Chapter 1378 God Is Merciful, We Are Your Friends!

"Adjutant Silveira! Who told you to fire without my order?!..."

"Uh!. Respected Sir Bruno Con, I just... just saw the natives praying to the devil, worried that they would curse the fleet... so I opened fire first to interrupt their evil curse..."

"Asshole! Silveira, you impulsive fool! Don't use the name of 'Father' as an excuse for your stupidity and recklessness!... I warn you seriously! If you make such a mistake again, you will be dismissed as captain and replaced by other officers!"

"I!. I obey you... Sir Bruno Con."

As a pioneer in maritime exploration, the discipline of the Portuguese Kingdom Navy is much stricter than that of the Castilian Navy, which has just started. Faced with Captain Bruno's severe reprimand, Adjutant Silveira could only bow his head and admit his mistakes on the surface, even though he hated it secretly.

However, Silveira's reckless bombardment, with four two-pound guns firing at the same time, directly caused casualties among more than a dozen natives. The Taino tribesmen in formation were horrified, and hundreds of young men were scattered. They did not gather again until they fled to the farthest part of the village.

And the regrouping position was beyond the limit of the ship's artillery. Neither the two-pound cannon on the secondary ship at close range nor the eight-pound cannon on the flagship with a longer range could reach it.

So far, Bruno's plan for peaceful communication has completely vanished. As for the military conquest, with less than 40 sailors on the fleet, how could they take down a native village with a population of 1,000? In the eyes of the cautious Bruno, this is simply an extremely risky and unrealistic fantasy! What if these natives have poisonous arrows like the Caribbean people? Then the entire fleet might have to be broken here...

"Wave the flag! Turn north and leave this village!"

Bruno did not hesitate and directly issued the order to move. Soon, the fleet sailed further north along the rugged coast of Haiti. The reason they kept sailing northward was to make the latitude of the voyage as close as possible to the records in Columbus's logbook.

"Pedro! What is the latitude tonight?..."

"Between 18 and 19 degrees north latitude."

"Scholar Martin?"

"18.5 degrees north latitude, plus or minus a quarter degree."

"Well... According to Columbus's records, he encountered the native kingdom at 21 degrees north latitude and repelled the sudden attack of the native galleys... Warn the fleet to stay alert at all times! Two sentries must be maintained at night, and anchors must be dropped in the deep sea area!..."

"Yes! Captain!..."

On February 10, the Portuguese fleet sailed northwest along the eastern coast of Haiti. At 19 degrees north latitude, they sailed into a narrow bay that was a hundred miles long and finally found that it was a dead end. This later Samara Bay (Samaná Bay) has extremely beautiful scenery and is a famous resort.

There are large mangrove wetlands around the bay, frigate birds and pelicans flying in the sky, and a humpback whale that is also lost and circling in the bay, singing loudly!

"Ah~Ah! Ah~Ah!..."

The melodious whale song floats in the bay, which makes Bruno feel relaxed and happy, and the sailors swallow their saliva. The Portuguese have a long tradition of whaling, and the Azores is an excellent whaling place. And the large amount of whale meat is the most cost-effective and favorite meat source for the lower-level sailors!

However, from the Viking Age to today, hunting huge whales has always been a very difficult and dangerous activity, and it is very likely to get nothing. The biggest difficulty lies in locking and chasing the crazy and injured whales. Unless there is an excellent terrain that can restrict the movement of whales, like the Salish Sea in Whale Harbor on the west coast, and this narrow bay that allows whales to circle...

"The Lord is a witness! This is like a narrow pocket, which is really an excellent whaling place! Wounded and mad whales may hit the beach directly... But it is not necessarily only whales that are suitable for hunting here! If the enemy fleet suddenly appears and blocks the opening of the bay... Then we can't escape at all, just like prey caught in a trap, we will be annihilated!..."

"Listen to my orders, turn east immediately, and don't stay here! We must leave this dangerous bay pocket as soon as possible!..."

Bruno always remains vigilant. His naval officer qualities, after ten years of tempering in the southern continent, are indeed very strong. And his worries are not groundless.

At this moment, the information of "the attack of the white-skinned evil demon" is spreading to various tribes on the island of Haiti day and night! It's just that the Portuguese fleet is very flexible and moves very fast, temporarily surpassing the messenger's running speed, and is only two days faster than the news...

"God bless! In this narrow bay, we have been delayed for two days!... The fleet continues to move north, to 20 degrees north latitude!..."

From the Samara Bay to the north, from the Dongri League in the southeast of the big island, to the Dongshi League in the northeast of the big island. The Portuguese fleet stopped and started, and most of the Taino tribes along the way were like frightened hedgehogs, while some had already received the news. The large Taino villages gathered militias and huddled together nervously, while the small Taino tribes fled directly and went into the inland forests... All the Taino tribes, after encountering the white-skinned fleet, were like seeing a "devil"!

"Holy Mother! What is going on? It's obviously the first time we have encountered these natives, why do we all have such a ghostly reaction?..."

Bruno frowned, unable to figure it out. However, the reaction of these natives gave him a bad feeling. He had to find out what happened behind the scenes!

"Martim! When you find another small village... you take a few sailors, row a small boat and quietly approach to catch two natives alive! Be careful, don't be ambushed by the natives!..."

"I'll listen to you, Captain!... Don't worry! These natives look easy to deal with, much weaker than those guys who dye their hair and shoot arrows!..."

"Remember, no killing! Be kind! Bring people back kindly!..."

".Uh... Yes, Captain!"

The moon rose and fell, and the speedboat went back and forth, quite skilled. Martim took the two captured natives and returned to the flagship hiding near the sea. Then, Bruno couldn't wait to call the obedient "Guide Potato" to communicate with the terrified natives.

"May God bless us! We have no ill intentions!... We come with the mercy and protection of the Heavenly Father, bringing peace and friendly trade..."

"Here! This is a colorful hat for you! This is a colorful bead! And this is a wooden cross for you... Yes! It's all for you! Wear it! Our friends..."

"By the way! Eat something else! Delicious dried meat and the most wonderful beer!..."

Bruno had a kind smile on his face. He gave gifts to appease the natives, gave them food, and even took out some precious wine, which made the sailors' eyes red. He asked gently and kindly until the two natives gradually lost their fear.

"My friend, don't be afraid or worried. Our Lord is the God who gives peace... Please tell me, why are you afraid of us? Why do you run away or fight when you see us?..."

"Well... and we are the messengers of the merciful Lord, and we have more and better gifts to give to your chiefs and the leaders of your kingdom! So, can you tell me where your kings are? How far away are they from here, and what are they like?..."

"Oh, by the way! In addition to our big ships, have you seen other big ships? Are those big ships the patrolling navy of your kingdom? Where can we meet them?..."

Both from the Taino tribe, the smart Shushu is an excellent translator, and he conveyed Bruno's comfort and inquiries to the two natives of the East Japan Alliance. When the other party stammered out his answer, the smart Shushu suddenly froze in place. He thought of his experience over the past year, and couldn't help but feel full of sorrow, and his eyes turned red in an instant!

I have revised it. The place I arrived at in the previous chapter should be "Haiti Island". You can refresh and read it again.