Aztec Eternals

"Boom! Boom!..."

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

"Quick! Fire more cannons, fire more guns! Shoot them to death!..."

"Haha! Bless the Holy Mother! The natives are afraid of the cannons, so they ran back! The natives are about to collapse!"

The sun sets in the west and sets on the sparkling lake bay, reflecting the swaying shadows of the palm trees. Schools of plump fish swim in the bay, and seabirds spread their wings and circle in the sky. The fish ponds, cassava fields and wooden houses are spread along the lakeshore, just like the roots of Yucahu, the mythical cassava god, left in the hot soil of Cuba, leaving the Taíno people with long-term peace and vitality!

There is no doubt that this is a rich and beautiful lakeside. The large fishing bay tribe of the Taino people is located on the edge of the big lake. It has inherited hundreds of peaceful springs and summers and nurtured thousands of tribes. Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Taíno people wrote at sunrise and sang at sunset, were born with laughter, and closed their eyes in tranquility. This has never changed.

They ate cassava and sea fish, chewed tobacco leaves and grass stems, prayed to their ancestors in wooden houses, and got married and had children in shacks. They do not have cruel fighting between tribes, do not need to pay any tribute, and do not even have tribal descendants and ranks. They collectively raised children and elderly people, and lived peacefully for decades until the cassava poison accumulated and the tobacco leaves were overdosed and they died. They have never seen the cruel blood and fire, nor have they known the severe cold of autumn and winter. The most extreme evil they can imagine is just the Siguayu tribe that steals fish and snatches dogs!

However, at this moment, with the sudden arrival of the Castilian sailing ship, the everlasting peace and tranquility, like the palm trees reflected in the water, were scratched by the tip of the passing ship, and there would never be peace again!

The old peaceful days ended right now, like the dying Taino god. And the future of blood, fire, disease and fighting will be accompanied by the mark of the sun hummingbird and the cross flags that keep arriving, and will be entangled cruelly and long until...

"Boom! Boom!..."

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

"God bless! The native spearmen collapsed from the fence! They fled into the village!..."

"Boss! The natives are defeated! Such a big village must be extremely rich! Let's put down the boat quickly and go ashore to grab gold and women!..."

Continuous sounds of artillery and matchlocks rang out from the bow of the sailing ship, shooting towards the large villages on the shore. Under several rounds of artillery bombardment, the hundreds of Taíno militiamen stationed at the fence finally collapsed completely! The militiamen shouted in panic, turned and fled towards the village. Dozens of elite spearmen in leather armor, as well as two warrior officers in bronze armor, were also trapped by hundreds of fleeing tribesmen, and were forced to abandon the outer fence and go to the center of the village.

Seeing this scene, the sailors cheered uniformly on the three sailing ships of the Kingdom of Castile, and the greedy and cruel wolf howls sounded. The prosperous tribal villages and the fleeing native militias, like women who took off their clothes, so stimulated the sailors' desires! Soon, the Pinta and Ninya began to lower their armed boats, preparing to carry sailors ashore, so grab a good one!

"Brother-in-law! The natives have fled! The Pinta and Ninya have raised their flags of plunder and lowered their landing boats! ... God bless you! Let's send sailors ashore quickly! If it's too late, , the good things were robbed by others..."

"Vaffanculo! Call me commander!... Damn it! These two idiots, the Pinson brothers, opened fire without authorization, did not obey my orders at all, and now they want to command my fleet to land?!...Merda! Are they the commanders of the expeditionary force, or are they? Am I the commander of the expeditionary force?... Damn it! Sooner or later I will hang them on the mast with my own hands!..."

On the Santa Maria, Columbus cursed in a low voice and continued to look at the situation on the shore. He stared intently at the two chief officers in bronze armor, watching them retreat to the longhouse in the center of the village, and then personally set up a large "round and bird" flag on a simple stone altar. .

Then, thirty or forty leather-armored spearmen regrouped next to the altar and the eye-catching flag. They chanted something loudly and repeatedly, causing the fleeing tribal spearmen around them to gradually stop, gather together again, and even set up their spears again.

"Huh? What are these natives shouting over and over again?... Vizi Lobo Chitli? Could it be that this is the name of their lord? Or is it some evil, tribal evil god totem?..."

Columbus frowned and observed the situation in the native village, but did not issue an order to land. Soon, there was another round of deafening cannon fire. Two 3-pound cannons fired whistling iron bullets, which blasted straight into the inside of the village fence, knocking down a shack and splashing a large cloud of grass blades.

"Boom boom!..."

"Merda! No! Something's wrong!...At this distance...the ship's artillery can no longer hit the natives in the center of the village?!..."

Columbus stared wide-eyed and looked at the location where the artillery bombardment was, and his expression became solemn again. The 3-pounder guns on the two caravels were short-barreled Esmery cannons. This kind of gun weighs about 300-400 pounds, has a maximum range of 700-800 meters, and the effective range it can aim at is only 200-300 meters. But now, after the native spearmen abandoned the outer fence and retreated to the center of the village, the ship's artillery was almost unable to hit!

"Boom boom!..."

"Brother-in-law...Commander! Seeing the boats landing from the other two ships, the sailors on the flagship couldn't help it anymore! Look, the two boatswains on the ship are already taking people off the ship..."

