Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1630 - 1160: Third Clash, Pursuit, Shoot Columbus!

"Diamine! Cazzo! Hijo de puta! Those brutal and ignorant barbarians from the sea attacked those shameless, treacherous, motherless Kingdom fools! ... Ah! Three Oar-sail Ships, all manned by Leather Armor warriors! Damn, this must be the navy of the West Pan Gu Japan Kingdom! ..."

"Brother-in-law! Commander! What do we do? What now?! ..."

"Bah! Merda! What are you panicking about! What to do? What do you say? Hmm?! ..."

On the Clark Sailing Ship Santa Maria, Expedition Commander Columbus cursed incessantly as he personally grasped the steering rudder at the stern. His legs were a bit unsteady, his thick arms trembled, yet he never stopped cursing, like a stubborn donkey braying at a pack of wolves.

"Vaffanculo! That bunch of fools followed the Pinzon brothers and dared to betray the wise and astute Expedition Commander... bah! Let them die as they will? It would be better if the Natives cut off their heads! ..."

"Quick! Turn around for me! Change course! Full sail! ..."

"Ah? Yes, Commander! ... Change course! Quickly, change course! ..."

The Guard Chief, Boatswain, and brother-in-law Alana hurriedly gave orders. But halfway through yelling, he paused, turning to Columbus.

"Brother-in-law? Where are we turning?"

"Fool! Fool! The wind is southwest, turn northeast!"

Columbus shouted furiously, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the sea surface several leagues southeast, watching the five Large Ships colliding together, listening to the continuous sound of cannon fire and shouting, along with the faint, drifting screams. Two breaths later, he abruptly changed his mind, decisively ordering.

"No! Turn due north, directly into the deep sea! Full sail! ..."

"Yes! Full sail, due north! ..."

Alana screamed orders, urging the sailors on the ship. It wasn't until the bow began to turn that he anxiously approached Columbus, asking somewhat uneasily.

"Brother-in-law...Commander! Are we not going to save the Pinta?"

"Minchia! Che cazzone! Save them? ... Alana, are you the Merciful Angel before the Holy See? Or has your head been pinched by a goat's ass? Why should I care if the Pinzon brothers die? ... Aha! With so many Natives boarding, the Pinzon brothers are doomed! ..."

"Ah? Ah this? ... Brother-in-law, I'm not talking about the Pinzon brothers. I'm talking about the two royal stewards on the Pinta, and the Queen's royal letters! ... What if we leave them to die, and the Queen finds out when we return? ..."

"Hmm? The two royal stewards? Gutierrez and Rodrigo?"

Upon hearing this, Columbus bit his thick lips, his face shifting between expressions. He looked at the silent second captain De La Cosa on the other side, asking with a dangerous tone.

"Respected second captain De La Cosa, what do you think? ..."

"Ahem! Respected Commander Columbus, I follow your orders..."

"Merda! De La Cosa, don't try to muddle through! ... Answer me! What are your plans? ..."

"Ahem!... I think..."

The second captain De La Cosa pursed his lips, his expression shifted, finally turning into a cold undertone. He understood Columbus's intention, remained silent for several breaths, then spoke grimly.

"We can't rescue them, and couldn't even if we tried... If we make it back to the Kingdom Port, we'll say they died of sudden illness, and we did our best to save them..."

"And the sailors?"

"Damn it! The sailors won't meet the Queen's Officials, tell them to keep their mouths shut... Whoever blabs, throw them into the sea to feed the fish!..."

"...Good! Really Merda good!..."

Columbus cursed, laughed, nodded. Suddenly, he grasped De La Cosa's arm, whispering fiercely.

"De La Cosa... Juan! ..."

"Uh! Commander Columbus?"

"From today, we're in this together! If we make it out this time... I'll make a beak-nosed oath with you, swear to the Demon, become secret society brothers! ..."

"Ah?... Ah this? Commander... I..."

