Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Forty Four: The First Fight, the 'Thunder' of the 'Evil'
"Vaffanculo! What's going on?! How come the natives here are completely different from those in the Bahamas? The natives in the Bahamas are so warm, peaceful and friendly... Damn it! This is the first time I've seen the natives of Cuba.
How can people be so hostile? They don’t even want to accept the gifts we send...How can we supply food and water?...Merda! What a damn barbarian!..."
On the Santa Maria, Columbus cursed and stared at the vigilant native villages on the shore with a serious expression. He stared, tilted his long face, carefully watched the hedgehog-like native spearmen, and judged
The strength of the native villages. These native spearmen are obviously divided into two types.
The first type is the naked men of the tribe, carrying stone spears, standing at the front of the fence. These men are divided into several teams, with dozens of people in each team. The number is very large, and they are overwhelming. Chapter 1
The second type is the elite spearmen who wear simple leather armor, carry longer spears, and stand behind. There are only about thirty or forty such leather armor spearmen, and they line up in a row like a battle team. And they
In the middle, there were two chief officers wearing white-gold armor, looking at the fleet carefully.
Columbus looked at it carefully for a moment, suddenly startled, and asked the navigator Pedro.
"Merda! Pedro! You have the best eyes, let me take a good look! Those natives in the back wearing leather armor, are the shining spears in their hands copper spears? And the two native leaders wearing
The armor, is it bronze armor?!..."
"Ah? Let me see...Boss! Among the spears of the natives, some are indeed green-gold, like bronze. Others are black-gray, looking like iron? But most of them are gray.
The fluttering, like the natives in the Bahamas, should be made of stone. As for the armor of the native officers... Carlo, Carlo! Are those two half-length armors made of copper?..."
Hearing this, the goldsmith Carlo squinted his eyes, changed his posture, and looked at the different reflections before he answered affirmatively.
"That's right! The yellow light is a bit glaring, and it's also a bit green, a bit like a 3-pounder gun... It's indeed bronze armor!..."
"Lord! Is it really bronze armor? A pair of bronze armor must weigh at least thirty pounds, right? That's all money!..."
After confirming that it was indeed bronze armor, the navigator Pedro immediately took a breath of air. A greedy glint appeared in his eyes, and he looked at the native leader as if he were looking at a pile of moving copper coins!
At the end of the 15th century, a standard Malawidi copper coin is about 3-4 grams, and the copper content depends on the conscience of the coiner. In the Kingdom of Castile, one pound of bronze is worth at least one pound.
Two hundred copper coins. As for the price of a pound of cotton cloth, it is much more expensive than bronze. Such a pair of bronze armor or bronze cloth armor, simply calculated, will cost thousands of Malawedi copper coins. This is much higher than ordinary
Infantry armor is much more expensive, almost the same price as fine iron half armor!…
However, there was no shortage of copper in Europe during the Middle Ages, and the price of copper was much lower than that in East Asia. If this bronze armor were placed in East Asia, it would be enough to spend four or five coins to buy twice as much refined iron...
"Boss! These naked natives dare to show such hostility and offense to our Lord's messenger! Why not let the Pinta and Ninia fire two cannons to give them a good look?
The majesty of the Lord!…”
"Yes! Joder! Fire the cannon first, then the gun! Surge into the native village and rob all the valuable things!..."
"Co?o! There are women! Attack the village, steal money and women's happiness!..."
"Vaffanculo! Shut up, you idiots! Can't you see? This is Sipan ancient Japan! The natives here are different from the natives in the Indies! ... Give me a good look
, this is a large tribe of natives. There are at least three to four hundred native spearmen on the shore, and they are all on guard! The tribes here also have copper spears and iron spears, so they are not unarmed... And our three ships combined can total
There are only 88 people! How many people are you planning to die to attack this big tribe’s village?!… Bah! What a bunch of idiots!”
On the deck of the Santa Maria, the sailors were shouting in confusion, like hyenas seeing their prey. Columbus yelled and scolded, suppressing the greedy sailors. At this time, he was more sober than everyone else.
After all, if he didn't have this kind of ability to bully the weak and fear the strong, he would have been killed by Jewish creditors or Shinra mercenaries in an unknown corner...
At this moment, Columbus looked at the Taino tribe on guard on the shore, cursing, but his expression was particularly solemn.
"Merda! What the hell! It's been almost 1,500 years since the birth of the Son of God, and these Sipangu Japanese are still wearing bronze armor from the ancient Greek era!..."
