On a foggy morning, Sudan received a letter of persuasion from the Portuguese fleet.

After unpacking, a bloody little finger fell out of it.

Qing screamed and covered his mouth and rushed out, and Isabel felt nauseous. She forced herself to stay and wait for Yousuf to finish reading the letter, and saw his expression turn slightly ashen: "What's going on?"

He handed the letter paper, closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hands.

The Regent of Mombasa and the Navy Governor Pedro sent the letter in the name of the King of Portugal and the Governor of Goa, claiming that the Sultan, who was guilty of treason, must surrender unconditionally.

If he did not follow, he would receive a letter of urgency with a broken finger every day—no doubt, this cruel gift would come from the Sultan family who were captured by them.

This group of robbers entrenched on the seas has no credibility, and everyone knows it. Once they surrender, everyone will immediately suffer a catastrophe.

There are horrifying stories of countless rebels massacred by the Portuguese genocide on the coast of East Africa. The day when the weapons are put down is the moment of doomsday.

Emotion and reason are like two waving hammers that keep beating the boy constantly.

One side is family members with deep blood, and the other side is compatriots who follow themselves on the road of resistance and face the bloody struggle together. They should not have been measured at both ends of the scale, and no side can be abandoned.

The cold-blooded and ruthless commander did not intend to give him time to hesitate. The bloody broken finger letters were sent one by one.

The body has not yet fully recovered from the pain, and the torture of the mind has followed one after another.

He became even more haggard, and he was sleeping less and less, and he quickly lost weight. Everyone was worried that Sultan would fall ill.

He persisted until the fourth day.

After receiving the fourth letter of finger breaking, he sent a negotiation request to the Portuguese fleet.

During the previous battle, the garrison also captured a group of soldiers and prisoners, and Yousuf hoped to exchange them for his family.

On the fifth day, he no longer received bloody letters, but the response from the other party did not come.

The guards looking out in the afternoon exclaimed.

Everyone gathered on the wall and saw a gunboat sailing from the outer sea towards the castle. There was no signal on the ship, and no one knew what it was intended.

It broke down outside the range of the bronze cannon on the city wall, and many people appeared on the deck. The distance was too far, and the best-eyed shooter could not tell their identities.

A small black dot was pushed onto the bow of the boat and facing the Fort Jesus. He was pierced from behind and then fell to the sea, causing a little faint wave.

After all this, the Portuguese started to return without any hesitation - they did not intend to accept any conditions proposed by Mombasa.

There will be no negotiations, they are simply showing off their force and cruelty.

Distance becomes a protective barrier without realizing it, and the blurred and difficult-to-distinguished figures prevent people who witness the execution from impact.

The fishermen rushed to the sea area as soon as possible and dived into the bottom of the water to search separately.

When they found Old Odd, who had lost four fingers, his body was already cold and stiff. The look that stayed on his face showed that the tough guy had never surrendered until the last moment.

Yusuf held a brief funeral for him in the castle. People sang elegies for Old Ode, for the dead of his fellow countrymen, and for the possible coming, their own death.

Grief infected everyone, but no one retreated.

The day after the burial of Old Oud, before the new intimidation letter was sent, the guards found that the Sultan was missing.
Chapter completed!