Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Forty Six The first fight, native versus evil
As the sun sets, the Taíno village is no longer peaceful. The mighty sea breeze carries the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. At this moment, the two teams have very different beliefs and cannot be regarded as armies at all.
On the eastern side of Long Island, Cuba, they met across thousands of miles and started a sudden fight!
"shooting!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
As Francisco Pinzon shouted, more than 20 matchlock guns were fired one after another, shooting towards the center of the village more than a hundred steps away. Then, these lead bullets accurately avoided all the Taino spearmen, and they were completely inaccurate.
It hit in front of the longhouse and shack, splashing up a large amount of choking dust and grass blades!
At the end of the 15th century, the first "Arquebus" with a matchlock ignition device had been invented 40 years ago in the Kingdom of Castile. However, as is often seen in later films and television, the Spanish
The standard "heavy arquebus" (Musket) used in the large square array, the original "bird gun" prototype, would not actually appear until 30 years later.
The famous battle of heavy matchlocks had to wait until the Battle of Pavia between Spain and France in the Italian War in 1525. In this battle, the Spanish army, which popularized heavy matchlocks on a large scale, successfully defeated the medieval
The pinnacle of the French cavalry made the proud French lose their king again. Since then, the era of knights has officially ended, and the process of firearms in European countries has been advancing unstoppably. As for now, it is on the edge of the transition between the old and new eras, and the match rope
When guns are on the rise...
To put it simply, the matchlocks carried by Columbus's fleet were all hand-held light matchlocks, and the standards were various and not uniform at all. The effective range of these light matchlocks was mostly around a hundred paces, and accurate shooting was only within a hundred steps.
Within forty steps. But at this moment, the shooting from more than a hundred steps away was purely based on luck and relying on the blessing of the God of Probability to kill the enemy...
"shooting!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
"Blessed Mother! It was shot! It was actually shot!...The native spearmen are beginning to collapse again!..."
"What a great opportunity! Charge! All of you, my brave Garcia, charge forward! Scatter these natives, and the gold and women will all be ours!..."
Dead lead bullets roared and shot randomly, some hitting leaves several meters high, and some hitting mud puddles on the ground. In two rounds of threatening shots, they finally hit a Taino spearman in the front row, causing
A morale blow that far exceeds the actual damage!
"Ancestor! Lord God! The devil's lightning! In front of the altar of the Lord God, the devil actually has lightning?..."
"The Lord God bless you! Don't be afraid! Don't panic! Your Majesty has already received divine revelation! This is the white-skinned evil devil's lightning rod gun, and its power is incomparable with the thunder cannon..."
"Quick! Put up the thick wooden shield quickly! Then take out the ancestors' Zemi board from the longhouse and block it in front! The supreme god and the sacred ancestors will protect us!..."
"Ah! The evil spirits are coming! Several evil spirits are coming!..."
"Bah! What are you afraid of? It's really useless! You cowardly turkeys, hold on to the spears in your hands! Aren't they just a few demons?...Follow me and fight for the Lord God! Roar!"
The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear wore bronze armor and held a two-and-a-half-meter bronze spear. His face was full of fanaticism and ferocious piety. He looked around at the leather-armored spearmen he had trained himself, as well as the panicked Taino militiamen, and let out a jaguar sound.
Then, he rushed forward quickly, raised his spear and stabbed Garcia, the boatswain of the Pinta, who was charging with a dagger, stabbing him to the core!
"Haha! God bless you! I obeyed your majesty's prophecy and have been waiting for so long... What kind of white-skinned demon with a beard is there, one spear at a time, as crisp as a zucchini!... Roar! Another one!..."
The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear laughed loudly and pulled out the bloody spear, splashing a large amount of blood. Then, he stepped forward and struck out with another spear, stabbing another sailor who was charging to death, and even the spear was stuck.
It stuck in his ribs. He tried to pull it out, but when it didn't come out, he immediately threw away the spear.
"clang!…"
A sharp iron knife was slashed at an angle. The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear turned sideways slightly, avoiding the vital point of his neck, and hit it hard with the armor on his shoulder. Then, he suddenly pulled out the copper ax from his waist, and struck the head with the axe.
Slashed the third sailor in the face!…
"Haha! God bless you! How can these crispy cactus-fruit-like demons be called demons?!...Haha, watch me chop off their heads!"
Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear killed three people in a row, and his face was covered with blood drops. More than a dozen Taino militiamen further behind were finally inspired by his bravery, and chased after him with their spears raised, and went towards them indiscriminately.
