Aztec Eternals

The turbid river water rushes into the not-wide Jibala Bay. The chaotic shouts broke the peace and tranquility that had existed for hundreds of years. At this moment, the two sides confronting and fighting are hundreds of Taíno militiamen under the command of the Kingdom of the Lake, and eighty sailors from the Castilian exploration fleet!

"Get on the boat, besiege the evil spirits, and fight for God! Roar!..."

The sun rose high in the sky, and the great Taíno Spider Den tribe was buzzing with people. Under the instigation of the priests and warriors of the main god, the strong men of the tribe were mobilized. They carried spears, slings, and flint javelins on their backs. They gathered on the wide coast and yelled at the big ship with all their strength!

In fact, the peaceful and kind-hearted Taino people, even though they are tall and powerful, and even after two or three years of training, are still not a group that is good at fighting. Their only source of courage lies in the "thunder" that far exceeds the number of "evil demons", the "blessing" of the main **** priest, and the overwhelming warriors of the kingdom!

"Blessed by the Lord God! Pious warriors of the Lord God, pick up the slings and javelins and fight for the God!..."

"O Lord! How dare these ignorant natives attack the kingdom's fleet first! Are they crazy? How dare they use such a small canoe to attack our big ship?"

Under the disbelieving gaze of Columbus, the commander of the expeditionary force, the first wave of forty canoes, loaded with more than a hundred naked Taíno fishermen wearing only loincloths, rushed towards the fleet with wild shouts!

"Don't be afraid! Hurry! Paddle up and surround their boat!..."

"Blessed by the Lord of the Sun! We don't have to get close... we can throw stones and javelins from afar to kill the evil spirits on the ship!..."

These canoes are only two or three meters long, close to the sea level, and each can only carry three or four people. The fishermen on the boat paddled quickly and rushed towards the three "evil" boats, like a group of flexible Cuban "flies", buzzing and rushing towards the three ferocious Castile " Bullfighting”.

"Vaffanculo! These stupid and arrogant natives! What on earth are they going to do? They don't have a ram for the bow of the ship, a rope for jumping, or even an iron cone for hewing the ship... They are rushing over, shouting to die. Of?! Merda!…”

Columbus cursed loudly, his eyes showing both puzzled contempt and furious irritation. In such a shallow bay close to the coast, the boat paddled by the natives is obviously more flexible than the ocean-going sailboat!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Soon, the small boats of the natives circled around and rushed into the gap between the three sea ships. The natives on the boat shouted and fired stone bullets with slings, or threw crude javelins. They don't have the courage or the conditions to jump into a gang. All they can do is to keep throwing attacks and shouting threats!

Such a powerless harassment is not painful at all to the three condescending ocean-going ships, but it just makes people extremely irritated. The most furious among the crowd was Commander Columbus, who was stoned by the natives because he was wearing too bright clothes. He stood on the bow of the boat, which was nearly four meters above the water, covering his swollen forehead, retreating in panic and yelling angrily.

"Cazzo! Damn it! ...Quick! Quick! Shoot me! Shoot me!"

"Boom! Boom!... Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Soon, there was roaring thunder on the three sailboats! Two 3-pound cannons and more than twenty matchlock guns flashed with dazzling fire. However, this powerful round of shooting, although it caused a wave of waves in the sea, only hit two Taino sailors. In such a chaotic and undulating sea, shooting such a flexible "fly" is much more difficult than shooting a village on the shore! …

"Damn! These nasty flies! They really make me sick!...Merda! I want to see how much energy you have left and how much longer you can row?!..."

Seeing the results of the shooting, Columbus' face was livid and he gritted his teeth angrily. And the second round of Thunder's bombardment followed closely.

"Boom! Boom!... Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Under the bombardment of the fleet, the native boats fled in panic, like flies that had been dispersed, escaping everywhere. But new canoes kept joining, and canoes that were scared away kept returning. There were more and more flies surrounding the fleet, increasing from thirty or forty ships to fifty ships, and the flying stones were everywhere. This situation of being surrounded by natives is like a fly barking at a dog, casting an ominous shadow over the hearts of the Castilian sailors!

"Haha! It turns out that these so-called 'evil demons' only have this kind of strength! They lack bows and arrows and can't flexibly charge. They can't even take down the first wave of testing militiamen!... It's useless for me to follow the will of God and be on tenterhooks. Yeah, I’ve been carefully preparing for so long!…”

Looking at the messy sea surface, Osprey, the leader of the Spider Cave Warriors and the Silver Crow Warrior, narrowed his eyes and gradually raised the corners of his mouth. He no longer hesitated, raised the spear with the flag high, and swung it down towards the sea with all his strength!

"The Lord God bless you! Pious warriors of the Lord God, pick up the oil cans and torches and fight for the God!..."

"O Lord! These damn, damn, **** flies! I'm going to turn the boat around, knock you over one by one, and send you into the sea one by one!..."

The three Castilian sailing ships turned their bows and began to spin and collide stiffly, releasing another round of artillery and musketry. The surrounding "fly swarm" was knocked over two canoes and dispersed again, and the number of flying stone bullets was also reduced. However, while the firearms were being reloaded, a new batch of twelve canoes, loaded with fifty leather-armored militiamen, suddenly rushed from the shore shouting!

"Row quickly, row quickly! Charge forward, charge forward! The number of demons is smaller than ours, they can't defeat us!..."

"Blessed by the Lord of the Sun! Wrap the cotton thread on the torch tightly and soak it in the tung oil of the Malabu tree!..."

