Aztec Eternals

The night was dark, the shadow of the big ship was cast on the sea, and the endless abyss was surging on the bottom of the sea. The gunfire of the sailboat chasing under the night sky was like the roar of the abyss beast chasing under the sea. Then, the sea and the sky suddenly turned over, and the two figures entangled together, flipped over the low side of the ship, and fell into the endless deep sea!

At this moment, the native sailor was silent and hugged the scholar Martin tightly. He just raised a Caribbean face before jumping into the sea, and looked deeply at a certain place on the ship. He whispered softly and disappeared from behind the side of the ship. And the scholar Martin, while falling, screamed in fear and miserably, and even shook the whole ship!

"No!!"

"Ah!..."

Shushu on the boat opened his eyes wide, huddled behind the sailor, and shouted wildly in his heart. He knew that the look that Ah Yue saw before jumping into the sea was him!

The complex parting in that look was like a moth flying into a flame, so sudden, yet so full of desire for freedom, full of fearless determination! This amazing jump, which was determined, fearless, and fully grasped the opportunity, seemed to take away all of Shushu's waiting, and also took away the freedom he also longed for, making him instantly weak, excited, and lost...

"Ayue...you...you left me...and left by yourself!...You...you must survive..."

"Lord! Martin!..."

Captain Bruno roared, holding the sword in his hand, and rushed to the side of the ship. The side of the caravel sailboat was not high, and it was only about three meters without counting the part below the waterline.

Bruno could clearly see that the damn native sailor was tightly holding the panicked and resisting scholar Martin, and swimming desperately to the east. The two were entangled with each other, and the speed was pitifully slow, but the big ship was accelerating to the west, and the distance between the two sides was visibly increasing!

"Bruno... help... help me!!..."

"Martin!..."

Bruno stood on the side of the ship, gritting his teeth, his eyes were about to spit fire. The boatswain Haroldo quickly grabbed a rope and threw it into the water, but was kicked away by the native, passing Martin.

Quartermaster Matim took two confidants and moved the three muskets that had been set up at the stern, aiming at the two people who were several meters away!

"Boss, what should we do? Should we stop the ship?!..."

"Haroldo, what nonsense are you talking about?! The native sailboat is about to catch up, how can we stop the ship at this critical moment!..."

Martim interrupted Haroldo before he finished speaking. With a fierce light in his eyes, he looked at Captain Bruno who was also gritting his teeth and shouted fiercely.

"Captain! Shoot! At this distance, I am sure I can shoot that damn native to death in the sea! Kill the native and throw the rope to Martin!..."

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"Captain! If you don't shoot, they will drift away!..."

"Martim, are you sure you can only hit that native and not accidentally hurt scholar Martin?... You know, if you kill the scholar... it would be better... to let him fall into the water..."

Bruno's voice was faint, and Martim was stunned, and the expression on his face changed suddenly.

Scholar Martin is a real noble! If he died in the shooting of the sailors, according to the laws of the Kingdom of Portugal, even if it was an accidental injury, it would be a crime that the crew would be hanged! There are so many people on the ship, if the news leaks out... For the captain and the crew, it is really better to let him fall into the sea because of the murder of the natives! …

"Damn it! This cunning barbarian! No! This group of cunning barbarian!!... They must be the accomplices of the native tribe! Definitely!..."

Martim's eyes flashed, and he turned around suddenly and drew out the sailor's scimitar from his waist. Then, he ran towards the three captured Taino natives and cut them three times fiercely!

"Ah!!..."

The dying screams sounded continuously, and the warm blood splashed all over Shushu's head and face. He shouted in fear, and the bloody scimitar swung down on his head, already close at hand!

"Boom! Boom!"

The pursuing native speedboat opened fire again and had already caught up to within a hundred meters! Due to the sudden change, the 8-pound cannon on the flagship just now did not hit the opposite mast, but instead went down and seemed to hit the hull of the native ship?

At such a long distance, the Portuguese flagship had no idea how effective the bombardment was. The enemy's counterattack soon arrived, and two 2-pound cannons swept across the stern, almost hitting the stern pole!

"Lord! Big John is too far forward! He was killed by the natives' cannons, and his body was smashed to pieces! Quick! Reload quickly and shoot at the opposite side!..."

