Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy Four: The cross is established and the disappearing rainbow
"Wow!..."
The fire burned raging, engulfing the thatched villages. The smoke rising from the flames could be clearly seen across the island. The Portuguese waited patiently for half a day, but in the end they did not wait for the natives who surrendered. They only heard the jungle drifting.
There were faint cries. Perhaps the shock from the artillery was too powerful, or perhaps the village was too small and did not have enough manpower to fight.
"Foda-se! These damn natives! If it weren't for the evil black oil lake...even if they hid in the woods...they wouldn't be able to escape!"
The Portuguese sailors transported all the food collected from the village onto the ship, and they also had a few extra days of supplies. If it weren't for the "evil" in the Black Oil Lake, they would have definitely gone ashore to search and kill them carefully!
With the topography of the archipelago like this, the advantage that the Portuguese fleet had over the natives of each island was actually crushing. The fleet could easily cut off the connections between the islands. Islands that were too small had no room to maneuver and could not gather enough space.
Resistance. The colonists who want to slaughter the natives on the island are like catching birds in a cage. There is no obstacle at all. And the killing in the name of God will never be less...
"Blessed Mother! May your souls be saved by the mercy of the Lord!..."
The island chain of the Lesser Antilles was like a clear string of coordinates, guiding the fleet to continue north. After a simple burial at sea, Bruno counted the number of sailors again.
During this long journey, five people were lost in the storm, including four on Heiyou Island. The original fleet of fifty-four people was reduced to only forty-four, including a native.
Guide. As for the newly captured prisoners, they are not counted as human beings, but as laborers and food reserves.
"God bless you! This is ocean voyage... It is the most fearless advance of brave men who put aside life and death for the sake of faith and loyalty!"
Of course, such slogans are only valid for the upper echelons of the fleet. In ocean voyages, sailors at the bottom are pure consumables, sacrifices that must be provided to the God of the Sea in search of wealth and new routes. Unlike the captain and important crew members,
The low-level sailors who can live to retire only have one finger in each slap. To control such a group of sailors with no future, no faith, and extremely vicious sailors, you must be like taming hunting dogs!
"Sailors are the captain's hounds. They must be strictly disciplined to keep them hungry, but also maintain their morale and give them a good meal from time to time! And the ways to boost morale are nothing more than the following: wealth, killing
and women...but everything must be under the command of the captain, and the hounds must not be allowed to go their own way and become wild dogs!..."
Bruno stood on the bow of the ship, recalling the instructions of Commander Dias. The maritime discipline of the Portuguese fleet was significantly higher than that of the Spanish Confederation and the two countries at this time. The key to maintaining this discipline is to establish strict obedience from top to bottom.
, organize the looting and make the division of spoils clear...
"After three months of wandering at sea and encountering this ambush, the morale of the fleet has indeed dropped to the point where it is time to take action!..."
The sailboat headed north quickly, and the sea breeze brought the smell of distant places. Bruno squinted his eyes and stared at the approaching islands in the north, with a sneer on his lips. Because he saw several native fishing canoes, and a native's coastal
The village should be in this area.
"Full sail, speed up! Crash these small boats into the bottom of the sea, capture two alive for interrogation! Remember to let one go, follow it, and find the native village!..."
"Ah! Avante! Forward!..."
Upon hearing such an order, the sailors were immediately elated and their morale was boosted. Soon, amid the panicked escape and shouting of the Caribbean people, the flagship captured two survivors. After being tortured for a while, the two survivors became
It became a corpse and fell back into the sea.
"Boss! They don't understand the guide's words. They have no clothes on them, no iron tools, and the fishing boats are very crude... These savage-like natives must have nothing to do with the native kingdom that Columbus encountered!
…”
"Well... look at their village again! Look at the number of people in the village, and see if there is any force... If not, after being restrained for so long, it's time to cheer up the sailors!..."
"Okay! Boss!..."
