Chapter 1,392 The Lord protects us and escapes the pursuit of the demonic natives!
“O Lord! Save us!…”
The burning flames rose on the deck of the Portuguese flagship, like the burning of hell, bringing a breath of death to the face! And the suddenly exploding gunpowder barrel was like an unprecedented thunder, setting off an astonishing air wave.
Even suppressed the flames into flames!
"boom!!!…"
The side plate of the stern was completely blown off, the heavy 8-pound gun rolled into the sea, and countless pieces of wood were like cutting blades, sweeping across the entire stern of the ship!
The four musketeers didn't even make a sound when they were shot in the neck by splinters of wood. The quartermaster, Mattim, screamed, covered his bleeding right eye, and rolled around on the deck desperately.
"Ah! Eyes! My eyes!!..."
"Ah!...My head! My head!...My head...skin?..."
The air waves passed by, and Boatswain Haroldo groaned, and his head hurt. He touched his head in horror, and finally found that his head was still there, but a piece of scalp had been shaved off by broken wood. Then, he
Looking around the ship in shock, I saw only a purgatory-like scene.
Four sailors were lying dead on the deck, and the quartermaster and another sailor were wailing and rolling. Old Ivo was lying on the deck, grabbing the native who was following him to block him. The native remained motionless and hit his head on the mast.
I don’t know if he died or was knocked unconscious...
"Boss! Boss!..."
"Great Lord! O mighty devil! No matter who can save me, I will worship Him devoutly, using the best lambs and human blood, just like the sacrifices in the Old Testament!..."
Captain Bruno knelt at the door of the captain's cabin, praying devoutly, promising the oldest sacrifice. In the original Catholic faith, killing animals and offering sacrifices were a normal scene, even an example of piety, just like God
Let Abraham sacrifice his son Isaac...
"My son hasn't grown up yet...I will never die here, never die in the hands of the demonic natives!...No matter what promise I make, even if it means trading my soul with the devil!..."
Bruno was trembling all over. Listening to the natives' cries of death in the wind, it was as if he heard the cry of hell, which made him unable to help but feel fear in his heart. Once again, just like when he was in the southern continent, he prayed to the devil in his heart.
In the moment of life and death just now, he felt an inexplicable courage in his heart and ran straight back to the captain's cabin! At that moment, even if he was killed by gunpowder or hacked to death by natives, he would have been like Diogo and Sil
Like Vera, died in the captain's cabin!
Then, a loud explosion wiped out the stern deck, but the captain's cabin on the second floor was safe and sound. The sails at the top were still flying, and under the rising flames on the rear deck, the ship continued to move westward, even faster.
What! And when death passed by, Bruno's courage quickly faded away, just like the glory of the Lord, which only shrouded it for a moment. Then, there was the erosion of the devil...
"Ah! The ship is still running? The stern rudder is not damaged? The mast is still there?...A miracle! This must be the blessing of the devil!...Ahem...It is an incredible miracle of the Lord, allowing us to escape the pursuit of the devil natives!
…”
"Captain Bruno? Are you still alive?!"
"Haroldo! Stop screaming! Quick! Get the sailors to put out the fire quickly! Put out the fire quickly! ... Don't let the sails burn!..."
The Portuguese flagship was in a panic, and no one paid attention to the two seriously injured crew members. In fact, there were only eight or nine people left on the ship. The Portuguese exploration fleet of fifty or sixty people had already turned ten before they returned.
Go to 89...
"Holy Mother! Thank you for your blessing..."
The old carpenter Ivo got up shivering, checked the guide Sushu's breathing, and relaxed a little. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he grabbed the native and blocked him in front. With his old bones, if he exploded
If they bumped into each other, I would probably have to confess directly...
"Huh! You're a lucky native, don't blame me for using you to block an arrow...This time, you saved me once...Holy Mother Witness! From now on, as long as you have a piece of bread from me, you will have a bite of wheat bran to eat!...
"
"Ivo! Ivo!..."
"Ah? Captain?!..."
