Chapter 1,382 The beginning of 'good', the first 'intimate' contact!
West side of Haiti, Gonave Bay, Taino Marion tribe.
"Lord! Such a big village! This should be the largest village we have seen along the way. Such large fields and fish ponds, as well as rows of thatched houses, and several large wooden long houses... This is simply
It’s a small town with at least two to three thousand people!”
"Blessed Mother! Everyone be alert! Don't drop anchor, lower the sails and wait and see for a while, try to contact the local natives... But be prepared to leave at any time!..."
Bruno stood on the bow of the flagship, looking at the villages and towns on the shore, the center of the Western Stone Alliance, and the Marion tribe. Among the local natives, it also has another name, "Gonaibo", which is Spanish
In the name, the origin of Gonaf. And the Gonaf Bay in later generations was named after this. As for the meaning of this word, it is "the important place where Kasike/cazique is located", that is, "the great chief's place".
"Government Office"!
"Ancestor! The white-skinned evil demon really appeared in a big boat just as predicted!..."
"Blessed by the gods who can fight in the west! Hurry, run away! Report to the chief and the new shaman..."
After seeing the fleet appear, the small fishing boats on the seaside fled to the villages in panic. Then, the entire villages and towns mobilized and gathered hundreds of men with spears. The men shouted in confusion at first,
However, under the severe scolding of dozens of key militiamen, they gradually formed a crude formation.
The front formation is very large and dense, consisting of rows of strong militiamen holding short spears. The rear formation is smaller and loose, consisting of dozens of militia archers carrying hunting bows, blowing arrows, and throwing stones and spears. The formation behind the formation is small and loose.
The village militia did not form a formation on the seaside, nor did they try to intimidate the large ship. They just guarded the fire pond in the center of the village, maintaining a defensive posture at a distant position where the artillery lost accuracy. The hostility did not seem to be strong.
"Huh? The natives of this village seem to be very organized! They can formulate formations, even the most crude and simple formations, which are much better than all the tribes I have encountered before! This level of organization, it seems
It seems to be similar to the large native tribes in the southern continent..."
"Boss! Look, they actually have iron spears! There are also people wearing simple leather armor! ... Hey! There are also golden spears? Are they bronze? Their leather armors are also more exquisite, they must be the heads of natives
people!…"
"...?!…"
Bruno's eyes widened and he observed carefully for a while. He discovered that there were indeed three types of people in different costumes in the native team.
The first type is made up of 90% of the strong men, holding stone spears and bone spears. They don't even have civilian clothes, and are a large yellow piece. The second type is about 10% of the militiamen, wearing simple leather armor, holding
Gray and black iron spears. As for the last third type, they are probably the leaders who command the battle. There are only seven or eight of them in total, but they all wear relatively fine leather armor and hold golden bronze spears. About half of them are carrying
Big bow.
"Holy Mother! This village...well, it is a powerful tribe of natives! Pass the order, maintain a friendly attitude, and don't fire indiscriminately, especially the ship Silveira!..."
"Arrange another sailor to row a boat to the shore and bring some gifts! Just stay on the shore and let the natives get it by themselves!..."
"Adjust the bow of the boat! If the natives row to attack us...immediately sail to the deep sea and leave at full speed along the route we are familiar with!..."
The first contact between the Portuguese fleet and the Marion tribe was not smooth, but it was better than expected. The sailor Big John carefully placed a bag of glass beads and two bright hats on the shore, and then quickly
Escaped back to the boat. Soon, a large tribe of natives sent someone to pick up these things.
Then, it seemed that the gifts had some effect. After an hour of confrontation, the two natives nervously walked out of the village, placed some shell pearls, cassava fruits, and asked all the sailors to
What caught my eye was a piece of placer gold the size of a fingernail! The placer gold was placed on the brown-gray cassava, reflecting the moving golden light in flashes!
"Lord! Is this? Is this a gift from the natives?! They, they actually have gold!!..."
Although it was only a few dozen grams of placer gold, after this golden "little thing" was brought back to the Caravel sailboat, the sailors on the entire ship were in a state of excitement! They stared at Bruno with extremely longing eyes.
