Aztec Eternals

As the sun sets, the Taíno village loses its tranquility. The mighty sea breeze carried the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. At this moment, two teams of armed forces with completely different beliefs and that were not even considered armies met across thousands of miles in the east of Long Island, Cuba, and started a sudden fight!

"shooting!"

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

Amid Francisco Pinzon's shouts, more than 20 matchlock guns were fired one after another, shooting towards the center of the village more than a hundred steps away. Then, these lead bullets accurately avoided all the Taino spearmen and hit the longhouses and shacks with no accuracy, splashing up a large amount of choking dust and grass blades!

At the end of the 15th century, the first "arquebus" with a matchlock ignition device had been invented in the Kingdom of Castile 40 years ago. However, the standard "heavy matchlock gun" (Musket) commonly seen in later films and TV shows and used in the Spanish Grand Square, that is, the original "bird gun" prototype, would have to wait for 30 years before it would actually appear.

The famous battle of the heavy matchlock gun had to wait until 1525, the Battle of Pavia between Spain and France in the Italian War. In this battle, the Spanish army, which popularized heavy matchlocks on a large scale, successfully defeated the French cavalry at the peak of the Middle Ages, and caused the proud French to lose their king again. Since then, the era of knights has officially come to an end, and the firearmsization process in European countries has been advancing unstoppably. As for now, we are on the edge of the transition between the old and the new era, when the matchlock gun is in its ascendant...

To put it simply, the matchlocks carried by Columbus's fleet were all hand-held light matchlocks, and they had various styles and were not unified at all. The effective range of these light matchlock guns is mostly around a hundred paces, and accurate shooting is only within forty paces. But at this moment, the shooting that was more than a hundred steps away was completely relying on luck and the blessing of the God of Probability to kill the enemy...

"shooting!"

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

"Blessed Mother! It was shot! It was actually shot!...The native spearmen are beginning to collapse again!..."

"What a great opportunity! Charge! Come forward with my brave Garcia! Scatter these natives, and the gold and women are all ours!..."

Dead lead bullets roared and shot randomly, some hitting leaves several meters high, and some hitting mud puddles on the ground. And in two rounds of intimidating shooting, he finally shot a Taino spearman in the front row, causing a morale blow that far exceeded the actual casualties!

"Ancestor! Lord God! The devil's lightning! In front of the altar of the Lord God, the devil actually has lightning?..."

"Blessed by the Lord God! Don't be afraid! Don't panic! His Majesty has already had divine revelation! This is the white-skinned evil devil's lightning rod gun. Its power is incomparable with the thunder cannon..."

"Quick! Put up the thick wooden shield quickly! Then take out the ancestors' Zemi board from the longhouse and block it in front! The supreme god and the sacred ancestors will protect us!..."

"Ah! The evil spirits are coming! Several evil spirits are coming!..."

"Bah! What are you afraid of? It's really useless! You cowardly turkeys, hold on to the spears in your hands! Aren't they just a few demons?...Follow me and fight for the Lord God! Roar!"

Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear wears bronze armor and holds a two and a half meter bronze spear. His face is full of fanaticism and fierce piety. He looked around at the leather-armored spearmen he had trained himself and the panicked Taíno militiamen, and let out a roar like a jaguar. Then, he rushed forward quickly, raised his spear and stabbed Garcia, the boatswain of the Pinta, who was charging with a dagger, to his heart!

"Haha! God bless you! I obeyed your majesty's prophecy and have been waiting for so long... What kind of white-skinned evil demon with a beard, one spear at a time, as crisp as a zucchini!... Roar! Another one!..."

Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear laughed loudly and pulled out the bloody spear, splashing a large amount of blood. Then, he stepped forward and fired another spear, stabbing another charging sailor to death, with the spear stuck in his ribs. He tried to pull it out, but when he couldn't pull it out, he immediately threw away the spear.

"clang!…"

A sharp iron knife slashed at an angle. The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear turned sideways slightly, avoiding the vital part of his neck, and hit it hard with the armor on his shoulder. Then, he suddenly pulled out the copper ax from his waist, struck the third sailor head-on with the axe, and hit him in the face! …

"Haha! God bless you! How can these crispy cactus-fruit-like demons be called demons?!...Haha, watch me chop off their heads!"