"Yes! That's it! Light the torch and speed up! ... When you get close to the demon's ship, throw the torch on it! ..."

"God bless you! Throw the torch! Burn the evil spirit to death! Throw it!..."

Under the cover of the first wave of canoes, the second wave of canoes came quickly, and the elite militia paddlers paddled fast. Their faith is more pious and their courage is higher. Even if their courage is not enough, they can't support a gang to fight in close combat. But they still had the courage to rush to the demon's big boat, throw the lit oil torch aboard, and row away quickly... This way, they didn't need to be harassed from the front!

"Huh! Bang!..."

One stick, three sticks, ten sticks! ...The second wave of canoes scurrying around, like ants spraying flames, kept throwing lit oil torches onto the Castilian ship. The cost of this kind of throwing torch is very low, and it is very simple to make. It is a short stick that is easy to throw, one end is tightly wrapped in thick cotton thread and cotton cloth, and it is filled with oil and lit. And such crude weapons posed a far greater threat to the three large ships than throwing stones, bows and arrows, and javelins!

"Huh! Bang!..."

Many torches were thrown high on the side of the ship and flew back into the turbid sea. More torches were extinguished by the panicked sailors on the big ship, and the rest were thrown off the ship again... But there were always a few torches flying around, igniting the ropes on the deck, and even igniting the linen clothes of the sailors!

"Holy... Holy Mother! The natives threw torches! They actually wanted to burn the boat!..."

"Damn it! This torch is stained with oil! It's still burning after being thrown in!... Damn it! How come they have so much oil!..."

"O Lord! Quick! Fight the flames quickly!... Throw the torch back!... Quick! There is water in the stockpile! Bring it over quickly!..."

"Ah! Shameless and cunning barbarians! They want to burn us to death!..."

This time, facing the boats that kept throwing oil and torches, the captains of the three sailboats all changed their expressions! When the random flames ignited and the choking smoke drifted, all the pride, confidence and anger of the Castilian captains dissipated in an instant and turned into unconcealable fear!

"Vaffanculo! O Lord! Set fire to the boat? How can these natives in canoes really leave us alone?!... Diamine! These cruel barbarians! How dare they attack us brutally! They want to Let God's people die, let the outstanding commander of the expedition die!..."

"Capullo! Imbécil! Columbus, you irritable donkey, stop yelling! Put out the fire quickly!...Hurry up and order the U-turn, hoist the sails and escape!..."

On the flagship, the always low-key second captain Dela Cosa ran anxiously, shouting and running, desperately trying to put out the fire everywhere. And Gutierrez, the always calm royal butler, became so angry that he personally ordered the sailors!

"Witness the Lord! In the name of the Queen! I command you! Turn around and retreat into the deep sea! ... No, the direction is wrong! Stupid low-class people! The wind is coming from the west, fill up the sails and head east! ..."

"Haha! The demon's big ship is smoking! Their copper beast has stopped ringing! ... No! They turned the ship around and they want to escape! The demon is going to escape!..."

The warrior leader Osprey looked at the fireworks on the beach with a high-spirited look on his face. But soon, his eyes widened and he saw that the demons wanted to escape! He dropped the iron spear fiercely and took off his bronze armor in a few seconds, revealing his muscular upper body. Then, he picked up a long bow and a pot of wrapped gunpowder arrows, and shouted sternly at the surrounding kingdom warriors.

"The Lord God bless you! Pious warriors of the Lord God, pick up your big bows and gunpowder arrows and fight for the God!"

"These big ships have no oarsmen! Set their sails on fire! They won't be able to escape! …"

"Yes! Boss!... Bring rockets and burn them to death!..."

The fierce warriors of the kingdom agreed with a bang, took off their bronze armor one after another, and boarded the boat with their bows in hand. Then, the third batch of twelve canoes, each carrying a kingdom warrior with a bow and arrow, and three sailor militiamen paddling quickly, chased the Castilian fleet that turned to flee.

"Quick! Let's go! Don't worry about the idiots on the flagship! Our ship is fast, let's go first!..."

"Turn around! Turn around! Go to the open sea! The native boats are light and small, they can't stop us!..."

"O Lord! It's the west wind! The west wind is strong! Full sail and sail eastward!..."

Jibala Bay is so wide that even if it is filled with three large ships and seventy or eighty small boats, it will not be crowded at all. But the bay at this moment is so narrow, so narrow that all the big ships and small boats are gradually getting closer, and so narrow that the rockets are constantly chasing!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

The lit gunpowder arrows made a high-pitched sound and flew randomly in the sky, like firebirds scurrying around, trying desperately to light something!

"Vaffanculo! Merda! Minchia!"

Faced with the threat of death, Columbus on the UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net flagship jumped to his feet and cursed continuously. At this moment, even his majestic admiral uniform was burned by the fire and turned into a black beggar's uniform!

"Checazzone! Sonoincazzato!"

For a while, Columbus was furiously firing at the bow of the ship, cursing the two "shit idiots" on the caravel for running faster than himself! He turned around and looked back for a while, angrily cursing the native boats that kept releasing rockets, and those "poisonous wasps" that chased them so hard that they even chased them into the deep sea! Until a rocket flying around accidentally hit the tail sail at the stern of the ship and exploded into a floating fire...

The outstanding, brave and fearless commander of the expeditionary force burst out with a shrill howl that shook the whole ship, just like a crow calling for death!

"Hijodeputa! Diamine! Our sail is on fire!..."