my british empire

Chapter 387 Burning these devils to death with fire
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Beside the dozen or so grills, there were about 70 to [-] people gathered, men, women and children, looking at the human legs on the grills eagerly, almost drooling.

The flames of the bonfire shone on their faces, making their greedy and ferocious expressions clear. Such a hell-like scene made Hawkins and the others tremble with horror.

At this point, Hawkins realized that it was not his candy that moved the chief's child, but that the child wanted to capture them in one fell swoop to prevent anyone from escaping.

They have changed from the original predators to the preyed. All this in the world is really amazing.

Immediately, there was a person in the team screaming loudly, holding his head, and stumbling towards the unknown black distance, the whole person seemed to have gone crazy.

Everyone didn't have time to react, they could only watch him leave gradually, bowing their heads in silence.

Although everyone is a veteran of the sea and is used to seeing death and corpses, this is the first time they have seen a scene of cannibalism. Probably crazy.

Seeing this, Hawkins frowned. He was so alarmed that the only plan for the present was to attack.

Fortunately, they are all old buddies, and they know that weapons are always with them, and everyone has weapons.

"Avenge them, let's go together! God bless us!" Hawkins declared loudly, gritted his teeth, with a ruthless face.

Immediately, he drew his dagger from his waist, held it tightly, and rushed forward.

At this time, everyone suppressed the fear in their hearts, muttered God's blessing in their mouths, and rushed forward quickly.

Although the distance was a bit far, these black people did not carry any weapons, and many of them even couldn't react and were still gnawing on their thighs.

Hawkins ran over quickly, downhill, holding a dagger, and aimed at the blood-faced child in the front with a sword, piercing his blood vessels, and the blood spilled to the corner of his clothes.

But he didn't care about it at all, relying on the breath in his heart, holding a sword, slaughtering wantonly, with a sword, without any thought of stopping.

And the people behind him also used their own tone, the sound of ping-pong-pong fighting and dancing rang in Hawkins' ears, the hostility in his heart became stronger and stronger, his arms seemed to have endless strength, and he worked tirelessly Waving.

I don't know how long it took, until he could no longer see a black man in front of him, Hawkins stopped, lying directly in a pool of blood, panting heavily.

Just like him, as well as the companions who followed him, they all lay panting in a pool of blood, regardless of the stumped limbs beside them.

As the breathing gradually calmed down, everyone's ferocious faces also calmed down, but the haze in their hearts still lingered, firmly taking root in their hearts.

"Get up! Everyone has enough time to rest!"

Hawkins struggled to stand up, and now he only felt that his arms were so sore, as if they were not his own.

But he still straightened his back and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, get up and see how many people there are!"

Following his words, everyone who was lying on the ground stood up reluctantly, calling their names feebly.

The sound of names made the fear in everyone's hearts gradually disappear, and it was safer to gather together.

"79 people, what a heavy loss!" The number of people dropped by one-fifth, which made Hawkins very heartbroken.

These are old sailors from his father's generation. They know the basics, and these old sailors are the foundation for the development of the Hawkins family on the swaying and treacherous sea.

"Let's go, let's go back and kill all the black people who eat people, leaving no one behind!"

Thinking of this number, Hawkins gritted his teeth and said bitterly, then turned to look at the tribe not far away, where there were dozens of black people.

"Okay, Captain!" "Go, kill those man-eating devils!" "Adhering to the will of God, let's go!"

Everyone shouted and picked up their weapons, regardless of physical fatigue, and moved forward aggressively.

Since it was the way home, everyone's speed naturally increased a lot. In less than 10 minutes, everyone had already arrived at the tribe.

A look of ferociousness suddenly appeared on the faces of everyone, and they raised their weapons, wanting to kill them again.

"Don't be impulsive, this time we have to outsmart!" Hawkins stopped everyone's actions in time and said solemnly.

He looked at the old sailors beside him, they were veterans who had followed their family for many years, and they couldn't be made to make huge sacrifices.

He looked at the houses made of straw, and he had an idea, and said softly:

"We set fire to their houses with torches, and burned these demons from hell alive."

Hawkins' eyes widened, and his face was as ferocious as a devil's.

Next, since they didn't know how many houses were occupied, everyone threw torches to all the thatched huts one by one and set them on fire.

Afterwards, the fire gradually rose, and thick smoke covered the entire area. Hawkins and others quickly covered their noses to prevent the smoke from choking their noses.

Then, coughing sounds came from the thick smoke, and then black and white people ran out one by one, and men and women could not be seen clearly.

Hawkins and the others killed one when they saw one coming out, regardless of men, women or children.

As the night passed, the sun in the sky began to rise, and the blackness had begun to descend, but it was still a little cool.

But next to everyone, there were more than 20 corpses lying motionless.

"Let's go! Let's go back to the boat and have breakfast!" Hawkins waved his hand, feeling that there was no one in sight, so he couldn't help saying.

Only then did everyone close their eyes, their will was a little depressed, and they walked with heavy steps, under the sunshine of the morning sun, and headed home.

After returning to the ship to rest for a day and replacing a few injured sailors, everyone cheered up and continued to set off.

Hawkins and others spent more than a month capturing more than 500 black slaves in this place that the colonists had never visited.

As for why there were more than 500 people, this is what the Spaniard Domingo said. Many black people must have died along the way. If you don’t catch more, it’s not enough to consume on the road.

Hawkins looked at the overcrowded bottom warehouse. The place that used to accommodate up to fifty people could accommodate 500 people at this time.

In this way, after experiencing some adventures, Hawkins and others finally embarked on a journey to the West Indies.

There, there were a lot of gold coins waiting for them, waving at them.

And he, John Hawkins, will be known throughout England.

　On the first day of this week, the grades are trash, and the author can only cry silently.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)