Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-One: Gang Jumping! Loyal Gang Jumping!
The night was dark, and the dark shadow of the big ship was cast on the sea, and the endless abyss surged on the bottom of the sea. The gunfire of the sailboat chasing under the night sky was like the roar of the abyssal beast chasing on the bottom of the sea. Then, the sea and the sky suddenly turned over, and the two figures were entangled together, unable to climb over.
The high side of the ship plunges into the endless deep sea!
At this moment, the native sailor remained silent and hugged the scholar Martin tightly. Before jumping into the sea, he suddenly raised his Caribbean face and looked deeply at somewhere on the ship. He whispered softly
After murmuring, he disappeared from behind the side of the ship. Scholar Martin, on the other hand, let out a horrified and shrill cry as he fell, even shaking the entire ship!
"No!!"
"ah!…"
Sushu on the boat opened his eyes wide and huddled behind the sailor, shouting crazily in his heart. He knew that Ah Yue was looking at him when she jumped into the sea!
The complicated parting in that glance was like a moth flying into the flame, so sudden, yet so full of desire for freedom and fearless determination! This was already determined, fearless, and completely grasped
The astonishing jump in timing took away all of Sushu's waiting, as well as the freedom he also longed for, making him instantly weak, excited, and lost...
"Ah Yue... you... you left me... and left!... You... you have to survive..."
"Lord! Martin!..."
Captain Bruno roared angrily, holding the sword in his hand, and hurried to the side of the ship. The side of the Caravel sailboat was not high, not counting the part below the waterline, it was only about three meters.
Bruno could clearly see that the damn native sailor was tightly grabbing the panicked and resisting Martin scholar, and swimming desperately to the east. The two were entangled with each other, and their speed was pitifully slow, but the big ship was accelerating westward.
The distance between the two sides becomes larger visibly to the naked eye!
"Bruno...save...save me!!..."
"Martin!..."
Bruno stood on the side of the ship, gritting his teeth hard, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. Haroldo, the bosun, quickly grabbed a rope and threw it into the water with all his strength, but was kicked away by the native and rubbed shoulders with Martin.
And passed.
Quartermaster Mattim, with two of his cronies, moved the three matchlock guns that had been set up at the stern of the ship and aimed at the two men who were several meters away!
"Boss, what should I do? Do you want to stop the ship?!..."
"Haroldo, what nonsense are you talking about?! The native's sailing ship is about to catch up. How can we stop the ship at this critical moment!..."
Before Haroldo could finish speaking, Mattim interrupted. There was a fierce light in his eyes, he looked at Captain Bruno who was also gritting his teeth, and shouted fiercely.
"Captain! Shoot! From this distance, I am sure that I will shoot that damn native to death in the sea! Kill the native and then throw the cable to Martin!..."
"..."
"Captain! If you don't fire, they will drift away!..."
"...Mattim, are you sure you will only hit the native and not accidentally injure the scholar Martin?...You know, if you kill the scholar...it would be better...let him fall into the water..."
Bruno's voice was faint, and Mattim was startled, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.
Scholar Martin is a true nobleman! If he dies in the shooting of a sailor, according to the laws of the Kingdom of Portugal, even if it is an accidental injury, the crew will be hanged! There are so many people on the ship, if the news leaks... to the captain and crew
He said, it’s really better to let him fall into the sea because of the murder of the natives!…
"Damn it! This cunning barbarian native! No! This group of cunning barbaric natives!!... They must be the internal agents of the big native tribe! For sure!..."
Mattim's eyes flashed, he turned around suddenly, and drew out the sailor's scimitar from his waist. Then, he ran towards the three captured Taíno natives and slashed them three times in a row!
"ah!!…"
The dying screams sounded continuously, and warm blood splashed all over Sushu's head and face. He screamed in horror, and the bloody scimitar was swung down on his head, already close in front of him!
"Boom! Boom!..."
The pursuing native clipper opened fire again, and had already caught up to within 100 meters! Due to a sudden change, the 8-pounder gun on the flagship just did not hit the mast on the opposite side. Instead, it went down and seemed to hit the native.
hull?
At such a long distance, the Portuguese flagship had no idea how effective the bombardment would be. And the opponent's counterattack came quickly. Two 2-pound cannons swept across the stern of the ship and almost hit the stern boom of the ship!
