Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Seven With so much iron, this is no ordinary tribe of natives!…
"Blessed Mother! Where are the native villages? Where are the tribes?...How many warriors do they have?..."
"In the west! We met several native fishing boats, and they escaped into the lagoon to the west...The native village is far away by the lake!..."
"Lord! The mouth of this lagoon is so narrow, only a few dozen meters wide, and it is very winding... It is difficult for our sailboat to get in, and it is also difficult to get out after entering! What if we encounter a small boat set on fire by the natives again...
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"Protect the Son, bless the Queen! Respected Captain Ohiramatsu has an order: put down the armed boats of the fleet, row into the mouth of the lake, and explore the size and attitude of the native villages in this area... Be careful! Remember to tell
We have no hostility towards the natives we meet, we are friendly friends!…”
"Yes, God bless!... Come and take these shining glass beads as a gift for the natives!..."
Three Castilian sailing ships were anchored at the mouth of the lagoon. The sailors were noisy and busy, and lowered three armed boats. The boats rowed out for four or five miles and went deep along the narrow river. Then, this bright and beautiful place
The coastal lagoon is like an uncarved natural painting, suddenly spread out at the end of the river.
The lagoon is about twenty miles in diameter and is shaped like an embrace. The bay is clear and light green, reflecting the woods surrounding the lake. The beach is continuous gray and white, dotted with scattered fringing reefs. Schools of fish gather at the mouth of the river, and sea turtles are on the beach.
Perch. The lake is bright and bright, everything is like an oil painting; the west bank is broad, and you can see the smoke from the kitchen in the distance.
This beautiful bay was called "Bahia de Banes" in later generations. In this era, it was called "Little Inlet" by the Taino people. The Taino tribe who settled here was called "Plantation"
"The Waterside Tribe of Fruit Trees", the Youshui Tribe of more than 900 people. As for the reason why this place is called "Xiao Shuiwan", it is precisely because one day's walk to the southeast, there is a truly vast area of 50 to 60 miles in radius.
"Nipe Bay". And the large tribes beside "Da Shui Bay" are the Mayari Water Flower Tribe with 3,000 people, and the Iron Bay Town established by the Kingdom!
"Damn it! The natives blew the conch horn again and fled ashore in their boats! ... Lord! What on earth is going on? Why did they run back as if they had seen ghosts when they first saw us?
?…”
"Holy Mother! The native village is not small, at least there are hundreds of people! They blow the conch trumpet and beat the leather drum...ah! They take the spear and mobilize the tribe's men... They are hostile to us and want to fight us
!…”
"Joder! The foreheads of these natives are all carved with those nasty bird patterns!...Damn it! They also have two of those armored, fierce leaders!..."
The second captain, Dela Cosa, rowed the Santa Maria's armed boat, and together with Francisco Erhira's boat, they looked at the situation on the shore. The expressions of the two of them were relatively relaxed at first, but soon became serious.
Got up.
More than a dozen native fishing boats, like frightened flying fish, made beeping conch whistles and fled all the way to the village on the west side of the lagoon. Then, the native fishermen on the boats shouted loudly, making the entire tribe excited.
"O God of the Sun! The evil demon, it's an evil demon! ...The white-skinned, bearded evil demon really appeared from the sea just like the 'Long Legs' of the Spider Cave Department said!..."
Soon, the conch horn of "Didi" and the drum of "Dong Dong" sounded at the same time. Under the command of dozens of leather-armored natives, two hundred strong natives with carved bird patterns carried spears.
, arranged in an extremely crude spear array. The two native leaders, both wearing bronze armor that looked like ancient Greek city-states, were shouting to command the tribal soldiers while carefully watching the small boats in the lake.
"Hiss! Bird patterns are engraved all over the forehead, it's that troublesome tribe again!..."
Francisco Pinzon looked at the shore for a while and then took a breath of air. He frowned and looked at De La Cosa on the other boat, his voice filled with nervousness.
"Dracosa, look at their spearheads! Look at the reflection of their spearheads! ... So much iron! Most of them are iron spears, more than the tribes in that fishing bay! ..."
"Holy Mother, this is a big tribe of iron-rich natives! The further east we go, the more iron there is in the native tribe, and the hostility towards us is getting bigger and bigger!..."
Dracosa frowned suddenly, pondered for a while, and then cautiously suggested.
"Francisco, the native tribes here are very dangerous. Do we still want to get closer to the shore?..."
"..."
Francisco Pinzon thought for a while, and then replied with some reluctance.
"God bless us! We are here and ready to leave at any time... But first we send a sailor to swim to the shore and leave gifts to see!... If we can trade with this big tribe and get goods and supplies...
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The European explorers of the Age of Discovery were fierce and cruel in following the laws of the jungle, but they were also extremely pragmatic and flexible. When they lacked strength and faced threatening local tribes, they would immediately put away their arrogance and arrogance.
They hide their wanton killings and put on more deceptive and friendly faces. But their goal remains the same and never changes, which is to obtain wealth and plunder more, more, more wealth!…
"O Lord! Brave little Gil swam to the shore and dropped a bag of glass beads! ... The natives threw stones at him! ... The armored men of the natives shot arrows at him! ... Ah! He was hit in the knee.
With one arrow, he couldn't escape! ... Holy Mother! A dozen natives carrying spears rushed towards poor little Gil!..."
"Boss, what should we do? Little Gil is about to be caught! The natives here are as ferocious as the tribes in that fishing bay!... We can't get food and water from here..."
"..."
Francisco Pinzon squinted his eyes and stared at the chaotic beach hundreds of meters away. Sailor Gil fell on the beach, howling for help while waving the sailor's scimitar! And a bag of colorful glass beads was there.
Scattered on the beach, sparkling in the sun.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Holy Mother! Save me!... Someone come quickly! Save me on the boat!..."
A dozen native spearmen approached cautiously, holding iron spears, like a pack of dogs testing a wild donkey. They poked and stabbed a few times, scaring the sailor Gil so hard that he rolled over on the beach, and the wounds on his knees were all scratched.
Bleeding constantly.
"Uh-huh! Go carrot!..."
Then, a leader of the natives wearing leather armor shouted, stabbed Gill's wrist, and sent his sailor's scimitar flying away. Several naked native spearmen swarmed forward and took out thick vine ropes...
"Um?…"
Francisco Pinzon frowned and had no intention of rescuing Gil. He carefully watched the movements of the natives, and saw a native spearman with a happy face, lowering his head to get the bag of glass beads scattered on the beach.
But the leather-armored captain who took the lead yelled a few words and slapped the spearman with two sticks! Then, he kicked hard two or three times, kicking all the glowing glass beads into the lake!
"hiss!…"
Seeing this, Francisco Pinzon took another breath and his expression became extremely serious. He no longer hesitated, decisively turned the bow of the boat and shouted to the second captain Dela Cosa next to him.
"Let's go! Dracosa, let's go quickly!..."
"The Lord testifies! Being able to resist the temptation of glass beads and showing such discipline...this is by no means an ordinary native tribe!..."
"We can't communicate with them, nor can we defeat such a large Xipangu tribe and obtain urgently needed supplies... Let's go! Row quickly and get back to the ship!..."
"Blessed Mother! Let's continue eastward! We will definitely be able to find a small tribe of natives!..."
