing but clear water and smooth pebbles.

When they turned their heads angrily to vent their anger on the Indian who had deceived them, they found that there was no trace of the Indian anymore.

In the valley, there is only the echo of their own anger.

No, there are other sounds, very close.

It was the sound of the flint wheel, followed by a very familiar sneer, so familiar that it seemed to be heard every day, but I couldn't remember what it was.

The next moment I remembered.

Suddenly, several fires flashed out of the bushes by the stream, and in the deafening explosion, several wooden cannons that had been lurking here for a long time spewed out countless gravels and pebbles from a dozen or twenty paces away, like a large net attacking them.

The six unarmored musketeers were beaten into a sieve before they could scream, the pikemen in cuirass and half-armor had their legs broken, blinded, and their heads broken, and the soldiers who had been lucky enough not to be killed or wounded by their comrades had no time to return fire, and figures in the bushes beside the cannons were running fast.

The squad leader, who had only broken his right arm from the impact of the wooden shield, clutched the steel sword drawn from his waist and shouted loudly in all directions, hoping to see an enemy so that he could know which tribe around him dared to rebel against Spanish rule.

Suddenly, he heard someone behind him shouting, "Here's the gold!" ”

When he turned his head, the last image of his life was that of the Indian in camelskin pants with his upper body exposed in the bushes, holding an arquebus of a different shape from theirs, aiming at him in the standard posture of the Ming army to shoot a birdless bird.

Bang!