Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1622 - 1153: Second Clash—"Flies" vs "Bulls," Escape!

The murky river water rushes into the not-so-wide Gibara Bay. The clamor breaks the tranquility and peace that have lasted for centuries. But now, at this moment, the confrontation and slaughter between the hundreds of Taino militia under the command of the Kingdom of the Lake and the eighty sailors on the Castilian Exploration Fleet!

"Get on the small boats, besiege the evil demon, fight for the god! Roar!..."

The sun rises to the middle of the sky, and the Taino's Spider Cave Great Tribe is in an uproar. Under the incitement of the Chief God Priest and samurai, the able-bodied men of the tribes have all been mobilized. They carry long spears, hold slings, and heft flint javelins, gathering at the wide coastal edge, cursing loudly at the large ships!

In reality, the peaceful and kind Taino people, even with their tall and strong stature, even trained for two or three years, are still not a warlike people. Their only source of courage lies in far surpassing the "evil demon" in numbers, the mutual exchange of "thunderbolts," the "blessing" of the Chief God Priest, and the Kingdom's Warriors in the ranks!

"Chief God bless! Faithful warriors of the Chief God, take up the flint javelins and fight for the god!..." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Almighty! These ignorant natives, how dare they attack the Kingdom's fleet first! Are they crazy? How dare they use such small canoes to attack our large ship?"

Under the disbelieving gaze of Expedition Commander Columbus, the first wave of forty canoes is already laden with over a hundred naked, only wearing loincloth Taino fishermen, screaming as they, attack the fleet!

"Don't be afraid! Quick! Paddle and charge up, surround their boat!..."

"Sun Great Chief God bless! We don't need to get close... throw stones and javelins from afar and shoot the demons on the ship!..."

These canoes are only two to three meters long, sticking close to the sea level, each carrying only three or four people. The fishermen on the boats row quickly, rushing towards the three large ships of the "evil demon," like a swarm of agile Cuban "flies," buzzing loudly, charging towards the three fierce Castilian "bulls."

"Vaffanculo! This foolish, arrogant group of natives! What on earth are they trying to do? They have no ramming prow, no boarding ropes, not even iron awls to breach the ship... Are they just rushing here, shouting, to die? Merda!..."

Columbus cursed loudly, his eyes filled with puzzled disdain and fiery anger. In such shallow coastal bay, the native paddled boats are evidently more agile than the ocean-going sailboats!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Soon, the native small boats surround and approach, flooding into the gaps between the three sea ships. The able-bodied men on the boats shout and shoot stone pellets with slings or throw crude javelins. They don't have the courage to board, nor do they have the conditions to jump aboard. All they can do is keep harassing by throwing, keep shouting intimidating calls!

This powerless harassment is just a nuisance to the three towering ocean-going ships high above. The most furious among them is Commander Columbus, dressed in overly bright clothing, hit by the natives' stones. He stands at the bow about four meters above water, covering his swollen forehead, retreating in panic while angrily shouting curses.

"Cazzo! Damn it!... Quick! Quick! Fire the cannon! Fire the guns!"

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

Soon, deafening thunder roars from the three sailboats! Two 3-pound cannons, more than twenty matchlock guns, all flash dazzling lights. However, this round of spectacular shooting, though causing a splash in the sea, only hits two Taino sailors. In such chaotic and undulating sea surface, shooting these agile moving "flies" is many more times difficult than shooting at a village ashore!...

"Damn it! These annoying flies! They're making me sick!... Merda! I want to see how much stamina you have, and how much longer you can row!..."

Seeing the shooting results, Columbus's face turns livid, gnashing his teeth in anger. The second round of thunderbolts follows closely.

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

Under the fleet's bombardment, the native's small boats panic and flee, scattered everywhere like dispersed flies. But new small boats keep joining, and scared canoes keep returning. The number of flies surrounding the fleet increases from thirty or forty to fifty, flying stones pounding everywhere. Being encircled by these natives feels ominous, like flies barking like dogs, casting a shadow over the hearts of Castilian sailors!

"Haha! Turns out these so-called 'evil demons' are only this capable! They lack bows and arrows, can't charge flexibly, can't even digest the first probing wave of able-bodied militia!… To think I carefully prepared, nervously abiding by the Divine Revelation for so long!..."

Looking at the chaotic sea surface, the Warrior Leader of the Spider Cave Tribe, Silver Raven Warrior Fish Eagle squints his eyes, slowly curling his lips. He no longer hesitates, raises a long spear with a attached flag high, and powerfully waves it towards the sea!

"Chief God bless! Faithful warriors of the Chief God, take up the oil torch and fight for the god!..."

"Almighty! These damn, damn, damn flies! I will turn the ship, capsize every single one of you, send you all to the sea!..."

The three Castilian sailboats turn their bows, start to stiffly rotate and ram, firing another round of cannon and guns. The enveloping "fly swarm" gets two canoes capsized, dispersing again, and the flying stones decrease significantly. However, during the loading interval of the firearms, a new batch of twelve canoes, loaded with fifty leather armor militia, suddenly shouts and charges from the coast!

"Quick row, quick row! Charge up, charge up! The number of evil demons is less than ours, they can't beat us!..."

"Sun Great Chief God bless! Wrap cotton tightly on the torch, soak it all with marlwood's tung oil!..."

"Right! Just like this! Light the torch, speed up the charge!... Approach the evil's large ship, and throw the torches onto it!..."

"Chief God bless! Throw the torches! Burn the evil demon! Throw!!..."

