Aztec Eternals

"Lord! These natives rowing long boats are all wearing leather armor and carrying bows and spears. There are at least one hundred and sixty of them!"

"What! They didn't slow down? They accelerated and rushed over! ... Merciful Mother of God! They are enemies! Enemies!..."

"Quick! Turn around! Get out of the sea and go into the deep sea!"

The "Big Water Bay", which is dozens of miles wide, converges at the mouth of the sea, which is only a few hundred meters away, and is connected to the endless Caribbean Sea. In the large water bay, there are schools of migrating fish, sea turtles resting and basking in the sun, and seagulls circling in fear. It is full of tropical vitality. Compared with the richness of the bay, the deep blue Caribbean Sea is like a barren and vast barren hill, flowing with silent desolation.

Vitality and desolation are on both sides of the seaport, separated by a narrow river of hundreds of meters. However, as for the two Castilian caravels, they had just turned around and raised their sails when three galleys rushed forward, blocking the way to the boundless ocean! The boundary between life and death is reversed at this moment!

"Ah! God bless! The sailing ship accelerated too slowly, and the native ship reached the seaport first... We were too late!..."

"What? The native's longship crashed straight into it! Damn it! Are they going to... jump into gangs?!..."

On the two caravels, forty Castilian sailors shouted in panic and terror. The three galleys of the natives have quickly approached within a hundred steps! Captain Ohiramatsu bit his lip hard and had no time to be afraid. With a trembling shrill voice, he howled like a crow.

"Quick! Quick!! Light fires and fire off cannons! Scare these barbarians away!!..."

In the hurry of the senior sailors, the two 3-pound cannons were quickly filled and released two threatening thunder!

"Boom! Boom!..."

At the bow of the ship, Puap grinned with a ferocious smile. Facing the roar of artillery, he didn't care at all. He has witnessed this kind of "divine power" of thunder for more than ten years, starting from the alliance's western expedition to the Kingdom of Tarasco. From the initial fear and awe of gods, and crawling on the ground, now I have become accustomed to it, and I am no longer afraid.

He knew that this kind of "thunder" artillery had almost no accuracy. It was okay to hit a fixed city wall and shoot directly at the military formation of the brigade. But it is completely impossible to hit a fast-moving galley in one shot on the undulating sea.

"Ha! One, two... there are only two cannons on the demon's sailboat? Tsk tsk, it's not much better than the kingdom's longship!..."

The thirty kingdom warriors on the ship also had the same expression. Instead, the forty Taino rowers stirred for several breaths in panic, and were quickly suppressed by the warriors.

"Don't be afraid! It's the magic weapon of the devil and can't hurt us! We have the blessing of the Lord God, and He is watching us!..."

"Pull quickly! Speed ​​up! There are still fifty steps!...Speed ​​up again and hit him directly with the corner!..."

"The Lord God bless you! Prepare the hook and rope! Board the ship to capture prisoners and sacrifice them to the God!..."

After a round of artillery fire, two solid iron bullets crashed down, splashing two distant waves that did not even hit the long oars of the galley. There was a panic on the two caravels. All the sailors drew their scimitars and were forced to fight to the death.

"Damn it! These ferocious natives emerged from the hell! They are not afraid of cannons!..."

"Why panic! The Lord is protecting us!... Set up guns and aim at the first longship! No one is allowed to shoot in advance without my order!... Fifty steps... Forty steps... Thirty steps!"

The ship was approaching quickly, and within thirty steps, one could almost see the opponent's eyebrows clearly. On the colliding galleys, the native warriors all had fierce expressions on their foreheads, with patterns like birds carved on their foreheads. Seeing this familiar pattern, Captain Ohiramatsu's pupils instantly shrank, his heart trembled, and he vaguely smelled the breath of death. But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, he just screamed with all the strength in his heart.

"Light the fire! Set it off!!..."

"Bang bang bang!..."

In Captain Ohiramatsu's roar, more than a dozen arquebuses fired simultaneously at once, shooting at the galley that was rushing forward! More than a dozen invisible lead bullets shot out, hitting the three rowers in the front row almost instantly!

"Hey!..."

"ah!…"

"!...What evil stuff!..."

There was a scream that was very close at hand, and Puap's eyes were stunned and instantly filled with blood. He lowered his head and wiped it, looked at the red on his hands, and then looked at the Tylenol paddler lying down in front of him. The oarsman's neck was splattered with blood. He didn't know what the injury was or how he suffered it. Anyway, he definitely couldn't be saved.

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Puap was stunned, smelling the smell of blood in his nose, and seemed to be sniffing the death that passed him by. After two breaths, his face suddenly turned red, he pulled out the copper ax, freed the dying oarsman, and roared fiercely and furiously.

"Don't stop! Speed ​​up! Lord God bless me, divine power protects me!...Crash!!..."

"Boom!..."

"Click!..."

"Blessed by the Lord God! Throw the hook and rope and climb onto the boat of the demons!..."

The harsh screams of cracking wood and the fanatical shouts of the natives, along with the violent shaking and impact, spread throughout the caravel "Pingta"!

The sailboat that was accelerating suddenly trembled and swayed like a carriage stuck by a stone, and its speed suddenly dropped. But just a few breaths later, there was another violent impact! The entire caravel shook violently and came to a complete stop. Two Castilian sailors who were leaning against the side of the ship, nervously loading their matchlock guns, even fell directly into the sea!

