Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Nine: A ship raided! It was an enemy attack from the natives!
"Lord! Is everything that happened today too much of a coincidence? ... Although the natives' behavior seems normal, I always feel that something is wrong..."
"Haha! Martin Scholar, caution is a beautiful virtue, but being too cautious means contempt and lack of confidence in yourself! ... Look! These friendly natives brought us a lot of fruits, and some
Fresh fish and shrimp. Bosun Haroldo is the best cook on the ship! He has carefully checked and confirmed the safety of the food. With so many ingredients, we can prepare a sumptuous dinner for everyone to celebrate! Unfortunately,
I’m almost done drinking wine…”
The setting sun was setting, and the fragrance of food wafted from the flagship. Bruno was beaming with joy, and urged Haroldo to take matters into his own hands and prepare some decent dinners. The same was true for Silvera's mate, who saw a lot of excitement in the past. Seeing such a scene,
The aristocratic scholar Martin opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
The huge wealth brought by the native trade has long attracted everyone's attention. And the books of "Oriental Writings" are related to the sailing mission of the two captains, and to their power and future in the Kingdom of Portugal!
Under such circumstances, it is impossible for the fleet to leave overnight. No matter what Martin says, he is just asking for trouble...
"Blessed Mother! Martin Scholar, why are you still here in a daze? Come and eat together! ...Don't worry! After dinner, the fleet will move to the southwest again one league! The night will continue like yesterday, extinguish the torches...Don't say
The natives don’t have any ideas. Even if they really overestimate their capabilities and want to do something... they can’t find us at all! Haha!..."
"Well... that's what the captain said! You are more professional in sailing and fighting... but the Lord is my witness! No matter what, we can't delay any longer! No matter what the deal is tomorrow, we have to leave this coast!..."
"Okay! Listen to you! Haha!..."
This rare dinner lasted until very late. The fleet moved a little less distance than planned. When the moon came high, the crew hurriedly lowered the anchor and returned to the cabin to rest.
Of course, sentries on rotating alert must still be set up. The flagship is still moored on the outside, allowing the auxiliary ships closer to the inner layer to serve as cover. As for the coolie sailors captured on the ship, they are all locked in the cabin to prevent escape.
Bottom. The Portuguese navy often catches coolie sailors in the southern continent. They are very familiar with this kind of thing, so naturally they have a set of rules and methods that have been passed down!
Dark clouds gradually came in, like spider-like hooks, tightly binding the moon. The night became dim for a while, and almost nothing could be seen clearly even two miles away on the sea. And such weather, for the navy, is actually
It is a symbol of safety. Because it is almost impossible to find the enemy in the dark on the vast sea! Soon, one after another snoring sounded in the crew's bunk, like the nocturne of a deep sleep...
"Huh...huh!..."
Shushu closed his eyes and snored rhythmically. The night seemed to freeze at this moment and became extremely long. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Huh...huh?..."
Sushu looked around, pursed his lips, and like a silent ghost, climbed up from the couch softly. Then, he paused, picked up a piece of dirty sheepskin, and then climbed towards the hatch.
He climbed very lightly from the bottom to the deck. He looked up at the moon for a moment, and then it was covered by dark clouds.
“...It’s really dark tonight!…”
Sushu frowned slightly and paused for a while on the deck. He vaguely heard snoring on the observation deck. The observer who should have been alert must have fallen asleep. Then he fumbled and picked up the light that was extinguished on the deck.
Torch, and then ignite it with a crisp fire.
"嚓…"
A faint flame jumped on the torch, crossing the endless night, and no one knew how far it could reach the sea. Susui did not stop, but held the torch, slowly, with very light steps, slowly
He slowly walked forward along the side of the ship. He walked for a long time, a distance of more than ten meters, until he reached the bow of the ship, where there were two suspended wooden boards...
"...Who is it? Who is lighting the fire?!"
A fierce voice suddenly sounded behind Sushu, making him tremble with fear and break out in cold sweat! Then, a strong big hand suddenly grabbed his neck, and the other hand directly
Took away the torch!
