Chapter 1,153 The second fight, 'Fly' versus 'Bullfighting', escape!
The turbid river water rushed into the not-wide Jibala Bay. Various shouts broke the peace and calm that had existed for hundreds of years. At this moment, the two sides confronting and fighting were several people under the command of the Kingdom in the Lake.
The Tylenol Militia, and eighty sailors from the Castilian Exploration Fleet!
"Get on the boat, besiege the demons, and fight for God! Roar!..."
As the sun rose in the sky, the Taíno spider cave tribe was full of people. Under the instigation of the priests and warriors of the chief god, the tribe's strong men were mobilized. They carried spears, slings, and slings on their backs.
The flint javelins gathered on the wide coast and yelled at the big ship with all their strength!
In fact, the peaceful and kind-hearted Taino people, even though they are tall and powerful, and even after two or three years of training, are still not a good fighting group. Their only source of courage lies in the fact that they far exceed the number of "evils" and fight against each other.
The "thunder" released, the "blessing" of the main god priest, and the warriors of the kingdom who dominate the battle!
"The Lord God bless you! Pious warriors of the Lord God, pick up your slings and javelins and fight for the God!..."
"O Lord! These ignorant natives dare to attack the kingdom's fleet first! Are they crazy? How dare they use such a small canoe to attack our big ship?"
Under the disbelieving gaze of Columbus, the commander of the expeditionary force, the first wave of forty canoes, loaded with more than a hundred Taíno fishermen who were naked and only wearing loincloths, rushed toward the fleet with wild shouts!
"Don't be afraid! Hurry! Paddle up and surround their boat!..."
"Blessed by the Lord of the Sun! We don't have to get close... we can throw stones and javelins from afar to kill the evil spirits on the ship!..."
These canoes were only two or three meters long, close to the sea level, and each boat could only carry three or four people. The fishermen on board paddled quickly and rushed towards the three "evil" boats, like a group of flexible Cuban "
"Flies", buzzing, rushing towards three ferocious Castilian "Bullfighting Bulls".
"Vaffanculo! These stupid and arrogant natives! What on earth are they going to do? They don't have a ram for the bow, a rope for jumping, or even an iron cone for hewing the ship... They are rushing over, shouting to die.
Of?!Merda!…”
Columbus cursed loudly, with puzzled contempt and furious irritation in his eyes. In such a shallow bay close to the coast, the natives' rowing boats were obviously more nimble than the ocean-going sailing ships!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Soon, the small boats of the natives circled around and rushed into the gap between the three ships. The strong natives on the boats shouted and used slings to shoot stone bullets or throw simple javelins. They did not have the courage to join the gang.
, and there is no condition to join the gang at all. All they can do is to constantly throw and harass, and keep shouting intimidation!
Such a powerless harassment was not painful at all to the three condescending ocean-going ships, but it just made people extremely irritated. The most furious among the people was Commander Columbus, who was wearing too bright clothes and was stoned by the natives.
He stood on the bow of the boat, which was nearly four meters above the water, covering his swollen forehead, retreating in panic and yelling angrily.
Soon, there was roaring thunder on the three sailing ships! Two 3-pound cannons and more than twenty matchlock guns flashed with dazzling fire. However, this round of powerful shooting caused a commotion in the sea.
The waves hit only two Taino sailors. In such a chaotic and undulating sea, shooting such a flexible "fly" is much more difficult than shooting a village on the shore!…
"Damn it! These nasty flies! It really makes me sick!...Merda! I want to see how much energy you have left and how much longer you can row?!..."
Seeing the results of the shooting, Columbus turned pale and gritted his teeth angrily. Then the second round of thunderous bombardment followed.
"Boom! Boom!... Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Under the bombardment of the fleet, the native canoes scurried around in panic, like flies being dispersed, escaping everywhere. But new canoes continued to join, and canoes that were scared away kept returning. The canoes surrounding the fleet continued to
There are more and more flies, from thirty to forty ships to fifty ships, and flying stones are everywhere. This situation of being surrounded by natives is like flies shouting out dogs, which makes Castil
The hearts of Leah sailors were cast by an unknown shadow!
"Haha! It turns out that these so-called 'evil demons' only have this kind of strength! They lack bows and arrows and can't flexibly charge. They can't even take down the first wave of testing militiamen!... It's useless for me to follow the will of God and be on tenterhooks.
Yeah, I’ve been carefully preparing for so long!…”
Looking at the messy sea surface, the leader of the spider cave warriors, Silver Crow Warrior Osprey, narrowed his eyes and gradually raised the corners of his mouth. He no longer hesitated, raised the spear with the flag tied high, and swung it down towards the sea surface with all his strength!
"The Lord God bless you! The devout warriors of the Lord God, pick up the oil cans and torches and fight for the God!..."
"O Lord! Damn, damn, damn flies! I'm going to turn the boat around, knock you over one by one, and send you into the sea one by one!..."
The three Castilian sailing ships turned their bows and began to collide stiffly, firing another round of artillery and muskets. The surrounding "swarm of flies" was knocked over by two canoes, and was dispersed again.
There were also a lot less stone bullets. However, while the firearms were being reloaded, a new batch of twelve canoes, loaded with fifty leather-armored militiamen, suddenly rushed from the shore with shouts!
"Row quickly, row quickly! Charge forward, charge forward! The number of demons is smaller than ours, they can't defeat us!..."
"Blessed by the Lord Sun! Wrap the cotton thread on the torch tightly and soak it in the tung oil of the Malabu tree!..."
