"Boom! Boom!..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
"Quick! Fire more cannons, fire more guns! Shoot them to death!..."
"Haha! Bless the Virgin! The natives are afraid of the cannons, so they ran back! The natives are about to collapse!"
The sun sets in the west and sets on the sparkling lake bay, reflecting the swaying shadows of palm trees. Schools of plump fish swim in the lake bay, and seabirds spread their wings and circle in the sky. And the fish ponds and cassava fields
and wooden houses spread along the lakeshore, like the roots of Yucahu, the mythical god of cassava, left in the hot soil of Cuba, leaving the Taíno people with long-term peace and vitality!
There is no doubt that this is a fertile and beautiful lakeside. The Taino fishing bay tribe is located on the shore of the big lake. It has inherited hundreds of peaceful springs and summers and nurtured thousands of tribes. In the past
For hundreds of thousands of years, the Taíno people wrote at sunrise, sang at sunset, were born in laughter, and closed their eyes in tranquility. This has never changed.
They ate cassava and sea fish, chewed tobacco leaves and grass stems, prayed to their ancestors in wooden houses, and got married and had children in shacks. They did not have cruel fighting among tribes, did not need to pay any tribute, and did not even have the tribe's descendants and gods.
level. They raised children collectively, supported the elderly collectively, and lived peacefully for decades, until the cassava poison accumulated and the tobacco leaves died of overdose. They have never seen the cruel blood and fire, nor have they known the severe cold of autumn and winter. What they can imagine
, the most extreme form of evil is just the Siguayo tribe that steals fish and snatches dogs!
However, at this moment, with the sudden arrival of the Castilian sailing ship, the everlasting peace and tranquility, like the palm trees reflected in the water, were scratched by the tip of the passing ship, and there will never be peace again!
The ancient and peaceful past ends at this moment, just like the old Taino god who is about to die. And the future of blood, fire, disease and fighting will be accompanied by the mark of the sun hummingbird and the cross flags that keep arriving, a cruel and long entanglement
Go on until…
"Boom! Boom!..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
"God bless! The native spearmen collapsed from the fence! They fled into the village!..."
"Boss! The natives are defeated! Such a big village must be extremely rich! Let's quickly put down the boat and go ashore to grab gold and women!..."
Continuous fire of artillery and matchlocks rang out from the bow of the sailing ship, shooting towards the large villages on the shore. Under the bombardment of several rounds of artillery, the hundreds of Taíno militiamen stationed at the fence finally collapsed! The militiamen were panicked.
Shouting in panic, he turned around and fled towards the village. Dozens of elite spearmen in leather armor, together with two warrior officers in bronze armor, were also trapped by hundreds of fleeing tribesmen and were forced to abandon the outer fence and go to the village.
Towards the center of the village.
Seeing this scene, the sailors on the three sailing ships of the Kingdom of Castile erupted into cheers and greedy and cruel wolf howls. The prosperous tribal villages and the fleeing native militias were like women who had taken off their clothes.
, so stimulated the desires of the sailors! Soon, the Pinta and the Ninja began to put down the armed boats, preparing to carry the sailors to land, so grab a good one!
"Brother-in-law! The natives have fled! The Pinta and Ninja have raised their flags of plunder and lowered their landing boats! ... God bless you! Let's send sailors ashore quickly! If it's too late!
, the good things were robbed by others..."
"Vaffanculo! Call me commander!... Damn it! These two idiots, the Pinson brothers, opened fire without authorization, did not obey my orders at all, and now they are commanding my fleet to land?!...Merda! Are they the commanders of the expeditionary force, or are they?
Am I the commander of the expeditionary force?... Damn it! Sooner or later I will hang them on the mast with my own hands!..."
On the Santa Maria, Columbus cursed in a low voice and continued to look at the situation on the shore. He stared at the two chief officers in bronze armor, watching them retreat to the longhouse in the center of the village, and then in one place
On the simple stone altar, I personally set up a large "round and bird" flag.
Then, thirty or forty leather-armored spearmen regrouped next to the altar and the eye-catching flag. They also chanted loudly and repeatedly, causing the fleeing tribal spearmen around them to gradually stop.
They gathered together again and even set up their spears again.
"Huh? What are these natives shouting over and over again?... Vizi Lobo Chitli? Is this the name of their lord? Or is it some evil, tribal evil totem?..."
Columbus frowned, observing the situation in the native village, but did not issue an order to land. Soon, there was another round of deafening cannon fire, and two 3-pound cannons fired whistling iron bullets, which went straight into the village fence.
On the inside, a shack was knocked down and a large cloud of grass blades was thrown up.
"Boom boom!..."
"Merda! Something's wrong! Something's wrong!...At this distance...the ship's artillery can no longer hit the natives in the center of the village?!..."
Columbus widened his eyes and looked at the position where the artillery was bombarded, and his expression became solemn again. The 3-pound cannons on the two caravels were all short-barreled Esmery cannons. This kind of cannon weighed about 300-400 pounds.
The maximum range is 700-800 meters, and the effective range that can be aimed is only 200-300 meters. But now, the native spearmen have abandoned the outer fence and retreated to the center of the village. The artillery on the ship can hardly hit it.
Got it!
"Boom boom!..."
"Brother-in-law...Commander! Seeing the boats landing from the other two ships, the sailors on the flagship couldn't help it anymore! Look, the two boatswains on the ship are already taking people off the ship..."
