Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1609 - 1144: First Clash, the Evil Demon’s Thunderbolt

"Vaffanculo! What's going on?! The natives here are completely different from those on the Bahamas Islands. Those on the Bahamas were so warm, peaceful, and friendly... Damn it! This is the first time meeting them, how can the natives of Cuba have such strong hostility? They even refuse to accept the gifts we sent... How are we supposed to resupply food and water now?... Merda! Damn barbarians!..."

On the Holy Maria, Columbus cursed and stared at the wary village of natives on the shore, looking quite solemn. He glared, tilting his long face and carefully observing the spiky native spearmen, judging the strength of the native village. Obviously, these native spearmen are classified into two types.

The first type consists of able-bodied tribesmen, bare-chested and carrying stone spears, standing in the forefront of the fenced area. These able-bodied men are split into several teams, with each team comprising dozens of people, forming a massive, oppressive crowd. The second type is the elite spearmen, wearing simple leather armor and carrying longer spears, standing in the rear. These leather-armored spearmen number about thirty or forty, arranged in a formation akin to a battle-assisting force. Positioned among them were two military officer leaders in platinum armor, carefully gazing at the fleet.

Columbus scrutinized for a moment, suddenly turning to Navigator Pedro.

"Merda! Pedro! You have the best vision, take a good look! Those natives further back, wearing leather armor, are the shining spears in their hands copper spears? And are those two native leaders wearing bronze armor?!"

"Huh? Let me see... Chief! Indeed, some of the spears held by the natives have a bluish golden color, resembling bronze. There are also some with a black-grey color, seemingly iron? But most are dull gray, similar to those of native equipment on the Bahamas Islands, likely stone. As for the armor of the native officers... Carlo, Carlo! Are those two half-body armors copper?..."

At this, Goldsmith Carlo squinted, shifting poses and observing different reflections before confidently answering.

"Indeed! That yellow light is somewhat dazzling with a hint of blue, just like the 3-pound cannon... it's definitely bronze armor!"

"Almighty! Really bronze armor? A set of bronze armor must weigh at least thirty pounds, right? That's all money!"

Upon confirming the armor finally being bronze, Navigator Pedro took a sharp intake of breath. His eyes gleamed with greed, looking at the native leaders as though staring at a pile of moving copper coins!

At the sunset of the 15th century, a standard Maravedi coin weighed approximately 3-4 grams, with its copper content depending on the minting quality. In the Kingdom of Castile, a pound of bronze is worth one or two hundred copper coins. Concerning a pound of cotton fabric, it is even more costly compared to bronze. Calculating simply, not less than several thousand Maravedi copper coins would be spent on such a bronze armor or bronze cloth armor. This is pricier than common infantry iron armor, almost akin to the cost of elite iron half-body armors!...

In the Middle Ages, Europe did not lack copper, with its price being considerably lower than in the East Asia region. If this bronze armor were brought to East Asia, it could be exchanged for four to five big bucks to buy twice the refined iron equivalent...

"Chief! How dare these unclothed natives show such hostility and disrespect towards the envoy of the Almighty! Why don't we let the Pinta and Nina fire a couple of shots to show them the Almighty's might!"

"Yes! Joder! Fire cannons first, then guns! Charge into the native village, and loot all the valuable items!"

"Coño! And women! Break through the village; seize money, and women for joy!"

"Vaffanculo! You fools, shut up! Can't you see that this is West Pan Gu Japan? These natives are different from those on the Indian Islands!... Take a good look; this is a large native tribe, with at least three to four hundred native spearmen ready for combat. These tribes have copper and iron spears, not unarmed... And among our three ships combined, we only have 88 men! How many of you are prepared to die to break through this large tribe's village?!... Bah! Really a bunch of fools!"

On the deck of the Holy Maria, the sailors were clamoring like hyenas spotting prey. Columbus, after a round of scolding, suppressed the greedy sailors. At that moment, he was more clear-headed than anyone else. Without such shrewdness to exploit weakness, he would have long been killed off by Jewish creditors or Holy Roman mercenaries in some unknown corner...

At this instance, Columbus looked at the vigilant Taino Tribe on the shore, swearing with solemnity.

"Merda! What the hell! It's been nearly 1500 years since the Divine Son descended, and these West Pan Gu Japanese are still wearing Ancient Greece's bronze armor!"

