February 1492 AD, more than 20 miles west of the city of Granada, on the banks of the Henil River.
The mountains of Granada are towering on the north and south sides, blocking the cold wind from the north and the south. The long Henil River, like a blue jade belt, flows between the gray and yellow dry land. The Moors repaired hundreds of
Year-old water channels are spreading out one after another along the long river flowing from east to west, like roots extending from the blue trunk. And where the blue roots extend, there are patches of charming emerald green. Those patches of ancient
The orchards and farmland still retain the mark of fertility, just like they did from the Carthage era two thousand years ago, and have continued to this day.
However, years of brutal wars have long since burned the once most fertile river valley in the Moorish Kingdom to ashes. The fruit trees in the orchards have been cut down and turned into firewood for the army. The fields are also full of luxuriant grass.
The Moorish farmers who have disappeared from their work.
Most of the rich Moorish villages on both sides of the river are left with only broken silence and desolation. And those Moors with oriental faces have either been buried in the soil forever, or have become slaves of the Jihad Army. At this moment
, the only things wandering around in the wilderness were hyenas with red eyes, crows feasting on carrion, and small groups of Crusaders patrolling and plundering... Oh, there were also two people riding mules, heading west along the long river, almost reaching the river.
The man standing beside the long bridge.
"Diamine! Cazzo! The stupid and murderous Castilians, the stupid and greedy Aragonese! They will not only destroy the goats, but also destroy these orchards and manors, turning valuable fields into worthless pasture!
...Damn it! In their hard-wood heads, there is only killing, killing, drying, drying, and they don’t understand a little bit of navigation, not even a little bit of shit!"
The older man was sitting on the mule, cursing angrily and looking back reluctantly. He had auburn hair, a messy beard, a long donkey face full of ferocity, and zygomatic cheekbones on his forehead.
The bones are high and protruding.
At this moment, he stared at the mountains in the eastern sky with his wide-open blue eyes, and also looked at the majestic and majestic city of Granada. And those longing eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the solid ground from a distance of more than twenty miles.
of the city walls and see the same Castilian and Aragonese flags flying on the Abraham Palace.
"Merda! Talavera with a stupid brain! He said that he agreed with my sailing plan, that the queen agreed with my sailing proposal... He deceived me thousands of miles away from Portugal and asked me to submit an exploration to sail westward.
The clerk…now his brain has been damaged by bullfighting, and he sprays feces from his butt with his mouth, saying that my sailing plan will not work, and saying that my return conditions are too ridiculous!…”
"Bah! Vaffanculo! These Castilian Navigation Commissions know nothing! They are just as stupid as those bullshit Portuguese scholars... No! They are even stupider! They don't understand anything, not even the Southern Continent, let alone the Southern Continent.
Talking about the Khitan and Cipangu (Japan) across the sea!... They only know how to lean on the sheep's butt, drooling with gleaming eyes!..."
"Uh...brother..."
Looking at the furious eldest brother, the young man on the other mule scratched his head and didn't know what to say for a moment. However, he could understand his eldest brother's mood. The eldest brother Chris had a plan to sail westward and explore.
I have been traveling between palaces in various countries for twenty years, from the age of 20 when I was young to the age of 42 now. Not only did I get nothing, but I also owe a lot of debt...
This time, with great difficulty, they met the heroic Queen Isabella through the leadership of the confessor Talavera, accompanied the queen to witness the surrender and dedication of the Moorish king, and even walked into the world as victors together.
They visited the beautiful Abraham Palace!...O Lord! This was the closest they came to success among all their visits! But in the end, the Queen's Navigation Committee once again rejected their decision to head west.
Voyage’s Exploration Proposal…
"God bless you! Chris, this time we...well, our trip is not in vain!...You see, the big scene of the surrender of the pagan king is really exciting and makes people praise the Lord! We still have
I went into the Abraham Palace, which is the famous pagan Red Palace! Wow, that beautiful love tree, that luxurious star wall, and so many big pillars that are so high! ... I want to come and be with you.
The legendary Moon Palace in Fort Tantino is not much different!…”
"The Surrender of the Moorish King...January 2, 1492, after the Advent of the Lord..."
After hearing his brother's words, the strong Chris picked up the reins of the mule and stopped by the bridge over the long river. He stared blankly to the east. The scene of the surrender a month ago seemed like yesterday. And those who came from the camp
The long siege and fighting that the knight heard about was also deeply engraved in his mind, like another desire buried deep in his heart.
That has been his most fundamental desire since he was a child. It is the ultimate goal of adventurous exploration and navigation, and he is to become a high-ranking knight and noble who rules over the common people!…
The flags of the two kings were raised high, and the camps stretched for more than ten miles, surrounding the last capital of the Moors on the peninsula. A total of 60,000 Crusaders and thousands of Christian knights surrounded the entire city of Gran Rada.
