PS: There were more things yesterday.,The number of words in the update was less.,I'm sorry.,Today's chapter was released in advance.。

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Standing on the smoke-stamped ruins of the dock, Francisco Brown, who had just enjoyed a hearty meal. Pizarro, with a satisfied burp, urged the sailors to pack all the looted booty into boxes, and then transfer them in small boats to the large ships anchored in the harbor.

Seriously, he didn't like the strange city or the hot and humid rainforest at all – even though the climate in Panama seemed just as bad.

From afar, this lush, flower-filled rainforest is indeed a paradise, but the hot and humid climate has turned this paradise into hell. At this moment, there is hardly a trace of wind on the beach, and after losing the coolness of the sea breeze, the feeling of being sticky all the time makes Pizarro feel very uncomfortable.

When the heat is unbearable, he sometimes really wants to strip naked and refresh, but he is worried that he will be bitten by flying insects, and his whole body will be red and swollen, and even some strange disease - the humid and sultry tropical rainforest is the base camp for all kinds of infectious diseases and parasites. The Spanish explorers who landed in the Americas in the early days died of plague or starvation in the jungle in far greater numbers than by the Indians.

Thankfully, the abundance of this expedition was enough to compensate for his hardships and sacrifices along the way, and to Pizarro's immense happiness - silver glittering stainless steel cutlery. Simple and elegant oriental porcelain. Colourful silks and fabrics, dazzling jewelry, snow-like salt and sugar, spices and teas......

-- Every kind of treasure that was looted here was a luxury that would be coveted by the upper classes of Europe.

With these priceless booty, it should be possible to account to the governor when he retreats back to Panama...... Pizarro thought.

Although he always behaved confidently in front of Magellan, as a sane veteran, Pizarro was actually very clear. Judging from the fierce battle yesterday, it was impossible to conquer this country with the more than 200 Spaniards brought by himself and Magellan.

Especially after yesterday's fighting, nearly half of the soldiers of this Spanish expeditionary force have been killed or wounded. And the twenty horses he painstakingly collected from the entire Panamanian colony. After a scuffle, there were only four horses left.

The Spaniards were able to loot these possessions, not because they really won the battle against the natives, but simply because they took advantage of the other side's unpreparedness to set a fire and successfully burned down the natives' thatched hut city, which made the opponent chaotic and gave them the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

In addition, in a skirmish that broke out last night, the Spanish expedition seemed to have encountered a tougher enemy - after they got lost in the night, according to the description of a trance-stricken Spanish sailor. Encounter a rather eccentric group of enemy soldiers with some kind of firearm that can fire continuously, sending bullets like a torrential rain. More than a dozen Spaniards were killed in a single shot, and the rest were subsequently killed by the natives' swords and battle axes, and only this sailor escaped by hiding in the grass......

Intellectually, Pizarro did not believe in the coward's absurdity, much less the existence of a musket capable of continuous fire on the shijie - the first machine gun in history was invented three and a half centuries later - but it is an indisputable fact that the entire expedition was killed and wounded in just one day.

So. For the sake of safety, this expedition is better to grab a handful and leave! …,

As for the complete conquest of this land for God and the king, turning it into the territory of the Kingdom of Spain, it was the task of the next expedition.

He had already made up his mind that the next expedition must not be as hasty as this one. Be sure to build more ships and raise more troops. It is also necessary to raise a large number of ordnance and war horses, and hoard at least a few hundred barrels of gunpowder...... Only then will it be possible to achieve a real victory!

- What Pizarro didn't know, however, was that he didn't have a chance to do it again.

Just as Pizarro was looking down and thinking about his future plans, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in the sky, and it was getting faster and closer...... He raised his head in astonishment, and suddenly saw one after another red meteors, suddenly rising from the coconut grove not far away, drawing a long arc in the air, and accurately falling towards the Spanish fleet anchored in the harbor!

At that moment, Pizarro felt like a statue of his whole being, completely frozen.

“…… This is...... Enemy Attack!! ”

Before he could shout this frightened warning, the ship Victoria was already bursting with fire, sawdust and flesh flying in all directions - a single anti-tank missile designed to be powerful enough to cut through the alloy armor and pierce the fragile wooden sailing ship completely!

Then, a second rocket hit the deck of the Victoria, causing the mainmast to topple with a clatter, dragging the sails and cables. The falling canvas and cable knocked down a group of people, and crushed a small boat that could not be avoided in the water.