"Listen to me! Don't fire cannons or guns, don't act recklessly! Send more gifts, let the Bahaman native guides call out! We are envoys of the Almighty, we are peaceful and friendly friends!... Such a strong tribe, if not easy to rob, should be negotiated well! Use worthless glass beads to exchange for their valuable gold and cotton fabric, isn't that delightful?"

"Boom!"

"Merda! What's going on? Who fired the cannon?!"

Columbus was instructing the sailors, intending to send two more native guides, along with more gifts, to express 'goodwill'... when suddenly, the loud noise of a cannon fired from a distance on the Pinta ship! Then, a 3-pound iron projectile whistled from the bow of the Pinta, crashing into the village's fish pond at the edge, splashing up a massive shower of water!

"Damn! It's the Pinta! That big Pinzon, the fool who got his head rammed by a bull! Damn!..."

"Boom!..."

Seeing the Pinta fire a cannon, the Nina didn't hesitate and followed with a cannon shot at the Taino village. This iron bullet was slightly more accurate, heavily striking the outer fence and sending up a huge cloud of dirt!

"Ancestor! This is the thunderbolt of evil demons! Just like in the prophecy, the evil demons will also unleash thunderbolts!..."

"Hummingbird's Sun Supreme God! The white-skinned evil demons actually possess such strong mana!..."

"Chief Divine! It's the evil demon, the real evil demon... Please, save us!..."

Faced with the thunderbolt from the large ship at sea, the one or two thousand Taino tribespeople in the village cried out in terror and fear. Some prostrated themselves trembling, some cried and prayed, and some even ran in panic, fleeing into the woods behind them. Influenced by the tribespeople, the Taino militia guarding the fence also immediately scattered in disarray, unsure and wavering.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Seeing the chaos and flight in the native village, the Pinta and the Nina quickly fired their cannons again. The sailors on the two ships shouted profanities while shooting with their matchlock guns from a distance. At such a distance of two hundred paces, the matchlock guns naturally lacked accuracy, only emitting intimidating sounds to undermine the morale on shore! This tactic of using gunpowder weapons to intimidate native tribes had always worked like a charm for the explorers from Two Tooth.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

After two rounds of test shots, the third round of cannon fire finally hit the fence. The heavy three-pound iron bullet whistled through the air, landing among the guarding Taino militia as if cast down by the evil demon's witchcraft, instantly killing two people! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Ah! It's the evil demon's thunderbolt! The evil demon also possesses mana like the Chief Divine!..."

"To die by the evil demon's thunderbolt, does the soul also fall into the abyss after death?..."

"Ancestor! Chief Divine! Please save us!"

Seeing the gruesome, bloody scene and hearing the continuous terrifying thunderbolts, the Taino militia guarding that section of the fence, after being stunned for a few moments, erupted into a panicked and chaotic shout! They even dropped their long spears and turned to flee back into the village!

"Hmm? Almighty, protect us! These tribes from West Pan Gu Japan also fear cannons, just like those ignorant Indian natives?!... Strange! Weren't cannons supposed to have originated from the East? Marco Polo's travels mentioned that the Xipanguans were very fierce, repelling two Mongolian armies..."

Seeing the chaotic scene of the natives on the shore, Columbus opened his mouth wide, instantly revitalized. With a "clang," he drew the rapier from his waist, his face showing a fierce look. His greedy and fierce eyes occasionally glanced at the fence where hundreds of native able-bodied men were beginning to flee, and occasionally at the rear where dozens of elite spearmen were shouting to block them.

The elite armored spearmen raised their metallic long spears, their foreheads seeming to bear some sort of marking. With their morale already shaken by the ship fleet's cannon fire, they were still clearly more composed than the able-bodied natives. At this moment, two officer leaders clad in copper armor, surrounded by the elite spearmen, were loudly shouting to hold back the front line of fleeing able-bodied men.

If the Almighty blesses, and this native tribe, like the southern natives from Portugal's maritime journals, collapses quickly under cannon fire... Then he certainly won't show mercy, nor will he entertain any more "good trade" talks, but will directly lead the sailors ashore to indulge in slaughter and plunder!

"Almighty, protect us! Gold! Pearls! Dye! Cotton cloth!... Why exchange what can be seized? Haha! I, Columbus, am the Governor appointed with full authority by the Queen, and also the unquestionable Lord of this Great Island of Cuba! Regardless of who seizes the wealth, at least a quarter must be handed over to me!"