Aztec Eternals

"Vaffanculo! What's going on?! How come the natives here are completely different from those in the Bahamas? The natives in the Bahamas are so warm, peaceful and friendly... Damn it! This is the first time I've seen the natives of Cuba. How can people be so hostile? They don’t even want to accept the gifts we send...How can we replenish food and water?...Merda! What a damn barbarian!..."

On the Santa Maria, Columbus was cursing and staring at the vigilant native villages on the shore with a very solemn expression. He stared, tilted his long face, and carefully watched the hedgehog-like native spearmen, judging the strength of the native village. These native spearmen are obviously divided into two types.

The first one is a strong tribesman standing at the front of the fence, naked and carrying a stone spear. These young men were divided into several teams, with dozens of people in each team. The number was very large, and they were overwhelming. The second type is an elite spearman standing behind who wears simple leather armor and carries a longer spear. There are only about thirty or forty such leather-armored spearmen, arranged in a line like a supervising team. In the middle of them, there were two chief officers wearing platinum armor, looking at the fleet carefully.

Columbus looked at it carefully for a moment, suddenly startled, and asked the navigator Pedro.

"Merda! Pedro! You have the best eyes, let me take a good look! Those natives in the back wearing leather armor, are the shining spears in their hands copper spears? And the two native leaders wearing The armor, is it bronze armor?!..."

"Ah? Let me see...Boss! Some of the natives' spears are indeed green-gold, like bronze. Others are black-gray, looking like iron? But most of them are gray. The fluttering, like the natives in the Bahamas, should be made of stone. As for the armor of the native officers... Carlo, Carlo! Are those two half-length armors made of copper?..."

Hearing this, the goldsmith Carlo squinted his eyes, changed his posture, and looked at the different reflections before answering affirmatively.

"That's right! The yellow light is a bit glaring, and it's also a bit green, a bit like a 3-pounder... It's indeed bronze armor!..."

"Lord! Is it really bronze armor? A pair of bronze armor must weigh at least thirty pounds, right? That's all money!..."

After confirming that it was indeed bronze armor, the navigator Pedro immediately took a breath of air. There was a greedy glint in his eyes, and he looked at the native leader like he was looking at a pile of moving copper coins!

At the end of the 15th century, a standard Malawidi copper coin is about 3-4 grams, and the copper content depends on the conscience of the coiner. In the Kingdom of Castile, one pound of bronze was worth at least one or two hundred copper coins. As for the price of a pound of cotton, it is much more expensive than bronze. Such a pair of bronze armor or bronze cloth-faced armor, simply calculated, would cost thousands of Malawedi copper coins. This is much more expensive than ordinary infantry armor, almost the same price as fine iron half armor! …

However, there was no shortage of copper in medieval Europe, and the price of copper was much lower than in East Asia. If this bronze armor were placed in East Asia, it would be possible to spend four to five thousand dollars to buy twice as much refined iron...

"Boss! How dare these naked natives show such hostility and offense to our Lord's messenger! Why not let the Pinta and Ninia fire two cannons to give them a good look? The majesty of the Lord!…”

"Yes! Joder! Fire the cannon first, then the gun! Surge into the native village and rob all the valuable things!..."

"Coo! There are also women! Attack the village and steal the women's money and happiness!..."

"Vaffanculo! Shut up, you idiots! Can't you see? This is Sipan ancient Japan! The natives here are different from the natives in the Indies! ... Give me a good look , this is a large tribe of natives. There are at least three to four hundred native spearmen on the shore, and they are all on guard! The tribes here also have copper spears and iron spears, so they are not unarmed... And our three ships combined can total There are only 88 people! How many people are you planning to die to attack this big tribe’s village?!…Bah! What a bunch of idiots!”

On the deck of the Santa Maria, the sailors were shouting in confusion, like hyenas upon seeing their prey. Columbus yelled and scolded, suppressing the greedy sailors. At this time, he was more awake than everyone else. After all, if he didn't have this kind of ability to bully the weak and fear the strong, he would have been killed by Jewish creditors or Shinra mercenaries in an unknown corner...

At this moment, Columbus looked at the Taino tribe on guard on the shore, cursing, but his expression was particularly solemn.

"Merda! What the hell! It's been almost 1,500 years since the birth of the Son of God, and these Sipangu Japanese are still wearing bronze armor from the ancient Greek era!..."

