Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty-One The Blood and Tears of Columbus
The sun was shining brightly, and the roar was loud. The undulating sea surface was intertwined with bright gold and light red. At the moment when the boat rose and fell, two low bow sounds merged into one and shot towards the side of the ship several meters high!
"Whoosh!..."
"Blessed Mother! Blessed by God! Blessed by the devil!...Merda! You clumsy idiots! Quickly... uh?! What the hell...!!"
Beside the stern rudder of the Virgin Mary, a gorgeous admiral's hat suddenly flew up, and the loud curses suddenly stopped, and then turned into a shrill and high-pitched scream!
"My ears! Ears!!..."
"Ah?! It's an arrow! It's a hidden arrow from the natives, shot from the boat behind!!..."
"Damn! Where are the muskets? Quick, shoot them with muskets!..."
"Brother-in-law!!"
“Diamiiii---chiaaaaa!!!…”
At the stern of the ship, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Columbus howled and stumbled, falling next to the ship's side. At this moment, his shrill scream was like a prolonged chant in a theater. This shocking high-pitched sound,
He can even surpass all the protagonists in the new drama that is popular in the Italian city-state! And he covered the left side of his face in pain, but blood still left the side of his face. Between the bright red in front of him and the blue sky behind him, that left side
Most of the outline of the ear has disappeared, and I don’t know where it fell...
"O Lord! Brother-in-law, you! Your ears are gone!...O Holy Mother! Brother-in-law, you...are you going to die?..."
"Vaffanculo! Even if you die, I can't die!!..."
Columbus stretched out his left hand tremblingly, looked at the bright red blood on his palm, felt the warm liquid still flowing from his left ear, and then glanced at the remains of flesh that fell on the deck. His eyes were bloodshot instantly, like a frightened and mad beast.
, but his voice has become hoarse and he roared furiously!
"Alana! Go, shoot the natives behind me! Go!!..."
"Ah? Yes! Commander..."
Forty steps away, when they saw the disappearing figure beside the side of the ship and heard the evil chief's still loud scolding, the two Red Crow guards looked at each other with some regret on their faces.
"Hey! I can miss it even if I'm so close..."
"Damn it! It's all because we're at sea! The boat is rocking so hard..."
"Stop talking nonsense, there is still a chance for an arrow! God bless you! Who should you shoot?..."
"Shoot the guy holding the long pipe and pointing it at us! Looking at his clothes, he looks like a tall man..."
"Yeah! Be careful and shoot in the chest!..."
"good!…"
"Quick! Hurry up and reload! Get ready to fire..."
At the stern of the ship, Alana led the sailors to load the medicine and set up the matchlock guns. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at Columbus, with genuine worry on his face.
"Brother-in-law! You are still bleeding...are you really not going to die? If you die, who should I listen to on this ship?..."
"Cazzo! Shut up! You will die..."
"I didn't mean that...ah!!...brother-in-law...I...arrow...save...save..."
Before he finished speaking, Alana suddenly stiffened and felt severe pain in his chest. He widened his eyes, lowered his head and barely glanced, then his whole body suddenly fell forward and disappeared from the side of the ship.
"Wow!"
"O Lord! The boatswain has been struck by an arrow and fallen into the water!..."
"Ah! The shot is so accurate, this must be the parrot marksman of the natives!"
"What to do? What to do?!...Commander, do you want to stop and fish out the boatswain?..."
Hearing this question, the sailors' nervous eyes immediately focused on Columbus, the commander of the expeditionary force. Columbus fell to the side of the ship with his legs crossed, his face still bleeding, and his eyes filled with unbelievable shock. He looked at the empty space.
On the side of the ship, in just one breath, the shock in his eyes turned into sadness, and then into tears falling from the corners of his eyes for the first time. However, his open mouth did not hesitate, not even a trace of hesitation.
Yes, shouting cold orders!
"Full sail! No lowering!... Minchia! North! Go!..."
"Yes! The commander said, full sail, continue heading north!..."
"Ah? This...is!..."
The wind became louder and louder, and the ship's speed became faster and faster. The Virgin Mary fell into a deathly silence. The sailors were busy in silence, with their heads lowered. No one dared to look at Columbus's expression.
, and no one went to bandage him.
Only the second captain, Dracosa, crouched down and carefully looked at the sea. He looked a few miles away and saw that a galley longboat had finished the battle and was carrying a boatload of native warriors. He looked again.
Looking a hundred steps away, I saw seven or eight canoes gradually getting further away. It was no longer possible to catch up with the big sailing ship...
"Praise the merciful Lord! The ship is picking up speed and we are finally safe!"
Dela Cosa's calm gaze finally stopped on the canoe at the front. He watched two native archers with weapons fish out a man from the sea and were tying him up with a rope...Dra Cosa
He pursed his lips and finally couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Hey! Chief Arana is also the boatswain on the ship!...Bosun...Huh?..."
De La Cosa whispered to himself, his eyes gradually narrowed. Alana was Columbus's most loyal and capable follower, and was Columbus's powerful minion to control the sailors. Unexpectedly, he suddenly died here. And Alana
If a close friend like Na Na fell into the water and was directly abandoned by Columbus, then the sailors on this ship who can still firmly follow Columbus will probably...
"God bless you, Lord Columbus! Your ears... need to be bandaged as soon as possible!"
De La Cosa turned around, and his squinted eyes suddenly opened. With a concerned look on his face, he walked towards Columbus, but his right hand quietly pressed on the scimitar at his waist. Columbus's eyes widened, and his whole body was shocked.
He stared intently at the second captain who was slowly approaching, as if he suddenly realized something.
"Merda! Juan! De La Cosa!... The captain who discovered the new route, now only the two of us are left. I said that I would make a beak oath with you and become brothers!... We... we will go together
Meet the queen and share this great honor...uh?!...arrow...poison!..."
As Columbus was talking, his expression suddenly changed. He tried to open his mouth, but could only spit out vague words. And a cold numbness quickly spread from his left ear to half of his face, until he was paralyzed.
Tongue!
"Ho...ho!..."
"Eh?! The native arrows are actually poisonous?...Boss Columbus? Boss? Are you okay?..."
De La Cosa stood vigilantly, two steps away from Columbus. He shouted a few words tentatively, and slowly pulled out his scimitar. Columbus struggled a few times at the side of the ship, trying to stand up, but failed.
Half of his body was numb, and finally he fell weakly on the deck, looking up at the sky, unable to even move his neck.
"It's over! The arrows are poisonous!... It's over! I haven't gained the honor of discovering a new route, and I haven't let those fools who laughed at me bow their heads and kneel down! Vaffanculo!..."
At this moment, listening to De La Cosa's cautiously approaching footsteps and looking at the vast Caribbean sky, thousands of thoughts flashed through Columbus's mind, as well as scenes of navigation and exploration. The hardships and ridicules he encountered in the past twenty years
, the struggles and hopes he experienced, and the ecstasy of discovering a new route, all flashed through his mind!
At this moment, this civilian "general" from an Italian city-state, the commander of the expeditionary force who was as stubborn as a donkey, finally burst into tears...
"Minchia! It's really over...I'm going to die in the east!...Merda! I have experienced so many dangers...I never thought that in the end, I would die in the hands of Dracosa!! Dio!!..."
