Chapter 1372 Use Shotgun Shells to Shoot Them Into Sieves!

"God is my witness! They must be a local tribe of natives, not some black oil devil! The black grease on their bodies is probably smeared with the oil from the Black Lake here! Their weapons are also smeared with black oil, which makes them look dark and weird!..."

"Holy Mother! The scholars may be right... But no matter what, they must be related to the devil! Even if they are human, they must be believers of the devil and must be burned and judged by flames!..."

"Damn it! Little Paul, Big Ear and others were attacked and killed! We have to find the tribe that worships the devil, massacre their village, and give them a good show ! …”

“May God bless us! A total of four sailors were killed by these black oil ‘devils’! Two others were injured… This black oil lake is so weird and evil! Even if they are not devils, but natives who worship the devil… But this black oil lake must be undoubtedly the creation of the evil devil, the gate to hell! … I think we should not stay on this island any longer, and leave here as soon as possible, so as not to be cursed by the devil! …”

The frightened Portuguese crew fled back to the ship, and the chasing black oil “devils” were also frightened by the artillery and also fled into the jungle. Between the black lake and the sailboat, there were only four sailors with pierced chests and bleeding on the ground. And those gradually solidified terrified faces were telling the horror of the arrival of the “devil”, just like the expressions of the natives before they died when they slaughtered them.

On the flagship “Saint Remire”, Bruno’s face was pale, and he couldn’t speak for a long time after listening to the analysis of scholar Martin. He knew that what the scholar Martin said was right. This time it was probably not a "devil", but a tribe of natives smeared black oil and pretended to be "devils" to attack them!

The people were not defeated by the natives, but by the fear of the "devil" in their hearts by this strange black lake. As a result, they fled without resistance, and the natives easily killed four sailors, losing four people at a time! And if the scholar Martin had not fired a blank in time to scare away the natives who were chasing them, the sailors would have died more!

"Damn it, this is a complete humiliation! It's an offense to the Kingdom of Portugal! We can't leave like this, otherwise the morale of the entire fleet will drop to the bottom!..."

Bruno gritted his teeth and was angry. He took a deep breath, looked at the faces of the people who were either a little ashamed or still afraid, and finally looked at the boatswain Haroldo. This cook-turned-boatswain is a secret devil worshiper. He knows the most about devil rituals and is the least afraid of devils...

"Haroldo, you know the most... cough! You are the least afraid of the devil's threats! You take a few people, put on leather armor, take a scimitar and a matchlock... Go and drag the four dead sailors back! When we go back into the deep sea, we will bury them at sea!..."

"I'll listen to you, boss!"

"Martim! You load the ammunition and get ready to fire!... After the sailors' bodies are dragged back, the fleet will set sail again. This time we won't go ashore or enter the forest, but will go around the island along the coast... If we see the native coastal villages, we will fire and kill them!..."

"Yes! Captain!"

The captain calmed down and made a decision. The rest of the crew also quickly settled down and began to prepare for the killing.

In a corner of the ship that no one cared about, the smart Shushu pursed his lips and looked at the smoking eight-pound cannon with some fear. Next to him, A Yue, who heard the cannon for the first time, huddled up, staring at the sky in horror, trembling all over.

"Ah...ah...thunder...god..."

"A Yue, don't be afraid, that's not the thunder of the god!...that's the 'magic weapon' of these white-skinned people, called 'canho'. They shoot thunder and balls. I've seen many of them on the sea before, and even many ships chased 'thunder' to besiege the captain who captured me...as long as you hide behind, as long as you don't face the muzzle of the cannon, the magic weapon can't hurt you, and you'll be fine!..."

"Ah?...this is the shaman's 'magic weapon', not the thunder of the god?...is that so?..."

Shu Shu comforted A Yue for a long time before he swallowed hard and slowly recovered from the shocking fear.

Most New World tribes will experience this process of extreme shock and fear when they encounter cannons for the first time. Just like not long ago, the Caribbean tribe on the island had successfully launched a sneak attack, firmly gained the upper hand, and even chased the sailors who landed, but they were frightened by a round of blank artillery and fled in fear. For the local natives, the "white-skinned people" who operate the artillery are the most terrifying enemies!

"Ayongbanan's spirit! Shushu, who is the shaman who operates this powerful magic weapon? Is it the leader who commands everyone?..."

"Uh..."

Smart Shushu blinked and looked at the many crew members on the ship carefully. For the crew on the ship, this "docile native" is very timid and almost threatening. He has been carefully studied by the priests and wears the cross of the Lord... On weekdays, almost no one will be wary of him.

And Shushu is much smarter than he appears. He has seen who knows the most, who has the highest status, and who is the most like a shaman on this ship!

"Ayue, that leader is their 'capito', or 'chief'. And the other one, wearing a bright hat and bright clothes... yes, that's him! He is the 'Estudioso' of the white-skinned people, their 'shaman'! He has no weapons, only some strange spiritual objects, to talk to the stars. And just now, it was him who commanded the use of the thunder weapon!..."

"Is... is it him?..."

Ayue pursed her lips and stared at the back of the scholar Martin, as if to remember this "white-skinned shaman" to death. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew his hidden courage to resist!

"Damn it! Where is that native Shu? Let him come to work! Bring the newly captured coolie with him!..."

When the sailors called out, Shushu quickly kicked Ayue. Then, he bent his waist and ran out meekly with a smile on his face.

"Chegando! Coming soon!..."

Soon, the bodies of the four sailors were dragged back, and the Portuguese fleet raised its sails and left the coast near the Black Lake. Then, they circled the island with murderous intent, but did not see the hidden Carib tribe. The fleet only saw a village with no people and several unhidden canoes and fishing boats.

The Carib tribe's village actually looks very similar to the Taino tribe's village. There are cassava fields around the village, and some have small ponds for raising turtles and fish. There are pointed thatched houses in the village, but the Taino's houses are larger, and the Carib's houses are often slightly smaller.

The biggest difference between the two tribes may be around the tribal fire pit. The Taino people will worship the peaceful "Zemi Totem" and draw it in the shape of a tree, flower or stone. The Caribbean people would worship the "Zemi Totem" of war, with aggressive eagles, wolves, and crocodiles painted on it, and sometimes they would also worship the spoils of war, such as the heads or bones of the enemies killed.

If Bruno did not send people to drag the bodies of the four dead sailors back. Then their heads would most likely appear around the "Zemi Totem". Just like the skulls of the Lokono people worshipped next to the totem in front of him.

"Damn! These natives are hiding! They must be hiding in the forest on the island!..."

"What should I do? Should I land and go to the forest to find them?..."

"I won't go! This Devil Island is too weird! That terrible black oil lake, I feel evil and tremble when I think of it now!..."

".Don't argue! The captain has an order! Send a team of sailors ashore and set fire to their village directly!..."

Quartermaster Matim sneered, looking at the empty village and the shadowy jungle nearby. He looked deeply at the jungle for a while, then patted the cannon on the boat and said with a smile.

"Haha! Load the shotgun with gravel! When the village is on fire, if there are natives running out of the forest to put out the fire... we will use the shotgun to shoot them into sieves!..."