Soon, a Caribbean village appeared on the edge of the island. This tribe was the same as the one encountered before, with a size of about one or two hundred people, only a few dozen strong men, and a bunch of naked women and children. Seeing the appearance of the fleet, the tribe
Instead of fleeing immediately, they gathered dozens of men, armed with stone spears, soft bows and blow darts, to try to resist.
"Well, there are villages without iron tools, simple thatched houses, and no clothes... Let's start! Clean them up and don't leave any room for escape!..."
"Yes! Captain!..."
"Bang bang bang!"
"Boom boom!"
"Aha! Kill all the men!…"
After a round of bombardment by matchlocks and artillery, the sailors jumped off the ship with scimitars in hand. The two ships also split into two directions to land to outflank the natives and prevent the natives from escaping.
Bruno did not disembark from the ship and lead the team personally. As a noble captain, he had to maintain dignity and dignity, especially in front of the sailors. But when he saw the leader in person, wearing a steel breastplate, wielding a knight's cross sword, and killing the natives,
When he was knighted by Silvera, he curled his lips in disdain and whispered.
"Ha! It's so rude and barbaric! Just like those Castilians who fuck with sheep!... We are aristocratic naval officers, how can we mix with this group of low-level sailors and do that kind of thing?..."
The shrill screams resounded in the village, and then came less and less. Then, there were men laughing, and women whining. Then, all the sounds disappeared again, leaving only burning flames.
Under the pure blue sky, all traces of sin are turned into floating ashes.
And a Caribbean village completely disappeared on the island. This disappearance was so complete that there were no witnesses, no records, and even no stories left. Just like the disappearing rainbow that day, it was originally
It’s like it doesn’t exist…
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "O Lord! The white sandy beach, the green woodland, and the hill in the center of the island... This is really a beautiful island! That hill,
It’s a natural location for turrets, and the flat land under the hill is very suitable for building a fortress!…”
Bruno's eyes did not stay in the burning villages, nor did he look at the "hunting dogs" who came back with all kinds of rags and trophies after eating and satisfying. He just looked at the mountains in the distance, looking at them with a professional eye.
This is an island that can be developed. After a long time, he raised his lips with satisfaction.
This island has enough potential value to build a good port and fortress! He decided to name the island himself and occupy this remote maritime territory on behalf of the Kingdom of Portugal. As for the name of the island...
"Blessed Mother! The patron saint of Lisbon is St. Vincent, and there is a very influential St. Vincent Monastery outside the city... Then, the first island occupied by this kingdom overseas was named 'St. Vincent Island' in the name of the Lord.
!…”
"Haha! This name will not only satisfy the church, but also His Majesty Joao. And my name should also be able to enter the St. Vincent Monastery after death, giving future generations an extra honor!..."
"Witness the Lord! Make me a cross and set up a sign of occupation! From today on, this is the territory of the Kingdom of Portugal, St. Vincent Island!"
Bruno prayed devoutly, for the glory and power of the Lord. After venting his anger, the sailors were all satisfied, their morale was lifted, their steps were much brisker, and they even sang the sailors' vulgar slang. But the singing was quickly stopped.
, they were tightened up again, like hunting dogs, obediently obeying the captain's orders. The name "Saint Vincent Island" was engraved on the wooden board in Portuguese, and it stood on the eye-catching hill, announcing the occupation of the colonists.
Under the hills, there are native villages reduced to ashes.
From the southern continent to the new continent, this kind of thing keeps happening, from the past to the present, from now to a long time later. And if the Spaniards had arrived on this island first, nothing would be any different, the same killing, the same destruction and
Occupation, just like in another period of history. They will even use the same name to commemorate "St. Vincent", the Christian saint commonly worshiped in the Iberian Peninsula!
As for the original indigenous name of this island, "Youloumain", "the beautiful island where the rainbow god Youlou lives", it will eventually disappear in the wind like a rainbow in the sky~