Hearing this sudden and unrefusable blasphemy, seeing the murderous and frenzied red eyes of the other party, De La Cosa was momentarily stunned, revealing a bitter smile. After a while, he reluctantly nodded.

"Good!..."

"...Good! Truly Minchia good!..."

Columbus laughed again, while the second captain remained silent. He looked quietly at the sea surface not far away from the collision and battle, glanced at the rich yet dangerous West Pan Gu coast for a while, and finally shouted, with an unusually rare madness.

"Ah! Merciful Holy Mother! This beautiful, fertile, yet perilous coast! This mysterious, barbaric Great Island! This must be the test given to us by the Almighty!... Commander Columbus, Leader Columbus!... Come, come! Let's pray to the Almighty together! ... Because, the Natives' little boats have seen us, and they're coming after us!!..."

"Minchia! Those Natives destined for Hell of Fire! Even from such a distance, they won't let us go!..."

As the Santa Maria spun around, Columbus's eyes widened, his body turning around. The only thing unchanged was his bloodshot eyes. He looked at the five Oar-sail Ships several leagues away in boarding combat, seemingly seeing two unmoving aphids being entangled by three dead long maggots. As for those Balberian warriors swarming upwards, they looked like ants biting aphids. Then, he looked at the closer sea surface, where seven or eight single-log War Boats, each carrying four or five Native oarsmen and warriors, were rapidly pursuing them.

"Che cazzon! Bah! Just some single-log boats, bug-like things! The gigantic Santa Maria, just a slight bump could flip them! ..."

Seeing these relentlessly pursuing small boats, Columbus spat twice, disdainfully curling his lips. But soon, he recalled a few days ago, during a pursuit in the "Small Water Bay," he seemed to have said the same thing. And the outcome that time was nearly being left behind, as they were chased, with the Fire Arrows setting the tail sail ablaze...

"Diamine! The Almighty bless us! The Almighty shelter us!..."

Columbus paused for a moment, rare to utter a devout prayer. After praying, he cursed furiously again.

"Merda! A bunch of fools! Moving so slowly, do they all want to die?!... Quick! Quick! Adjust the sails, fully hoist them!"

"The wind is strong today, as long as we speed northward and escape into the deep sea... The natives' small boats cannot keep up! They can only chase for a while!... Holy Mother take care!..."

"Ah! Brother-in-law! It's over!... The natives on the Pinta are cheering! The Pinta... it... it's finished!!..."

"What! So fast?!"

Columbus suddenly widened his eyes, staring sharply toward the southeast. On the Pinta, a group of native warriors dressed in dark green leather armor raised their long spears in unison, shouting fervently. Meanwhile, a vaguely seen native officer was holding something unclear, lifting his head to the sun and praying loudly!

"Praise Chief Divine Vizilobositli!..."

"This... this is... Minchia! A group of fierce, ant-like barbarians crawling from purgatory! Diamine!"

Columbus trembled slightly, cursing wildly. Although he couldn't see what the native officer was holding, he vaguely had a terrifying guess. This guess made his heart cold, with no joy of revenge, only empathetic sorrow.

"Big Pinzon, that fool, is probably dead, even his head has been chopped off... Merda! A group of idiots!"

"Chief Divine's blessing! I, warrior Apal, Stone Great Spear, have chopped off the head of the Evil Demon chief!"

"Roar! Praise Chief Divine!"

Columbus cursed for a moment, followed by another wave of cheers from afar. He stiffly turned his head, looking at the Nina, where native cheers once again erupted. Another vaguely seen native officer, with a long spear, raised something unclear, similarly howling up to the sun. But this time, the thing raised bore a vivid captain's hat, hanging askew like blood-stained feathers...

"Ah! This... this hat?... Holy Mother! It's... it's little Pinzon, the captain!..."

"Merda! Idiots! Idiots! All damned fools!!..."

