Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1620 - 1152: Second Encounter, Thunderbolt of the Natives! (2)
"Chief Divine! Priest Yao Yu, it's really the White-skinned Demons! Coming on the large ships are the White-skinned Demons! The evil enemies from Your Majesty's prophecy have finally appeared from the sea three years after we arrived at the Cuba Snake Island! Truly an incredible divine sign!…"
"Divine Revelation from Your Majesty! The prophecy is thus verified, it is exactly the Chief Divine's miracle manifested in the world!… Osprey Warrior Leader, we've traveled thousands of miles to Cuba Snake Island just for these prophesied demons, these enemy chosen by the Chief Divine!… Please lead the Kingdom's Warriors, summon the Taino Militia, prepare to battle the demons!"
"Yes! Praise the Chief Divine! I will fight for the Chief Divine and kill the demons!… By the way! The demon's sea ships suddenly appeared, the surrounding Taino tribes probably aren't aware… Please light the beacon fires to warn, summon reinforcements from the Southern Palm Hill tribes! Also, send messengers immediately to 200 miles away, to You Shui Tribe, Mayali Region, and 300 miles away to Iron Bay Town, especially to respect High Priest Tomate, the brave Puap Camp Commander… Inform them at once!…"
"Alright! I will arrange for the devoted tribe followers, relay the message day and night without rest!…"
The piercing sound of the conch horn echoed along the murky sea bay. Accompanied by the incessant sound of the conch horn, the dense militia from the tribes surged out from the villages on the shore like a disturbed horsefly's nest!
"Almighty! One hundred, two hundred, three hundred… At least over five hundred native spearmen!… Ten, forty, eighty… Among them, there are one hundred natives in leather armor who are elite!… Ah! And one, five, ten… Twenty, a full twenty native warriors in Platinum Copper Armor!…"
On the flagship Santa Maria, Navigator Pedro widened his eyes, counting the able-bodied men gathering on the shore, as if seeing a swarm of fire ants. Counting the number of leather armor spearmen, he seemed to be counting large poisonous spiders. As for those twenty warriors with Platinum Copper Armor, they were terrifyingly venomous blue scorpions, a sting from them could be fatal!
"Diamine! There are actually twenty natives in copper armor in this native tribe?! Vaffanculo! Their stance… are they hostile toward us, declaring war against us?!…"
Columbus exclaimed in shock, gasped in disbelief. His eyes were tightly fixed on the mobilizing native militia, estimating the enemy's strength.
Though the many unclothed native able-bodied men were likely mere farmers who would scatter at a single scare, they were not worth mentioning. As for those natives in crude leather armor and cotton armor, their combat strength was equivalent to the weakest conscripted peasant soldiers from the Apennine City-State, bringing trouble only by their number. Only those native warriors in copper armor likely had the strength of Castile's standing army or elite mercenaries, truly a battlefield fighting force! And such a formally armored and spear-wielding army was entirely beyond the capacity of this group of sailors on the exploration ship to directly engage and fight!
"Almighty! They've lit the beacon! Without a doubt, this is utter hostility! They've regarded us as invading bandits or pirates… I believe they're not merely a single tribe. Behind them, there might be an alliance or a kingdom!…"
Observing the native village's reaction, Royal Steward Gutierrez showed concern for the first time, revealing tension on his face. Ever since arriving at these strange island coasts, he had been observing all the islands and their peaceful yet unenlightened native tribes, noticing primitive wild people without any ironware. Inwardly, he mocked the ignorant ranting of Columbus. He had never truly believed that these islands populated by wild people could really be the prosperous Indian Islands or the golden Cipangu Japan. Sometimes, he even contemplated whether this was a brand new archipelago or a New Continent never before known!
However, when a few days ago the fleet discovered distinct square character books, the Royal Steward's existing perception collapsed instantly! He was astounded, unable to explain, choosing only to believe! He began to trust that perhaps, as Columbus stubbornly proclaimed, this truly was the Khitan Outer Seas, truly India or Japan!
Therefore, when confronted with the beacon-lighting large tribe, he was particularly anxious, worried that they were indeed a strong Indian or Japanese native kingdom. And for some unknown reason, this eastern kingdom bore full hostility, clashing adversarially with the Kingdom of Castile, potentially threatening the kingdom's foothold in the East, affecting the establishment of the new wealth-flowing sea route…
"Merda! What is this?! We've just arrived, haven't done anything, not even dispatched an envoy… But these natives emerged like agitated horseflies, inexplicably wanting to go to war with us!… Damn! What's damn wrong with this?!"
Columbus was both startled and anxious, watching the native militia surge from the village, forming formations under the command of armored warriors. The familiar scene immediately reminded him of the previous fight against the native tribe, causing his face to gradually pale. Moments later, a faint fear in his heart transformed into an anger that was both ashamed and furious. The brave Expedition Commander, with a lofty overlook, slammed on the ship's railing, angrily shouting.
"Diamine! These arrogant, ignorant, and conceited Xipangu natives! Do they dare challenge the majesty of the Kingdom of Castile?!… Alana! Raise the flag for me! Let the fleet fire guns, fire cannon!…"
