"Lord! The devilish Natives of Cipangu are here again!"
"It's that pack of Red-hair barbarians! They're setting fires everywhere!"
"Damn it! Catch them and cut off their heads!"
"No, that won't kill the devils clinging to the Natives! Nail them to the cross and burn them to ash with the Lord's flames!"
The Castilian Expeditionary Force's stronghold was burning. The flames started from the farms on the west side, spread north toward the Queen's Wooden Fortress under construction, and south toward the original thatched huts of the North Bay Tribe. Beneath the crimson firelight, the entire Castilian Expeditionary Force in the stronghold was like a hornet's nest that had been completely stirred up!
Aside from the east and south, where the Holy Roman Empire Mercenaries still clung stubbornly to the palisade, "unmoving as a mountain," the rest of the expeditionary soldiers and Sailors had begun to arm themselves and gather. And the twenty Crusader Veterans who had originally been guarding the church were led by their captain, Big Juan, who made a prompt decision and set out at once to support the farm company on the west!
"Cassava God! Ancestors! Save us... save us!..."
The wooden houses caught fire, illuminating the farm like Hellfire. More than thirty gravely ill Taino Able-bodied lay sprawled and crawling on the ground, weeping piteously. They were either thin as skeletons or stricken with severe illness, unable to run at all, and could only kneel and beg on the ground. With the hope of life right before their eyes, how many of them could truly give it up?
"Save us! Lizard brother! Conch headman! Please, save us!..."
The pleading cries of their clansmen were like some god's spell, pinning Xixi and Luoluo in place. A dozen Taino holding short knives gritted their teeth, tears streaming