Stab on the opposite side. In front of the rows of spears, one of the seven or eight charging sailors was stabbed to death, and the rest were completely frightened. They shouted something like "Maria"
, turned around and ran away towards the large group of people at the fence!
"Hey! The blood of these demons seems to be no different from the blood of the coastal tribes? Could it be that they are just like us, people made by the gods out of corn?..."
The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear smiled innocently, licked his blood-spattered lips, and tasted the taste of the "evil demons". Although these "evil demons" had white skin that they had never seen before, and long beards, they were full of blood.
The red one has the same sweet and fishy smell.
He thought for a moment in confusion, and after he didn't understand, he stopped thinking about it. He squatted down, pulled out the copper ax that struck the enemy's face, and blood was splashed all over him. Then, he walked to the body of the first enemy he killed.
In front of me, it seems to be a leader among demons, wearing a bright red four-cornered hat like a feather crown on his head. And such a leader's head must have outstanding military achievements!…
“Hey!…”
"Ah! Holy Mother! ...Barbarian! This is an evil barbarian! He cut off Boatswain Garcia's head and held it in his hand to look at...Ah! He tied Garcia's head behind his back!
…”
"O Lord! He is not a barbarian, he is the evil son of the evil snake Herensuge! Quick! Shoot him to death, shoot him to death with a matchlock!..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear picked up a new spear and was about to charge forward with his leather spearmen, when a large amount of lead bullets roared in! The two spearmen who rushed in front were hit on the spot, and they were instantly killed.
They lost their strength. They were like fish that fell in the mud, lying softly on the ground, bleeding constantly while struggling desperately. And a lead bullet whizzed past the shoulder of the fish spear, almost
Just hit his unarmored arm...
"Huh? This is... the lightning rod predicted by His Majesty? It can shoot farther than a long bow?!..."
Seeing the flickering flash of match ropes on the opposite side, Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear frowned, thought for a moment, and then led the spearmen back to the perimeter of the longhouse.
The Kingdom's sharpshooter, who was responsible for training the entire Fishing Bay Department, was delighted. He had already arranged the shield bearers in the front line and reorganized the Taino militia. Then, he inserted his spear beside the altar, lifted the heavy long bow, and squinted.
He raised his eyes and looked at the enemy not far away. The two sides just faced off again in vain across the fence. No one had the momentum to launch a charge or take the initiative.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
"God bless you! Fortunately, it's just like what your Majesty predicted! These demonic lightning rods cannot penetrate the thick wooden shields we prepared in advance! ... After setting up the thick wooden shields, these Taino militiamen, who had low morale and were prone to collapse, were finally stabilized
Come down..."
"That's right! The fish spear, although this kind of lightning is loud and shoots very far, it is really not very accurate! ... After setting up a thick wooden shield, the lightning rod can't cause any casualties. And as long as they adapt to the initial threatening sound, the militiamen
Then you won’t be so frightened...Strange, what are these smoking lightning rods shooting at?"
"Fortunately, what they shot should be small soft stone bullets!... I looked at the militiamen who were shot just now. The wounds were as big as quail eggs, and they would definitely not survive... In fact, there are not many of these demons.
They are not very powerful in close combat, and are not as good as the armored warriors of the kingdom! ... But they have big ships on the sea, thunderous artillery, and smoking lightning rods, so it is really difficult to get close!"
"Fish Spear, you are right! I feel that these ships are just the vanguard of the evil spirits, probably just some tribal hunters or scouts... Their real armored warriors are probably still behind, and I don't know when they will appear!... We have to
Find a way to capture two people alive and torture them for information about the demons!..."
Lead bullets roared and dust flew, but the ships were moored and the sun set silently. A row of simple and heavy wooden shields, together with a row of wooden boards of Zemi God's tablets, were erected at the intersection outside the center of the village. One hundred
The Dotaino spearmen relied on this simple line of defense to resist the shooting of the Castilian sailors.
Further back, the two bronze-armored warriors from the kingdom took off their sweat-soaked helmets, revealing two fierce tanned faces. The tropical sun was too harsh, and November felt like spring.
Warm. While drinking the light salt water from the water bag, they looked at the "evils" more than a hundred steps away.
