Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Four: Escape, Columbuss Crisis
The sea is boundless blue, and the sky is desolate and vast. Dozens of small boats chase three large ships, the Taíno militiamen shout and howl fanatically, the oarsmen cut through the bloody sea of the setting sun, and the warriors shoot out roaring fire!
The fire ignited between the sea and the sky, flickering like a guiding light, foreshadowing an unknown death. The three large ships had already filled their sails, desperately throwing away their heavy supplies and cargo, and fled to the depths of the East China Sea.
The panicked Castilian sailors wailed and prayed, and the frightened captains of the exploration team yelled and jumped. And the suddenly cut cables and the burning remains of the sails were like judgment falling from the ceiling!
"Diamine! Throw the burned stern sail into the sea! Throw all the belongings into the sea! Throw the supplies into the sea too!...Merda! Throw it all away! Hurry! Hurry up!...It's getting dark! It's going to be dark soon!
blacken!…
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, the Pinson brothers, relying on the speed of their ship, actually abandoned their flagship..."
"Merciful Lord! Please protect us!..."
The commander of the expeditionary force, with a gray face, ran around on the deck, making angry and distressed shouts. The sailors on the flagship were busy putting out the fire, praying to God with unprecedented piety. All the cargo supplies were
Being left behind just to make the ship go faster. And this kind of running on the edge of death is like the sword of doom hanging on everyone's head, constantly approaching, until darkness pours in from the horizon, covering up everything that is dangerous...
"Holy Mother! It's finally dark! The devil's natives can't catch up... They have stopped, we are safe!"
Night fell silently, with only a few flickers of firelight remaining. The sailors who fell into the sea, the remaining sails hanging down in the sea, and the cargo desperately thrown from the big ship were all flowing like helpless waves in the deep sea.
.As Columbus watched nervously, the pursuing native "devil" finally stopped and began to salvage the final harvest. And when they picked up the five white captives who had fallen into the water, the pious cheers from the heart were in the deep sea.
The edge resounded, making the sailors in the fleet tremble!
"Praise to the Lord God! Praise to Huitzilopochitli!... With the blessing of the Lord God, we defeated the evil spirits, and we caught a palm sacrifice!..."
"O Lord! These savage Sipanese! Diamine!...The treasures I left behind, my money!..."
Night is the best cover, and the west wind is making a deep dumb laugh. All the big ships and small boats are scattered together in the dark night, leaving only a scene of crowded celebrations and a scene of heart-wrenching lamentation.
That night the west wind roared, and the sailors sailed in the endless darkness, smelling the salty smell of death and failure. Until the sea and sky were vast, the fighting and shouting disappeared without a trace, as if a nightmare had finally faded. A golden sunrise emerged from Xiwei
The east rises, illuminating the desolate deep sea, and the three sea ships that have gathered together again after running away all night.
The Castilian fleet gathered together and anchored in this deep and unknown blue sea. This is obviously the depth of the sea, and there is no trace of the coast. It can be slightly repaired. And take a closer look with the skylight
, the sides and decks of the three sea-going ships were all burned by the tung oil torches thrown by the natives, and everything was ashes and a mess. As for the largest flagship, the Santa Maria, only the foresail and mainsail, including the stern, were left.
The sails were all burned. As for all the sailors, their faces were blackened by the smoke and they were in a miserable state, as if they had turned into black-skinned natives from the southern continent.
"Merda! Hurry up and get water and flush the deck!...Huh? Brother Pinson has raised a flag and wants to come over for a meeting?...Minchia! These two bastards can escape faster than anyone else!..."
Under the orders of the captains, the morale of the sailors was low. They fetched water from the sea and cleaned the blackened deck. After this fighting and fire, many places on the ship were damaged. These damages to the hull urgently needed carpenters to repair.
At least it needs to be reinforced with wood, otherwise once there is a storm, the hull is likely to fall apart. But now they lack ship materials, no place where they can safely repair the ship, and they don't even have much supplies...
"Merda! May you fall into the sea and drown!..."
Columbus looked gloomy as he watched the captains of the two caravels, each carrying a few cronies and weapons, climb onto his ship using rope ladders. He squinted his eyes and counted for a while. After two fights, the Pinta
There are only 12 people left on board, and 17 people are left on the Ninia, plus the 34 people on his own ship... The 88-person exploration fleet that arrived in the Bahamas now has only 63 people. However, the flagship has the most people, which has the advantage.
at me…
"Lord! What damn natives! They kept chasing us, as crazy as demons!... If the commander hadn't ordered to abandon all the stolen goods, our ship would have been caught!... Damn it!