“Ah! God bless you!…Ahem!…”
"Huh? Is it you? That lucky native guide?..."
The torch suddenly came closer, and the prickly Sushu couldn't open his eyes. Then, a ferocious eye stared over, glaring hard at Sushu's face.
"Damn it! The captain has an order! No torches are allowed at night!...Say! What are you doing?!..."
"Ahem!... I ate too much at night... I had diarrhea... I wanted to squat on the board of the boat... but it was too dark! I couldn't see because I was afraid of falling off the boat... Then I lit the torch..."
"Huh?...You can't see at night? Are you a night blind person?..."
"yes…"
The hand on his neck gradually loosened, and Suchi reluctantly opened his eyes and saw clearly the person opposite...it was senior sailor Big John, a master of killing people with a machete!
Big John squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the expression on the guide Sushu's face. He really couldn't see anything wrong. He looked at Sushu's hand again and grasped a piece of dirty sheepskin. It was where the sailors were squatting on the ship's plank.
Big John frowned, thought for a while, and pointed to the suspended ship plank with his hand!
"You guys, don't you want to squat on the board of the boat? Squat now! Show me!..."
"Pfft...wow..."
"Damn it! How much offal did you eat at night?...Evil..."
Seeing that Sushu was not lying and that he was indeed hungry, Big John allayed his suspicions. However, he had no patience and squatted on the boat with this guy... He threw the torch directly into the sea with his hands, then turned around and left!
"Lord! Torch...Light!..."
"The captain is not allowed to light torches, it will reveal the fleet's position! If you dare to do this next time, I will throw you overboard!..."
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“If you can’t see it, squat down and crawl back by feeling it! Never light a fire!…”
Sushu whined until Big John left, then slowly lowered his head. The boundless night was like the deep sea, connecting from the sky to the sea, rushing toward him. And in this vast night, he really couldn't see
In the clear distance, I can't see my own future clearly, let alone the future of the evil fleet! Even though this future is coming soon!
“Ancestors’ blessing!…”
Sushu didn't squat on the deck for too long. He actually squatted on the deck and crawled back gropingly. Big John looked at it from a distance and didn't step forward to pay attention. He just let out a few disdainful laughs.
Big John doesn't even remember how many natives he has killed in the Southern Continent! That is to say, the captain has strict rules, and this native is a translator and useful to the fleet, so he is alive today... Damn cowardly native
, he will get more money than a senior sailor like him! Sooner or later, we will find an opportunity to rob him!…
“God bless you!…”
Sushu slowly crawled back to the bottom of the bilge and climbed onto the couch again. The snoring in the cabin was still coming and going, and he didn't disturb anyone. He just opened his eyes like this, nervously hearing his own heartbeat, and he seemed to hear something in his ears.
At the sound of approaching ships...
"Is it coming soon? Is it time to come?..."
"Why aren't you here yet?..."
"It's so dark, how could you not see the torch and not be able to find this place?..."
"Aren't you here yet...? Huh...huh..."
Shushu muttered and thought in his heart, feeling drowsy, and gradually closed his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, maybe a few quarters of an hour, maybe only a moment. But soon, he suddenly woke up and heard loud noises.
John shouted in terror! The shout was like a bolt of thunder blasting through the night, suddenly resounding throughout the ship!…
"Holy Mother! There is a ship... there is a ship attack! Alert! There is an enemy ship attack!!..."
“The enemy! It’s the enemy!… It’s two big ships! Two big, light ships!…”
"Quick! Cut the anchor rope quickly! Raise the sail, raise the sail quickly!..."
"Ah! They are approaching! The auxiliary ship is about to be approached! There is another one, coming straight towards us!...Hurry and raise the sail!..."
"Damn...the boat is full of natives! A boat full of natives! A boat full!!...Ah! And there are cannons?!..."
"Boom! Boom!..."
At this moment, Big John no longer had to shout. This was not only because all the sailors had woken up, grabbed scimitars and muskets from the cabin, and rushed to the deck in panic. But also because the natives had loaded the cannons in advance,
He had already approached the shooting range of several hundred meters, and then two firelights flashed and blasted towards him!…