"Yes! That's it! Light the torch and speed up! ... When you get close to the demon's ship, throw the torch on it! ..."
"The Lord God bless you! Throw the torch! Burn the evil spirit to death! Throw it!!..."
Under the cover of the first wave of canoes, the second wave of canoes came quickly, and the elite militia paddlers rowed very fast. Their beliefs were more pious and their courage was even higher. Even their courage was still lacking.
They couldn't support the melee fighting. But they still had the courage to rush to the demon's big boat, throw the lit oil torch on it, and row away quickly... This way, they didn't need to be harassed from the front!
"Hoo! Bang!..."
One, three, ten!... The second wave of canoes scurrying around, like ants spraying flames, kept throwing lit oil torches onto the Castilian ships. This kind of throwing torches
The cost is very low and the production is very simple. Just use a short stick that is easy to throw, wrap one end tightly with thick cotton cloth, soak it with oil and light it. However, such a simple weapon poses a far greater threat to three large ships.
Far stronger than throwing stones, bows and arrows and javelins!
"Hoo! Bang!..."
Many torches were thrown on the high side of the ship and flew back into the turbid sea. More torches were extinguished by the panicked sailors on the ship, and the remaining ones were thrown off the ship again... But there are always a few torches flying around.
Set fire to the ropes on the deck and even the linen clothes of the sailors!
"Holy... Holy Mother! The natives threw torches! They actually wanted to burn the boat!..."
"Damn it! This torch is stained with oil! It's still burning after being thrown in!... Damn it! How come they have so much oil!..."
"O Lord! Quick! Fight the flames quickly!... Throw the torch back!... Quick! Where is the water in stock! Bring it over quickly!..."
"Ah! Shameless and cunning barbarians! They want to burn us to death!!..."
This time, facing the small boats that kept throwing oil torches, the captains on the three sailboats all changed their expressions! When the random flames ignited and the choking smoke drifted, the Castilian captains
All the pride, confidence and anger dissipated in an instant and turned into unconcealable fear!
"Vaffanculo! Lord! Set fire to the boat? How can these natives in canoes really leave us?!... Diamine! These cruel savages! How dare they attack us brutally! They want to
Let the Lord’s people die, let the outstanding commander of the expedition die!!…”
"Capullo! Imbécil! Columbus, you irritable donkey, stop shouting! Put out the fire quickly!...Hurry up and order a U-turn, hoist the sails and escape!..."
On the flagship, the usually low-key second captain De La Cosa ran anxiously, shouting and trying to put out the fire everywhere. And the royal butler Gutierrez, who had always been calm, was also furious and personally gave orders to the sailors!
"The Lord is witness! In the name of the Queen! I command you! Turn around and retreat into the deep sea! ... No, the direction is wrong! Stupid low-class people! The wind is coming from the west, fill up the sails and head east! ..."
"Haha! The demon's big ship is smoking! Their copper beast has stopped ringing! ... No! They turned the ship around and they want to escape! The demon is going to escape!..."
The warrior leader Osprey looked at the fireworks on the beach with a high-spirited expression. But soon, his eyes widened and he saw that the demons wanted to escape! He dropped the iron spear fiercely and took off his own in a few seconds.
The bronze armor revealed his powerful upper body. Then, he picked up a long bow, picked up a pot of wrapped gunpowder arrows, and shouted sternly at the surrounding kingdom warriors.
"The Lord God bless you! Pious warriors of the Lord God, pick up your big bows and gunpowder arrows and fight for the God!"
"These big ships have no oarsmen! Set their sails on fire! They won't be able to escape!…"
"Yes! Boss!... Bring rockets and burn them to death!..."
The fierce warriors of the Kingdom agreed with a bang, taking off their bronze armor one after another, and boarding the boat with their bows in hand. Then, the third batch of twelve canoes, each carrying a warrior of the Kingdom carrying a bow and arrow, rowed quickly.
The militia of sailors with oars pursued the Castilian fleet as it turned to flee.
"Quick! Let's go! Don't worry about the idiots on the flagship! Our ship is fast, let's go first!..."
"Turn around! Turn around! Go to the open sea! The natives' boats are light and small, they can't stop us!..."
"Lord! It's the west wind! The west wind is strong! Full sail and sail eastward!…"
Jibala Bay is so wide that even if it is filled with three large ships and seventy or eighty small boats, it will not be crowded at all. But the bay at this moment is so narrow that all the large ships and small boats are gradually getting closer.
, so narrow that the rockets are constantly chasing after it!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The lit gunpowder arrows made a high-pitched sound and flew randomly in the sky, like firebirds scurrying around, desperately trying to light something!
"Vaffanculo!Merda!Minchia!"
Faced with the threat of death, Columbus on the flagship jumped to his feet and cursed continuously. At this moment, even his majestic admiral uniform was burned by the fire and turned into a black beggar's costume!
"Che cazzone! Sono incazzato!"
Columbus was furiously firing at the bow of the ship for a while, cursing the "shit idiots" on the two caravels for running faster than himself! He then turned around and looked back, angrily cursing the natives who kept firing rockets.
The small boat cursed those "venomous wasps" that were chasing after them even into the deep sea! Until a rocket flying around accidentally hit the tail sail at the stern of the boat and exploded into a ball of floating fire...
The outstanding, brave and fearless commander of the expeditionary force burst out with a shrill howl that shook the whole ship, just like a crow calling for death!