"Well...listen to me! Don't fire cannons and shout to kill! Give some gifts and let the native guides of the Bahamas go and shout! We are the messengers of the Lord, friends of peace and friendship! ... Such strength Since the big tribe is not easy to rob, they should trade well! Wouldn’t it be nice to use worthless glass beads in exchange for their valuable gold and cotton?…”

"boom!…"

"Merda! What's going on? Who fired the cannon?!..."

Columbus reprimanded the sailors and was about to send two more native guides and give some gifts to express "goodwill"... On the Pinta not far away, there was suddenly a deafening sound of cannon! Then, a 3-pound iron bullet whizzed out from the bow of the Pinta and rumbled into the fish pond on the edge of the village, causing a huge splash of water!

"Damn it! It's the Pinta! Oh Hiramatsu, that idiot whose head was hit by a bullfight! Damn it!..."

"boom!…"

Seeing the Pinta fire a cannon, the Ninha did not hesitate and followed up by firing a cannon at the Taino village. This iron bullet was slightly on target and hit the outer fence hard, splashing a large cloud of soil!

"Ancestor! This is the thunder of the evil devil! Just like in the prophecy, the evil devil will also release thunder!..."

"The Lord of the Sun of Hummingbird! The white-skinned demon actually has such strong magic power!..."

"O Lord God! It's an evil devil, a real evil devil... Please, save us!..."

Facing the thunder of the ship at sea, one or two thousand Taíno tribesmen in the village shouted in horror and fear. Some of them trembled on the ground, some howled and prayed, and some even ran in panic and fled into the woods behind them. Influenced by the tribesmen, the Taíno militiamen guarding the fence suddenly became disorganized and wavered.

"Boom! Boom!"

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

Seeing the commotion and fleeing of the native villages, the Pinta and Ninja soon fired their artillery again. The sailors on the two ships were shouting curse words and firing matchlock guns from a distance. At such a distance of two hundred steps, the matchlock gun certainly has no accuracy, which means it makes a threatening sound to undermine the morale on the shore! And this kind of operation, using gunpowder weapons to intimidate the native tribes, has always been tried and true for Liangya's exploration fleet.

"Boom! Boom!"

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

After two rounds of test firing, one of the third rounds of artillery finally hit the fence. The heavy 3-pound iron bullet whizzed over and fell into the defending Taino militia. Like a witchcraft shot by a demon, it killed two people instantly!

"Ah! It's the demon's thunder! The demon also has the same magic power as the Lord God!..."

"If you die in the thunder of the devil, your soul will fall into the abyss after death, right?..."

"O ancestors! Lord God! Save us!"

Seeing the bloody and bloody scene and hearing the continuous terrifying thunder, a group of Taino militiamen guarding that section of the fence, after being stunned for a few breaths, let out a panicked and confused cry! They actually dropped their spears and turned around and fled behind the village!

"Huh? God bless you! These ancient Japanese tribes in Sipan are actually afraid of artillery, just like the ignorant Indian natives?!... Strange! Didn't artillery come from the east? It was mentioned in Marco Polo's travels , the ancient people of Xipan were very fierce and resisted two Mongol armies..."

Seeing the chaotic scene of the natives on the shore, Columbus opened his mouth wide and instantly became energetic. With a "clang" sound, he pulled out the stabbing sword at his waist, with a fierce look on his face. His greedy and ferocious eyes were looking at the hundreds of strong natives who began to flee in front of the fence, and then at the dozens of elite spearmen behind who were blocking the shouts.

Those elite armored spearmen all held up metal spears, and they seemed to have some patterns engraved on their foreheads. Facing the bombardment of the fleet's artillery, although their morale was shaken, they were obviously stronger than the natives. At this moment, two officer leaders wearing bronze armor, surrounded by elite spearmen, shouted loudly to stop the men in the front row who were crumbling.

God bless you, if this large tribe of natives, like the southern natives in the Portuguese navigation biography, is quickly defeated under the bombardment of artillery...then he will never show mercy, nor will he talk about "good trade". Just take the sailors ashore and burn them to death!

"God bless you! Gold! Pearls! Dye! Cotton!...Why exchange what you can steal? Haha! I, Columbus, am the governor appointed by the queen with full power, and I am also the unquestionable lord of this big island of Cuba! No matter it is At least a quarter of the wealth stolen by anyone must be handed over to me!"