There were only about fifty "evil demons" on the opposite side, clearly divided into two teams. There were about thirty in their front team, all wearing light-colored clothes and carrying gray-black iron knives. Except for a few leaders in leather armor
Outside, they all wore cloth armor like militiamen. And their rear team, which consisted of more than 20 people, all held a kind of thin long pipe, which was placed on the chest-high fence of the village. From those long pipes, there were
The flickering match rope hung down like a spider's eyes, looking gloomily towards the center of the village. After more than ten breaths, the thin tube would always emit a burst of smoke and emit invisible soft stone bullets.
I don’t know where it was shot...
"Witness the Lord God! Fortunately, the three large ships of the evil demon have not sent out new support yet. It seems that they only have so many manpower! ... What a pity! The Taino militiamen we trained are still too soft-tempered and we don't see them much.
It's OK to use them to gather together for defense. I want to take the initiative to charge despite the "lightning", but I don't have the morale and blood courage!... Lord God! If you give me 20 Kingdom Warriors, or 30 Silver Crow Warriors... Just now
This is a good opportunity to attack, chase them and kill them all at once!..."
"God bless you! Fish spear, the Taino militia can be trained like this, it is much better than I imagined! As long as they have experienced this fight, they will not be so afraid of the evil spirits again! As for the
Now, don't be anxious, wait a little longer! Such a confrontation is beneficial to us!... I have sent people to collect the defeated militiamen, and our number will only become more and more... It is already evening, and it is not until dark.
Far away! Once the sky turns dark and the lightning rod on the opposite side misses its target, it will be a good opportunity for us to lead the militiamen to attack the evil spirits!..."
"That's right! As long as we wait until dark, we are familiar with the terrain, we still have the advantage in numbers, and the militiamen are not so afraid... By the way! Fortunately, have you sent a messenger to notify the Kingdom's fleet in Tiewan Town?..."
"I have already sent someone! It was Yan Yutou, the chief of Yuwan, who went there personally... This old guy saw the demon's big ship approaching and heard the bursts of thunder, and ran faster than Yan!... If he hadn't led
The leaders ran away first. These Taino militiamen may not be so easy to defeat... However, Tiewan Town is a full 600 miles away from the fishing bay! Even if you paddle a boat all night, it will take at least ten minutes to go back and forth.
Oh my God...when the main fleet of the Kingdom arrives, I don’t know where these three demonic longships will go!..."
"Well...this is indeed a problem! I didn't expect that there are so many tribes on Cuba's Snake Island, and the prophesied evil will actually appear first in the fishing bay where we are stationed!...This must be the attention of the Lord God, is it?
The test He has given us!... Praise the Lord God! When it gets dark, I will attack with you and fight for God!..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Okay! Praise the Lord God! Kill the evil demon and fight for God!..."
The two bronze-armored warriors of the kingdom touched their foreheads with one hand, raised their weapons with the other, and prayed a few words devoutly. Along with their prayers, more than forty leather-armored spearmen around them also pressed their foreheads and carved inscriptions.
The emblem of the Lord God, he raised his spear with one hand and shouted excitedly.
"Praise the sun god! Praise Huitzilopochtli! Kill the demon and fight for the god!..."
The ear-splitting prayer sounded from the center of the village, like new thunder or a volcano about to erupt. And when this shocking cry, representing the unbreakable morale, reached the Castilian sailors
In our ears, it is like the last weight that overwhelms the balance...
"Lord! What are these natives howling?"
"It seems like...praying? Yes! They are praying to the evil god!..."
"Damn it! What should we do? The morale of the natives is so high, and they are not afraid of musket fire... How many people must we die to defeat them?..."
The sailors from the three ships looked at each other, hesitating, and even stopped firing their muskets. The habits of the sailors in these fleets were to be brave like Cid when fighting against the wind, and to flee like serfs when fighting against the wind. As for the stalemate,
, they are not the regular army of the kingdom, of course they have transferred to Rufeng! After all, everyone clamored to land before, just to burn, kill and loot, but they were never prepared to fight a real battle with heavy casualties.
…
After a moment of stasis, the boatswain of the Santa Maria, Chachu, was the first to raise a sharp scimitar. He looked around at the sailors present in a menacing manner, then turned around bravely and rushed towards the fish pond outside the village.
!
"Co?o! What a slap in the face of such a hard-pressed native tribe! Garcia can be beaten, he was stabbed to death with a spear, and the muskets on the ship are useless. When it gets dark, it's just a fire stick.
…Joder! All the sailors on the flagship are following me! Hurry! Catch a few big fish from the fish pond, escape back to the ship, and have a good meal!…”
