Dawn's first light rose from the east, illuminating the vast Caribbean Sea and Taino Island as well. Two Caravels lay anchored in the outer bay, their hulls tall as floating fortresses. Their enormous masts and rigging flickered in and out beneath the daybreak glow, like the raised spine of some Sea Monster's bones.
Torches still burned on the great ships' decks. Armed sailors busied themselves, skillfully loading the Cannons that gleamed with cold light under the "protection" of the mercenaries. And the mouths of those Cannons were all aimed at the coast, aimed at the barbarian Warriors on shore.
Compared with such massive great ships, the one hundred and sixty Kingdom Warriors on the shore were like dark-green beetles, only able to gaze from hundreds of paces away. They could do nothing. They could only wait patiently. Then, under the eyes of Warrior Captain Copilli, beneath his fixed, waiting stare, the change aboard the great ships finally erupted all at once! Those Holy Roman Empire Mercenaries finally drew their weapons!
"Ah?!"
A blade that came without warning suddenly stabbed into a vital point, bringing a chill that sank deep into the lungs and organs! Abruptly attacked, Captain Baltasar whipped his head around, eyes wide with disbelief, glaring at Reinhardt's savage face!
"You! You, you—ugh!"
Mercenary Captain Reinhardt smiled coldly, and the sharp blade in his hand twisted hard! The shock on Baltasar's face abruptly turned into pain from the depths of his lungs. In just one breath, this grim, resolute veteran captain who had been through the crusades reached the brink of death! Then the blade was wrenched out, and the veteran captain crumpled softly to the floor. His captain's hat fell powerless too, dropping into the blood gushing from him!
"Lord above! Reinhardt! Have you gone mad? What are