Aztec Eternals

"Diamine! Cazzo! Hijodeputa! The ferocious and ignorant savage natives who emerged from the sea attacked those shameless betrayal and **** idiots from the kingdom!...Ah! Three galleys, all full of armored native warriors! Damn it! , this must be the navy of the ancient Japanese kingdom of Sipan!…”

"Brother-in-law! Commander! What to do? What to do now?!..."

"Bah! Merda! Why panic! What should I do? What do you think? Huh?!..."

On Clark's sailing ship St. Mary, the commander of the expeditionary force, Columbus, yelled and cursed while personally grabbing the steering rudder at the stern of the ship. His legs were a little unsteady, his thick arms were shaking, and he kept swearing, like a stubborn donkey braying in the face of a pack of wolves.

"Vaffanculo! Those idiots followed the Pinson brothers and dared to betray the wise and wise commander of the expeditionary force... Bah! Do I care if they die? They would rather have their heads cut off by the natives!..."

"Quick! Turn around! Turn! Full sail!..."

"Ah? Yes! Commander!...Turn! Turn quickly!..."

Alana, the captain of the watch, boatswain and brother-in-law, gave the order hastily. But halfway through the shouting, he paused again and turned to look at Columbus.

"Brother-in-law? Where to turn?"

"Fool! Fool! The wind blows from the southwest to the northeast!"

Columbus roared angrily, his eyes fixed on the sea several miles away to the southeast, looking at the five large ships that collided with each other, listening to the bursts of cannons and shouts of death, and the faint sound of another Dispersed screams. Two breaths later, he suddenly changed his mind and gave the order decisively.

"No! Turn due north and go straight to the deep sea! Full sail!..."

"Yes! Full sail, due north!..."

Alana barked orders and urged the sailors on the ship. It wasn't until the bow of the ship started to turn that he anxiously approached Columbus and asked uneasily.

"Brother-in-law...Commander! Aren't we going to save the Pinta?"

"Minchia! Checazzone! Go save them?... Alana, are you the Angel of Mercy in front of the Holy See? Or did your head get caught in the **** of a goat? I want brother Pinzon to die?...Aha! So many natives who jump into gangs, The three Pinsong brothers are dead!...""

"Ah? Ah this?...Brother-in-law, I don't mean the Pinson brothers. I mean, the two royal stewards on the Pinta, and the Queen's credentials!...What if we don't save him and the Queen finds out about it when we go back?" …”

"Huh? Two royal butlers? Gutierrez and Rodrigo?"

Hearing this, Columbus bit his thick lips, his face a little uncertain. He looked at the silent second captain Dracosa on the other side and asked with a dangerous expression.

"Dear Second Captain Dracosa, what do you think?..."

"Ahem! Dear Commander Columbus, I obey your orders..."

"Merda! Dracosa, don't try to fool me!...Answer me! What are your plans!..."

"Ahem!...I think..."

The second captain, Dracosa, pursed his lips and his expression changed, finally turning into a cold undertone. He knew the intention of Columbus' inquiry, so he was silent for a few breaths and then spoke calmly.

"It can't be saved, and it can't be saved... If they can return to the Kingdom's port, they will die of a sudden illness, and we will do our best to treat them..."

"What about the sailors?"

"Damn it! The sailors can't see the Queen's officials. Let them keep their mouths tight... Whoever dares to talk too much will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish!..."

"…Good! Merda is so good!…"

Columbus cursed, laughed, and nodded. Suddenly, he grabbed Dracosa's arm and growled lowly.

"Dracosa...Juan!..."

"Uh! Commander Columbus?"

"From today on, we are a team! If you can escape this time... I will perform a beak oath with you, swear to the devil, and become secret society brothers!..."

"Ah?. Ah this? Commander...I..."

Hearing the sudden and undeniable blasphemous words, and looking at the other person's red eyes that contained murderous intent and madness, Dracosa was stunned, with a bitter smile on his face. After a while, he nodded helplessly.

