Chapter 1,390 A sneak attack by the natives! Fire and escape!!
"Boom! Boom!..."
"Lord! The cannonball passed the mast and almost hit the tailmast!..."
"Damn it! Hurry up and fill up the sail! Hurry up and fill it up!..."
The moon was flickering, and the sea was as gloomy as an abyss. Roaring cannons, frantic exclamations, and the hunting wind of ships breaking through the waves all sounded around the flagship, just like the howl before the abyss approaches!
Captain Bruno was awakened by the sudden shouting, and the sound of cannons that followed made him tremble with fear, and sweat broke out on his forehead instantly! They were unexpectedly attacked by the natives at night when they were unprepared.
!This is definitely a dangerous situation, and it is the most dangerous article in the Portuguese Navigation Code!
"Damn it! Hurry! Speed up with full sail! Mobilize all crew members, including the coolie sailors in the cabin!..."
Bruno ran out of the captain's cabin at the stern of the ship with bare feet and a sword in his hands. Two whistling stone bullets grazed the tail mast and crashed into the sea a few meters away. He looked behind him hurriedly,
In the dark sea of night, a fire like an animal's eye lit up, and a huge mouth like an abyssal sea beast opened! Two similar shaped sailing ships, like the fangs of an abyssal sea beast, fiercely attacked both sides of the fleet.
The ship is coming!
"Lord! How could the natives have the Caravel Clipper?! And they could reach such a close position quietly. How is this possible?!..."
At this moment, Bruno's knees went weak and he almost groaned. The two sailing ships that attacked were classic Caravel ships. The jib in the middle was stretched extremely long, and even if the wind was not strong, the speed was astonishingly fast.
.Under the jib, there is an even more frightening scene! The ship is densely packed with native warriors. Although their devilish faces cannot be seen clearly, the spears, copper axes and scimitars are all visible.
, all twinkling with cold light in the night!
"Ah! So many native warriors wearing leather armor?! Is that the scimitar we traded? There are even two cannons... Foda-se! Attack us with our weapons? A bunch of damn barbarians!"
Bruno was filled with fear and had goosebumps all over his body. Those natives were like sparrows in late autumn, pounced on the wheat stalks in the field! And their intention was already obvious, there was no doubt...
"Foda-se! Boss! The big native ship is still approaching at full speed! Their bow is rushing towards us! They are going to join the gang! They must be joining the gang!!..."
"How can anyone jump into a gang as soon as they come up?! This is the Berber people, the Berber pirate style!..."
"Quickly speed up! Increase the speed of the boat! ... There are too many natives! There are too many natives on the opposite boat! Once we are picked up, we will be finished! ..."
"Boom! Boom!..."
Two more stone bullets were fired from the bow of the native boat behind! One hit the stern of the boat, and the other crashed into the side of the boat, making a hole as big as a bowl.
"...You will hear about the war, and you will also hear the rumors of the war. You should be careful and don't panic, because this is inevitable, but the end has not yet come!..."
At this moment, Bruno somehow thought of the Gospel of Matthew. As a naval officer who had been crawling around in the southern continent for ten years, burning, killing and looting, he finally recovered from the shock of the natives being attacked.
He was distracted. Then, he widened his eagle eyes and looked around at the situation on the entire sea battlefield.
"The wind blows from north to south, and the enemy comes from the southeast, half against the wind... Hiss! What is further to the southeast? Is there a large number of small boats that cannot be seen clearly?..."
"Damn it! There are too many enemies! We must leave the battlefield immediately! There is a headwind in the north, and there is support from the natives in the southeast... We must flee westward at full speed! Let Silvera's auxiliary ship also escape quickly!..."
The moon poked out from the clouds, making the battlefield on the sea brighter. The four caravels had formed the four vertices of the trapezoid, sailing together to the west. At the moment, the Portuguese in the west and the Kingdom Navy in the east each occupied
The hypotenuse of a trapezoid. Due to the difference in ship speed, the two sides are still getting closer, and the upper and lower bottom edges of the entire trapezoid are gradually getting shorter!
"Quick! Push the 8-pounder gun on the side of the ship to the stern! Shoot as fast as possible to hinder the pursuing enemy ships! Put the matchlock gun to the stern of the ship! Fire with the artillery! Regardless of whether you can hit it or not, scare the natives and make them slow down.
Some chasing!…”
"Damn it! The natives' sailboats have all caught up to within two hundred meters! ...What are the watchers doing tonight on alert? How did they let the enemy get so close?!..."
Bruno was so angry that he wanted to take out a whip, beat the alert crew member hard, and then hang him on the mast. Being touched by the enemy at such a close distance was completely disastrous according to the experience of the Portuguese Navy!
The wind is not strong tonight, and it changes very much, so you need to be very careful when sailing offshore... The speed of the boat of the natives on the opposite side is estimated to be only more than two knots! It takes an hour on the opposite side to sail 4 or 5 kilometers, which is a quarter of an hour.
