Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 21 "Grass-beating Valley"

Chapter 21 "Throwing Grass in the Valley" ()

December 12, 18pm.

The sunset glow was as red as blood, and the last ray of afterglow struggled on the sea level, like a drowning man waving his hands in vain, and ultimately could not resist the invasion of the night.

The boundless sea water reflects the orange-red light, as if the entire ocean is burning.

The waves gently hit the beach, making a "rustling" sound, presenting the last whisper of the sea.

As night falls, the sea breeze rises and the waves ripple.

The stars began to twinkle, as if the fine sand where the sea and sky meet was dyed silver by the night.

On the sea surface, fish occasionally jump out of the water, stirring up ripples, adding a bit of mystery and vitality.

In the vast Banderas Bay, a lonely and quiet figure stands, its shadow elongated in the moonlight, and together with the waves, it is like a dormant bloodthirsty beast, which begins to reveal its sharp fangs as night falls.

"Raise the sail!"

"Turn rudder and head southeast!"

"……Set off!"

"...Let's go to the Grass Valley!"

As the orders were given, the "Wavebreaker" hidden near a cape began to move slowly, heading towards the coast in the afterglow of the setting sun.

At this time, the "Breaking Waves" was about 20 kilometers away from the coast. While the sky was still bright, it could quickly sail to the shore.

At that time, they could sneak ashore in a small boat after it was completely dark and launch a surprise attack on the fishing port called Banderas Valley (now Puerto Vallarta, Mexico).

Due to their limited strength, they could only attack the shore through this night attack method to avoid a direct conflict with the enemy.

According to what the Spanish people said, this port town has about 300 residents, some of whom have weapons such as muskets and swords, which can provide limited self-defense.

If a frontal assault is launched during the day, the three assault rifles that are hundreds of years ahead of the times can be used to successfully capture the town, but it will inevitably cause certain casualties.

For those time travelers who lack "troop strength", this is something they must absolutely try their best to avoid.

Don’t let the time come when more than half of the crew members are killed or injured, and there are not even enough people to drive and operate the "Breaking Waves". That would be a tragedy!
After more than an hour of careful driving, at around nine o'clock in the evening, the "Breaking Waves" stopped about 600 meters away from the coast.

With a "whoosh", the anchor was thrown into the sea. The sailors on the ship shouted low calls and began to slowly lower the two wooden boats into the water from the side.

In the faint moonlight, one after another, sailors carrying muskets and daggers climbed up the ropes and climbed onto the small boat.

After a while, two small boats full of people quietly moved towards the shore under the hard paddling of the oarsmen.
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"Wang Wang Wang..."

In the darkness of night, a few dog barks suddenly rang out in the quiet town, followed by more dogs barking, causing some residents to curse softly in their houses.

"These damn sailors!" The town sheriff Pedro Romero Treros looked up at the tavern on the corner with disgust in his eyes.

At noon, a merchant ship from Mazatlan in the north arrived at their port town, ready to load a batch of grain to be transported to the port of Acapulco.

There are three estates near the town. In addition to growing tobacco, there are also large areas of corn, wheat and other crops, providing abundant food for local residents and two nearby mines.

Thanks to God's grace, there were not too many disasters this year. It was a year of good weather and good harvests, and several estates also had a rare bumper harvest.

In order to get a good price, the three hacienda owners contacted their customers in the port of Acapulco and prepared to ship their excess grain there in the hope of making more profits.

After arriving at the port, the merchant ship named "Agustin" unloaded some iron, copper, plates, farm tools, and wine, freeing up some cabin space.

By the evening, the loading and unloading work stopped. A dozen Indian coolies went to eat and rest, while the sailors on the ship left a few people on duty and then flocked into the town in groups of three or five. They found the only two taverns and started drinking in secret.

At this time, they still stayed in the pub and refused to leave, making extremely noisy noises, which made the surrounding residents very dissatisfied.

As the town's sheriff, Trelos felt it necessary to go over and remind these bastards to stop drinking and either lie down on the ground and take a nap, or get on the boat with a few jars of wine. This kind of noise and commotion was seriously affecting the normal life of the town residents.

"Gentlemen, it's time for you to end this lively party!"

As soon as he entered the tavern, he saw a mess in the dim candlelight, with overturned tables and chairs, and scattered cups and plates. The tavern owner and his waiter were sitting on the ground with aggrieved expressions on their faces, with bruises and red swellings on their faces, obviously having been beaten by the sailors. Trelos immediately became furious, kicked the stool at the door away, raised his hand, picked up an old musket, and shouted sternly.

"Hahaha... who are you trying to scare, you son of a bitch?" A sailor turned to look at the town sheriff, who was holding a musket, and said nonchalantly, "If you want to come over for a drink, sit over here. We'll treat you. ... If you try to scare us with that fire poker, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Gentlemen, I warn you once again, end this now." Treros stared at the lazy sailor fiercely and said word by word, "Otherwise, I will gather the militia in the town and throw all of you into the sea. Believe me, if you don't obey my orders, every word I say here will be put into practice!"

"Oh, really?" Another drunken sailor came over loudly. "If you piss us off, we'll strip you naked and throw you into the sea, and then we'll turn your whole town upside down!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the musket in Treros's hand.

Trelos dodged to the side and swung his musket, hitting the sailor hard on the shoulder.

"Oh, you son of a bitch..." The sailor's steps were unsteady, and after being hit hard, he immediately fell to the ground, cursing.

He tried to get up from the ground, but failed after several attempts.

"Don't move! I swear, if you dare to come over, I will shoot!" Seeing several sailors trying to come over to restrain him, Treros immediately held the musket with one hand, took out the matchlock with the other hand, and prepared to shoot.

"Oh, God!" A sailor who had regained his composure immediately stopped his companion's rash action. He then turned to look at the enraged Trelos and waved his hands. "Sir, you can't do this. ... This is dangerous! Okay, okay, let's all stay rational and sit down and talk it out. ... Yes, we can resolve this... trouble through friendly negotiation."

"The only way to solve this problem is to get back on your ship and leave our town immediately. ... Damn it, just look at us! Your arrival has already messed up our town."

"Sir, we just want to have a drink..."

"But you have disturbed our lives. It's already night, and all the residents have gone to bed. And you..." Treros paused, as if he heard some noise coming from outside, and looked out the door suspiciously.

The sound of dogs barking could be heard one after another in the town, probably because a lot of strangers had entered again.

Could it be that another wave of damn sailors has arrived?

"Dangdang!"

The door of the tavern was kicked open and several figures suddenly rushed in from outside.

"Everyone, freeze! ...Oh, damn it, put your muskets down!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"what!"

"Oh, God! ... Who are you?"

"Oh my god! ...They must be pirates!"

"..."

Gunfire rang out.

Screams of pain were heard.