"Lord! Big John is too far forward! He was killed by the natives' cannon, and his body was beaten to pieces! Hurry! Reload quickly and shoot towards the other side!..."
"Foda-se! Stop! Don't kill!... If you continue to kill, there won't be enough manpower to drive the boat!... Mattim! Get back to the stern of the boat and shoot again quickly! Hurry!!..."
Bruno cursed loudly and snatched the bloody scimitar from Mattim's hand. He glanced at the three native sailors lying dead on the deck, glared at Mattim, and threw the scimitar to the already frightened man.
Sitting down, Sushu shouted to the old carpenter Ivo again.
"Ivo! Take him with you! If the enemy joins the gang, you must join in!..."
"It's...Captain!..."
The old carpenter Ivo was trembling, staring at the sea. The scholar Martin did not know whether to live or die, and he had drifted far away from the native sailors. But the two large ships of the natives were getting closer and closer! Seeing that, the four ships were chasing each other.
The trapezoid of the ship's position will become a triangle...
No, another big ship has already caught up! They rammed into Silvera's auxiliary ship, then threw out messy hooks and ropes, howled like hyenas, and started jumping into gangs like sparrows!
"The Lord God bless you! Kill! Kill the evil devil!..."
"Seize the evil leader! Sacrifice to the Lord God!..."
"O Lord! O Holy Mother! Silveira's mate! The natives have jumped on board! ... So many natives, so many natives! They have jumped on board! ... Ah! They are killing people, killing sailors! They are too
There were more, they fought on the deck, they fought on the poop... They surrounded the Knight of Silvera!..."
Amid the panicked shouting of the old carpenter Ivo, Bruno turned around suddenly. The moonlight shone on his face, and then fear showed on his face. He saw Silveira on the fleet's auxiliary ship a hundred or two hundred meters away.
The knight, wearing a half-length knight's breastplate, stood on the high poop...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Silveira held the Knight's Cross Sword and faced twenty enemies who jumped into the gang, and the sailors had all fallen to the ground. He was just like he was more than three hundred years ago
The famous Portuguese knight, Martin Moniz, was going to die with his body in front of the captain's cabin door!
"God bless! Kill! The natives who deserve to go to hell! Kill! The barbarians who despicably attack! Kill! The Greeks wearing chicken feathers...Ah! I am a real Portuguese knight! I can fight one against a hundred!..."
Silveira wielded his family's cross epee, showing off the knight martial arts he had trained since childhood, and resisted desperately and desperately. However, the space on the ship was too small, and he was surrounded by three kingdom warriors who boarded the ship.
Can passively support left and right.
These native warriors are stout and short, but their expressions are far more fierce than the native tribes on the island. They all hold short bronze spears and have bronze short axes stuck at their waists. They look like bronze soldiers of the ancient Greek city-states.
modeling.
However, on the heads of these native warriors, there is no iconic Illyrian helmet of the Greeks, but a strange feathered leather helmet. And the combat skills of these warriors are obviously not suitable for bumpy water battles.
It seems to be a heavy battle on the shore! However, they cooperate very well, and the number of people is still increasing!…
"Ah! Damned natives! You cannot bring down the Lord's warriors! Piety is my shield, and nothing can destroy it... Ugh!!..."
Within a moment, a swift short spear accurately stabbed Silvera's calf, causing his knee to bend in pain, exposing the flaw on the side. Then, two spear shafts struck at the same time, whipping him
He fell to the ground and quickly took away the cross sword in his hand! Afterwards, several native warriors rushed towards him fiercely and took out the sisal ropes wrapped around their waists...
"God bless you! Tie it up! Tie it up! I finally caught a big fish!...Haha! If it weren't for catching someone alive, so many warriors would have shot you to death with spears!..."
Kopili took off his feathered helmet and wiped the sweat from his head. He picked up the cross sword of the "Iron Demon" and looked at the sharp two-sided blade. He raised his eyebrows at first, and then showed joy. This demon leader's martial arts skills
He was very strong, wore very strong "iron skin", and armed with a powerful "magic weapon", he hacked three Taino sailors to death! In order to join the gang, the warriors of the kingdom only wore light leather armor, so they attacked
I have to tie my hands and feet...
Fortunately, after taking down the evil leader, the main god's sacrifice was finally available, and a large ship was captured! It was really not in vain that they hurried on after receiving the message, covering seven to eight hundred miles in four days, leaving behind
All the galleys that couldn't run fast hurriedly caught up with the two evil scouts' ships!