Just over 1 km.
There were all senior navy sailors on board. It only took more than half a quarter of an hour from the moment the enemy was discovered to the time the fleet cut off the anchor and urgently raised the sails to set sail. Then the flagship slowly accelerated, and it took more than half an hour to raise the sail.
It was more than one quarter. In this quarter of an hour, the opponent probably pursued for more than 1 kilometer at a stretch, and then they got within an extremely dangerous two hundred meters!…
In other words, the vigilant observers and crew discovered traces of the enemy about 1 kilometer away! In fact, in tonight's environment, the distance and reaction to discovering the enemy ship completely proved that the observers and crew
They are qualified!
This is the senior Portuguese navy, which represents the highest navigation experience and level in the entire European continent, and can react to night attacks. Even the Castilian navy is not so professional and sharp!
For example, Columbus led a fleet and sailed directly into the lagoon rashly, and was dumped by the kingdom's galleys... The Portuguese navy will never make such a mistake! Even if it is attacked at night, they can kill it immediately
Break the anchor and quickly raise the sail to escape!
"The lookouts on the flagship are useless! Standing so high, you can't see anything!... Damn it, Silvera, why did you care about the crew? His lookout post, closer to the inside, didn't even sound the alarm first... They
It’s even more trash! Damn it!…”
"The most abominable thing is the damn barbarian natives! They are still trading with us during the day, but they come to attack us at night! ... No! They are all canoes, where did the caravels come from? Did they come from the west? What about Sipan?
Cuba?...His! Could it be that these days of anchorage are a conspiracy of the natives?!!..."
Bruno was horrified, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He was like a frightened and angry trapped beast, pacing in agony on the ship. Naval battles in this era take such a long time, even if it is a sneak attack, it will not be much faster.
Go! Just like now, although the distance between the two ships is only more than 200 meters, the difference in ship speed has been reduced to less than one knot, which is less than 30 meters per minute.
If this ship speed is maintained, it will take about seven minutes for the pursuing Kingdom sailboat to hit the flagship of the Portuguese exploration team. However, the speed of the flagship is still slowly increasing, and the speed difference between the two sides is gradually getting smaller. This short time
It's just over two hundred meters short. You can see each other's faces on the sea, but you don't know how long it will take to really chase them before they fight each other!
"Bang bang! Bang bang!"
Quartermaster Mattim took the lead in commanding, and six or seven crew members were busy loading matchlock guns with red eyes. The sky was dark, the ship was ups and downs, and the accuracy of shooting was really difficult. They just headed in the direction of the pursuing enemy ship, "randomly"
"Bang bang" fired one round, and then loaded again in a panic and skillfully.
As for the 8-pounder gun, Bosun Haroldo, along with Big John and a few captured native coolies, desperately pushed it to the stern of the ship. Then, the sailors began to load ammunition, and the aristocratic scholar Martin
Trembling all over, he took out the exquisite protractor and began to measure the shooting angle!
"O Lord! These greedy captains and sailors, I have already told them to return early! If they fall into the hands of the barbarian natives...damn it! These barbarians who do not believe in the Lord!..."
At the critical moment of life and death, the aristocratic scholar Martin was under great pressure, and he was even more frightened and angry. As a true aristocrat, he had not yet enjoyed the life of the island manor, so how could he act silently like a humble bottom seal?
Die here? And if he falls into the hands of barbarians, his aristocratic status in the world of God will be of no use at all...
"Adjust the angle! Adjust the angle! Adjust it a little higher and aim at the mast in the middle!... As long as the mast is broken, or the sail on the opposite side is damaged, or their waterline is damaged... their speed will slow down! Yes, again
Raise it a little higher!…”
Scholar Martin measured the angle carefully, but his trembling hands could not settle on it. The 8-pounder gun was powerful enough, but the reloading was too slow. It could only fire twice at most! The life and death of the fleet now depended on the shooting he commanded.
Got it!
“God bless!…That’s almost the angle!…Yes, that’s it!”
In order to measure more clearly, scholar Martin took two steps back and clung to the right side of the ship to keep himself stable. He tried hard to direct the sailors and adjust the position of the artillery. In front of him, there were several heads full of
The sailor was sweating profusely and carefully calibrating the cannon. Behind him, there was a figure of a native who lowered his head and kept silent, carrying ammunition. And just when he took a deep breath and was about to shout the "Fogo" firing order... the native
The man who had been waiting for a long time suddenly dropped the ammunition in his hand and suddenly swooped in like a cheetah!
Scholar Martin let out a shrill scream, shaking the entire flagship! And in the horrified eyes of everyone, after the gunner fired in panic... accompanied by a "bang" of the cannon, the two figures were entangled like this, together.