"good!…"

"...Good! That's so good from Minchia!..."

Columbus laughed again, but the second captain remained silent. He silently looked at the crashing and fighting sea not far away, and at the ancient coast of Xipan, which was rich in life but full of dangers, and finally shouted from the bottom of his heart, showing an extremely rare madness.

"Ah! Merciful Virgin! This beautiful, rich and dangerous coast! This mysterious and savage island! This must be the test given to us by the Lord!...Commander Columbus, Chief Columbus!...Come, come! Let’s pray to the Lord together!… Because the native’s boat saw us and chased us!…”

"Minchia! The natives who deserve to be burned in hell! Even though they are so far away, they won't let us go!..."

The Santa Maria spun around, and Columbus's eyes widened and he turned around. The only thing that didn't change was his red eyes. He looked at the five large ships fighting in gangs a few miles away, and seemed to see two motionless aphids entangled by three long dead maggots. As for the densely packed native warriors climbing up, they were like ants biting aphids. Then, he looked closer to the sea. Seven or eight canoes, each carrying four or five native paddlers and warriors, were quickly pursuing them.

"Checazzo! Bah! They're just canoes, bug-like things! The huge Santa Maria can overturn them with just a slight bump!..."

Seeing these small boats chasing after them, Columbus sighed twice and curled his lips in disdain. But soon, he thought that he seemed to have said the same thing a few days ago when he was being chased in "Xiao Shuiwan". But the ending of that time was that the natives chased me, burned the tail sail with rockets, and almost left me alone...

"Diamine! God bless! God bless!..."

Columbus paused and said a rare and sincere prayer. After praying, he cursed again.

"Merda! A bunch of idiots! Do you want to die if your hands and feet are so slow?!...Quick! Quick! Adjust the sail and raise it to full!"

"It's windy today. As long as you speed up north and escape into the deep sea...the natives' boats can't keep up! They can only chase for a while!...Blessed Mother!..."

"Ah! Brother-in-law! It's over!... The natives on the Pinta are cheering! The Pinta, it...it's over!..."

"What! So fast?!..."

Columbus suddenly widened his eyes and looked southeast. I saw a group of native warriors wearing dark green leather armor on the Pingta, all raising their spears and shouting fanatically. And a native officer whose appearance he couldn't see clearly held up something that he couldn't see clearly, raised his head and shouted a prayer to the sun!

“Praise be to the Lord Huitzilopochitli!…”

"This...this is...Minchia! A group of ferocious, ant-like savages crawling out of purgatory! Diamine!"

Columbus' hands and feet were trembling slightly, and he was cursing randomly. Although he couldn't clearly see the "thing" raised by the native officer, he had a vague suspicion. This conjecture made his heart feel cold. There was no joy of revenge at all, only the sadness that he felt.

"This idiot Ohiramatsu is afraid that he will die and even his head will be cut off...Merda! What a bunch of idiots!"

"Blessed by the Lord God! I, the Apa warrior, the big stone spear, cut off the head of the evil demon head!"

"Ho! Praise the Lord God!"

Columbus just cursed for a moment, and there was another burst of cheers floating in the distance. His neck was stiff and he turned his head to look. The shouts of the natives also sounded on the Ninnia. Another invisible native officer raised an invisible object with a spear, and also raised his head and howled towards the sun. But this time, there was a bright captain's hat on the erect thing, hanging down diagonally, like a blood-stained feather...

"Ah! This...this hat?...Holy Mother! It's...it's Captain Hiramatsu!..."

"Merda! Idiot! Idiot! They are all **** idiots!..."

Columbus roared angrily, his eyes suddenly becoming wet. He didn't dare to look at the southeast sea anymore, grabbed the stern rudder with his own hands, and completely turned the Clark sailboat around.

"Lord! Take us away!...Quick! Go!..."

"Damn it! The Lord God is bigger than the sky! Hurry up...Give me the oar!..."