"Ah! Two native longships blocked us on both sides! We can't move!..."

"Hurry up and load your musket! Shoot them!..."

"O Lord! The natives have thrown their hooks and entangled the ship's cables! They are coming up!..."

"Damn! Cut the cable! Quick!..."

"There are natives on both sides, so many natives!...It's too late! There are natives climbing up!..."

"Merciful Holy Mother! Save us! Save!...Ugh!..."

Dozens of kingdom warriors climbed onto the bow of the ship one after another. The shining copper spears stabbed and the golden copper axes flew, as if they were a throwback to the classical city-state era. However, bronze weapons can also kill people in the hands of experienced warriors, and they can kill people with ease.

"Hey!..."

"Pfft..."

"Ho! Ho..."

Soon, splashes of blood were smeared on both sides of the ship like flying fish jumping on the waves. And a head that fell into the sea was the "fish" in the blood waves. Puap grinned, splashing blood all over his head and face. He tasted the taste in his mouth. Compared with the enemies he had killed over the years, the blood of the demon seemed no different. Then, the killer rudely spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, lowered the bloody copper ax in his hand, looked at a headless corpse spurting blood, and cursed in the Prepecha dialect.

"Ha! You headless rat fish, how dare you sneak up on me, Mr. Huitu?! Watch me chop off your ugly hair and throw it into the sea to feed the fish!..."

"Hey! This strange long smoking pipe is wrapped with a long burning rope...Is this the evil weapon that attacked me? What kind of matchlock gun did your Majesty say?..."

Puap narrowed his eyes and looked at a Castilian long-barreled matchlock gun that had fallen into the pool of blood. The dark gun body was smeared with a circle of red, showing a mysterious dark red, just like a witchcraft left by a priest. The lit match was soaked in blood, flickered and then went out. The lead bullets wrapped in paper were scattered everywhere, falling around the sailor's body, like a memorial to the deceased...

"Bah! It's thin and long, and there's a rope hanging around it. What an evil thing!..."

Facing the unknown evil weapon, Puap felt a moment of uneasiness and fear in his heart. The screams of the fighting around him and the chopping roars of the warriors all seemed to fade away in an instant, leaving only a trace of red on the match rope. But soon, this fear stemming from the unknown was replaced by a more bloody fanaticism, turning into a joyful smile on Puap's face.

"Haha! This person wearing a long slanted hat, wearing bright clothes, and shouting all the time must be the leader of the evil spirits on the ship!..."

"Ho! Get out of the way, get out of my way!... He is mine! It is the great merit that His Majesty promised me!..."

"I want to fight with him personally and collect his bearded head! This is a trophy that even the Black Wolf generals don't have!..."

"Come! Lord God, witness! Let us decide our glorious life and death under God's gaze!..."

"O Lord! You ferocious Sipangu barbarians dare to attack the Queen of Castile's navy and kill the kingdom's sailors! You will receive divine punishment from the Lord!..."

"Okay! Brave evil leader, although I don't understand your words, the bravery on your face makes me very happy! This is the first duel between the evil leader and the Lord God Warrior!...Ahaha! As the initiation of the duel Man, I, the glorious dust warrior Puap, will definitely be recorded in the scriptures of the priesthood and engraved on the sacred stone! Come on, let us fight to the death!!..."

"Damn! You barbarian wielding a broken copper axe! You short, thick, ugly Viking barbarian!...Ah! My stabbing sword! My hand!!..."

Weapons were interlaced, and the fighting was still fierce on the Ninia, but the shouts of killing on the Pinta gradually subsided. On the red deck, the bodies of more than a dozen sailors were lying everywhere, and only a few had time to surrender. The warriors of the kingdom stepped barefoot in a pool of blood, looking at the few sacrifices left behind, and excitedly watching the fight on the bow.

Captain Dahiramatsu was wearing a thin captain's uniform, and Puap, who was wearing leather armor, brandished swords and spears. He struggled to fight for a few breaths alone, but he was no match for the senior warrior. He was hit in the arm by the incoming copper ax!

"Ah! Holy Mother! You are this barbarian! You... uh! Dear Sipangu warrior... I am the envoy of the Kingdom of Castile! I am the envoy sent by the Queen!... I want to see your chief... see you King!…Ah! No! Don’t!…”

"Haha! Brave evil leader, although I don't understand your words, the poem you left before your death has been heard by the Lord God who is paying attention! The Lord God must be very happy, even the sun is so bright!... Come! Go with glory! Go to the Kingdom of God!”

"No!!!"

In Dapingsong's frightened and desperate howl, Huitu Puap gave him a fierce kick, knocking him to his knees. Then, Puap held down Dapingsong's struggling head, exposing the opponent's tanned neck, just like holding down a "big fish" on the deck.

"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochitli! I offer you the sacred sacrifice of white skin that has never been seen before! I am your most pious and brave warrior Puap!... Please bless me, Let me return to my hometown in the Lake District after a long absence!…”

The gray earth warrior prayed devoutly, looked down at the "sacrifice" he was holding, and grinned excitedly. That smile was bright and simple, just like the red cicada flower in the Prepecha Lake area. Then, he swung the ax in his hand vigorously!

Another brilliant red flower bloomed on the deck in an instant, stained with the bright color of the blood rose of Castile...

"Haha! The first big fish of the evil devil, the first great contribution to the battle between gods! It belongs to me, Puap!!..."

"Ahahahaha!!..."