Aztec Eternals

In late November 1485, the mouth of the Congo River, where the indigenous chief Soyo ruled, was an offshore fishing village.

The turbulent Congo River rushes into the Atlantic Ocean here, and instead of forming the usual estuary delta, it scours deep drowning valleys along the coast. Relying on the rich fishery resources of the estuary, the tribesmen settled here and formed a peaceful fishing village. In the usual days, children run around in the village, and women are busy and full of life.

As the sun sets, three Caravelle sailboats are docked on the bank of the river. The aboriginal fishing village was dead silent, and the smell of blood permeated everywhere. The carnival slaughter has just ended, and the animal desire to vent is temporarily satisfied. At this moment, one or two hundred fresh corpses, men and women, young and old, were all piled up on the altar in the center of the village, with a large thatch covering it.

"Haha! To kill the infidels is to save their souls! Haha! Then take away their belongings, which the Lord gave us!"

Diego, the boatswain, laughed and shouted freely, and personally lit the thatch in the altar with the torch in his hand. The twenty or so sailors around were also satisfied and set fire to the indigenous huts. Behind the sailors were sacks of looting. Seven or eight young dark-skinned women, naked and strung with twine, were kneeling in front of the burning village, weeping in despair.

A raging fire soon rises, destroying all evidence. Afterwards, the sailors divided up the looted property, carried bags of grain, and then dragged the staggering woman to the boat by the river.

Exploration fleets are running out of food. Taking advantage of the opportunity of landing supplies, the sailor Diego gathered nearly thirty sailors from three boats, gathered five breastplates and three arquebuses, and attacked the fishing village of one or two hundred people.

In the face of this group of fierce sailors, ordinary indigenous villages have no resistance. The sailors first shot down three indigenous warriors with arquebuses, and then the armored sailors slashed and killed Ding Zhuang first, and the rest of the sailors surrounded him from all sides. In just a few quarters, the peaceful village turned into a slaughtering hell. The sailors, wielding machetes, skillfully slaughtered the villagers, not letting a single survivor escape, lest they attract the warriors of the native chiefs.

Of course, Diego wasn't worried about the indigenous warriors. The fleet would soon sail into the Atlantic Ocean, and embark on a long journey home, even if the native warriors were chasing after them. Thinking of this, he laughed and called to the sailors on the other two ships.

"Foda-se! Today is really refreshing! But there's not much native gold here. When we get to the Gold Coast, we'll come out and do it twice!"

"Okay! Boss Diego, listen to you!"

"Foda-se! It's cool to follow Diego Boss!"

"Not bad! The guys finally came out of the devil's land alive, and they even managed to kill someone!"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing the compliments from the sailors of the ships, Diego laughed in satisfaction. Then, he pointed to the indigenous women next to him.

"Come on, each boat will be divided into two, take it back and have a good time!"

Hearing this, the sailors on the other two ships looked at each other. They were a little moved, but no one dared to accept it. In the era of great sailing, the rules on ocean-going sailboats were very strict. In order to boost the morale of the sailors, captains of various countries will acquiesce to the sailors to go ashore and loot, but they will never allow women to be brought on board. In fact, even a ferocious pirate captain would never allow a woman to exist on board as long as he was not depraved to a certain extent.

"No. Boss Diego, you'd better keep the woman! It's getting late, we have to hurry back to the ship with our belongings."

The sailors on both ships hesitated, but decided to refuse. They said hello and hurried back on the sampan.

"Foda-se! These cowardly hyenas!"

Diego cursed in a low voice. If it is not in a desperate situation, it is not so easy to incite the sailors to rebel. It seems that several more contacts are needed to kill all the nobles on the ship. Thinking of this, he curled his lips, waved his dagger fiercely, and yelled at the trusted sailors.

"Foda-se! Let's go! Bring the women, we're the ones who have the final say on the flagship now!"

More than a dozen sailors laughed and threw their belongings and grain onto the sampan, then dragged the woman to another sampan, and then rowed towards the flagship together.

As a light exploration sailboat, the Caravel's side is not high. Seeing the sampan approaching, the flagship dropped a three-meter-long climbing rope ladder.

Diego lifted his head, grabbed the rope ladder, and climbed to the boat first. As he crawled, he shouted suspiciously.

"Martim, why are you standing on deck with so many sailors?"

Quartermaster Mattim's expression stiffened, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He paused for a while, then answered loudly.

"Guys can't wait, want to see what you loot!"