"Foda-se! Stop! Don't kill!... If you kill again, there won't be enough people to drive the ship!...Martim! Roll back to the stern and shoot again! Quick!!..."

Bruno shouted and snatched the bloody scimitar from Martim's hand. He glanced at the three native sailors lying dead on the deck, glared at Martim, threw the scimitar to Shushu, who was already paralyzed with fear, and shouted to the old carpenter Ivo.

"Ivo! Take him with you! If the enemy jumps on board, you have to fight!..."

"Yes... Captain!..."

The old carpenter Ivo trembled, his eyes fixed on the sea. Scholar Martin was reckless and had drifted far away from the native sailors. But the two large ships of the natives were getting closer and closer! The trapezoidal shape of the four ships was about to become a triangle...

No, another large ship had already caught up! They crashed into Silvera's secondary ship, then threw out a mess of hooks, screamed like hyenas, and started to board like sparrows!

"Lord God bless! Kill! Kill the evil demon!..."

"Catch that evil leader! Sacrifice to the Lord!"

"Lord! Holy Mother! Silvera's vice-ship! The natives have jumped on board!... So many natives, so many natives! They jumped on board!... Ah! They are killing people, killing sailors! There are too many of them, they killed on the deck, they killed on the poop... They surrounded Knight Silvera!..."

As the old carpenter Ivo shouted in panic, Bruno turned his head suddenly, the moonlight shone on his face, and then fear appeared on his face. He saw Knight Silvera on the vice-ship of the fleet, one or two hundred meters away, wearing a half-length knight's breastplate, standing on the high poop...

Silveira held a knight's cross sword and faced twenty boarding enemies, and the sailors had already fallen to the ground. He was like the famous Portuguese knight, Martin Moniz, more than three hundred years ago, and he wanted to die in front of the door of the captain's room with his body!

"May God bless you! Kill! The natives who deserve to go to hell! Kill! The despicable barbarians who sneaked in! Kill! The Greeks wearing chicken feathers... Ah! I am a true Portuguese knight! I can fight one against a hundred!..."

Silveira waved his family's cross heavy sword, showing the knight's martial arts that he had trained since childhood, and fought desperately. However, the space on the ship was too small, and he was surrounded by three kingdom warriors who boarded the ship, and could only passively fight left and right.

These native warriors were sturdy and not tall, but their expressions were much more fierce than the native tribes on the island. They all held bronze short spears and bronze short axes on their waists, with a bronze shape of ancient Greek city-state soldiers.

However, these native warriors did not have the Greeks' iconic Illyrian helmets on their heads, but a strange feathered leather helmet. And the fighting skills of these warriors were obviously not suitable for bumpy water battles, and seemed to be the heavy way of fighting on the shore! However, they cooperated quite well, and their numbers were still increasing! …

"Ah! Damn natives! You can't knock down the Lord's warriors! Piety is my shield, nothing can destroy it... Ugh!!..."

Just a moment later, a swift short spear accurately pierced Silvera's calf, causing his knee to bend in pain, revealing a flaw on the side. Then, two spears hit him together, knocking him to the ground, and quickly picking up the cross sword in his hand! Later, several native warriors rushed over fiercely and took out the sisal ropes wrapped around their waists...

"Bless you, Lord! Tie it up! Tie it up! Finally caught a big fish!... Haha! If it weren't for catching it alive, so many warriors would have shot you to death with javelins!..."

Kopili took off his feather helmet and wiped the sweat from his head. He picked up the cross sword of the "Iron Demon" and looked at the sharp double-sided blade. His eyebrows raised at first, and then his face showed joy. This evil demon leader was very skilled in martial arts, and he was wearing very strong "iron skin" and holding a powerful "magic weapon". He killed three Taino sailors as soon as he came up! In order to board the ship, the kingdom warriors only wore light leather armor, so they were restricted in fighting...

Fortunately, after taking down this evil demon leader, the sacrifice to the Lord God was finally obtained, and a large ship was captured! It was really worth it that they hurried on their way after receiving the news. They traveled seven or eight hundred miles in four days, leaving behind all the slow paddle boats, and finally caught up with the two large ships of the evil demon scouts!

