Chapter 1,192 The end of 1492 AD, just because we were here~
The howling North American cold wave traveled from the extreme north to the south, blowing across the six thousand miles of the North American Great Plains before arriving at the coast of the Gulf of Mexico and turning into a cool autumn wind. Then, the autumn wind roared and flood waves surged. The northwest wind from the mainland
It blew into the depths of the Caribbean Sea and turned into a warm spring breeze.
The spring breeze lingers among the Bahamas until a small green island with a wide view blows to a natural harbor with deep water and extremely wide. In another time and space, this island in the center of the Bahamas, this natural harbor, will become the entire
The most eternal landmark in the archipelago, "Nassau", the holy land of Pirates of the Caribbean!
"Wow... Wow!..."
The flag of the King of Castile is hunting in the wind. Some dilapidated sailing ships of the Saint Mary are anchored in the harbor on the south side of the island, rolling up old and new stitched sails. And the big and small nails are nailed on various parts of the hull.
Some of the wooden boards were still stubbled, and they had obviously been repaired recently. On the lookout of the sailboat, there was a sailor standing looking out, looking towards the boundless sea to the south, as if he was always on alert and worried about something.
"Nova stella apparita, Ne le parti d'Oriente, Per mostrar tutta gente, Lo Salvator ch'è nato... Bright stars appear in the east, telling everyone that the new-born savior has arrived!..."
The spring breeze continued to blow, blowing through the spiers of the Taino huts, and resting on the newly erected wooden cross. And the pious and loud Latin prayers floated from under the wooden cross, and then flew into the endless circle of "robber" frigate birds.
blue sky.
"Veni veni Emmanuel. Captivum solve Israel, Qui gemit in exilio, Privatus Dei Filio...O come, come, Lord with us! Redeem the blessings which you have seized upon, mourn in exile, which we have lost
Son of God!…”
Under the wooden cross, the newly appointed commander, Captain Dela Cosa, clasped his hands and looked up at the eastern sky. He was so devoted and pious that he even shed sad tears under the dazzling sunlight.
This Christmas prayer verse is so suitable for the current situation of the fleet! He believed that it was the Lord’s blessing that allowed the fleet to discover a new route and arrive in ancient Japan. However, the Lord’s severe test made him
The fleet was defeated in a terrible native attack and fled to an unknown island. The redemption and hope symbolized by the Son of God came from the east and went to the east, just like the fleet's desire to return...
"Gaude! Gaude! Emanuel! Nascetur pro te, Israel!…"
Captain Dracosa shouted loudly, with tears streaming down his face. At this moment, he had completely experienced the suffering of the Son of God’s redemption and the Lord’s difficult test, and was moved to tears!
However, behind him, a dozen sailors lowered their heads in awe, listening to Latin that they could not understand at all, but they looked completely confused and confused.
At this moment, it was like a substantial class gap, with the fluttering Latin words, dividing the captain in front who looked up in prayer, and the sailors in the back who bowed their heads in silence. Because, at the end of the Middle Ages, the Catholic world in Europe still had an almost unbreakable
The upper and lower barriers!
At the top of the world of God are the naturally noble royal nobles of various countries, and the bishops and priests who are sacredly respected by the church. They monopolize blood and knowledge for generations, and they are like two parallel lines up and down with the ignorant and illiterate civilians at the bottom.
Intersecting parallel lines. In fact, for a very small number of upper-class people, the vast majority of lower-class civilians are just mudbloods who farm the land and pay taxes, mudbloods who escape into the forest, and low-class people who serve their masters.
Just the serfs enslaved in the manor and the cannon fodder who died on the battlefield.
The only opportunity for common people in Europe to cross class is to be smart or good-looking since childhood, and be valued by the priest, so that they can become apprentices of the church and learn the scriptures that represent knowledge and power!
These Latin scriptures are in the hands of the church, representing the name of "God". They can explain and judge rural affairs, and can even directly judge and burn "heretic" civilians and "evil" witches. Since the scriptures represent the real truth
Power will naturally not spread to civilians easily. Difficult Latin is the best threshold!
“Veni, veni Adona?, Qui populo in Sina?. Legem dedisti vertice, In maiestate glorie…”
Captain De La Cosa's voice gradually lowered, and he recited the last prayer of the Lord. The sailors from the lower class still couldn't understand the captain's prayer. But not understanding it did not hinder them, or in other words, it made everyone bow down in awe.
He knelt down behind the captain and called the Lord in Spanish with various accents.
"Lord! Our Father in heaven! Please protect us and help us return!..."
In the deep sea far away from order, the sailor's sword is better than the noble's origin, can decide too many life and death, and release the beast and devil in everyone's heart! But when the day of return gets closer, when Castile's
Hometown seems to be in the not-too-distant future...
The dignity and order across the continent were once again gradually restored in the hearts of the sailors with the Latin prayers led by the captain. They once again recalled that in the countryside, in the towns and ports, they were surrounded by nobles and priests.
An orderly life controlled by the Lord. This order is so natural that the distinction between high and low has been established forever since the Son of God was born to save the world!
And if they don’t want to become helpless pirates, or stay in the “Wild East” forever, or fall into hell and suffer after death, they must obey the noble Captain Dracosa who knows Latin!…
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Ah! The white-skinned man once again led his tribe to kowtow to the strange cross wood carvings and worship their ancestors!..."
Further back, dozens of Taíno villagers were not far away. They looked curiously at these "white-skinned tribesmen" who had been shouting for a long time and kneeling before the wood. The villagers were half naked and did not have any weapons in their hands. And those simple people
There was a pure and bright smile on all the yellow faces.