"Foda-se! It was agreed in advance that the grain will be returned to the ship's warehouse, and the property is not yours! As for the women, you can have fun together!"

Hearing that there were still women, the corners of Mattim's mouth twitched even more. He said nothing, waiting for Diego to get on the boat.

"Haha! The guys on the boat, as long as you follow me, Diego, eat, drink and..."

Diego boarded the boat excitedly, but just as he was about to continue shouting, his words stopped in an instant. His face turned pale in an instant, and even his fingers trembled.

"Martim, you..."

Mattim lowered his eyes and sighed.

Two steps behind him, five musketeers were half-squatting and lined up, holding loaded arquebuses in their hands, all aiming at Diego who had just boarded the ship. The fire door cover on the matchlock gun has been opened, and the ignited matchlock is hung on the metal faucet, and the light and dark slowly burn. Only a few steps away, as long as the musketeer pulled the trigger lightly, the deadly buckshot would blast out, pierce Diego's breastplate, and shoot a **** hole. On both sides of the musketeer, there are ten elite soldiers, each wearing a breastplate or leather armor, holding a sharp scimitar in his hand, ready to go.

"Matim, my brother! Have something to say! What do you want? I'll give you all the loot along the way! I'll let you take the lead on the boat! ... Guys on the boat, I am Captain Diego. , but I have never been sorry for you!"

Diego shivered and raised his hands in fear. He shouted with all his might, trying to persuade everyone on the boat. Behind him, four henchmen had just boarded the boat when they were forced to raise their hands in surrender. The rest of the sailors stayed on the sampan, watching the situation on the ship fearfully.

"Ugh!"

Quartermaster Mattim sighed. He turned around slowly, revealing a familiar face behind him. Only then did the sailor Diego see that Bruno, the noble knight, was holding a short knife tightly against Matim's back.

"Foda-se! Bruno! It's you!"

Diego was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were split open, and he roared angrily.

"Foda-se! Fuck you! I should have minced you in the cabin that night!  …"

Bruno's eyes were cold and he glanced at Diego contemptuously, as if he was looking at a barking defeated dog. He waved sharply at the armored elite soldiers and ordered sharply.

"Captain's order! Captain Diego rebels and betrays the kingdom! They are evil people who believe in the devil! Take them down!"

Hearing this, ten elite soldiers all looked towards the captain's room at the stern. Captain Diogo looked solemn, sat calmly at the door of the captain's room, and nodded to everyone on the deck. Soldiers poured out from both sides, ready to capture Captain Diego and his cronies.

"Foda-se! You are the guards on the other two ships! Foda-se! Diogo, you slobbered dead dog!"

Seeing the captain appear, Diego screamed in despair. He roared and waved the machete in his hand fiercely.

"shooting!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Under Bruno's order, the two musketeers pulled the trigger directly, and the end of the arquebus shot out a white eye. Two lead bullets spun out, one hit Diego's knee, shattering the fragile patella joint, and the other hit his arm, smashing his thick upper arm into a **** mess.

"what!!"

Diego let out a shrill scream, the huge kinetic energy exploded in his body, and he fell to the ground covered in blood. The elite soldiers swung the iron hilt of their daggers and knocked the sailors behind them to the ground, then took out the tough hemp rope and tied Diego and the sailors.

Seeing this scene, Matim could no longer stand firm. He knelt on the deck with a thud, hugging Bruno's calf.

"Brother Bruno, I have never treated you badly! You are a noble knight, so please spare my life! From now on, I will be your dog, and I will listen to you!"

Bruno frowned, raised his foot, and kicked Matim to the ground.

"Go away! The captain is in charge now! Matim, if you want to live, crawl to the captain!"

Afterwards, Bruno couldn't wait to take two steps forward and walked to Diego, who was screaming and rolling. He looked down at the miserable state of the other party and laughed.

"Haha! Diego, how is it, how does it feel to be hit by a musket? Come, let me check it out for you!"

As he said that, Bruno stepped on Diego's knee, and the other party suddenly curled up in pain, like a boiled red shrimp.

"Tsk tsk, the knee is broken! Oops, the arm is also broken! ... It hurts so much that I didn't cry, but what a tough guy!"

Bruno had a victorious smile on his face. Then, his eyes flashed fiercely, raised his foot, aimed at Diego's lower body, and stepped down with all his strength!

"Foda-se! Make you miss my wife!"

"Ahhhh!!"