The placer gold held in the hand was like looking at some "sacred object of the church"... In just a moment, the morale of the entire fleet was aroused, and the ordinary native villages and towns on the shore seemed to be covered with a cloud.
Layers of alluring golden light!
"Boss! Knight Silveira has sent sailors over! He asked if the natives had given them a piece of gold just now? If there was gold, should they bombard the native villages with artillery? He said that the distance was a bit far.
His two-pounder can't hit him, so he has to let the flagship's eight-pounder come, or transport the two-pounder to the shore..."
"Damn it! Tell that idiot Silvera! Let him take care of his own hands and his subordinates! This native village cannot be defeated by less than forty of us! ... What's more,
This is the first large tribe of natives that is willing to communicate with us, and has shown goodwill... Give it all to me honestly! Don't think about plundering, we are civilized people blessed by the Lord! Bring out some natives
Come here with something rare and see if you can exchange it!…”
After Bruno reprimanded him, he repeated the "friendly" and "vigilant" orders to the entire fleet. Then, after pondering for a long time, he decided to send Haroldo, the most flexible boatswain, to the shore with translator Sushu.
Try to communicate with the natives again.
"Haroldo! You know how to be friendly... This time, give the native chief two sharp sailor scimitars! Aren't they fighting with the two southern tribes? They will definitely like such a gift, just
Like those tribes in the southern continent!…”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then, let the guide shout to the natives! Use our weapons in exchange for some native food! It is best to use shelf-stable dried fish, but it is not possible.
, I want the kind of soaked white paste powder! That thing is very filling, but it breaks too easily..."
"Also, keep an eye on the guide Chisui! Don't let him talk too much... Pay attention to the changes in the native's expression! Well, just in case!..."
"Yes! Boss!..."
Amid the confrontation and vigilance between the two sides, the second contact began again. Haroldo took Sushu with him and moved closer, tentatively reaching the edge of the village fence. There was a commotion among the militiamen arrayed in the village, and it seemed that they were about to
They rushed to fight, but were stopped by the backbone and the "leader".
Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Haroldo put down the two scimitars in his hands a hundred or two hundred steps away and made a gift gesture. Then, he slapped the potato hard, as if pressing a mechanism that can speak.
, Shushu shouted loudly.
"Blessed by our ancestors! We are a friendly tribe and a fleet of friends! Our God is the benevolent Cross God, who likes peace and blessings! We have no ill intentions towards the chief here, but are full of respect and are willing to give gifts to our friends.
!…”
"These two sharp weapons are gifts from our Capitang leader to the chief of the tribe! We have more such sharp weapons that can be provided to our friends' tribes... and we hope to get something to eat as a reward.
Return gift! Preferably dried fish..."
The guide Shushu shouted many times in Taíno. The native village seemed to be in a commotion again, accompanied by various shouts in Taíno. As Shushu listened, his face obviously changed.
He lowered his head unconsciously, not knowing what he heard.
"Huh? Shushu, what did they just say?..."
"ah!…"
Sushu trembled all over, and when he looked up, he saw Haroldo's round face staring at him with a smile on his face. He swallowed nervously and replied in a low voice in stuttering Portuguese.
"...They scolded me and called me a white-skinned evil spirit... The guide fish of the white-skinned tribe not only helps sharks find prey, but also eats the rotten meat between sharks' teeth... After I die, my soul will fall into the deepest seabed forever.
I can’t even swim up!…”
"...Huh?...Guide fish and shark? The soul can never swim out?..."
Haroldo raised his brows, feeling very interesting about these novel metaphors of the natives. The natives here seemed not to know about purgatory, could it have nothing to do with the devil?... He thought for a while, smiled and patted Chichi on the shoulder.
, said comfortingly.
“Shushu, you don’t have to be afraid! You have converted to the Lord, and your soul after death will be saved by the Lord and will not be captured by the devil at the bottom of the sea!…”
"By the way, you ask again, try to ask a few questions! See if they still have gold? If so, we can exchange for some more, more... um! Use excellent leather armor to exchange with them!