The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear killed three people in a row, and blood splashed all over his face. More than a dozen Taíno militiamen further behind were finally inspired by his bravery and chased him with their spears, stabbing at the opposite side indiscriminately. In front of the rows of spears, one of the seven or eight sailors who charged in this wave was stabbed to death, and the rest were completely frightened. They shouted "Maria" wildly, turned around and ran away towards the large group of people at the fence!

"Hey! The blood of these demons seems to be no different from the blood of the coastal tribes? Could it be that they are just like us, people pinched out of corn by the gods?..."

Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear smiled innocently, licked his bloody lips, tasting the taste of "evil". Although these "evil demons" have white skin and long beards that they have never seen before, their blood is red and has the same sweet smell.

He thought about it doubtfully for a moment, didn't think about it, so he stopped thinking about it. He squatted down and pulled out the copper ax that struck the enemy's face, splattering him with blood again. Then, he walked to the corpse of the first enemy he killed, which seemed to be a demon leader, wearing a bright red four-cornered hat like a feather crown on his head. And such a leader must have outstanding military achievements! …

"Hey!..."

"Ah! Holy Mother! ... Barbarian! This is an evil barbarian! He cut off Boatswain Garcia's head and held it in his hand to look at... Ah! He tied Garcia's head behind his back! …”

"O Lord! He is not a barbarian, he is the evil son of the evil snake Herensuge! Quick! Shoot him to death, shoot him to death with a matchlock!..."

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

The Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear picked up a new spear and was about to charge forward with the leather spearmen, when a large amount of lead bullets roared towards him! The two spearmen who rushed ahead were hit on the spot and lost their strength instantly. They were like fish that fell into the mud, lying softly on the ground, bleeding and struggling desperately. And a lead bullet whizzed past Yuzhao's shoulder and almost hit his unarmored arm...

"Huh? This is?...The lightning rod predicted by His Majesty? It can shoot farther than a longbow?!..."

Looking at the flickering flash of match ropes on the opposite side, Silver Crow Warrior Fish Spear frowned, thought for a moment, and then led the spearmen back to the longhouse.

The Kingdom's marksman, who is responsible for training the entire Fishing Bay Department, is gratified. He has already arranged the frontline shield bearers and reorganized the Taino militia. Then, he stuck the spear beside the altar, held the heavy long bow, and narrowed his eyes to look at the enemy not far away. The two sides just faced off again in vain across the fence. No one has the momentum to launch a charge or take the initiative.

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

"The Lord God bless you! Fortunately, it is just as His Majesty predicted! These demonic lightning rods cannot penetrate the thick wooden shields we prepared in advance! ... After setting up the thick wooden shields, these Taino militiamen who had low morale and were prone to collapse were finally stabilized Come down..."

"That's right! Fish Spear, although this kind of lightning is very loud and shoots very far, it is really inaccurate!... After setting up a thick wooden shield, the lightning rod can't cause any casualties. And as long as they adapt to the initial threatening sound, the militiamen will Then I won’t be so frightened...Strange, what are these smoking lightning rods shooting at?"

"Fortunately, what they shot must have been small soft stone bullets!... I looked at the militiamen who were shot just now. The wounds were as big as quail eggs. They would definitely not survive... In fact, there were not many of these demons. They are not very powerful in close combat, and are not as good as the armored warriors of the kingdom! ... But they have big ships on the sea, thunderous cannons, and smoking lightning rods, so it is really difficult to get close!"

"Fish Spear, you are right! I feel that these ships are just the vanguard of the evil spirits, probably just some tribal hunters or scouts... Their real armored warriors are probably still behind, and I don't know when they will appear!... We have to Find a way to capture two people alive and torture them for information about the demons!..."

The lead bullets roared and dust flew, but the ships were moored and the sun set silently in the west. A row of simple and heavy wooden shields, together with a row of wooden boards of Zemi god tablets, were erected at the intersection outside the center of the village. More than a hundred Taino spearmen relied on this simple line of defense to resist the shooting of the Castilian sailors.

Further back, the two bronze-armored warriors from the kingdom took off their sweat-soaked helmets, revealing two fierce tanned faces. The tropical sun is too harsh, and November is as warm as spring. While drinking the light salt water from the water bags, they looked at the "evils" more than a hundred steps away.

