Chapter 2243 - 1603: Damn Portuguese People, Colluding with the Native Kingdom!
The medium-sized sailboat on the south side was the first to complete loading. At Captain Sancho’s command, two 4-pound side cannons thundered out a shot! The Oar-sailed Longship of the Kingdom of the Lake rushed diagonally from the flank, and only these two cannons were in the line of fire.
"Boom! Boom!"
At a distance of a Li, facing the rapidly moving Oar-sail Ship, neither of the two cannon shots hit. Meanwhile, the sailboat to the north also roared with the sound of two cannons! As for the flagship in the middle, it only fired one shot from the bow, but it was dodged by the oncoming Portuguese sailboat.
"For the Chief Divine! Push forward with all your might! Ram their ship!!..."
"Damn it! Keep loading! Prepare the Matchlock Guns!..."
Captain Sancho anxiously stamped his feet, watching those frenzied, combat-loving, paddle-mad Natives, as if witnessing an unavoidable bloody fight. Ever since arriving in "Eastern India," he had never encountered such a fierce battle. Seeing these fanatical Natives now, he felt a jolt in his heart and made a judgment: this battle would surpass all previous ones, a fight to the death!
"These are fanatical, evil heathens, the most morale-boosted kind! Just like those Tunisian pirates!..."
"Damn it! How could we make such a mistake and get trapped in this narrow bay? If we were on the open sea, we could rely on our sails and speed to easily maneuver these Oar-sail Ships!"...
"Holy Mother! It’s over! There’s no time to turn around, no time to adjust the sails to accelerate! We have no choice but to engage in a head-on battle!"
As their obsession with and desire for Gold faded from their hearts, experience and wisdom once again filled the minds of these noble captains. But, the die was cast; it was too late for everything.
Captain Sancho, with bloodshot eyes, donned a half-breastplate, and vigorously swung the sword in his hand. Now, he could only hope that the cannon fire would scare away the four approaching Oar-sailed Longships!
"Fuego! Fire!"
Within 200 meters, the two 4-pound cannons fired again! This time, finally, one 4-pound stone bullet hit the nearest Oar-sailed Longship, exploding with a burst of wooden splinters and blood mist. Six or seven Kingdom’s Warriors and Taino Sailors were killed by the stone shot and shattered wood chips without even groaning. And the Longship hesitated, but with its waterline unharmed, the surviving warriors and sailors continued to paddle fervently toward them!
"Fuego! Fire! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
More than twenty Matchlock Guns fired in unison, focusing on this most forward damaged Longship. Now within thirty paces, just one salvo killed or seriously injured seven or eight warrior sailors! A quarter of the sixty men on this assault ship were already dead before even boarding! Then, it finally, with its last inertia, collided with the Castilians’ sailboat!
"Boom!!"
The two large ships shook violently, and the arquebusiers on board could no longer reload. From afar, it looked like a clumsy "inkfish" pounced on an agile "swordfish," and then, the "inkfish" extended many tentacles and tightly wrapped around the "swordfish"!
"Hook them! Hook them!"
The warriors of the Kingdom shouted and angrily hurled boarding hooks! The hooks tightly wrapped around the sails’ ropes, and then seven or eight fearless warriors scrambled to climb up. The twenty Shenluo Mercenaries on the sailboat quickly crowded the sides, desperately thrusting spears and shooting arrows. Blood splattered everywhere, and four climbing warriors were consecutively stabbed or shot to death, while three who jumped aboard also died under the spears! But soon, another fierce collision ensued!
"Bang! Bang!!"
Three longships charged one after another, stopping this medium-sized Caravel completely! The ship shuddered violently, and four or five sailors and mercenaries fell from the side with desperate cries! Meanwhile, another longship, maneuvering, had its warrior archers aggressively shooting arrows, killing several more mercenaries on the side of the sailboat, pressing them down. During this delay, all three "inkfish" tossed out "tentacles," entangling the sleek "swordfish." And all three sides, warriors climbed madly, unstoppable!
"Almighty! Sancho’s ship is entangled! The native warriors are climbing up like ants!..."
Captain Vicente’s fingers trembled as he saw the Castilian sailboat on the south side completely surrounded, with more than four times the armored Natives fiercely shouting and climbing aboard like ants! As he turned, he saw the northern sailboat in the same situation, also trapped in a siege!