The Crusaders controlled all the surrounding highlands and mountains, and even built wooden and stone fortresses, overlooking the big city on the highlands. In the siege that has continued in recent years, this ancient and magnificent Moorish capital has been
It’s time for the oil to run out...
When the Holy War Army first besieged the city, the Moorish cavalry were still full of energy and continued to stage traditional and ancient one-on-one duels with the Holy War Knights. They even sent a small team of cavalry to raid the Queen's camp and threw a fierce
He threw a spear and nailed the provocative letter to the queen to the outer tent!
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In response to this provocation, the Castilian knight Hernando de Pulgar raided a tower in the middle of the night, rushed into the city, and killed
The wooden sign of "Hail Mary" was nailed to the door of the Moorish Dome Temple, and he quickly escaped... This kind of knightly bravery in the medieval era still deeply remains in the armies of both sides, like a certain
Plant the final brilliance and sparkle!
But soon, King Fernando, who "lacked the glory of knights", stopped these heroic fights that consumed the lives of knights, turning the siege into a long and boring confrontation. He formulated a strict siege plan and blocked all mountain roads. Cutting off the water supply of the big city of Granada, and even throwing rotting corpses into the city, all show his shameful and despicable side... He is not worthy of our heroic and glorious Queen at all!...
"Yes! That cunning King Fernando is not worthy of the sacred, respectful, pious, wise, goddess-like and beautiful Queen Isabella!...Ah! Praise the Lord! Praise the merciful Queen! Queen! Even took me, took me! Together we accepted the surrender of the pagan king..."
Chris licked his lips and prayed in a low voice. There is no doubt that he is full of admiration and respect for Queen Isabella, who is like the Virgin Mary. It is rare that he will not curse a word. He clearly remembered every scene of following the queen, all the way from the camp at the foot of the mountain, to the city of Granada on the mountain, and then into the Abraham Palace, which he had never seen before...
After a year-long arduous siege, the tens of thousands of Moors in Granada suffered from cruel food and water shortages, as well as repeated raging diseases, and their numbers had been reduced to ten or twenty thousand. And the strangeness of the Moors The Christian king finally could no longer hold on and sent a messenger in despair, announcing his surrender to Queen Isabella.
It was a sunny morning on the day of her surrender. The queen, along with her entourage and her "ugly" husband Fernando, walked through the narrow mountain road under the escort of a large group of Christian knights. Behind them were many nobles of the kingdom and the royal family. officials, and a retinue of scholars, and "the great navigator"...
When we approached the city gate, the "uglier" pagan king Abu Abdullah, with 50 Moorish cavalry, came out of the city gate on a war horse. Seeing the heroic queen, he got off his horse and He lowered his head like an "ugly green toad" and actually wanted to kiss the Queen's hand!…
The queen decisively rejected him and waved her hand to him. The "green toad" king sighed, lowered his head, and said some pagan nonsense.
"Witness the Most Merciful Lord! We give this city and kingdom to you... Merciful Queen of Christ, both are now yours. Please use them with mercy and moderation..."
Then, the pagan king took out the key to the Abraham Palace and handed it to the queen. The queen waved her hand again and asked King Fernando to pick it up. King Fernando took the key and gave it to Tenadilla, the governor of the Alhambra Palace. count…
"Bah! The shameless Aragonese just stepped forward to take advantage of it! Expelling the Moorish pagans and capturing the last Moorish capital is obviously an honor that only belongs to the queen!..."
Chris pursed his lips and cursed a few more words. Then he lowered his head, recalling the magnificence of the Alhambra Red Palace, the smoke-filled myrtle courtyard, and the seven-story mural of the Envoy The starry wall of the hall, the lion courtyard with one hundred and twenty-four stone pillars, the two sisters hall with stalactite roof, and the king's hall with carved paintings on the top of the mountain...ah! It is simply the residence of the Lord and the real palace of the king. , completely incomparable to the Sintra Palace in Portugal and the Galiana Palace in Castile!…
"The Lord witnesses! Merda! That is the place where a real man should live! Cazzo! I, Christopher Columbus, will definitely become the great navigator who discovered the rich Khitan, and become a high-ranking nobleman!..."
"Da da da!…"
The clatter of horse hoofs woke up Christopher Columbus, who was murmuring in fantasy. He suddenly recovered from the mule and drew out the sharp dagger from his waist. However, a blood-stained cross flag fluttered in the wind, announcing that the storm was sweeping across the country.
Death and killing in the land of Nada. Running quickly from the west of the wooden bridge was a group of cross knights carrying long swords and crossbows, wearing light breastplates, and full of murderous intent!
This chapter has been completed!