At night, in order to find the location of these evil demon ships, they wandered around in the dark, from dusk to late at night, but there was no gain. It is really too difficult to find the traces of enemy ships in the dark! ...Until a faint fire flashed from the northwest of the fleet at the upwind vent and exposed position! …

"Praise the Lord! Captain, we killed ten demons and captured eight prisoners! We also found three Taino tribesmen locked at the bottom of the boat, as if they were caught by the demons!..."

"Lord! Captain, there are three demon thunder instruments on the boat! And those short tubes that spray thunder, tough iron knives..."

"Collect them all! Don't lose anything!... And the iron sheet on the demon leader, it was hit by several spears but it was fine... Take it off for me! Yes!..."

"Search carefully! See if there are any demons who fell into the water! These eight prisoners are always a little short of a sacrifice... If there are 80, it will be more decent! What about the boat behind? They barely rowed over here after the fight was over?... Forget it! Let them all disperse and look for any spoils to pick up..."

Kopili gestured twice, put the short spear back behind his back, and held the "devil's spoils" tightly in his hand. Although those scimitars are sharp, they are weird to use. This only cross sword is more useful. It is used like an obsidian war club, but it is sharper and tougher!

"Lord God bless you! Where is the other ship? Did they also board the ship?... Eh? Why are they still chasing? Didn't they almost stick to it before?!..."

The night faded in the fight, and the morning light woke up after the bloodshed. Just like the ancient Nahua legend, blood makes the sun rise and let the light illuminate the world. In the little morning light, Copil frowned and looked at the two ships that were still chasing each other, which were already one or two miles away. He looked at the overlapping shadows of the two ships, listened to the panic shouting and thunder, especially the thunder!

"Boom!..."

The demon's big ship seemed to have an exceptionally loud thunder magic weapon, and each shot was louder than ordinary artillery! The kingdom's ship that was chasing behind fired several rounds of cannons, and finally released the traditional weapon that the warriors were more adept at, the arson gunpowder arrows! …

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

Streams of red firelight flew from the hands of the warriors on the bow of the ship and shot to everywhere in front. Their accuracy was uncertain, and most of them were shot into the sea, while a small number of them landed on the enemy ship more than a hundred meters away, setting off bundles of flames that burned wantonly!

Yes, more than a hundred meters away! When the two ships were closest, they were as close as 20 to 30 meters. It seemed that they could catch each other just by throwing out the hooks. But the 8-pounder gun opposite was, after all, a "heavy artillery" that the kingdom had never expected! This kind of cannon only hit the big ship twice, and opened two large leaking holes at the waterline of the sailboat! Even if the Tylenol carpenters on the ship began to desperately repair, the speed of the pursuing ship would inevitably slow down...

And right now, the firing of gunpowder arrows symbolizes one thing! The pursuing kingdom longships had given up their plan to capture the enemy ship and began to set fire to the enemy, intending to burn the evil demon's ship into a torch on the sea!

"God bless! Holy Mother bless! Quick, keep trimming the sails! Speed ​​up a little faster!...Haha, with the sailing skills of these natives, it is impossible to catch up with us!...Huh?! What is this? Weapons? Archers’ rockets? No… Greeks’ gunpowder arrows?…”

Captain Bruno's eyes suddenly widened. The shining gunpowder arrows dragged a long trajectory, made a harsh sound, and scattered like fireworks. This is a primitive gunpowder weapon that is rarely seen on the battlefields of Western Europe. However, with the ship so close at this moment, it is extremely fatal!

Because the fireworks "spewed out" by these enemies will always hit a few at the rear of the flagship, causing flames that cannot be extinguished! But the flagship's 8-pounder cannon, as well as the powder barrels piled around the cannon, are also at the stern...

"Ah! Put out the fire quickly! Put out the fire quickly!...The fire is going to burn to the side of the cannon...No!!"

"boom!!!…"

Accompanied by a particularly shocking thunder, the air wave from the explosion of the gunpowder barrel swept half of the stern of the ship! Amid the dying screams of the sailors, the deck at the stern of the ship was blown apart. The heavy 8-pound gun followed the broken ship plank and fell into the deep sea under the morning light!