Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Three 'Friendly Continuation', Another 'Intimate' Contact
The next contact between the Kingdom of Portugal and the Marion tribe seemed to be more "friendly" and "smooth." After receiving the sharp scimitars, the natives sent a small amount of dried fish, some cassava flour, and once again
, sent two small pieces of placer gold!
"O Lord! There must be more gold in this big tribe of natives, more shiny, beautiful and valuable gold!..."
Although the amount of placer gold that appeared for the second time was less than a hundred grams in total, all the sailors realized, or imagined, that there was more gold in the native villages!
You know, a Cruzado "Crusader" gold coin minted by the Kingdom of Portugal only weighs 3.55 grams. And the more than 100 grams of gold exchanged for these two times is worth at least 40 gold coins! If divided per head, then
Everyone can receive one, which is enough for a month of feasting and drinking in the sailors’ area of Lisbon port, and they can feed themselves with whale meat and ale!…
The shining gold, like a shining "magnet", firmly attracted the "iron slag" sailors, making everyone reluctant to leave. After two time-consuming and laborious contacts, the sunset had already set over the West Sea, and it was about to
It's dark.
The native tribes on the shore seemed to have put down their alert posture. Most of the militia they mobilized have been disbanded and are busy in the village as usual. A few smokes rise from all over the village, bringing delicious food.
The aroma of food. And there seems to be some spices in the aroma of these foods, which is particularly tempting to the gluttons in the belly.
"Chief Capitan! The native chief on the shore sent an envoy! He said that the chief liked our weapons very much! The chief wanted more weapons, and he also had more, which the fleet liked.
Yellow stone…”
"Ah? This is...he actually invited us ashore! He said we are welcome to go to the village and have a delicious dinner together! There will also be enthusiastic women!..."
"...gold, dinner parties and women?!"
Upon hearing such a tempting invitation, the sailors in the fleet were all happy and a little impatient. Bruno was also stunned, looking at the simple and kind face of the messenger, hesitantly unable to make up his mind.
But soon, reason defeated the temptation of gold. Bruno smiled but resolutely, rejected the envoy of the native chief, and sent someone to send the envoy away. Then, he looked around at all the crew members on the boat, with a serious look on his face, and emphasized again
Got discipline!
"Witness the Lord! This is a powerful tribe of natives! Although they do not seem to have any ill intentions, and they hope to trade with us... But once they leave the ship and go ashore! Then your life and death will be in the hands of others.
It’s in!”
"Think of their numbers, and then think of our numbers! Not only do they have shiny gold, but they also have gleaming metal weapons, and they have heavy-looking bows and arrows! ... Once ashore, they suddenly
If we launch an attack, none of you will survive!…”
"Listen to my order! No one is allowed to disembark, let alone have private contact with the natives! Tell Silvera that if he dares to disobey the order, I will directly report his guilt to King Joao and Nuno
Over there, the manager!…”
"Sailors raise the sails! The fleet sails into the deep sea, at least half a league (5 kilometers) offshore! Then anchors! Take turns to watch at night, watch out for the small boats of the natives!..."
Soon, under the golden sunset, the Portuguese fleet raised its sails and left this native village with gold. But the gold that had been exposed was like a rotten egg with cracks, attracting greedy flies and lingering
Unable to leave.
The new anchor position was not far away, and soon a faint smoke rose from the kitchen on the ship. The chef threw the food given by the natives into the pot, poured in sea water, put in the messy kelp, and then
It was cooked into a paste. Then, Bruno squinted his eyes, took two spoonfuls with an iron plate, and put it in front of the coolie sailor Ah Yue with a half-smile.
“God bless you! Food is for you, eat it!…”
Coolie sailor Ah Yue raised his head and looked at the smiling captain and his hand on his sword. Then he looked around and saw that several other captured native coolies also had the same food.
, was forced by the fierce sailors. He pursed his lips, picked up the iron plate with some trembling, grabbed some paste with his hand and put it to his mouth...
"Eat it! Eat it! Swallow it!!..."
"..."
