Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred: The Lament of the Portuguese, Return to the New World!
"Oh, sorrow, sorrow! The sea is quiet and the tides whisper. Under the guidance of the stars, we sail to the uninhabited island. Under the comfort of the Lord, all sorrows are healed!..."
A low lament floated on the broken Portuguese flagship, like falling leaves, sinking into the deep blue sea. The deep sea is a dead cemetery, and the sailing ship is a sailing wooden coffin. There is no dead body, only the blood stains before death.
The nine scarred sailors, the last gravekeepers on the ship, hung low around the mast and sang ghostly death songs.
"Goodbye, death, death! Their voyage has ended, and the deep blue is their final destination. Virgin Mary, please listen to my prayer! May the dead sink into the deep sea and never be alone again!~~"
Hearing such a depressing barcarolle, Captain Bruno opened his mouth, dissatisfaction flashed across his face. However, he could not show the dignity of the captain, and could not even say a word of scolding or encouragement.
"The fleet has been defeated, and people's hearts have been shattered!... If I continue to talk and punish... I may not be able to keep my head..."
At this time, five full days had passed since the nightmare that no one wanted to look back on, and the sneak attack by the native sailing ship that night. Only the last eight of the sixty-member exploration fleet were left.
Almost everyone on the crew was injured!…
Even if ocean voyages have always been a journey of death for sailors, the current casualties are too tragic!
"Damn it! Those despicable, barbaric, deceitful, and sneak attack devil tribes! They have long colluded with the native kingdom of Sipangu, maybe they are part of the native kingdom! The gold, pearls and books they took out
, they are all here to trick us into staying here so that they can bring in the navy!…”
"Damn it! The devilish natives who deserve to go to hell! I must return with the kingdom's navy and slaughter the entire native tribe! ... In the southern continent, there is not a single native tribe that dares to offend our Portuguese.
We slaughtered them all!…Except Songhai and Congo!…”
“O Lord, the devil who deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are. They will be tormented day and night forever and ever!…”
The sailboat turned north and sailed into peaceful waters, away from the dangerous island of Haiti. Bruno's piercing fear when he was attacked finally dissipated with the arrival of safety. Then, the danger was lifted, fear was replaced by anger, and anger was filled with anger.
It is the desire to kill! You must know that in the black African continent in the south, the Portuguese navy is an invincible force, and there are no enemies on the sea!
However, this is not the southern continent after all, and it is not a place where the Portuguese navy can project all its force. This is thousands of miles away, a distant place that takes two months to sail without any supplies or docking. No matter how powerful the navy is, it can project all its power to
The power here is also very limited... because the deep sea is a violent abyss that cannot be tamed, cannot be guaranteed, and is full of dangers. Maybe an unprecedented storm can wipe out the most powerful navy in Europe... Well, right now it is the most powerful navy.
A powerful navy…
"Huh! Sipangu in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, the native kingdom thousands of miles away...Hey! Blessed Mother! We only have the last eight people left..."
After a moment of incompetent rage, Bruno let out a long sigh. He closed his eyes silently, recalled the Portuguese navigation experience, and determined his next action strategy.
"Witness the Lord! For all the native tribes you encounter next, you must maintain the greatest degree of goodwill and respect! You must avoid the dangerous large tribes of natives, and avoid those barbarians with poisonous arrows... The safest,
Just have friendly contact with a small tribe of a few dozen people!... Then trick a few natives into boarding the ship to make up for the lack of sailors!..."
In the current situation, the Portuguese exploration fleet is indeed completely disabled. Even the stern of the flagship is still missing a big hole, and there is no ship material to make up for it. In this dilapidated state, it is naturally impossible for the flagship to continue exploring.
They must avoid all dangerous native islands, repair the ship a little, and return along the proven route!
"Navigator Pedro! What is the current latitude?…"
"Captain, the current latitude is 21 to 22 degrees north latitude, which is approximately in the waters of the Bahamas! I visited this loose archipelago waters two years ago. Even the two small islands I encountered before looked very familiar...