Under the cover of the first wave of harassing small boats, the second wave of canoes rapidly assaults, the militia rowers, paddling swiftly. Their faith is even more devout, and their courage is a notch higher. Even though their courage can't support a close-range boarding battle. But rushing to the edge of the demon's large ship, and fiercely flinging the lit torches saturated with oil onto it, then quickly rowing away... Such harassment without direct confrontation, they still have the courage to do it!

"Huff! Bang!..."

One, three, ten!... The second wave of chaotic canoes bore flaming torches like fire-spitting ants, relentlessly throwing them onto the Castilian ships. These thrown torches are cost-effective, exceedingly simple to make—a short stick or rod easy to throw, one end tightly wrapped in thick cotton thread or cloth, soaked in oil and then lit. Yet these simple weapons posed a far greater threat to the three large ships than stones, bows, or spears!

"Huff! Bang!..."

Many torches landed on the high hull, falling back into the murky sea. More torches were extinguished by the panicked sailors on the ships, the remaining ones being thrown back into the sea... But there would always be a few errant torches, igniting the ropes on the decks, even setting the sailors' linen clothes ablaze!

"Holy... Holy Mother! The natives are throwing torches! They're really trying to burn the ships!..."

"Damn it! These torches are soaked in oil! They're still burning when thrown aboard! Damn it! How do they have so much oil?!"

"Almighty! Quick! Quickly put out the flames!... Throw the torches back!... Quickly! Where's the reserve of fresh water? Bring it over quickly!..."

"Ah! The shameless cunning barbarians! They want to burn us alive!!..."

This time, facing the small boats ceaselessly throwing oil-soaked torches, the captains of all three sailing ships all turned pale! As the chaotic flames rose, as the choking thick smoke wafted, all the pride, confidence, and anger of the Castilian captains dissipated in an instant, turning into undeniable fear!

"Vaffanculo! Almighty! Setting fire to the ships? These natives in canoes can really hold us back?!... Diamine! These ruthless barbarians! They dare to launch such a brutal sneak attack on us! They want to kill the Almighty's people, want the distinguished Expedition Commander dead!!..."

"Capullo! Imbécil! Columbus, you hot-tempered fool, stop yelling! Quickly extinguish the fire!... Quickly order a turn, hoist full sails to escape!..."

On the flagship, the usually low-profile second captain De La Cosa frantically shouted and ran, desperately trying to extinguish the fire everywhere. Meanwhile, the usually composed royal steward Gutierrez was also beside himself, personally issuing orders to the sailors!

"Witness Almighty! In the name of the Queen! I order you! Turn around, retreat to the deep sea!... No, the direction is wrong! Foolish inferiors! The wind is coming from the west, hoist full sails to the east!..."

"Haha! The evil demon's ship is smoking! Their Copper Beast is silent too!... Oh no! They're changing course, they want to escape! The evil demon wants to flee!..."

Samurai Leader Osprey watched the smoke and fire by the sea, his face alight with joyous excitement. But soon, his eyes widened as he realized the evil demons wanted to flee! He fiercely threw down his Iron Spear, quickly shedding his Copper Armor to reveal his rugged upper body. Then he picked up a Longbow and fetched a quiver of wrapped Gunpowder Arrows, shouting sternly to the Kingdom's Warriors around him.

"Blessed by the Chief Divine! Devout samurai of the Chief Divine, take up the Greatbow and Gunpowder Arrows, and fight for the god!"

"These large ships don't have oars and rowers! Set their sails on fire, and they won't escape!..."

"Yes, Chief!... Take the Fire Arrows, burn them alive!..."

The fierce Kingdom's Warriors responded with a loud roar, stripping off their Copper Armor and boarding the boats bare-chested, bows in hand. Subsequently, the third batch of twelve canoes, each carrying a Kingdom Samurai equipped with a bow and arrows, along with three rapidly paddling sailor militia, set off in pursuit of the fleeing Castilian Fleet.

"Quickly! Quickly move! Don't mind the idiots on the flagship! Our ship is fast, we'll go first!..."

"Turn around! Turn around! Head to the open sea! The natives' small boats are light and small, they can't stop us!..."

"Almighty! It's the west wind! The force of the west wind is strong! Full sails heading east!..."

Gibara Bay is so vast, even with three large ships and seventy to eighty small canoes, it doesn't feel cramped at all. But at this moment, this bay felt so narrow, narrowing to the point where all the large and small vessels were closing in, narrowing to the extent that the streaking Fire Arrows were in relentless pursuit!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

The lit Gunpowder Arrows let out high-pitched whistles, erratically flying across the sky like frenzied fiery birds, desperately trying to ignite something!

"Vaffanculo! Merda! Minchia!"

Facing the threat of death, Columbus on the flagship was hopping mad, cursing non-stop. At this point, even his mighty Admiral's uniform was scorched into a blackened beggar's outfit!

"Che cazzone! Sono incazzato!"

Columbus would sometimes madly shout towards the ship's bow, cursing those "idiotic morons" on the two Light Sailing Ships for fleeing faster than he did! He would then turn around, angrily cursing the native canoes continuously firing Fire Arrows, cursing those relentless pursuers, those "damn horseflies" chasing even into the deep sea! Until a wildly errant Fire Arrow struck carelessly onto the tail sail of the ship, exploding into a hovering burst of floating flame...

The distinguished, brave, fearless Expedition Commander then let out a heart-wrenching scream that shook the whole ship, like a death-announcing raven!

"Hijo de puta! Diamine! Our sail, it's on fire!!..."