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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 flows like a blue jade belt among the gray and yellow dry land. The canals that the Moors have built for hundreds of years are spreading out one after another along the long east-west river, like roots extending from the blue trunk. Where the blue roots extend, there are patches of charming green. The ancient orchards and farmland still retain the mark of fertility, as if they existed from the Carthage era two thousand years ago until today.

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 were cut down and turned into firewood for the army. The fields are also full of luxuriant weeds, and the Moorish farmers working the fields are missing.

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 people wandering around in the wilderness are hyenas with red eyes, crows full of carrion, and squads of Crusaders patrolling and plundering... Oh, there are also two people riding mules, heading west along the long river, almost A man walking to the long bridge by the river.

"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, doing, doing, doing, and they don’t understand a little bit of navigation, not even a little bit of shit!"

The older man sat on the mule, cursing angrily and looking back reluctantly. He has auburn hair, a messy beard, a long donkey face full of ferocity, and high cheekbones on his forehead.

At this moment, he stared at the mountains in the eastern sky with wide blue eyes, and also looked at the majestic and majestic city of Granada. And those longing eyes were like being able to penetrate the solid city wall and see the flags of Castile and Aragon flying on the Abraham Palace from more than twenty miles away.

"Merda! The stupid Talavera ()! He said 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 documents for exploration to sail westward. …Now I’ve been brain-damaged by bullfighting again, spraying feces from my butt, telling me that my sailing plan won’t work, and that my return conditions are too ridiculous!…”

"Bah! Vaffanculo! These Castilian Navigation Commission know nothing! They are just as stupid as those **** 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 elder 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 elder brother's mood. The eldest brother, Chris, held the plan of sailing and exploring westward, and spent twenty years traveling between palaces in various countries. From the age of 20 when he was young to the current age of forty-two, not only did he get nothing, I still owe a lot of debt...

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This time, with great difficulty, they met the heroic Queen Isabella through the leadership of confessor Talavera, accompanied the queen to witness the surrender and dedication of the Moorish king, and even walked into the world together as victors. The beautiful Abraham Palace! …O Lord! This was almost the closest to success among all their interviews! But in the end, the Queen's Navigation Committee once again rejected their exploration proposal to sail westward...

"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 also I went into the Abraham Palace, which is the famous pagan Red Palace! Wow, the beautiful love tree, the luxurious star wall, and so many tall pillars! ... I want to come and talk to 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..."

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 his surrender a month ago seemed like yesterday. And the long siege and fighting that he heard from the knights in the camp were 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. It 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 tightly surrounded the entire city of Gran Rada. The Crusaders controlled all the surrounding highlands and mountains, and even built fortresses of wood and stone, overlooking the big cities on the highlands. In the siege that has continued in recent years, this ancient and majestic Moorish capital has reached a moment of exhaustion...

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 spear to nail the provocative letter of the queen to the outer tent!

In response to this provocation, the Castilian knight Hernando de Purgar raided a tower in the middle of the night, rushed into the city, and nailed the wooden sign of "Hail Mary" to the He quickly escaped from the door of the Moorish Dome Temple... This kind of knightly bravery in the medieval era still deeply remains in the armies of both sides, like some kind of final glory 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, blocked all mountain roads, cut off the water source of the big city of Granada, and even threw rotting corpses into the city. He showed his dishonorable and despicable side at all times... He is not worthy of our heroic glory. Queen! …

"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..."

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Chris licked his lips and whispered a prayer. 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 and was so beautiful...

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. The pagan king of the Moors finally could no longer hold on and sent a messenger in despair, announcing his surrender to Queen Isabella.

The day of the surrender was a sunny morning. The queen, along with her entourage and her "ugly" husband Fernando, walked through the narrow mountain pass under the **** of a large group of Christian knights. Behind them, there are many nobles of the kingdom, royal officials, some scholars, and "great navigators"...

As we approached the city gate, the "uglier" pagan king Abu Abdullah, with 50 Moorish cavalry, came out of the city gate on horseback. Seeing the heroic Queen, he turned over and dismounted, lowered his head like an "ugly green toad", and even wanted to kiss the Queen's hand! …

The queen decisively rejected him and waved her hand to him. "Green Toad" the 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. Use them with mercy and moderation..."

Then the pagan king took out the keys to Abraham's palace and gave them to the queen. The Queen waved her hand again and asked King Fernando to pick it up. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com King Fernando took the key and handed it to Count Tenadilla, the governor of the Alhambra Palace...

"Bah! The shameless Aragonese just stepped in 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 and recalled the majesty of the Red Palace of the Alhambra, the myrtle courtyard filled with green smoke, the star wall of the Ambassador Hall with seven floors of murals, and the lion courtyard with 124 stone pillars. , the two sisters' halls on the 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, the true king's palace, completely incomparable to the Sintra Palace in Portugal and the Galiana Palace in Castile! …

"The Lord witnesses! Merda! That is 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 hooves woke up Christopher Columbus who was whispering in his imagination. With a start, he came to his senses from the mule and drew out the sharp dagger from his waist. However, a **** cross flag fluttered in the wind, announcing the death and carnage sweeping the land of Granada. Running quickly from the west of the wooden bridge was a group of murderous cross knights carrying long swords and crossbows, wearing light breastplates!

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