"Praise the ancestors! Praise the great Cassava god! Praise the great Sun Main God! ... The white-skinned demons are fleeing! ..."
"Damn it! They've set the outer sheds on fire! They're going to burn down the village! ..."
"Put out the fire! Hurry, put out the fire! ..."
"May the Main God protect us! Militia, go put out the fire! Leather Armor warriors who believe in the Main God, charge with me! ..."
"Boom! Boom!"
Dusk was drawing near, and the sinking sun was like sacrificial blood, spilled across the vast sky. The blood-red sky reflected the flames kindled upon the earth, reflected the three sailing ships roaring as they fired their cannons, and reflected the Castile sailors fleeing in panic.
These dregs of the fleet's sailors, though weak in attack, were truly practiced when it came to running. The matchlock musketeers from the Nina had thrown away all their gunpowder and directly set the palisade and the surrounding sheds alight. The sailors from the Santa Maria waved short blades, speared several big fish from the shallow fishponds, and ran at the very rear of the crowd. As for the sailors from the Pinta, their courage had long since been shattered, and they ran faster than anyone else...
"Whoosh! Whoosh! ..."
"Ah! Save me! ..."
"Holy Mother! The native chief has caught up! He shot Little Gonzalo down! ..."
"Forget all that! Onto the boats, hurry, onto the boats! ..."
The setting sun hung low, and the lake bay flashed with red light. The three armed boats that had gone ashore were crammed full of Castile sailors, and many even jumped straight into the shallows, swimming toward the anchored sea ships. The sailors left on the three ships were also desperately firing cannons toward the shore, covering the retreat of