On the narrow canoe, Red Crow's guard Chabo gritted his teeth, grabbed the Taino sailor's oar, and rowed in person to pursue. His face was covered with sweat and his neck was red from the sun. Next to him, a tall Taino paddler had collapsed on the boat from exhaustion, panting like a broken bellows.

"Damn it! Damn it!... What a **** wise man, what a big white fish of prophecy... What caused us two brothers to be sent to Cuba by the black wolf leader. We spent the whole day gnawing on white roots and couldn't even eat a piece of fresh cactus. arrive!"

Chabo, the red crow's personal guard, rowed as hard as he could while chasing after Clark's galleon. He raised his head, looked at this huge ship that he had never seen before, and cursed in confusion.

"It's weird! Such a powerful evil spirit in the prophecy, such a big ship!... Why didn't they rush up and fight? They actually turned around and ran away, even ignoring a tribe's big ship..."

"Aha! Chabo, if you can fight, fight, if you can't fight, run away! This big ship turned around and ran away, which means it's just a budgerigar with fried feathers... It looks big from the outside, but there are probably no warriors inside, so it can't beat us. !…”

The personal guard Mikui smiled and paddled himself, but he retained some strength. He kept mumbling while looking towards the big ship fifty or sixty steps away.

"Besides, greatness is not all about being able to fight... In the wilderness, a wolf that knows how to look at the momentum and knows how to run is better than a bear that gets mad easily and doesn't know how to run. That's a long time to live!... A long life is the real life." sharp!"

"Damn it, don't talk nonsense! Use more force, this big boat is right in front of you... Hey! Why is this big boat getting faster and faster? Strange! How can such a big boat run with no rowers in sight?... "

"Huh? How did you run? It's the witchcraft of the evil tribe! A tribe that can be predicted and warned by the leader of Death himself must have some powerful spells! ... Oops! Damn it! I really can't catch up... "

".I told you earlier! Let you work harder..."

"Save your strength, you still have to shoot arrows!..."

"If I can't catch you, I'll **** in my ass!..."

Amidst the shouts of the battlefield, the two Red Crow guards cursed lowly and struggled to row the boat within forty steps. The shouts on the sailboat could already be heard. Cha Bo pursed his lips, widened his eyes, and looked at the long sails on the big ship. The big sail stretched diagonally, casting a huge shadow. And when the shadow shrouded the moment, Chabo's expression became sharp and fierce, like a wolf ready to pounce!

"Huh! Mikui, if you don't shoot an arrow, you won't have a chance!...Have you brought a rocket?"

"What?! What kind of marksman in the wasteland would bring the kind of smoking arrows that are completely inaccurate and uncertain, and the accuracy depends entirely on blindness? If I shoot one of my own people, what will happen to my marksman's face? , Do you want more?"

"Huh! Where are the poisonous arrows with frog poison?"

"Ha! When we received the news, we immediately boarded the ship and set off. It took us a whole day to get here by sea... How could we have time to prepare poisonous arrows? The poisonous arrows we made last time have been in storage for several months. Find the one from Shuyuanwww.zhaoshuyuuan.com that is so poisonous that it can’t even kill a parrot!…”

".No matter! If I keep paddling to catch up, my arms are shaking and I can't shoot accurately!... God bless you! You can't go back empty-handed... Right here, shoot two arrows!..."

"Okay! Shoot two arrows! Just shoot the evil chief who keeps shouting and wears fancy clothes!..."

The two Red Crow marksmen looked at each other and nodded in unison. Then, they dropped the oars, picked up their big bows, and attached light blue arrows. Soon, the sharp bronze arrow was aimed at Columbus, who was shouting curses next to the stern rudder of the big ship, and aimed at his head wearing a captain's hat!

"God bless you!"

"God bless you!"

"Blessings from ancestors!"

"Blessings from ancestors!"

"shoot!"

(End of chapter)