The night at Port of San Juan was anything but calm. The Sailors' clamor and shouting, their indulgence and quarrels, were like a ship sailing over a heaving sea, venting some hidden fear. However, two hundred Crusader Veterans were like ballast stones in a cabin, keeping the entire harbor stronghold within the bounds of order. As long as they were still there, the sky over this port would not change!
"Merciful Lord! Please receive these heroic souls who died at the hands of the devil barbarians... Even if their heads are gone, may they still, by the merit of spreading the Lord's glory, go to Heaven!~~"
When the long night passed and dawn arrived, six more Cross graves stood before the church of wooden Crosses. Father Ramon knelt before the church's wooden shrine and prayed devoutly for a long time. Only when several expedition leaders gathered in the church did he stop praying and join the meeting of officers and chiefs.
"The Lord bears witness! We must go deep inland and wipe out those hateful barbarians! We absolutely cannot allow them to harass us as they please! If that happens, the morale of the Sailors and soldiers will become harder and harder to maintain!"
"No! The interior of this Isle of San Juan is all mountains and forests! Before, when we still had horses, we still couldn't go deep in to search for and kill the Natives. Now almost all the horses have been killed or crippled by the Natives... Even if we run into the Natives in the mountains and woods, how are we supposed to catch up to these savages who run so fast?..."
"Damn it! Then we can't just sit here and wait for the Natives to sneak attack us, can we?"
"Holy Mother protect us! I