Next, Magellan's flagship Trinidad also began to be unlucky, being hit by a single missile in the stern, and most of the entire stern collapsed.

With the sound of continuous explosions, chaos suddenly engulfed in the harbor. The Spanish galleons anchored in the harbor were a bulky and immobile fixed target for later generations of individual missiles, and almost every missile missed, and more than half of them could hit the vital point.

The worse problem was that the vast majority of Spanish sailors were on shore at this time, and the sailing ships in a state of anchor had no one to lift anchor or raise their sails, so they could not move at all, so they could only stop in place and continue to be beaten.

The guns that were fixed on the side and deck of the ship were due to the angle of the muzzle orientation. It is also impossible to counterattack an unknown enemy hiding in the coconut grove. Not to mention the fact that the gunners could not be found on the ship for a while, and there was no time to even bring out the shells and gunpowder from the bilge - there was no combat preparation in advance.

In desperation, Pizarro had no choice but to take a dozen soldiers and try to rush into the coconut grove along the beach and directly destroy the opponent's firepower.

However, as soon as they got closer, they saw a flash of fire, and an RPG rocket blasted head-on, leaving three people in a pool of blood, and the rest were also swept over by the air wave. Pizarro, whose ears were buzzing, had just propped himself up. I saw the second and third rockets coming straight in!

With a loud bang and a scorching wave of air, brilliant fireworks rose up and turned the beach into complete hell - the Spaniards' muskets and spears were shattered and blackened, and the corpses were not pierced into a sieve by shrapnel. It's just a piece of bits and pieces, and the pungent smell of burning protein fills the air everywhere, making people vomit...... Right next to Pizarro, a young man was blown up on the spot for seven or eight meters, and then in the form of various organ parts, it fell down like a goddess scattering flowers, and scattered within a radius of dozens of feet. A bloody intestine was directly placed on the left side of his face, which made Pizarro, a battle-hardened veteran ruffian, a little dizzy.

All of a sudden, sadness, anger, fear, and so on can be called creepy negative emotions. Attacking Pizarro together, he couldn't hold on any longer, and seeing that the remaining two Zuihou soldiers had already turned around and ran wildly, he simply fled with him. …,

The enemy, who had not been seen before, appeared at this moment—and with a demonic roar, a strange vehicle that could gallop without a horse leaped out of the cover of the coconut groves and bushes and rushed onto the beach.

Then, the car followed Pizarro's ass and chased it all the way. And the young man sitting on the roof of the car. He held a strange metal cylinder viciously and aimed it straight at his back.

Perhaps out of a gut warning, Pizarro couldn't recognize what the metal cylinder was, but he immediately sought medical attention, and his face changed dramatically, and he quickly stopped. Turn around and jump into the water...... Unfortunately, he didn't have time to fall into the water yet. There was a loud bang behind him - a terrible shockwave enveloped in a scorching fireball, and in an instant it caught up with his body from behind, throwing Pizarro several meters away, performing a trapeze act, fueled by gunpowder gas, before falling into the sea and splashing a huge wave.

Immediately afterward, the knock-off version of the Humvee continued along the beach, firing rockets, dropping grenades, and spilling bullets along the way, killing every Spaniard and their Mayan allies in sight, shooting them into a sieve or into the sky. Two thousand warriors wielding weapons of all kinds, followed in a chaotic manner, searching for the remnants of the fish that had slipped through the net.

Under such a firepower that transcended the times, the Spanish Expeditionary Force, which was caught off guard, soon collapsed completely.

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At the same time, Admiral Magellan, who had finally gotten out of the way of Pizarro, was faced with another thing that made him feel very embarrassed.

- Although the poor native girl in front of him with tears on her face was obviously very much to his taste, and he was eager to ride on it and ravage it...... But I don't know Weishenme, after Admiral Magellan took off his pants, he found that his lower body just couldn't get hard.

In fact, the reason for this is very simple: in the past year or so, he had experienced more than 20,000 miles of voyage south from Spain to the whole of South America, and this arduous and dangerous life of exploration had seriously damaged the navigator's health. And yesterday's fierce battle made his physical strength basically overdrawn, and he couldn't recover at all by just sleeping and resting in the middle of the night.

In addition, Magellan's age is not young at this time, and it is normal for the lower body to occasionally be weak after excessive fatigue.