There were only about fifty "evil demons" on the opposite side, and they were obviously divided into two teams. There were about thirty people in their front team, all wearing light-colored clothes and carrying gray and black iron knives. Except for a few leaders in leather armor, they all wore cloth armor like militiamen. There were more than 20 people in their rear team, all holding long, thin pipes and placing them on the chest-high fence of the village. From those long pipes, flickering match ropes hung, like spiders' eyes, looking gloomily towards the center of the village. And after more than ten breaths, a burst of smoke will always come out of the thin tube, and soft stone bullets that cannot be seen will be emitted, and it is unknown where they are shot...

"Witness the Lord God! Fortunately, the three large ships of the evil demon have not sent out new support yet. It seems that they only have so many manpower! ... What a pity! The Taino militiamen we trained are still too soft-tempered and we don't see them often. It’s okay to use them to gather for defense. I want to take the initiative to charge despite the 'lightning', but I don’t have the morale and blood courage!... Lord God! If you give me 20 Kingdom Warriors, or 30 Silver Crow Warriors... just now This is a good opportunity to attack, chase them and kill them all at once!..."

"God bless you! Fish Spear, the Taino militia can be trained like this, it is much better than I imagined! As long as they have experienced this fight, they will not be so afraid of the evil spirits again! As for Now, don't be anxious, wait a little longer! Such a confrontation is beneficial to us!... I have sent people to collect the defeated militiamen, and our number will only increase... It is already evening, and it is not until dark. Far away! Once the sky turns dark and the lightning rod on the opposite side misses its target, it will be a good opportunity for us to lead the militiamen to attack the evil spirits!..."

"That's right! As long as we wait until dark, we are familiar with the terrain, we still have the advantage in numbers, and the militiamen are not so scared... By the way! Fortunately, have you sent a messenger to notify the Kingdom's fleet in Tiewan Town?..."

"I have already sent someone! It was Yan Yutou, the chief of Yuwan, who went there personally... This old guy saw the demon's big ship approaching and heard the bursts of thunder. He ran faster than Yan!... If he hadn't led The leaders ran away first. These Taino militiamen may not be so easy to defeat... However, Tiewan Town is a full 600 miles away from the fishing bay! Even if you paddle a boat all night, it will take at least ten minutes to go back and forth. Oh my God...when the main fleet of the Kingdom arrives, I don’t know where these three demonic longships will go!…”

"Well...this is indeed a problem! I didn't expect that there are so many tribes on Cuba's Snake Island, and the prophesied evil will actually appear first in the fishing bay where we are stationed!...This must be the attention of the Lord God, is it? The test He has given us!... Praise the Lord God! When it gets dark, I will go out with you to fight for God!..."

"Okay! Praise the Lord God! Kill the evil spirits and fight for God!..."

The two bronze-armored warriors of the kingdom touched their foreheads with one hand, raised their weapons with the other, and prayed a few words devoutly. Along with their prayers, the more than forty leather-armored spearmen around them also pressed the emblem of the Lord God carved on their foreheads, raised their spears with one hand, and shouted excitedly.

"Praise the Lord Sun God! Praise Huitzilopochtli! Kill the evil spirits and fight for God!..."

The ear-splitting prayers sounded from the center of the village, like new thunder or a volcano about to erupt. And when this shocking cry, representing the unbreakable morale, reaches the ears of the Castilian sailors, it is like the last weight that overwhelms the balance...

"Lord! What are these natives howling?"

"It seems like...praying? Yes! They are praying to the evil god!..."

"Damn it! What should we do? The morale of the natives is so high, and they are not afraid of musket fire... How many people must we die to defeat them?..."

The sailors from the three ships looked at each other, hesitant, and even stopped firing their muskets. The habits of the sailors in these fleets are to be as brave as Cide when facing the wind, and to flee like serfs when facing the wind. As for the stalemate, they are not the regular army of the kingdom, of course they have turned into Rufeng! After all, everyone clamored to land before, just to burn, kill and loot, but they were never prepared to actually fight a battle with heavy casualties...

After a moment of stasis, Santa Maria's boatswain Cha Chu was the first to raise the sharp scimitar. He looked around fiercely at the sailors present, then turned around bravely and rushed towards the fish pond outside the village!

"Coo! What a slap in the face of such a hard-pressed native tribe! Garcia can be beaten. He was stabbed to death with a spear. The muskets on the ship are useless. When it gets dark, it's just a fire stick...Joder ! All the sailors of the flagship follow me! Hurry! Catch a few big fish from the fish pond, escape back to the ship, and have a good meal!..."