"Merda! These brainless idiots should be left to feed the fishes! They are about to forcibly disembark from the ship even before I, the commander, give the order?!... Damn it! They are really idiots who deserve to be hanged!..."
"Brother-in-law! Even if you are the commander of the expeditionary force, you can't stop everyone from robbing and making money!... You'd better give the order quickly! If you don't give the order, the boatswain will force people to disembark, and it will be embarrassing..."
"Vaffanculo! Alana, I'll stay on the boat, and you take the idiots on board off the boat... Don't worry, listen to me! Look carefully, these elite spearmen of the natives did not really collapse under the bombardment of the artillery.
They retreated to the center of the village to reorganize... They are not even afraid of artillery, they are definitely not ordinary natives!..."
Columbus glanced at the flagship with fierce eyes, but only saw the unruly expressions of the bosuns. He gritted his teeth and looked at the small boats put down by the Pinta and Ninja. There were more than forty people in these two ships, and they were ready to prepare at this moment.
There were only about twenty sailors who landed. And he looked at the center of the village again. Under the flag of "Circle and Bird", in addition to forty elite leather-armored spearmen, more and more people
The native spearmen are recovering from the rout...
"Brother-in-law, don't worry! We have more than 20 matchlock guns, which are enough to suppress the natives!..."
"Alana, just understand! Don't rush forward to fight! The sailors' daggers can't break through the neat array of spears... The Lord has witnessed it! Press the sailors and shoot with matchlocks from a distance! Unless the opponent's
The spear array is completely broken up, otherwise don't charge..."
"Uh! Brother-in-law, you were so brave in the Bahamas before, killing people without blinking an eye! Why are you so timid at this critical moment..."
"Bah, call me commander! Alana, you idiot! How can it be the same between an unarmed native who only kowtows to beg for mercy, and a native who holds an iron spear and is not even afraid of artillery?... If you are poked by a native
If he dies, little Ferdinand will have no uncle, and I will no longer have reliable manpower... Remember! Follow behind and let the idiots under the Pinson brothers charge first! Such a big island, with so many native villages, can't
Maybe it's all this kind of hard fight... There will be more opportunities to grab things in the future!..."
After hearing Columbus's instructions, Alana was startled, and then nodded seriously. Then, more than twenty flagship sailors got off the ship, took two armed boats, and landed on the white beach. And three ships
The people who landed the ship gathered at the lakeside and gathered about 50 sailors who could cut and kill, as well as more than 20 matchlock guns. This was almost the maximum strength that the fleet could gather...
"Boom! Boom!..."
The artillery on the ship was still firing, and the shells fell randomly into the village, throwing up chaotic dust. At this distance, the artillery had completely lost its accuracy, leaving only psychological intimidation and shock. More than fifty castti
The Leah sailors howled wildly and approached the tribal village in a chaotic manner. Within two quarters of an hour of landing, dozens of strong spearmen gathered next to the flag in the center of the village.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise Huitzilopochtli!... The powerful Lord God gives you blessings! At the altar of the Lord God, the demon's thunder will lose its power... They can't hit here, and they can't hit the altar!..."
"Gather! Gather! You cowardly turkeys, get back in line! Hold on to your spears, just like you did during training...point the spearhead outward! Aim at the white-skinned demons who have landed!...
"
Under the scolding and comfort of the two bronze-armored warriors, the 300 Taíno militiamen who had been scared away by the artillery reunited a hundred people. Perhaps it was the altar of the main god so close at hand that gave them the courage to cheer up, or perhaps as the warriors of the kingdom said
He said that the thunderbolt on the evil ship could not reach the center of the village...
Before the landing sailors launched an attack, more than a hundred Taino spearmen had already raised their spears again! They established another defensive line around the tribal longhouse to guard the ancestral Zemi in the longhouse.
God card, and the altar of the main god that protects the entire tribe!
"Co?o! Damn it! Why did these scattered natives gather together again?! Why didn't they continue to escape?..."
"Lord! Look at the altar with the flag, it should be some kind of native evil god totem!... They were bewitched by the evil god and wanted to guard the evil altar!..."
"Ah! We're in trouble now!...Who will lead the charge?..."
Francisco Pinzon, the second of the three Pinzon brothers, personally went into battle and took more than 20 sailors from two caravels to reach the outermost fence first. But when he saw clearly more than a hundred steps away, the center of the village was reopened.
The expressions of the native spearmen in formation, who were originally smiling wildly, became serious again.
"Co?o! I thought it was a piece of fat, but I didn't know there was a bone hidden in it!..."
"Boss, what should I do? Do you want to charge?!"
"Charge, charge! There are so many spears, are you going to take the lead in charging?...You are saying such nonsense, in such a narrow village, are you going to charge the spear array in front? I thought you were wearing it.
Master knight in plate armor!... Damn it! Why don't these natives escape?... Hey! That seems to be...Joder! Bronze spear and iron spear?!..."
"Uh...then...boss, what should we do now?"
"Blessed Mother, shoot with the matchlock! Shoot through the fence and disperse the gathered native spearmen!... Let Bato and Chachu's men come over quickly, they have many muskets!... Joder! It's their fault for being slow.
Tuntun, let the natives get together again! Next, we must urge them to send people to send...charge!..."
Soon, more than fifty Castilian sailors holding short daggers gathered at the fence outside the village. They cursed loudly and cursed at one or two hundred Taino spearmen not far away, but
Never cross the fence. After a moment of confrontation, more than 20 matchlock guns lit the fire gate and fired deadly lead bullets at the spearmen in the center of the village!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
This chapter has been completed!