In fact, on the bedside table in the bedroom of this Caigang activity room, there is a small blue pill called "Viagra", which can be used by even the weakest person to make himself a pillar of optimism...... It's a pity that Magellan doesn't know this thing, and Tia, who is tied to the bed by him, will never say it.

As a result, the middle-aged impotent man could only look at Princess Tia's delicate skin and the soft hanging things between his legs.

Under the mood of the Shan Shan. Magellan had to pour two or three bottles of the newly seized Red Star Erguotou into his mouth. He used alcohol to drown his sorrows, and soon became very drunk, oblivious to the screams and explosions of rockets in the distance, and to the hysterical exclamations and screams of the soldiers of the expedition around him...... It wasn't until his personal valet, the Malay valet brought from Malacca, slammed the door open with his shoulder, and then grabbed Magellan's body and shook violently, that the drunken Spanish admiral regained a little consciousness.

“…… What's wrong...... Is it an earthquake...... Or was it a storm? He muttered inarticulately.

“…… Checkmate! Checkmate! Stop talking drunk! The enemy has already slain! Run! ”…,

“…… Who do you say is drunk...... Wait, my shirt...... And pants...... No matter what time it is, you have to pay attention to your demeanor......"

And then the drunken and hazy-eyed Admiral Magellan. He was just lifting his pants with his feet fluttering, muttering incoherently, and being dragged out the door by his loyal valet. As a result, he had just walked out of the room. I saw a heartbreaking scene:

A metallic steel chariot is rampage across the beach, its staggeringly noisy engine roaring the most brutal heavy metal music, while the shooter on board is "warmly greeting" every Spanish soldier and Mayan warrior who stands in the way with bombs, rockets and bullets.

The crimson flames and black smoke had enveloped the entire campsite, and even the earth was shaking. Black gravel and yellow sand rose into the sky, and from time to time a snow-white column of water rose from the nearby sea, no, it was not entirely white. Instead, there was a faint hint of red mixed in with it - it was the soldiers who had escaped by jumping into the water, and the flesh was blown up in the water!

- Although the first batch of modern regular munitions provided by Director Ma was limited and could only be used by Wen Desi alone - the Native Americans of this time and space had not yet learned how to operate RPGs - it was enough for Wen Desi to turn the Humvee into a mobile firepower platform, using submachine guns, rocket launchers, and anti-tank individual missiles to wantonly slaughter the Spaniards who had only primitive arquebuses and small breech guns.

The Spaniards had tried to stop the chariot as well, but slashing it with spears, tomahawks, and swords would be tantamount to death. And the old guns, which used cumbersome steps, simply did not have time to reload and aim. On the contrary, the opponent has the ability to attack from a distance with great power. And the incessant strafing AK47s, which can virtually annihilate any infantry that dares to approach the body - the Spaniards don't have grenades or Molotov cocktails!

And behind this steel chariot that seemed to come out of hell, there were also hordes of indigenous warriors, beating the drums of war, swarming into the devastated camp. Everywhere there were shouts of killing, screams and explosions. Mayan warriors from the city of Tepetvanc. Barely had time to pick up a weapon, and was cut down in pieces as if it were wheat. As for the Spaniards, who were already very few, they only thought about running for their lives from the beginning.

Such a tragic defeat immediately scared Magellan into a cold sweat, and most of the wine woke up.

The next moment, he walked to a slope outside the house, and looked out to sea with a pergola...... As a result, he fell into an ice cellar.

-- The five sailing ships anchored in the harbor were all burning with fire and gradually turning into a pile of charred charcoal. Among them, his flagship Trinidad has been torn apart, breaking into two near the mast, and the remaining sailors are diving into the water to escape.

Without a ship, it is equivalent to having no way to retreat, which means that after the defeat of their own people, they are destined to die here......

So, Magellan had to reach out to hold his chin that was about to dislocate, cover his eyesockets that were about to burst, press the heart that was about to pop out of his chest, and let out a desperate cry of despair: "...... Oh~~No~~!! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the steel chariot, which seemed to be driven by the devil, made a sharp turn, passed through the chaotic campsite, rushed up the small mound along a gentle slope, and crashed straight into the two masters and servants, who had been stiffened with fear, and lifted them high into the air......

Then, before they could get back to the ground, a bullet from an AK47 knocked them all over in blood.

-- Magellan's voyages and adventures came to an end. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )