Chapter 1,260 I'm sorry, I really want to be a good person!
"Boom!...Boom!..."
The dull sound of artillery sounded from the endless sea and spread to all parts of the sea off Lisbon. The sound of artillery was intermittently, once every two quarters of an hour, and there was only one sound each time. It was more like some kind of sea battle than a battle.
Warnings and summonses.
"boom!…"
Following the sound of cannons in the wind and finding the source of the "battle", you can see that this is exactly what happened. A tattered Clark sailboat without a flag was desperately heading into the deep sea with its triangular auxiliary sail on its side.
Escaped. Another light caravel sailing ship, flying the flag of the Portuguese royal family, chased after the big sailing ship, firing cannons into the air from time to time.
But the distance between the two ships was at least 8 or 9 nautical miles, far beyond the limit of any artillery. Obviously, the Portuguese sailing ship was using the sound of cannons to notify other nearby ships to come for support and surround this "suspicious ship"
Big Ship".
"boom!…"
The deafening sound of cannons rang out from the stern of the ship again, causing Bruno's ears at the bow to ring. He did not plug his ears, but squinted his eyes and stared at the fleeing ship in front, estimating the time it would take to pursue him.
"God bless us! We found this big ship around 12 noon...it was 18-20 nautical miles away at that time. The ship's mast was higher, so it must have spotted us first, and then turned the ship's bow to the southwest downwind.
, want to speed up and stagger us..."
"This big ship without a flag seems to be somewhat damaged? The wind is average today. Their downwind speed is estimated to be only 7 knots, while we have at least 10 knots. We can catch up to 3-4 nautical miles in an hour! But we chased for a while.
Finally, the other party realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned from the downwind to the west direction with semi-headwind, and fled to the deep sea... The speed of both ships was reduced by more than half, and they could only pursue 1-2 nautical miles per hour..."
"Look at the sun, it's already 6 o'clock in the evening, it will get dark soon, and we won't be able to catch up anyway... Are these cunning Castilians determined to wait until dark and escape in the dark?
…Ha! Foda-se, looks really ugly, but thinks beautiful!…”
Staring at the large ship fleeing in front, Bruno cursed disdainfully. Such a large Clark sailboat looked like the regular navy of the Castilians. If this kind of ship is full, it can hold five to sixty people and more than ten doors.
The cannon's firepower was two or three times that of his Caravel ship, and the deck was much higher. It was impossible to defeat it in a one-on-one fight.
So when they first met at noon, he was really startled. He hesitated whether to pounce directly or wait for reinforcements around him. But when the other party saw his caravel, he immediately turned around and ran away. It was obvious that
He felt very guilty and didn't know what was wrong. He no longer hesitated, and immediately approached with all the sails, chasing after him!
"How strange! How did the Castilian ship sneak here quietly? Did it come from Galicia in the north, bypassing Porto? Or did it come from Seville in the south, bypassing Lisbon?
Coming here? But there is no news about the patrol fleets in these two places before..."
"Sneak into this area quietly without flying a flag, and run away when you see us... Is it really a spy ship spying on the southern continent?... But the stupid Castilians, why do they use the slow Clark galleon to spy?
Why not use a faster and more agile caravel?..."
Bruno was thoughtful, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt about the big ship in front of him. He looked at the tattered tail sail from a distance, as if it had experienced a storm, and many conjectures arose in his mind. But no matter what, he couldn't imagine it.
The Castilians could go all the way west, deep into the endless Atlantic Ocean, and after several months, they would reach Sipangu in the east, and then return in the stormy season with news of a new shipping route that would change the world!
"Hurry up! Hurry up!... Let me see, let me see... What kind of big fish is there on this strange big boat?..."
The sea breeze roared, and Bruno on the bow stretched out his hand, feeling the touch of the wind blowing on his hand, as if he was holding the sail in front of him, some unknown mysterious treasure, or some destiny-changing promotion ladder!
However, the chase on the sea is so long and helpless. The speed difference between the two sides is not that obvious, and they are both experienced sailors who can make no mistakes. As long as one party gives up fighting and escapes wholeheartedly, it will never be possible to catch up in a short time.
Such chases often last for several days, even ten days and a half. Because once night falls and the ships on both sides lose sight, the fleeing party will get a chance to breathe and quietly escape in a certain direction for the night. Wait until the next day.
, a new search and chase will begin again. Until one side runs out of supplies or is surrounded by the other side...
"Foda-se! It's getting dark!... Damn it! Cunning and weak Castilian goats, let you have another night to breathe! The kingdom's navy has set up a big net, and more and more sailing ships will come. You can't run fast.
It’s such a big ship that you can’t escape in the end!”
The night is a veil on the sea, shrouding everything in silence. The gunfire on Bruno's ship has stopped long ago, and the number of Portuguese ships chasing the large sailing ship has also become three. The three light sailing ships gradually stopped, watching the difficult St.
The Maria escaped into the dark night of the deep sea in the west. Then, under the guidance of night lights, three Portuguese ships approached carefully, and the captains also gathered together to discuss the search direction for tomorrow.