Columbus roared angrily, his eyes suddenly moist. He dared not look at the southeast sea, personally grabbing the rudder, fully turning the Clark Sailing Ship around.

"Almighty! Lead us away!... Quick! Go!..."

"Damn! Chief Divine as huge as the sky! Faster... Give me the oars!..."

On the narrow log war boat, trusted aide Red Crow Chabo bit his teeth and snatched the oar from a Tainu sailor, personally rowing to pursue. His face was sweaty, his neck sunburned red. Beside him, a tall Taeno oarsman had long since collapsed on the small boat, gasping like a tattered bellows.

"Really damn it! Damn! What nonsense wise man, what prophecy about the white big fish... making us brothers, sent by the Black Wolf Leader to Cuba, gnawing white wooden roots all day, without getting a tender piece of cactus!"

Red Crow trusted aide Chabo exerted himself to row, chasing the stern of the Clark Galleon. He looked up at the vast sea ship he had never seen before, and cursed in confusion.

"Strange! Such a mighty Evil Demon in the prophecy, such a huge ship!... Why don't they charge up to fight? Just turning tail and running, not even caring for the large ship of their fellow tribe..."

"Aha! Chabo, fight if you can, run if you can't! This big ship turning tail means it's just a bluffing parrot in tiger skin... looks big outside, probably no warriors inside, so it can't beat us!..."

Trusted aide Mique laughed cheerfully, also rowing the oar, but saving some strength. He kept peering at the large ship fifty or sixty steps away while muttering continuously.

"Moreover, being mighty is not all about being able to fight... in the wilderness, a wolf that knows its moment and knows when to run lives longer than a bear that easily goes wild and doesn't know when to run! Living longer, that's truly mighty!"

"Damn it, stop the nonsense! Use more strength, the big ship is right in front... Huh! Why is the big ship getting faster? Strange! Such a large ship, no oarsmen in sight, how is it running?"...

"Hah? How is it running? Evil Demon Tribe's witchcraft! If it got big Chief Divine's personal prophecy and warning, surely it possesses some mighty spells! ...Damn it! Damn! Really up to the point where we can't catch up..."

"...Told you! Use more strength..."

"Save some strength, still need archery!..."

"Can't catch up, what's the point of shooting!..."

In the battlefield's cries, the two Red Crow trusted aides cursed lowly, straining to paddle the small boat within forty paces, already able to hear the shouting from the sails. Chabo pursed his lips, eyes rounded wide, staring at the long great sail of the big ship. That great sail stretched long in a slope, casting a monstrous shadow. And when the shadow enveloped them momentarily, Chabo's expression turned sharp and fierce, like a wolf ready to pounce!...

"Whew! Mique, if we don't shoot now, there'll be no chance!... Did you bring fire arrows?"

"What?! Which divine archer from the wilderness brings such inherently inaccurate, completely untrustworthy, shot accuracy all based on aimless smoke arrow? If I shoot my own men, would I still need this divine archer face?"

"Whew! Then the frog poison arrows?"

"Ha! We received news and immediately boarded, rushing a day's sea route to get here... Where was there time to prepare any poison arrow? The poison arrows made last time have been sitting idle for months; that poison is so weak now, it can't even kill a parrot!..."

"...Regardless! Keep rowing, my arm shakes and I can't shoot straight!... Chief Divine's blessing! Can't return empty-handed... Shoot two arrows here!..."

"Alright! Shoot two arrows! Aim at that endlessly shouting, flamboyantly dressed Evil Demon Chieftain!..."

The two Red Crow divine shooters exchanged glances, nodding in unison. Then, they dropped the oars, picked up their greatbows, and nocked light blue arrows. Soon, the sharp bronze arrowheads aimed at the stern beside the rudder of the large ship, aimed at the highly shouting and cursing Columbus, aimed at his head with the captain's hat!

"Chief Divine's blessing!"

"Chief Divine's blessing!"

"Ancestor's grace!"

"Ancestor's grace!"

"Shoot!!"