Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

However, the natural law of the Caribbean Sea Tribes is ultimately different from the logic of European colonizers. In the eyes of the colonizers, if you show even a hint of weakness, you are a sheep to be slaughtered at will! And if the sheep reveals its wealth...

"Merda! What is this native chieftain babbling about? Why not just hand over the goods... hmm? What’s this?!"

Columbus widened his eyes, watching as two tall natives brought in a wicker basket. The shining yellow inside caught his attention immediately. He cautiously glanced at the native chieftain, took two slow steps forward, and began inspecting with his foot.

"What kind of trash is this? Yellow pebbles? Yellow ore... pyrite? Yellow beads... glass beads? Yellow... hmm! Gold-colored sand and gravel, gold sand!!"

Seeing the small pieces of gold sand, Columbus shuddered suddenly, and his eyes lit up. He looked carefully at the earnest-looking chieftain across from him, assessed a few times, and then shouted to his brother Bartolomeo.

"Barto! Bring two sailors over! Take this basket of stones back!"

Soon, Bartolomeo arrived with armed sailors, and after just a glance, his eyes changed too. Columbus pulled the sword from his waist, pointed to the small bits of gold sand, and commanded while directing towards the gold spear-wielding chieftain.

"The Almighty witness! I want more, more of this golden stone! Bring it out!!..."

"??Stones? You want more?"

Alamana was stunned for a moment. But the greed of the other party was too obvious, and he quickly understood the meaning of "asking for more." He shook his head, waving his hand, and swore by the name of the ancestors.

"The ancestors bear witness! There is no more! This is all the yellow stone in the whole tribe!"

"??Shaking head, waving hand? No more?"

Columbus frowned, staring at the gold spear in Almana’s hand, pointed with his sword, and ordered.

"What is the tip of this spear made of? Is it gold? Hand it over! Give it to me!..."

"??You want my weapon? Impossible! This is a gift from the Western Tribe. I cannot give my friend’s gift to you!"

Alamana stepped back two paces, watching Columbus cautiously. Around him, the tribal hunters also picked up their short bows and raised their short spears, trying hard to display their martial power. Seeing this, Columbus raised his eyebrows, just about to scold loudly, but Bartolomeo held his arm in check.

"Holy Mother protect! Brother! There is at least six pounds of gold sand in this basket of stones! And some glass beads from who knows where..."

"Ah! Six pounds of gold sand? Isn’t that... worth at least 600 Ducats! Worth the three-year sponsorship from the Queen..."

Upon hearing this number, Columbus swallowed a mouthful of saliva, greed and ferocity interwoven on his face. However, Bartolomeo leaned forward in time, whispering.

"Brother! So much gold, the whole expeditionary army is watching! If a fight breaks out, whose spoils would it be? It’s hard to say... Let’s take this gold back first, say it’s tribute the native chieftain gave you as the Commander-in-chief, and swallow it alone first!"

"Hmm? Are you suggesting we let this native chieftain off? But since he can bring out this gold, won’t there be more in the tribe? We might as well bind him and levy..."

"Ha! Brother! What falls into our bag is ours! Any wealth robbed from the tribe later would naturally be shared with the expeditionary army. Besides... seeing we’ve secured the gold, Deputy Commander Antonio and the other noble officers of the expeditionary army wouldn’t let these natives off, would they?"

Bartolomeo smiled faintly, having already anticipated the development. He was certain that everyone else within this expeditionary army possessed the same, boundless greed! This is the nature of colonizers...

"Just watch! Without us saying a word, Antonio will himself demand that these natives be arrested!"

"Indeed! Let’s go! We’ll go back first, secure the gold!"

Columbus thought about it, concluding that his brother was right. He gave the waiting Alamana chieftain a strange smile, nodding.

"Good! Very good! Your gold, I accept! Stay here, don’t leave!"

Regardless of whether Alamana understood or not, Columbus casually made a promise, gestured for them to wait, and hurriedly left with the gold.

"Oh ancestors? These white-skinned demons took the yellow stones. Did they agree to the proposal? Then when will they leave and return peace to us?"

Alamana eagerly hoped, imagining past tranquility. Yet he was restless, feeling something wasn’t right.

He stood in the field like an innocent and simple cotton-tailed rabbit, patiently waiting for a long time. He observed the alien troops, witnessing an intense quarrel over the golden stones between the previously departing "Brown-haired Chief" and another wearing a bright hard hat, the "Hard Hat Chief." They even drew weapons, pointing at each other.

"Strange! Aren’t these aliens a group? How can weapons be aimed at their own people over some stones?..."

Alamana watched in confusion, the world of the aliens beyond his imagination filthy. Moments later, the "Brown-haired Chief" brazenly slipped the bag of selected gold sand into his arms, turned and ran to the edges of the troop, cursing loudly as he went.

"Damn! Damn Antonio! This is the gold the natives offered to me! Offered to my brother Columbus the Commander-in-chief! It’s all mine, not a single Ducat, not a penny, will I share with you! If you want it, search the native corpses yourself!"

"Ha ha! The Almighty witness! Did you see? Just by following my brother Columbus the Commander-in-chief, you can easily obtain gold! Natives will obediently kneel, presenting the gold with both hands! And those who follow Antonio will only get to eat shit!..."

"!! Damn Columbus! I’ll cut his tongue to feed the dogs!..."

"Hard Hat Chief" Antonio glared, face full of anger yet unable to hide his greed. He gritted his teeth fiercely, watching Columbus with gold tucked in his chest run to the Shenluo Mercenaries. Then, his gaze turned cruelly towards the opposing Taino chieftain and strong men, and forcefully swung his noble sword.

"Pedro!"

"Commander Antonio?"

"The Almighty witness! Take the Holy War veterans, capture the native chieftain! I want the gold in his hands burned out like the Inquisition would!"

"Attack? Only we initiate the attack?"

"Are the Kingdom’s Holy War veterans afraid?"

"Ha ha! Commander, you’re joking!"

Upon hearing this, Pedro, the armored veteran camp commander, laughed heartily. He drew the longsword from his waist, and pointing to the nearly nude Taino strong men across, he sneered.

"The Almighty witness! Such opponents? Compared to Moors, it’s heaven and earth difference! I kill Moors without blinking, let alone these weak natives!"

"Then go! Capture more native strong men back! Saint Isabella Castle’s construction lacks enslaved labor! For the Queen!"

"Yes! For the Queen!"

The veteran camp commander Pedro nodded emphatically. Then, stepping forward a few paces, to the three veteran lieutenants and over two hundred Holy War veterans, he shouted out the extremely brutal Holy War slogan once more.

"Faith! Cross! Salvation!..."

"Almighty! Light! Courage!..."

"Queen! Glory! Victory!..."

Over two hundred Holy War veterans shouted fiercely, their eyes burning with zeal and cruelty elevating like flames. Afterward, orders from Camp Commander Pedro echoed from the rear, just like on countless Holy War battlefields.

"Kill the heathens! For the Holy Lord!"

"Capture these natives, capture the native chieftain! Make them slaves to build the castle for the Queen! For the Queen!..."

"Shoot arrows! Charge!!..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

"Ah!? What is this? How can it be like this?! Deceitful aliens! You? You!!..."

In Alamana’s horrified and bewildered eyes, over two hundred armored demons suddenly let out shouts, pouncing like vicious crocodiles! And before their gleaming spear tips and blades swung down, a fierce rain of arrows had already rushed forward, whistling death towards the gathered Taino strong men!