"Merda! These brainless idiots who should be left to feed the fishes! They are forced to disembark from the ship before I, the commander, give the order?!... Damn it! They are really idiots who deserve to be hanged!..."

"Brother-in-law! Even though you are the commander of the expeditionary force, you can't stop everyone from robbing and making money!... You'd better give the order quickly! If you don't give the order, the boatswain will force people to disembark, and it will be embarrassing..."

"Vaffanculo! Alana, I'll stay on the ship while you take the idiots on board off the ship... Don't worry, listen to me! Look carefully, these elite spearmen of the natives did not really collapse under the bombardment of the artillery. They retreated to the center of the village to reorganize... They are not even afraid of artillery, they are definitely not ordinary natives!..."

Columbus glanced at the flagship fiercely, but only saw the unruly expressions of the bosuns. He gritted his teeth and looked at the small boats put down by the Pinta and Ninia. There are only more than forty people in these two ships, and there are only about twenty sailors preparing to land at this moment. And he looked at the center of the village again. Under the banner of "Circle and Bird", in addition to forty elite leather-armored spearmen, more and more native spearmen were recovering from the rout. …

"Brother-in-law, don't worry! We have more than 20 matchlock guns, which are enough to suppress the natives!..."

"Alana, just understand! Don't rush forward to fight! The sailors' daggers can't break through the neat array of spears... The Lord has witnessed it! Suppress the sailors and shoot with matchlocks from a distance! Unless the opponent's The spear formation is completely broken up, otherwise don't charge..."

"Uh! Brother-in-law, you were so brave in the Bahamas before, killing people without blinking an eye! Why are you so timid at this critical moment..."

"Bah, call me Commander! Alana, you idiot! How can an unarmed native who only kowtows to beg for mercy be the same as a native who holds an iron spear and is not even afraid of artillery?... If you are poked by a native If he dies, little Ferdinand will have no uncle, and I will have no reliable manpower... Remember! Follow behind and let the idiots under Brother Pinzon charge first! Such a big island, with so many native villages, no Maybe it’s all this kind of hard fight...opportunities to grab things, there will be more in the future!…”

After hearing Columbus's instructions, Alana was startled, and then nodded seriously. Then, more than twenty flagship sailors disembarked and landed on the white beach in two armed boats. The men who landed on the three ships gathered at the lakeside and gathered about 50 sailors who could cut and kill, as well as more than 20 matchlock guns. This is almost the maximum strength that the fleet can gather...

"Boom! Boom!..."

The artillery on the ship was still firing, and the shells fell randomly into the village, throwing up messy dust. At this distance, the artillery has completely lost its accuracy, leaving only psychological intimidation and shock. More than fifty Castilian sailors howled wildly and approached the tribal village in chaos. Within two quarters of an hour of landing, dozens of strong spearmen gathered beside the flag in the center of the village.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Huitzilopochtli!... The powerful Lord God gives you blessings! At the altar of the Lord God, the demon's thunder will lose its power... They can't hit here, and they can't hit the altar!..."

"Gather! Gather! You cowardly turkeys, get back in line! Hold on to your spears, just like you did during training...point the spearhead outward! Aim at the white-skinned demons that have landed!... "

Under the scolding and comfort of the two bronze-armored warriors, the 300 Taino militiamen who had been scared away by the artillery regrouped with a hundred people. Maybe it was the altar of the main god that was so close at hand that gave them the courage to cheer up, or maybe as the warriors of the kingdom said, the thunder on the evil ship could not reach the center of the village...

Before the landing sailors launched an attack, more than a hundred Taino spearmen had already raised their spears again! They set up another defensive line around the tribe's longhouse to guard the ancestors' Zemi tablets in the longhouse and the altar of the main god that protects the entire tribe!

"Coo! Damn it! Why are these scattered natives gathering together again?! Why don't they continue to run away?..."

"Lord! Look at the altar with the flag, it should be some kind of native evil god totem!... They were bewitched by the evil god and wanted to guard the evil altar!..."

"Ah! We're in trouble now!...Who will lead the charge?..."

Francisco Pinzon, the second of the three Pinzon brothers, went into battle personally and took more than twenty sailors from two caravels to reach the outermost fence first. But when he saw clearly the native spearmen who were re-arranged in the center of the village more than a hundred steps away, their originally smiling expression turned serious again.

"Coo! I thought it was a piece of fat, but I didn't know there was a bone hidden in it!..."

"Boss, what should I do? Do you want to charge?!"

"Charge, charge! There are so many spears, are you going to take the lead in charging?... You are saying such nonsense, in such a narrow village, are you going to charge the front spear array? I thought you were wearing it. Master knight in plate armor!... Damn it! Why don't these natives escape?... Hey! That seems to be...Joder! Bronze spear and iron spear?!..."

"Uh...then...boss, what should we do now?"

"Blessed Mother, shoot with the matchlock! Shoot through the fence and disperse the gathered native spearmen! ... Let Bato and Chachu's men come over quickly, they have many muskets! ... Joder! It's all their fault for being slow. Tuntun, let the natives reunite! Next, we must urge them to send people to send... charge!..."

Soon, more than fifty Castilian sailors holding short swords gathered at the fence outside the village. They shouted curses at the one or two hundred Taino spearmen not far away, but never crossed the fence. After a moment of confrontation, more than 20 matchlocks lit the fire gate and fired deadly lead bullets at the spearmen in the center of the village!

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