Looking around, some people were wearing strings of colored glass beads, some were wearing bright sailor hats, and a few were wearing crosses made of wood. These were the "friendly" white-skinned tribesmen who generously gave them to them.
precious gifts in exchange for the tribe’s daily food, cotton thread and tobacco leaves.
"Eh? The entire white-skinned tribe is worshiping. The other leader in the village chief's house is almost healed. Why doesn't he come out to worship?"
"Hey! He was so sick before, his whole body was burning and red, and his missing ear was bleeding yellow... If the old village chief hadn't carefully washed the wound with salt water, applied chewed raw tobacco leaves, and applied fresh
His sea fish skin has long been dead and transparent... In the past few days, although he can make a lot of noise, he still can't move around much. He is as weak as a turtle without a shell... It's normal for him to not come out!...
.”
"Ha! How stupid, you two are stupid fish! These two heads are obviously a bit uncooperative, just like two fighting seals. The injured one is hiding from the uninjured one, naturally he is afraid of being beaten! ...
"
"What?! You're the only smart one, Sushu! But I remember a month ago, it was this white-skinned man who took the injured one off the boat... He even looked at the injured one many times and spoke very gently!"
On the contrary, the injured one keeps cursing as long as he has the strength..."
"Huh?... It seems that is indeed the case... What a strange white-skinned people..."
Hearing this, the smart Taino villager Sushu scratched his head and recalled the time when he first met the white-skinned tribe.
This group of white-skinned tribesmen who had never been seen before suddenly appeared on the southern sea in a big white boat a month ago. The big boat circled the island, and hundreds of villagers on the island followed suit.
At the beach, I watched the novelty and excitement for a day. Then, a small boat was put down from the big ship and an envoy from the white-skinned tribe was sent. Not only did he bring many beautiful colorful beads, but he also gave the village chief a beautiful red hat!
Although there was a language barrier, everyone was very happy to receive the gift from the white-skinned tribe, just as happy as meeting the brother tribes on other islands! The old village chief wore a new hat, treated the white-skinned messenger to a meal of cassava, and gave him another gift
Give him some tobacco leaves. Seeing that it is getting dark, the village chief invites the tribesmen on the boat to come down and rest in the village.
The envoy from the white-skinned tribe was very friendly, smiling all the time, and looking at everyone's foreheads strangely. After looking around, the envoy seemed to finally relax, rejected the village chief's invitation, and rowed the boat back to the village.
On the boat. Everyone thought that the white-skinned tribe would not go to the island to stay... But they didn't expect that after dawn the next day, the white-skinned man actually got off the boat with all the tribesmen and a wounded man on his shoulders.
shore!
Only then did everyone realize that the clothes of these people were very strange, strange that they had never seen before. Some people were wearing full-body leather on such a hot day. Others were actually wearing hard shells as strong as tortoise shells. And in their hands
The weapons are also extremely sharp and can cut down trees very quickly and easily kill seals on the shore...
"Hiss!...It's sharp, faster than shark's teeth!"
Thinking of this, the smart villager Sushu shuddered again. He clearly remembered that although the white-skinned tribesmen were all smiling now, at the beginning, the first few people who got off the boat were very fierce! They waved their hands
Weapon, approaching with a fierce expression, shouting something threatening... It was really scary, and made Sushu want to run away just thinking about it.
But soon, the white-skinned man who took the lead severely scolded and stopped his men. With a smile on his face, he took out more gifts from the boat and gave them to many people in the village. He also obeyed the tribal rules.
Seeing the custom, he smoked tobacco leaves with the old village chief, praised him repeatedly, and gave the old village chief a black cross amulet that was also as hard as a tortoise shell. Afterwards, he also took more than a dozen tribesmen to dance with everyone.
Tribal dance, giving many beautiful gifts, spending the night with the women in the village...
In this way, more than a dozen white-skinned tribesmen stayed in the village. Every day they were either hunting, fishing, drying meat, or repairing on the big boats. The old village chief even thought for a time that these dozen or so hairy tribes were...
We are going to officially join the village on the island and prepare to marry them to the women in the village...
"Hey! But the white-skinned man gestured and said that they need to go to the east sea and go to a big island far away, so they need more dried meat that can be stored. The old village chief didn't say anything, just put
All the dried meat in the village was given to them. The white-skinned man was very happy and repeatedly gestured, saying that he would definitely come back again with more gifts!…”
The smart Sushu pursed his lips. He didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy in his heart. He looked at the fair-skinned tribe in front of him who were praying and kneeling, and then at the white ship that was almost completely repaired. He murmured a question in a low voice, and looked towards the sea.
ask.
"Ancestors! Although these tribes have white skin and white ships...but they should be the same as other island tribes we have encountered, right?..."
"O Goddess of the Sea who knows everything, please tell the smart Sushu... the fair-skinned tribe is so friendly, probably, it should be, it must be Guaitiao from far away, the 'brother and friend of the tribe', right?"
…”
The smart Sushu was in a daze, looking at the big ship in the south, and even the endless sea. But he didn't know that the reason why the fair-skinned tribe was so friendly at the moment was not because of their kindness and civilization, nor because of Thailand.
The kindness and simplicity of the Nuo tribe...
This is just because the white-skinned tribe encountered the "fierce and cruel" "Cuban natives" in the south a month ago. They lost too many people and were scared to death! This is just because they encountered someone who could threaten them.
Only when they are afraid of their strength will they put away their unbridled cruelty, put on a friendly face, and wait for the next time they come back!…
"The Lord God witnesses! All this is not because they have become good people! It's just because we have been here..."
The waves are rolling and the sound of waves is like the answer of the Mother Goddess of the Sea, echoing in the peaceful and peaceful Taíno village, but no one can understand it~~