An unusually mournful howl squeezed out of Diego's mouth, sending chills all over his body. Nearly ten steps away, the head chef Haroldo shivered deeply, as if he heard some kind of broken egg.

On the other side, quartermaster Mattim shuddered. He crawled to the captain's room with difficulty, and after a few steps away, he fell to the ground and begged the captain.

"Respectful captain! Noble royal knight! I beg you, for the sake of following you faithfully for more than ten years, please spare me a dog's life! Even as a coolie..."

"Oh? Matt, how long have you been with me?"

Diogo had a calm expression and deep eyes. He stretched out his hand to stop the guards beside him and stared at Matim under his feet.

"I...I've been with you for thirteen years...beginning as a sailor apprentice..."

Matim lay on the ground, his voice trembling.

"Yeah, thirteen years and six months. That was the year 1472 since the birth of our Lord **** Christ. At that time, I had just become a captain. We followed the esteemed navigator Joao Santarem in the Gulf of Guinea. Annobon and Principe were discovered in..."

Diogo lowered his eyes and fell into a long memory.

In that year, the European continent was generally calm. The Portuguese in the west explored the Gulf of Guinea and the Gold Coast; the Grand Duke of Moscow in the east married the Byzantine princess, Sophia. In the unknown Eastern Celestial Dynasty, an ancient and unparalleled person was just born, and his name was Wang Shouren.

After a while, Diogo smiled indifferently, with a vicissitudes of life.

"Matim, the Lord said, don't use time to test the loyalty of human beings, but give them a chance to redeem. Now, let the Almighty Lord decide your fate!"

With that said, Diogo took out a newly minted Portuguese Cruzardo gold coin. The front of the gold coin is crowned with the Portuguese coat of arms and the back is the sacred cross. He spoke to Mattim softly.

"Matim, I will throw this gold coin and let the Lord judge you. If the royal coat of arms is up, then I will hang you without blood and hang you from the mast in the bow, according to the laws of the kingdom. . If the holy cross is up, I will follow the Lord's teachings, forgive your previous sins, and give you a chance for redemption. How is it, it's fair, right?"

"...Captain, very, very fair..."

Looking at the gold coin in the captain's hand, Matim's face was bloodless, and he responded shiveringly.

"Then, I say one, two, three, and the trial will officially begin."

Diogo had a Virginal smile on his face.

"Come and pray to the Lord sincerely!"

"one,"

"two,"

"three!"

Diogo tossed the gold coin high with his left hand. Matim's eyes spun up and down with the gold coins, just like his beating heart. Then, Diogo's left hand stretched out suddenly, and when his right hand was covered, the gold coin suddenly disappeared from the air.

Matim's knees were shaking, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly while trying to raise his head to look at the surface of the gold coin. However, the gold coin was tightly covered by the captain's large hand, and nothing could be seen.

Diogo withdrew his left hand and slightly raised his concealed right hand. He glanced at the gold coins on the back of his hand, and a mysterious smile appeared on the old face.

"Tchau!"

Mattim's knees went soft and he almost collapsed to the ground. In Portuguese at this time, Tchau has both the meaning of greeting and farewell, which is equivalent to "hello" and "goodbye" in Chinese.

"Ha ha!"

Diogo rarely smiled happily. Then, with a solemn expression, he said solemnly to Mattim.

"Congratulations, Matim! The cross is up, and you survived. Lord, I forgive you for all your previous sins!"

"Ah! Thank you, thank you very much for your kindness! Dear Captain, I am your eternal servant!  …"

Matim's eyes filled with tears of excitement, and he lay limp on the deck, his sailor suit completely soaked. He hugged the captain's calf, grateful.

Diogo shook his head slightly. He looked at Mattim seriously.

"Don't thank me, thank my Lord! It is the merciful Lord who heard your prayers and gave you a chance for redemption! From now on, you must devoutly believe in my Lord and redeem your past sins!"

"Yes, yes! Praise the Lord, He is the light of the world. I follow His guidance, I will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life..."

Matim's words were incoherent, and it was the first time that he prayed so devoutly. Diogo listened quietly, a smile on his face. After the other party finished praying, he calmly commanded.

"Martim, my old friend. Go! Execute Diego and his cronies for me, and atone for your sins with your own hands."

"Yes, according to your will, my master!"

Matim fell to his knees and kowtowed heavily. Then, he turned his head, stood up, and walked in front of Diego with a fierce expression.

