Chapter 2245 - 1604: For the Chief Divine! Board or Die!
It was just one ship, two small squads, 41 demons! As a result, they managed to take down 50 of his own samurai and over 10 Taino sailors, through bombardments, volleys, and spear formations!
And this was under a favorable ambush, where the opponents only fired two rounds of firearms magic before they had to engage in close combat! If these demons’ large ship had been allowed to freely roam the sea and fire, who knows how many more warriors would have been bombarded to death!
"Dying demon! Your valor has earned my respect! Recite your last poem of departure! I will personally sever your head and offer you as a sacrifice to the Chief Divine!..."
Kua Heibao waved his battle axe, unusually serious as he spoke to Captain Sancho. He came from the Royal Legion of the Alliance, still upholding the Nava warrior tradition of respecting the death of brave warriors, giving the opponent this final moment.
Captain Sancho widened his eyes, staring at the sturdy and strong native warrior opposite him, feeling the tangible presence of death! His whole body trembled, struggling desperately, staring at that "bronze axe" resembling an ornament of Ancient Greece, he suddenly shouted at the native warrior!
"Almighty! I... I am unwilling! I am still young... I haven’t continued my family line!... I am a noble of Castile! I am willing to surrender, let my family pay the ransom!..."
"...Very well! Brave warrior of the demons, you can face death bravely...your soul may descend into the cold abyss, but the blood of your courage will be admired and relished by the Chief Divine!..."
Kua Heibao nodded, then took a step forward, suddenly raising the battle axe in his hand. Then he took a deep breath and shouted loudly!
"To the Chief Divine! Slash!..."
"No!!..."
Scarlet splattered, a bearded head with wide-open eyes full of unwillingness rolled to the door of the captain’s cabin. Such a death, the head’s owner once gleefully inflicted upon the Taino Tribe time and again. And now, it was finally his turn!
Soon, this demon’s head was picked up by Kua Heibao and forcefully skewered onto a long spear. He then raised the spear high and shouted to the Mexica warriors on the ship.
"The Chief Divine’s blessing! We have slain the demons, we have sacrificed them! We have left our mark in the divine war, and after death, we shall enter the red realm, like all fallen warriors!"
"Treat the wounded, collect the demons’ armor and weapons, seize this large ship! Muster a crew of warriors and continue the charge, clash with the demons’ large ship in the middle!"
"Roar!! The Chief Divine’s blessing!"
Fervent shouts echoed on this medium-sized Caravel ship on the southern side, accompanied by the raised spearhead trophy! And in almost the same breath, victory was also determined on the northern Caravel ship!
"Pah! So many hairy heads!"
Kingdom Warrior Captain Kepili raised a spear with the captain’s head impaled on it, tying it directly to the highest mast. Below the swaying captain’s head was a deck full of blood and corpses. To guard against plague, he also left no survivors, wiping out more than 40 demon mercenaries and sailors completely!
"Damn those demons! Damn those Evil Demon Cannons!"
The Kingdom Warrior Captain Kepili’s eyes were bloodshot, deeply pained by the loss of over 40 kingdom’s warriors and more than 20 Taino sailors. These demons’ armor was indeed robust, especially that flamboyant team of "parrot" demons!
The kingdom’s warriors shot copper arrows at close range, yet could not penetrate their frontal armor, only killing the lightly armored sailors. As his fleet approached, it took two shots, hitting the "parrot" demons’ spearmen from the side, injuring three or four and disrupting their formation. Following this was the brutal and inescapable death battle as the kingdom warriors boarded the ship!
"Draw out a ship! Charge! Support the middle! Not a single one of these three demon large ships shall return! For the Chief Divine!"
"Roar! For the Chief Divine!"
Kepili and the warriors roared in unison, as the longship from the north moved to support the middle. Meanwhile, on the battlefield in the middle, Captain Vicente was pale-faced, trembling from head to toe. His eyes widened as he watched the large ships on both the north and south sides being rammed, entangled, and boarded by native longships...until the ant-like native warriors "consumed" all the Castilian Expeditionary Army on the large ships, even raising the captain’s head!
"Demonios! Damn it! These damn barbarians! These damn demon worshipers! They dared to cut off the head of a kingdom’s nobility?!... Quick! Speed up and head for the rivermouth to escape!"
