Aztec Eternals

"Lord! Save us!..."

The burning flames rose on the deck of the Portuguese flagship, like the burning of hellfire, bringing the breath of death! The gunpowder barrel that suddenly exploded, like a huge thunder that had never been seen before, set off an amazing air wave, and even pressed the flame into a flame!

"Boom!!!..."

The side plate at the stern was completely blown off, and the heavy 8-pound gun rolled into the sea. Countless pieces of wood swept across the entire stern like cutting blades!

The four musketeers were shot in the neck by the wood without a groan. The quartermaster Matim screamed, covered his bleeding right eye, and rolled desperately on the deck.

"Ah! Eyes! My eyes!!..."

"Ah!...My head! My head!...My head...Skin?..."

After the air wave, the boatswain Haroldo groaned and his head hurt. He touched his head in horror, and finally found that his head was still there, but a piece of scalp was cut off by the wood. Then, he looked around the ship in shock, and saw a purgatory-like scene.

Four sailors lay dead on the deck, and the quartermaster and another sailor wailed and rolled around. Old Ivo lay on the deck tightly, grabbing the native guide who followed him to block in front of him. The native was motionless, his head hit the mast, and it was unknown whether he was dead or unconscious...

"Boss! Boss!..."

"Great Lord! Powerful devil! No matter who can save me, I will worship Him devoutly, using the best lambs and human blood, just like the sacrifices in the Old Testament!..."

Captain Bruno knelt at the door of the captain's room, praying devoutly, promising the oldest sacrifice. In the original Catholic faith, killing and sacrificing were normal scenes, and even models of piety, just like God asked Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac...

"My son is not yet grown up... I must not die here, and must not die in the hands of the devil natives!... No matter what promises I make, even if it is to trade souls with the devil!..."

Bruno trembled all over, listening to the natives' shouting and killing in the wind, as if he heard the shouts of hell, which made him unable to hold back the fear in his heart. He once again prayed to the devil in his heart, just like he did in the southern continent.

In the moment of life and death just now, he had an inexplicable courage in his heart, and ran directly back to the captain's room! At that moment, even if he was killed by gunpowder or chopped to death by the natives on the boarding, he would die in the captain's room like Diogo and Silveira!

Then, the loud explosion flattened the rear deck, but the captain's room on the second floor was safe and sound. The sails were still fluttering, and under the flames on the rear deck, the ship continued to move westward, even faster! After death passed by, Bruno's courage quickly faded, just like the glory of the Lord, which only covered a moment. Then, the devil's erosion...

"Ah! The ship is still sailing? The rudder is not damaged? The mast is still there?... Miracle! This must be the blessing of the devil!... Ahem... It was the incredible miracle of the Lord that allowed us to escape the pursuit of the devil natives!..."

"Captain Bruno? Are you still alive?!"

"Haroldo! Stop shouting! Quick! Take the sailors to put out the fire! Put out the fire!... Don't burn the sails!..."

The Portuguese flagship was in a panic, and no one paid attention to the two seriously injured crew members. In fact, there were only eight or nine people left on the ship who could move. The Portuguese exploration fleet of fifty or sixty people had already lost eight out of ten before returning...

"Holy Mother! Thank you for your blessing..."

The old carpenter Ivo got up trembling, checked the breathing of the guide Shushu, and breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed the native to block in front of him, with his old bones, if he was hit by the explosion, he would probably die directly...

"Huh! You lucky native, don't blame me for using you to block the arrow... This time, you have saved me once... Mary witness! From now on, if you have a piece of bread from me, you will have a bite of bran to eat!..."

"Ivo! Ivo!..."

"Ah? Captain?!..."

"There are not enough sailors, go and sail! You are an old sea dog, you know how to use the wind to go faster... We must go faster, faster! Slowly turn and use more wind... Only then can we completely get rid of the native's big ship!..."

"Yes! Captain!..."

"Haroldo! You throw the dead sailors into the sea, and the debris too!... If you can reduce some weight, you can go faster!..."

"Yes, boss!"

The wind on the sea is always changing, sometimes from north to south, and sometimes turning to the southwest. The morning light gradually descended on the sea, illuminating the vast Caribbean Sea. In the waters west of the large island of Haiti, the dazzling rocket was like a meteor, chasing the hole in the Portuguese flagship all the way, and then gradually fell into the sea.

The senior sailors of the Portuguese Navy have at least five or six years of sailing experience, and the old carpenter Ivo is even a veteran of more than ten years of sailing. Their sailing level is completely beyond the reach of the Kingdom sailors who have only trained for a few months. And the load of the Portuguese flagship is obviously much lighter than that of the Kingdom sailing ship full of warriors.

When it was half against the wind, the two sides could not pull apart for a while, but when the Portuguese flagship began to gradually adjust its direction and sailed to the southwest with the wind... the two chasing ships slowly pulled away from each other, from one or two hundred meters to three or four hundred meters, and then to one mile, two miles...

"Bah! This damned group of demons! They all have the same long-headed boats and the same pointed sails... How can they run so fast?!... Where's Agou? Agou?! How did you adjust the sails? And Aba, didn't you work hard? You're so big for nothing, but you're so slow to turn around!..."

"Uh! Boss Chapo... We've tried our best... Portuguese boats are always better than Castile's, maybe it's a small sail modification... They're all real old sea dogs! Look at the skill of changing the sails, and then look at the splashes of the bow..."

"Hmm? You dare to talk back?!..."

"Ah!... We... We were wrong!... Boss!..."

On the pursuing Stone Spear, the boatswain Chachu and Bartomero looked at each other, both lowered their heads nervously, and then had a headache. The red-haired captain Chapo looked fierce, pulled out the cane from his waist, "swish" hit one person, and then put it back. He had many ways to discipline these two "evil demons". But facing the sailboat on the other side of the sea...

"Damn it, I really saw a ghost, a wind monster in the wilderness!... When I ran in the wilderness, no one could outrun me... But when I got to the sea... This evil demon is simply a wind demon in the water, running faster than anyone else!... If I can jump onto their boat, I will kill them one by one, two by two, and send them all back to the mother earth!..."

Red-haired Chabo looked towards the southwest angrily. The sun gradually rose higher, and the unfinished big ship of the evil demon had become a small dot on the horizon. No matter what, he could not catch up. He sighed helplessly, then looked around at the twenty kingdom warriors carrying bows on the boat, and cursed viciously.

"Damn it! After chasing for so long, the evil demon still escaped! You are all bird shooters of the kingdom, but the rockets are so messed up. What the hell are you shooting?..."

"Turn the boat around! Look carefully on the water! Did the evil demon's magic weapon just now fall into the water? It's so big and loud, and it can be used against several cannons at once?..."

"Look carefully! See if you can find it, and bring it back to make up for it!... What are you looking at? Aba! If you look again, I will throw you into the sea and let you dive to find it!..."

".!"

Boatswain Bartomero quickly lowered his head and closed his mouth tightly. He wanted to say that the "heavy artillery" was made of iron, and it sank into the vast sea, so how could he find it? And even if he found it, how could he salvage a thing weighing thousands of pounds?

But he had followed him for so long, and he clearly understood how powerful this "red-haired captain" was! This native captain is no Columbus, who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He is a real murderer who eats raw meat and drinks blood. The other party runs faster than a dog, can kill two of him by himself, and his archery skills are amazing, he can shoot a flying sparrow! Under the fierce gaze of the other party, he can only lower his tanned back and pray in the newly learned Nahua language, stuttering and reverently.

"Praise the Holy Father of Huitzilopo!... I listen to you, Boss Chapo!"