"There are not enough sailors, go and sail! You are an old sea dog, you know how to borrow the wind to go faster... We must go faster, faster! Turn slowly and borrow more wind... Only then can we completely drive the natives away
Throw the big ship away!…”
"Yes! Captain!..."
"Haroldo! You throw the dead sailors into the sea, and the same goes for the debris! ... If you can reduce some weight, you can go faster! ..."
"Yes, boss!"
The wind on the sea is always changing, sometimes from north to south, and sometimes to the southwest. The morning light gradually descends on the sea, illuminating the vast Caribbean Sea. And in the western coast of the large island of Haiti, dazzling rockets are like shooting stars, all the way
Chasing the hole-in-the-hole butt of the Portuguese flagship, it gradually fell into the sea.
The senior sailors of the Portuguese Navy have at least five or six years of sailing experience, and the old carpenter Ivo is even a veteran of more than ten years of sailing. Their sailing skills are not comparable to those of the Kingdom's sailors who have only been trained for a few months.
.And the current load of the Portuguese flagship is obviously much lighter than that of the kingdom's sailing ship full of warriors.
When it was semi-headwind, the two sides could not close the distance for a while, but when the Portuguese flagship began to gradually adjust its direction and sailed to the southwest downwind...the two chasing ships slowly opened up the distance, from one to two hundred meters.
Three or four hundred meters, then one mile, two miles...
"Bah! These damn demons! They are all boats with the same long head and pointed sails... How can they run so fast?!... Where is Agou? Agou?! How did you adjust the sail? And
Abba, are you not doing your best? You have grown so big for nothing, and even turning around is so slow!…”
"Uh! Boss Chapo... We have tried our best... The Portuguese ships are always better than the Castilian ones. It may be a small change in the sails... They are also real old seals! Look at that
The skill of changing the sail, and look at the spray on the bow of the boat..."
"Huh? How dare you talk back?!..."
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On the pursuing Stone Spear, boatswain Chachu and Bartomelo looked at each other and lowered their heads nervously, then felt a pain in their heads. The red-haired captain Chabo looked fierce and pulled out the cane from his waist.
"Swish, swish", he slapped one person once and then thrust him back in. He had many training methods for these two "evil" brothers. But facing the sailboat on the other side of the sea...
"Damn it, I really saw a ghost, I saw the wind monster in the wasteland!... When I ran in the wasteland, no one could outrun me... But when I got to the sea... this demon was like a wind monster in the water, who could outrun me?
Hurry!... If I can jump on their boat, I will kill them one by one, chop them twice with two swords, and send them all back to the Earth Mother!..."
The red-haired Chabo looked to the southwest with annoyance. The sun was gradually rising. The evil ship had turned into a small dot in the sky. He could not catch up with it no matter what. He sighed helplessly,
Then he looked around at the twenty Kingdom warriors carrying bows on the boat and cursed fiercely.
"Damn it! After chasing for so long, the demon still escaped! You are all the bird shooters of the kingdom, but these rockets are so messed up, what did they shoot?..."
"Turn the boat around! Look for it on the water! Did the evil demon's magic weapon just fall into the water? It's so big and loud, and it can hit several cannons with one shot?..."
"Look carefully! See if you can find it, and then fish it back to make up for it!... What are you looking at? Abba! If you look again, I will throw you into the sea and let you dive to find it!..."
"...!"
Boatswain Bartomelo quickly lowered his head and shut his mouth tightly. He wanted to say that the "heavy cannon" was made of iron. How could he find it if it sank into the vast sea? And even if he found it,
How do you catch something that weighs over a thousand kilograms?
But after following him for so long, he clearly understood how powerful this "red-haired captain" was! This native captain was no better than Columbus, who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He was a real murderer who drank blood like hemp. The opponent could run faster than a dog.
One man can kill two of himself, and his shooting skills are even more amazing. He can hit flying sparrows! Under the fierce gaze of the other party, he can only lower his tanned back and speak the newly learned Nahua language, stuttering and awe-struck.
prayed.
"Praise be to the Holy Father of Huitziloppo! ... I listen to you, Boss Chapo!"