And at night, in order to find the location of these evil ships, they wandered around in the dark, from late night to late at night, without any gains. It was really difficult to find traces of enemy ships in the dark!
…until the faint light of fire in the exposed position on the windward side flashed past the northwest of the fleet!…
"Praise the Lord God! Captain, we killed ten evil spirits and captured eight prisoners! We also found three Taino tribesmen locked in the bottom of the boat. It seems that they were caught by evil spirits on the boat!..."
"Lord God! Captain, there are three evil thunder weapons on the ship! There are also those short tubes that spray thunder, and tough iron knives..."
"Put them all away! Don't leave any behind! ... And the iron skin on the evil devil's body, it's fine after being hit by several spears... Pull it off for me! That's right! ..."
"Search carefully! See if there are any evil spirits who have fallen into the water! It is always difficult to put together a sacrifice with these eight captives... It would be decent if there were eighty of them! Where is the boat behind?
After all the fighting here, they reluctantly rowed over?...Forget it! Let them all disperse and look for any trophies they can pick up..."
Copili gestured twice, inserted the short spear back behind his back, and held the "evil's trophy" tightly in his hand. Although those scimitars were sharp, they felt weird when used, and they were awkward to use. This was the only one.
A cross sword is easy to use. It is used just like an obsidian war club, but it is sharper and extremely tough!
"God bless you! Where's the other ship? Did you also join the gang to seize the ship?...Uh? Why are they still chasing? Didn't they all stick to each other before?!..."
The night faded in the fighting, and the morning light woke up after the bloodshed. Just like the ancient Nahua legend, the blood makes the sun rise and the light illuminates the world. In the slight morning light, Kopili frowned and looked towards the distance.
A mile or two away, two ships were still chasing each other. He looked at the overlapping shadows of the two ships and listened to the panicked shouts and thunder, especially that thunder!
"Boom!!..."
The demon's ship seemed to have an extraordinarily loud thunder weapon, and every shot fired was louder than ordinary artillery! The kingdom's ship chasing behind, after firing several rounds of cannons, finally fired what the warriors were better at.
Traditional weapons, gunpowder arrows for arson!…
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
Streams of red fire flew from the hands of the warriors on the bow and shot to everywhere in front. Their accuracy was uncertain, most of them shot into the sea, and a few fell to the enemy more than a hundred meters away.
The ship brings with it bundles of burning flames!
Yes, more than a hundred meters away! When the two ships were closest, they were once close to twenty or thirty meters. It seemed that they could catch each other just by throwing out the hook. But the 8-pound cannon on the opposite side was something that the kingdom had not expected after all.
"Heavy artillery"! This kind of artillery only hit the big ship twice, and opened two large leaking holes at the waterline of the sailboat! Even if the Tylenol carpenters on the ship started desperately repairing it, the speed of the pursuing ship could not be reached.
Avoid slowing down...
And now, the firing of gunpowder arrows symbolizes one thing! The pursuing kingdom longship has given up its plan to capture the enemy ship, and has begun to set fire to the enemy, intending to burn the evil demon's ship into a torch on the sea!
"God bless! Holy Mother bless! Quick, keep trimming the sails! Speed up a little faster!...Haha, with the sailing skills of these natives, it is impossible to catch up with us!...Uh?! What is this?
Captain Bruno suddenly widened his eyes. The shining gunpowder arrows dragged a long trajectory, made a harsh sound, and scattered like fireworks. This is a primitive gunpowder weapon that is rarely seen on the battlefields of Western Europe. However,
, with the ship so close at this moment, it is extremely fatal!
Because the fireworks "spewed out" by the enemy will always hit a few at the stern of the flagship, causing flames that cannot be extinguished! But the flagship's 8-pound cannon and the powder barrels piled around the cannon are also at the stern...
"Ah! Put out the fire quickly! Put out the fire quickly!...The fire is going to burn to the side of the cannon...No!!"
"boom!!!…"
Accompanied by a particularly shocking thunder, the air wave from the explosion of the gunpowder barrel swept half of the stern of the ship! And amid the dying screams of the sailors, the deck of the stern of the ship was blown apart. The heavy 8-pound gun followed directly
The broken ship plank fell into the deep sea under the morning light!