Seeing Matim striding forward, Bruno raised his brows. The quartermaster only talked to the captain for a short while before it seemed to be completely different. He stepped back, watching the quartermaster's behavior.

Mattim was silent, and took a tough hemp rope from the hands of the surrounding sailors.

"Foda-se! Matim, what are you doing!"

Captain Diego, covered in blood, lay on the deck. He stared at Matim as he clenched the rope and let out a horrified howl.

"Matim!! Fuck me!...Uh! Uh! Hoo!..."

Bruno's heart trembled. He watched Martin half kneel down indifferently, put the rope around Diego's neck, put his knees against the opponent's spine, and then his arms suddenly burst!

Captain Diego struggled to the death, his legs fluttering hard. Mattim remained motionless and did not hesitate. There was even a redemptive smile on his face. In just two or three minutes, Diego's face was bruised, his eyes widened, his long tongue stuck out, and he was soft and motionless.

Matim reached out to touch Diego's breath and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he continued to hold the rope and strangled the other four Diego cronies one by one. Then, with a relaxed expression, he went to report back to the captain.

A dying cry echoed across the ship, shaking the hearts of all sailors. Diogo looked indifferent and glanced at everyone on the deck. Everyone bowed their heads in awe and saluted the respected captain. The male lion has come out of the cage and once again dominates the jungle on the boat, taking control of everyone's life and death.

Diogo's gaze stopped on Bruno's face. The noble knight bowed his head in awe. Immediately, his eyes shifted, and it landed on the fat face of the chef Harold, who thumped to his knees, and then Ivo the carpenter...

After Diogo glanced around, the ship was as quiet as no one else. He spoke calmly, and the voice fell into everyone's ears.

"Before, to persuade me to return, there was a rebellion on the ship."

Hearing this, many people's hearts tensed. Bruno held his breath and quietly touched his dagger.

"The mastermind of the rebellion is the sailor Diego, and his cronies. The other participants are forced to coerce. The merciful Lord grants redemption to all, and I will forgive everyone else, including those who looted without authorization. sailor!"

"Hur... Praise the Lord! Praise the Captain!"

Heavy exhalations sounded on the deck, followed by rambling prayers. The devout captain swore to the Lord that he would not be held accountable for the rebellion, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Because, they believe, the esteemed Captain Diogo will never break his sacred oath.

Under the gaze of everyone, Diogo stretched out his left hand, drew a cross on his forehead and chest, and prayed for a while. Then, he said with a firm expression.

"The Almighty Lord has given me a revelation! The route to the east is not far, just go around the southern part of the African continent! There is the mighty country of Elder John, the rich India, and the silk-covered Sirius! Just discover the eastern route. , the generous king will reward each of you! Your name will also be passed into the ears of the Holy Pope and reserve a place in heaven! This is your only chance for redemption!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the sailors changed. They had a vague foreboding. Sure enough, at the next moment, Captain Diogo slowly stood up and ordered that he could not resist.

"Stow the sampans, raise the sails, and hang the bodies of the insurgents on the three masts! Adjust the course, signal the semaphore, and tell the whole fleet! We continue to explore, turn our heads south! Our Lady bless us!"

"...Our Lady bless us!"

There was silence on the deck. Then, low prayers came from among the sailors. Everyone obeyed the captain's orders and got busy again. Bruno sighed silently, bowed his head and walked out of the boat. He stared at the restless sailor on the sampan ~www.readwn.com~ and shouted.

"Lord testify! The captain forgives your sins! Bring food and belongings and get on board quickly. No women allowed!"

Eight or nine sailors on the sampan looked at each other and nodded. In the wild tropical jungle, in the land of the devil, leaving the fleet means death! Without hesitation, they pulled out their machetes, cut the throats of the indigenous women, and kicked them into the Congo River. The rolling river with red-stained waves merges into the vast ocean, just like the eternal jungle.

After a brief busy period, the three Caravelle sailboats slowly turned, driven by the northeast monsoon in winter, against the cold Benguela current, heading south with difficulty.

Everything is under control. Diogo slowly turned around, walked into the dark captain's room, and closed the hatch silently. Finally, the tiredness of illness appeared on his face. Afterwards, he smiled lightly and let go of his tightly clasped right hand. Cruzardo's gold coin was finally revealed from the back of his left hand, and the one facing up was the emblem of the royal family.

"Praise the Lord!...for he has done wonderful things. With his right hand and holy arm, he works salvation...Amen."

Diogo chanted softly, this is the psalm of praise, the Lord's redemption, ino.