Captain Vicente shouted frantically, like a threatened, violently agitated Iberian mountain goat. Behind him, a small Portuguese sailing ship pursued relentlessly, getting closer and closer.
"What?! Is this? Ambushers hidden in the cabin?!"
When Captain Vicente looked carefully, he saw that on the small Caravel sailing ship, it was no longer just a dozen sailors... in the ship’s cabin, a group of ten to twenty red-haired native warriors emerged, each with bows and arrows in hand!
"Damn treacherous Portuguese colluding with the natives! When I return to the expeditionary army, I’ll summon the main fleet and blast you to pieces with a row of 10-pound cannons!"
"Mierda... Fuego! Open fire!"
"Boom!"
The 6-pound stern cannon suddenly fired, and the pursuing Portuguese sailboat deftly veered away, with the cannonball splashing into the water dozens of meters away. The Portuguese sailors handling the ship were clearly experienced, positioned in a dead angle hard to hit by both stern and side cannons. Meanwhile, the two ships got closer, and the red-haired natives on board all raised their bows, ready to fire at any moment. Further away, several paddled native oar-sail ships, fully laden with warriors, were striving to catch up!
"Almighty! This is bad! It’s over! Finished!!"
"What’s going on?! Paulo?"
"There are two more light sailing ships at the rivermouth ahead! They’re not flying any flags! They can’t be our fleet... They’ve blocked the river! They’re charging at us? They’re barbaric natives! They’re the enemy!"
"?!..."
On hearing such an alert, Captain Vicente shuddered and hurriedly gazed to the East. Sure enough, a few miles to the east, two light sailing ships appeared! Approaching rapidly from opposite directions, in just about two quarters, Vicente could see the ships ahead! Both vessels were entirely manned by natives, also fully loaded with red-haired native archers!
"Ah? This? Light sailing ships entirely manned by natives?!..."
At this moment, Captain Vicente was incredulous. These barbaric, uncivilized natives, could they really skillfully pilot light sailing ships from Europe to hunt them down? How could this be? How could this even be possible?!
Vicente was dazed for a moment, feeling like the world had turned upside down, with natives not being natives, but rather turning into Portuguese people! After a while, he finally engaged his wise mind and figured out the truth once more!
"Almighty, I understand! It must be the Portuguese who betrayed the Almighty and harmed Christians! They sold the light sailing ships to the Native Kingdom! They sent sailors to teach the natives how to handle the ships!"
"Carajo! Damn it! All these Portuguese sailors should be tied to the Inquisition’s stake and burned to ashes alive!"
Having understood all this, Captain Vicente was filled with rage, cursing loudly! Nonetheless, the light sailing ships ahead and behind were closing in tighter, and no matter how he tried to steer, he couldn’t shake them off. In the end, the foremost light sailing ship defiantly took a 6-pound shot from the bow cannon, despite being shot through a section of the side, killing two sailors, it ferociously rammed forward!
"Bang!!"
"Damn natives! These idiots who can’t steer, only ram like dumbasses!..."
"Bang!!"
"Bang!!"
After three consecutive collisions, the four sailboats were all entangled, completely stopped. The Castilian sailors were still striving to steer, attempting to escape this deadly web. Meanwhile, over fifty red-haired archers on the three ships eagerly released their iron arrows!
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!..."
"Boom boom boom!..."
Screams of anguish arose from the sailors operating the ships, with five or six falling instantly, followed by another round! These red-haired natives’ sharp arrows were terrifyingly accurate, and the sailors in light armor fell after just one round of firing their matchlock guns! Meanwhile, Captain Vicente’s helmet was hit a few times, and his breastplate also took two hits. Trembling, he quickly ducked his head, retreating into the formation of twenty Holy War Veterans!
"Faith! Cross! Redemption!..."
"Almighty! Light! Courage!..."
Led by Veteran Leader Turnadilla, twenty Holy War Veterans roared in unison. This time, they didn’t shout "Queen, Glory, and Victory." Perhaps, they had already realized what fate awaited them...
They merely raised their iron shields, set up their long spears, and unsheathed their short swords. They formed the final defensive turtle shell formation, bracing themselves for the life-and-death battle!