!Captain Hiramatsu, why are you running so fast?..."
"Alana! Shut up and get your weapons!...Brothers Pingsong and Pingsong, what are you two doing here?..."
Columbus was wearing black aristocratic clothing, and the admiral's hat on his head had fallen to nowhere. He had fierce eyes, holding the rapier at his waist, and looked at the two Captain Hiramatsu who were boarding the ship, as if his territory was threatened.
, a hyena ready to bite.
The expressions of the two captains of Pinzon remained unchanged. They first said hello to the royal butler Gutierrez, who was trying to maintain his appearance, and then exchanged a few greetings with the solemn-looking second captain De La Cosa. Finally, the great Pinzon Martin
Alonso's eyes flashed, he glanced at the surviving sailors on the flagship, and then he glanced at the second boatswain Cha Chu covertly, and then he looked at Columbus, the commander of the expeditionary force.
"Greetings to you, Commander of the Expeditionary Force Columbus! Under your excellent leadership, the fleet suffered a shameful defeat and was defeated twice in a row by the natives..."
"Vaffanculo! Dahiramatsu, what do you mean?! Merda! You want to pass the responsibility to me? The fight with the natives failed, can you blame me?! Besides, the first time was all because of you..."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Lord witnesses! Commander Columbus, brother is just stating some facts!"
Pinzon Vicente Yáñez smiled, took a step forward, lowered his head slightly, and made an almost invisible courtesy to Columbus. Then he looked at the royal butler Gutierrez, and then at the stoned person.
Rodrigo, the injured scribe, said in a deep voice.
"Dear Royal Steward, Dear Clerk, the fleet's supplies are running low... The Santa Maria flagship has also been seriously damaged, and even the tail sail was burned... It's hard to say whether this will be a suitable flagship!
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Hearing this, the royal butler Gutierrez raised his eyebrows and looked at each other with the clerk Rodrigo. The flagship lost its tail sail, and its speed would drop by at least one-third. And the Santa Maria was already slow. If it encountered it again
The crazy chasing natives...
After pondering for a moment, both of them guessed what Xiaopingsong meant, and there was some movement in their eyes. However, neither of them spoke immediately, they just smiled faintly, as if they were watching something.
"Merda! Xiaopingsong, what are you talking about?...I, Columbus, am the commander of the fleet, the commander personally appointed by the Queen! The ship I am on is naturally the flagship of the fleet!..."
"The Lord witnesses! Columbus, the queen did appoint you as the fleet commander, but I'm afraid you are not qualified... Of course, I am just giving a pertinent opinion, not blaming you. After all, even if you cannot bring victory to the fleet,
Nor can you bring wealth to the sailors... Even if you are a failed and unqualified hapless commander, you still have a letter of appointment from the Queen..."
"Vaffanculo! Ohirasatsu! I'm going to kill you!..."
"What? Columbus, do you want to follow the tradition of the kingdom and have a brave duel with me?..."
The corner of Dahiramatsu's mouth raised, he reached out and patted the extended scimitar on his waist, and looked at Columbus provocatively. Faced with such a provocation, Columbus's face turned red, and he wished he could pull out his rapier on the spot and stab the strong Dahiramatsu to death!
...But after weighing the combat power of both sides, he still took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Dahiramatsu! As my captain, you are not qualified to duel with your commander!...What exactly do you want to say?..."
"Well, respected Commander Columbus. As a member of the fleet, we came here just to help the flagship and solve its predicament... If I remember correctly, the tail sail of the flagship should have been damaged once in a storm. This
The burned piece is already a spare sail, right?..."
Xiao Pingsong smiled politely and took what Ding Pingsong said. He stared at the livid Columbus with dark brown eyes. The two brothers seemed to be singing a double act, and they seemed to be the old wolf and the young wolf approaching alternately.
, gradually revealing the sharp teeth of greed!
"Blessed Mother! The flagship of the Santa Maria was severely damaged and has no tail sail and supplies. In such dangerous seas, this would really be fatal! ... But there is a spare tail sail on our two ships that can support the flagship
.We can also distribute some food, water, ropes, planks... to the flagship..."
"But! We need to replenish sailors, especially the Pinta, which suffered the most casualties... Dear Lord Columbus, you are the commander of the fleet. Please, you must help us!..."