Ah Yue gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and stuffed the paste into her mouth. The familiar taste of cassava lingered in her mouth. There was no special feeling after eating it, only the smell of some dried fish. And such a simple fish meat
It was mushy, but it was the best thing he had ever eaten during his days as a prisoner! He was stunned for a moment, then muttered, and swallowed. Even if he was poisoned to death today, he would have to do it.
Damn it!
"belch!…"
"...?…"
Bruno waited patiently for a long time, until Ah Yue burped after eating and saw no signs of poisoning. Then he felt relieved and secretly laughed at his own paranoia. With the level of ignorance of the large native tribe here, how could he
What kind of poison can you create, and you are not afraid of boiling it in a large pot of sea water?…
Well, not necessarily! After all, those more primitive Caribbean tribes have come up with a powerful poison that is extremely rare in the entire Catholic world, the "Medusa Curare" that can paralyze people to death!…
"The Lord has blessed us and given us plenty of food! Let's eat, and rest early after eating! Take turns to be on guard...Tomorrow morning, we will go to contact this large tribe of gold-rich natives!...No one is allowed to get off the boat secretly!..."
The moon rose and the moon set, and it was a peaceful night without any disturbance. The next day, the Portuguese fleet returned to the Marion tribe and once again had contact to "deepen friendship". Bruno once again sent Haroldo and Sushu, thank you
He gave the natives yesterday’s food and generously gave them a set of exquisite leather armor!
This leather armor is a typical traditional Portuguese style. It is divided into two layers, the inner layer is linen cloth armor, and the outer layer is hardened cowhide leather armor, which is thickened and bulged at the shoulders. And matching it,
There are also ear-covering leather helmets with domes and thin straps, leg armors that extend past the thighs, and even vambraces to protect the forearms.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In fact, if a steel chest plate is added to the front of the leather armor, or scale armor is used to replace the leather, it will be a standard "Portuguese sergeant"
"The equipment is roughly equivalent to that of a centurion in the army. And if all the leather armor is replaced by iron armor, and the arm armor and leg armor are lengthened, it will be the most powerful combat power in Europe in this era, a fully armored knight's suit!
"Chief Capitang! The chief of the natives is very, very, very fond of this leather armor! He specially sent his most trusted leader to express his gratitude to us! They also brought some gifts that we must like, and even more
What shiny yellow stones!…”
Sushu stammered and translated the messenger's words for Haroldo, the boatswain next to him.
The venue where the two parties met was still a beach by the sea, with two people on each side. Among the envoys opposite, there was one wearing a feathered crown, bright dyed leather armor, and a golden ax stuck in his waist.
At first glance, it looks like an important Tylenol head man!
"Huh? This leader's axe? Is it bronze in this color?... It's really strange. It seems that the noble leaders here all use bronze weapons?..."
Haroldo had a fat face with a smile, and blinked his eyes as he stared at the leader of the tribe. The opponent's thick and powerful arms, tall and majestic figure, and particularly complicated tattoos made him capable of hitting at a glance.
He is a great warrior!
However, Sushu next to him moved his eyes and glanced past the leading Taino leader. Instead, he looked at the ordinary militiaman who was following behind. Although the man was dressed in Taino tribal attire, his figure was unremarkable and his appearance was unremarkable.
It was also very ordinary...but it always gave him a very strange feeling. He looked at it carefully for a while, and always felt that the face looked like that of the Taino tribe! The indescribable difference in expression was not that of the Taino tribe.
The Tainos themselves are indistinguishable!
Seeing Shushu's appraising gaze, the "ordinary militiaman" smiled slightly and nodded to him, but did not speak. The smile seemed very gentle, and also seemed to be full of deep meaning, with some inexplicable warning, or maybe
It's because Shushu thinks too much...
Shushu pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, and never looked at the militiaman again. He tried his best to translate the conversation between Haroldo and the leader, keeping a respectful smile on his face, but he was full of thoughts in his heart.
"Ancestor!...That smile, that militia...could it be?...Could it be...?..."
"If it is really...then should I...should...say it...?..."