"Blessed Mother! We have caught the goat's tail! We are going to offer it to the king!…"
"That's right! There is something wrong with the large sailing ship opposite. Not only does it have no flag, but there are obvious signs of damage. It is only one ship, and it may have been separated from the fleet. It seems to be short of manpower, and there is not enough room on the deck. This
The ship seems to have experienced a deep sea storm or been involved in a battle..."
"The Lord testifies! As long as we catch them, everything will be clear! The wind is not strong tonight, and they can escape up to 60 nautical miles to the west or 40 nautical miles to the north and south in one night. And there is no cover on the sea. As long as it is sunny tomorrow,
We can find their traces 20 nautical miles away... We divided into three directions, chased them for half a day, then turned 45 degrees each way to search, using the sound of cannons as a signal..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes! That's it! There will be more clippers coming tomorrow, and they can't escape! ... However, we have to catch them as soon as possible! The coming ships are over
The more we have, the less credit we will get, and the less we will share in the ship's belongings..."
"Ah ha ha ha! The Holy Mother protects us! Whether it is credit or property, everyone will share it equally according to the old rules in the south!..."
“Blessed Mother! Good!…”
The tide surged in the long night, and the captains whispered in a low voice. They were all old seals, and they all saw something fishy about this Castilian galleon. However, even without these, a Clark galleon,
That is also a huge wealth several times that of the Caravel sailing ship!
Even though everyone's ships are only dozens of nautical miles away from Lisbon, they have already arrived from the orderly world of God to the unknown deep sea. And in such a place far away from the constraints of rules, even if the opponent raises the flag of the King of Castile,
It can't stop the captains' cannons and scimitars!
After all, they are all old captains who have returned from the southern continent. The blood on their hands and the ink on their hearts cannot be washed away...
"Boom!...Boom!..."
The sun rises over the sea in the east, and darkness falls into the seabed in the west. The experienced Portuguese captains are not comparable to the ancient Sipan natives who have no deep sea experience. In just half a day, the faint sound of cannons came from the north
Come. Then, after hearing the news, the three sailboats turned around, and the increasingly dense nets began to tighten the fish in the nets.
"Lord! After another day of escaping, it finally got dark again... There are more and more damn Portuguese! Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow..."
On the bow of the swaying Clark ship, Captain Dela Cosa bent his waist, standing firmly on his feet, but his heart was shaking badly. His face was as sinking as water, and he watched five Portuguese sailing ships gradually disappearing into the night on three sides. This
For a few days, he and the Portuguese traveled in countless circles on the sea off Lisbon, but they could not get rid of each other. Instead, the Portuguese ships gathered more and more, like a bunch of flies attracting countless flies.
"Bah! What a metaphor! Damn it! What went wrong? Who leaked the news?..."
He wondered if some sailors had leaked the information during the last landing. Otherwise, how could a low-key ship that had never committed any trouble on the Portuguese coast attract so many royal navy searches? He didn't know that it was just
Because of a knight's eagerness for meritorious service and a knight's extortion, he was unprovoked for the crime of spying on Portugal's new sea route. But he knew clearly that as long as another Portuguese ship appeared in the last direction, he would be completely defeated.
It's over, there's no way to escape...
"Joder! We are running out of supplies, and the Portuguese are pressing harder and harder... If we are caught by the Portuguese... what should we say to hide the shocking secret of discovering a new route?... There are more than ten crew members, and two are still alive.
There is also a noisy donkey among the natives... With so many mouths, how can they all speak in one voice, and how can they be sealed tightly?..."
"Not to mention, there are also the belongings on the ship, the gold and silver obtained from Sipangu, tobacco leaves and cotton thread... That's all money!... What would happen if you were caught by the Portuguese on such a sea with no shore?
…”
The sea breeze in late spring brings the atmosphere of hometown. The Iberian Peninsula is right in front of you, and Lisbon, which has tried every means to avoid it, is even dozens of nautical miles away. Desolation appeared in Captain De La Cosa's heart, and the desolation gradually turned into tragic, and then quietly changed.
As ruthless as a poisonous snake!
"Damn it! Before they were caught by the cruel Portuguese...the two natives had to be thrown into the sea, and Sipangu's goods had to be thrown away...and the one who couldn't keep his mouth shut and was famous for being able to see through it at a glance
Donkey, the whole world is clamoring for Columbus sailing westward!…”
Dela Cosa was furious and clenched the dagger at his waist. Columbus had been begging outside the Portuguese court for so many years, and he was a hot-tempered talkative man who could not hide his words. As long as he fell into the hands of the Portuguese, nothing would happen to him.
It can’t be concealed. And with the Portuguese’s long-standing emphasis on the new sea route, secrecy and monopoly, letting the other side know the consequences of the new western sea route, hiss!…
"Merda! In this case, we must solve the hidden danger in advance! I'm sorry for you, respected Commander Columbus, I really want to be a good person!..."
Dela Cosa narrowed his eyes and licked his dry gums. Then, he straightened his spine silently, holding the scimitar with a cold expression, and walked towards the bottom cabin where the commander was detained. His footsteps made no sound, and
Without notifying anyone, like a silent snake opening its mouth, sliding towards its prey wrapped tightly in a spider web...