Captain, the natives here are very friendly and can let us have a good rest and replenish our supplies!…”
"No! The Lord witnesses! Pedro, we can't stay here! This place is too close to the big island of Haiti in the south and to those ferocious natives! You know, there are many things in the hands of those natives.
The same fast caravels! Once they catch up, the consequences are simply unimaginable..."
"Like yesterday, several small tribes we saw all fled in fear after seeing us... It is very likely that they have all had exchanges with the native kingdom of Sipangu, and they are within the scope of influence of those barbarians.
Inside!…"
Captain Bruno shook his head and rejected Pedro's suggestion. As a ten-year veteran of the Navy, his mind had completely sobered up after getting rid of the confusion of gold.
Even the native tribes in the Bahamas are very small and cannot pose any threat to the flagship. But as long as they show fear of fleeing, it is a dangerous signal, proving their dangerous connection with the native kingdom, and there are tipsters.
Possibly! Therefore, they cannot stay and must keep moving! Moving is the safest...
"The Lord testifies! Search again and find a smaller island. The tribe size of the natives cannot exceed a hundred people! Then, go to the island for supplies, cut down a few trees, transport them to the ship for processing, and get a few more natives.
Get on the boat...it will take at most a day or two before we continue to leave eastward!..."
"Ah? Captain, heading east? Do you want to...take the return route in Columbus's log and return directly to the northeast?..."
"Foda-se! Fart! Don't tell me about that damn liar Columbus! His logbook is full of lies and fatal pitfalls! The natives we met along the way, and the farts he recorded are all
It’s different!…I will no longer believe any nonsense in that diary! I only believe everything I see with my own eyes!…”
When the "liar" Columbus was mentioned, Bruno exploded with anger. He pulled out the scimitar from his waist and slashed hard twice. His noble sword had been lost in the night attack and explosion that night, so he had to pick it up.
He used the scimitar dropped by the sailor after he died in battle as a temporary weapon. And due to the previous "gold deal", all the spare weapons and armor in the cabin were sold, and there was no replacement at all...
"Witness the Holy Mother! For the next return trip, for the sake of safety, we will try our best to follow the island chain we came from! Avoid all the dyed-haired barbarians, and the boat will not stop at the shore for the entire journey until we reach the jungle continent in the south, and then turn eastward!…
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"Ah? Keep heading east along the jungle continent? Doesn't that mean you have to go to 4-5 degrees north latitude, or even further south?..."
"That's right! Along the coast of the jungle continent in the south, eastward until the end! I want to record how big this new continent in the deep sea of the Atlantic is, so that I can report back to His Majesty Joao!..."
"In addition, sailing eastward from that latitude will actually be getting closer and closer to the Black African continent in the south of the European continent... Maybe we are lucky and can reduce the deep-sea voyage by half and sail directly to the Kingdom's important stronghold in the southern continent, the port of Sierra Leone.
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"The port of Sierra Leone at 8-9 degrees north latitude? Oh! Boss, the fried fish and fried plantains there are very delicious! I am drooling just thinking about it... Of course, what makes me drool even more is the soft and hairless soil.
Human women feel as slippery as silk. This is the familiar land of the kingdom, and the surrounding native tribes have been conquered repeatedly for a long time, and they are all very docile!...Hehehehe!..."
"Haroldo? Have you ever touched expensive silk? You are blowing it here and smiling so lewdly! If you have the time, you might as well cut a blindfold for me to cover this blind eye that cannot be seen!..."
While talking, Bosun Haroldo and Quartermaster Mattim came over. Haroldo had a piece of scalp missing from the middle of his forehead, which looked a bit funny. Mattim was blind in one eye and had a fierce face.
He became more and more ferocious. He shook his head angrily, glanced in the direction of the old carpenter Ivo and the native Sushu, and said in a low voice.
"Captain! No matter how I think about it, I feel that there was an insider on our ship during the ambush that night! Maybe it was the guide 'Rat'!... Damn it! Give him to me for interrogation! If he dares not to say anything
To be honest, I just dug out his eyes and used them myself!…”
