Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"?! Damn! Damn! These damned Portuguese people! Are they worried about escaping, and want to send someone ashore with the gold first?!"

Seeing this scene, the Castilian Fleet at the back could no longer bear it, intolerable at the loss of the "secured" gold. The three captains shouted their orders in unison.

"Forward! Forward! Stop that kayak!..."

The three medium-sized sailboats rushed forward again, swiftly surrounding the kayak. And the native sailors on the boat were startled, leaving behind those gleaming spots of gold, fleeing quickly into the depths of the sandy beach. Meanwhile, three kayaks slipped off the Castilian sailboats, heading towards the golden-glittering small boat. Then, an excited shout suddenly erupted from the mouths of three sailors, sounding just like mating dogs!

"Holy Mother! It’s gold! Real gold!"

"Three gold talismans! At least 3 pounds, no, 4 pounds of gold!!..."

The sailors confirmed the gold, bickering and fighting for a while, finally each took one gold talisman, and returned to their ships. And as soon as the sailors boarded the ship, Captain Vicente snatched the gold away! He lifted the golden, lovely, beautifully enchanting little items high, greedily watching the golden reflection under the afternoon sun.

At this moment, he was captivated by the gold talisman for a full ten seconds. Until the sailors clamored for the spoils of war, he suddenly thrust the gold talisman into his pocket, coldly surveyed around, then drew his sword and pointed forward!

"Continue forward! Capture that Portuguese golden ship!"

"Kill them all! Divide the spoils according to rules, everyone gets a share!"

"Awo! Roar! JaJa!..."

The sailors and soldiers on board shouted frantically. This ship carried twenty Holy War Veterans, although greedy, they could still maintain discipline. But on the other two ships, forty Shenluo Mercenaries were loaded, their grotesque German shouting was just like a bunch of carrion-eating vultures.

"Catch them! Grabsch! Geil!"

The three Caravel Medium-sized Sailboats paused no longer, all sails fully raised, chasing the "cornered" Portuguese golden boat. They no longer cared about the reeds along the way or the panicked native villages, fixating on the sailboat ahead.

"Almighty! Hurry! Faster!..."

"Haha! It’s a dead end! They can’t escape anymore!"

After two hours of pursuit, the narrow waterway could be seen ending in the distance; indeed, it was a dead end! The Portuguese sailboat panicked, being forced to turn around. But the three Caravel sailboats had spread out, blocking the channel of less than ten leagues.

"Oh! My golden little lamb! Don’t move, wait for my Long Spears to come over! Ahaha!..."

Captain Vicente stood on the central flagship, raising the corners of his mouth triumphantly. However, his laughter hadn’t stopped when suddenly a cannon sounded, followed by another!

"Boom! Boom!"

The Portuguese sailboat that turned around suddenly fired two empty shots! Then, it filled up with speed, charging towards Vicente’s flagship! And immediately after these two shots, from the reeds several leagues away, strange "Viking Longships" suddenly emerged, each full of native warriors armed with Leather Armor and bronze axes!

"Chief Divine bless! Fight for the Deity!"

"Paddle with all your might! Charge! Charge! Don’t stop, ram directly into their ship!"

"Prepare the hooks! Hook and board!..."

"?!... What’s this? An ambush from the native large ships?!"

The natives on the oar-sail ships screamed and paddled madly, charging towards the three dispersed Castilian sailboats. And seeing this unbelievable scene, Captain Vicente shuddered all over, his smile instantly freezing, then turning into anger! With his wise mind, just one breath was needed to guess the "truth" of the situation!

"Carajo! Demonios! Damn Portuguese people! They have actually colluded with the Devil-worshiping Tribal Kingdom, to ambush the Almighty-believing Kingdom of Castile!"

"Damn! This is a conspiracy! A Portuguese conspiracy!"

Captain Vicente’s expression was ferocious, cursing at will. He quickly counted, identifying seven charging oar-sail ships, each loaded with fifty to sixty native sailors and soldiers! And those native soldiers were actually wearing Leather Armor, wielding shiny Iron Spear or Bronze Axe! That ferocity, that frenzied demeanor distinctly different from the timid natives of San Juan Island, could only belong to the "Barbarians" of the Cipangu Native Kingdom!

"Seven ships... sixty per ship... over four hundred natives... against one hundred twenty... threefold force disparity..."

Captain Vicente directly calculated, showing rare concern and fear on his face. The Kingdom of Castile’s army, though elite, and the kingdom’s fleet, though powerful in Firearms... in such terrain, the advantages of ships were entirely nullified, relying solely on close-quarters life-and-death combat!

"Almighty bless! We’ve been ambushed! Hurry! Hurry! Turn the ship around!... Hurry! Hurry! Soldiers, don your Breastplates, sailors, load the cannon, load the Matchlock Gun!... Quickly! They’re coming over! Quick!!..."

The central flagship was furthest from both north and south shores, Captain Vicente still had time to ponder. But the medium sailboats spread on both flanks had absolutely no time to respond! Just three or four leagues’ distance, under the full-speed assault of the Oar-sailed Longship, needed only two quarters, almost arriving in the blink of an eye!

"Fuego! Open fire!"