Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 10: Seizing the Ship (Part )

“The natives are coming up!”

The Spanish sailors who were trying to avoid the "tear gas" finally saw three turbaned natives climbing over the side of the ship. One of them was holding a long gun, and two of them were holding two short-handled muskets, staring at them coldly.

"boom!"

A sailor was about to raise his musket, but before he could even light the fuse, he was shot down by the native with the spear. He covered his chest, rolled over and wailed in pain.

"boom!"

A sailor hiding beside the native was about to throw the axe in his hand quietly, but before he raised his arm, a native holding a short-handled musket was quick-eyed and shot him dead.

"boom!"

Another gunshot was heard. A sailor, whose tears and snot were running due to the smoke, was just about to move to the stern of the ship when he was shot down by the native who was threatened with a gun. He groaned and soon became motionless.

This move greatly frightened the sailors on deck. They covered their mouths and noses to block out the choking smell of smoke, and timidly looked at the three killers on the side of the ship. No one dared to move.

After a while, three more natives with their faces covered climbed onto the boat from below. As soon as they jumped onto the deck, they immediately took off the bow-like weapons on their backs and pointed the sharp arrows at them.

Then, the natives below climbed up one after another, all holding pointed wooden spears, and then formed a semicircle, staring at the Spanish sailors who dared not move with a fierce look.

“@#%@&*……%#@”

Only a few words were heard from the leading native, and then four natives came out holding wooden spears and slowly approached the sailors.

Every time they approached a sailor, they quickly removed the weapon from his hands, and then beat and kicked him until he fell face down on the deck.

Are we being captured by the natives?
This terrible thought arose in the minds of both the subdued sailors and the warriors who were hesitating whether to resist.

Oh, God, we, a group of advanced people from the civilized world, were captured by the natives of an unnamed island!

All this is really hard to accept.

"boom!"

Just as Captain Goyle of the "St. Louis" suddenly stood up and was about to negotiate with the natives, he did not expect the other party to open fire without hesitation.

"Oh..." Captain Goyle was shot and fell to the ground, his body curled up in pain, and the bright red blood dyed the deck below him red.

"Oh, Captain! . . . . "

"captain!"

The two sailors nearby subconsciously rushed over to check the captain's injuries.

Several natives shouted loudly and stabbed the two men with their wooden spears, leaving a bloody hole in their bodies. They fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

It was obvious that these natives were extremely alert and acted decisively and ruthlessly, not allowing the sailors on the deck to make any moves.

Even though he is the captain of our "St. Louis".

After all the weapons of the sailors on the deck were confiscated, the natives took out ropes, tied up everyone's hands one by one, and then ordered them to kneel on the deck.

Afterwards, several natives, armed with guns, pushed two sailors ahead and began carefully searching for the sailors hiding in the hold. The dozen or so sailors hiding in the hold had no intention of resisting to the end. After learning that the captain had been shot, and after some encouragement from their companions, they obediently dropped their weapons and emerged.

When everyone was brought to the deck, the leading native began to shout at them, and a native next to him seemed to be an interpreter, translating his words into another language.

It was really surprising. Although the native interpreter did not speak Spanish, the few vague words he spoke sounded like the language of a European country.

"It can't be that serious. There is actually no one on this ship who can understand English?" Cadet Zhou Yong felt extremely discouraged when he saw that these Spanish sailors had no response to his questions.

"That's perfectly normal. The British weren't yet the world's hegemons at that time, so naturally not many people knew English."

"I should have brought Chen Rui along earlier. He took a minor in Spanish in school and can speak a few words."

"So what do we do now? ... We can't get anything out of this!"

"What should we do? Naturally, we should drive the ship back and then check our gains."

"With just twenty of us, I'm afraid we can't drive this ship away."

"..."

As everyone was talking, their eyes turned to the navigation instructor, Major Wei Yingbin, who was leading the team.

"The purpose of our current operation is to capture this Spanish galleon. As for how to get it back to our secret port, that will be a post-war arrangement," Wei Yingbin said. "Now all we need to do is keep these Spanish captives under safe custody and prevent them from causing trouble or escaping."

"At the same time, we must properly protect the cargo in the hold. We can't let an accident leave us with nothing. Furthermore, we have no idea what the battle on shore is like. Therefore, we need to select ten soldiers, carry weapons, and sneak back to Shixing Fort (now Victoria Harbor on Vancouver Island) to see if we can cooperate with the captain and the political commissar to annihilate the Spanish sailors who have come ashore."

"Well, Instructor Wei is right." Navigation instructor Captain Kuang Xu nodded and said, "We fought smoothly here, capturing this Spanish galleon with zero casualties, successfully completing the captain's mission. However, the situation at our base is unclear right now. They might be in the middle of a fierce battle and urgently need our support. How about this, Instructor Wei, I will take ten people back to shore in a motorized lifeboat and see if we can launch a surprise attack on the Spanish from behind. You and the others will continue to guard this ship, and once we've destroyed them, we'll come over and help get the ship back."

"Okay, let's do it." Wei Yingbin nodded.

Although his military rank was higher than his opponent's, as an officer known for his technical skills, his combat skills were indeed inferior to his opponent's. It would be better for him to take his men to guard this Spanish galleon.

Considering that those who stayed on the ship only needed to guard the prisoners, Wei Yingbin left behind a pistol in case of an emergency, and gave the assault rifle and three spear guns to Kuang Xu and ten other people.

To increase their firepower, they also took away several captured matchlocks. Although these were more complicated to operate, they were still better than fighting hand-to-hand with the Spaniards.

"Instructor Wei, the captain and his men should be able to easily take care of the Spaniards on the shore, right?" Zhou Yong asked worriedly, holding a musket and turning his head to watch the motor lifeboat speeding towards the shore.

"Of course," Wei Yingbin said with a smile. "We've been busy most of the night dealing with these Spaniards. Not only have we laid numerous traps and mechanisms in the woods, but we've also set up several lines of defense and traps in the wooden fort. We're completely prepared. Add to that two assault rifles and a dozen homemade incendiary bombs, and we're sure the Spanish won't be able to escape!"

"Oh, that's good." Hearing the instructor's confident tone, Zhou Yong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned his attention to the Spanish prisoners on the deck. "Instructor Wei, what should we do with these sailors? We can't just keep them fed, right? ... We don't even have enough food to eat. Besides, winter is coming soon, making hunting and fishing more difficult."

"Yes, we don't have any extra food." Wei Yingbin looked at the Spanish sailors and frowned. "But it would be a pity to kill them all. If we want to gain a foothold here, we need manpower to carry out construction. Otherwise, with only fifty or so of us, it will be difficult to achieve great development, gain a foothold in this world, or even create an era of our own. Forget it, these things..."

"Instructor Wei, Instructor Wei..., we found a Chinese person in the cabin!"

As he was speaking, a cadet soldier who was checking the cargo in the bottom hold came out excitedly from below and shouted with a look of surprise.

"We met an ancestor from the Ming Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)