"Well... listen to me! Don't shoot off cannons and shout to kill! Give some gifts and let the native guides from the Bahamas go and shout! We are the messengers of the Lord, friends of peace and friendship! ... This is so powerful.
Since the big tribe is not easy to rob, they should trade well! Wouldn’t it be nice to use worthless glass beads in exchange for their valuable gold and cotton?…”
"boom!…"
"Merda! What's going on? Who fired the cannon?!..."
Columbus reprimanded the sailors and was about to send two more native guides and give some gifts to express "goodwill"... Not far away, the Pinta suddenly heard a deafening sound of cannon! Then, a 3-pound cannon fired.
The iron bullet whizzed out from the bow of the Pingta and crashed into the fish pond on the edge of the village, causing a huge splash of water!
"Damn it! It's the Pinta! Oh Hiramatsu, that idiot whose head was gored by a bullfight! Damn it!..."
"boom!…"
Seeing the Pinta fire a cannon, the Ninha did not hesitate, and then fired a cannon at the Taino village. This iron bullet was slightly on point, and it hit the outer fence hard, splashing
Big pile of dirt!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Ancestor! This is the thunder of the devil! Just like in the prophecy, the devil will also release thunder!..."
"The Lord of the Sun of Hummingbird! The white-skinned demon actually has such strong magic power!..."
"O Lord God! It's an evil devil, a real evil devil... Please, save us!..."
Facing the thunder of the ship at sea, one or two thousand Taíno tribesmen in the village shouted in panic and fear. Some of them trembled on the ground, some howled and prayed, and some even ran in panic and fled into the woods behind them.
Influenced by the tribesmen, the Taíno militiamen guarding the fence suddenly became disorganized and wavered.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Seeing the commotion and fleeing of the native villages, the Pinta and Ninia soon fired their cannons again. The sailors on the two ships were shouting and swearing while using match ropes from a distance.
Gun shooting. At such a distance of two hundred steps, the matchlock gun certainly has no accuracy, that is, it makes a threatening sound to undermine the morale on the shore! And such an operation, using gunpowder weapons to intimidate the native tribes, is very harmful to the native tribes.
For Liangya's exploration fleet, it has always been tried and tested.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
After two rounds of test firings, in the third round of artillery, one shot finally hit the fence. The heavy 3-pound iron bullet roared and fell into the guarding Taino militia. It was like a witchcraft shot by an evil spirit.
Killed two people!
"Ah! It's the demon's thunder! The demon also has the same magic power as the Lord God!..."
"If you die in the thunder of the devil, your soul will fall into the abyss after death, right?..."
"Ancestor! Lord God! Save us!"
Seeing the bloody and bloody scene and hearing the continuous terrifying thunder, a group of Taíno militiamen guarding that section of the fence, after being stunned for a few breaths, let out panic and confused shouts! They actually dropped their long rifles.
Spear, turned around and fled towards the village!
"Huh? God bless you! These ancient Japanese tribes in Sipan are actually afraid of artillery, just like the ignorant Indian natives?!... Strange! Didn't artillery come from the east? It was mentioned in Marco Polo's travels
, the ancient people of Xipan were very fierce and resisted two Mongol armies..."
Seeing the chaotic scene of the natives on the shore, Columbus opened his mouth wide, and instantly became energetic. With a "clang" sound, he pulled out the stabbing sword at his waist, and a fierce light appeared on his face. His greedy and fierce gaze, for a moment,
He looked at the hundreds of strong natives who began to flee in front of the fence, and then stared at the dozens of elite spearmen behind who were blocking the shouts.
Those elite armored spearmen all held up metal spears, and there seemed to be some pattern engraved on their foreheads. Faced with the bombardment of the fleet's artillery, although their morale was shaken, they were obviously stronger than the natives.
At this moment, two officer leaders in bronze armor, surrounded by elite spearmen, shouted loudly to stop the disintegrating men in the front row.
God bless you, if this large tribe of natives, like the southern natives in the Portuguese navigation biography, is quickly defeated under the bombardment of artillery...then he will never show mercy, nor will he talk about "good trade".
Just take the sailors ashore and burn them to death!
"God bless you! Gold! Pearls! Dye! Cotton!...Why exchange what you can steal? Haha! I, Columbus, am the governor appointed by the queen with full power, and I am also the unquestionable lord of this big island of Cuba! No matter it is
At least a quarter of the wealth stolen by anyone must be handed over to me!"
