[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When the setting sun sank into the distant horizon and night ruled the Caribbean Sea again, the mist began to rise slowly on the sea surface. The gray-white mist, like a linen shroud, began to writhe, spread, and engulf the sea like an invisible monster. The late fishermen on the sea, the busy sailors and workers on the pier, and even the mighty warships moored in the port.

Not long after, even the torches on the fort in the distance turned into a small group of fuzzy orange halos, leaving only the lighthouse on the cape in the distance still shining brightly in this pale world.

For this kind of fog, there are countless legends about it or horror or horror in the streets and alleys of every port city, and people from different countries and regions have their own names for it, but only in terms of meaning, Nothing less than unknown ... and death (Note 1).

Generally, when encountering this kind of heavy fog, most ships will anchor down, and the workers on the port will stop working and start praying to God.

But for the Spaniards in the port of Belize at this moment, this is just bad weather with extremely poor visibility and not suitable for ships to sail.

As the descendants of the adventurers who destroyed the Inca Empire (Note 2) by despicable and shameless means, they have never been afraid of those legends

——If curses and legends are useful, then it is the Incas who rule Mexico now instead of them.

Amidst the urging and scolding, the battleship New Continent is making final preparations for its voyage tomorrow.

Although it may not be comparable to the cutting-edge European first-class sailing battleships with four decks and hundreds of cannons, in the Caribbean Sea, its nearly [-] cannons are also rare opponents.

But power also comes at a price, a bigger ship with more fire/cannon means it needs more supplies, so that they are still loaded with supplies on the eve of the departure day.

In this fog, countless hazy figures are shuttling back and forth between the deck and the pier. These sailors, who are no different from slaves (Note 3), are working overtime under the dim light of lanterns, loading and unloading various supplies, trying to get as much as possible. Fill up the huge cabins one by one before departure.

Each of them walked silently on the board with various materials on their shoulders, carefully identifying the position of their feet, and at the same time prayed to every god they knew for their blessing in their hearts.

"Whoa."

In this chaotic environment, a sound of water suddenly sounded.

"What fell down!?"

Standing on the pier in charge of supervising the work, the second officer of the battleship New Continent never cared about the safety of the ordinary crew members first, he asked viciously.

"If it's a cannonball that falls, I'll definitely hoist that bastard who did such a thing to the square sail!"

"Crash." "Crash." "Crash."...

But the second officer had just finished speaking, followed by a series of water sounds one after another.

"What the hell! Did the idiot drop the board?"

The second officer roared almost angrily.

But no one answered his question, the pale mist seemed to swallow everything, the sound of footsteps stepping on the formwork, the sound of sailors panting, the sound of wooden crates or sacks being thrown heavily on the deck...

After that strange sound of water, all of this disappeared. If the board really slipped, there should be countless cries for help, but there was nothing. Even the originally noisy pier became quiet now— — except for the seemingly never-ending lapping of the waves, the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

"Hey! Come and talk to someone!"

Beads of sweat were seeping from the palms of the second deputy, he firmly grasped the fire/gun at his waist and began to look around.

"If no one talks anymore, then none of you will get the salary today!"

"...Sir, don't you think that the sound of water is not falling into the water, but more like..."

His threat seemed to have worked, a deliberately low, trembling voice came through the thick fog.

—and more like something crawled out of the water—

The second officer instantly understood what was left unfinished in that sentence.

A chill ran down his spine and spread all over his body in an instant. He suddenly felt a little cold, so he decided to immediately go back to the nearby residence to add a piece of clothing...

But the moment he turned around, a wet palm with the smell of sea water suddenly protruded from the fog, and his scream was firmly blocked in his chest by the palm that accurately stuck his throat, followed by a dagger Piercing the brain through his jaw, forever cutting off the chance of that scream ever being heard again.

"Boom..."

The not-so-heavy sound of falling to the ground became particularly obvious in the quiet thick fog, and a moment later a bloody smell diffused through the fog.

The sailor who just spoke is now being tightly covered by the people around him. A dozen sailors are hiding among the debris on the deck, watching vigilantly in the direction where the black figure disappeared into the thick fog.

"Who are you!?"

Soon, voices came again from the dense fog, but no one answered, and what followed was the sound of weapons colliding.

But it was obvious that the strengths of the two sides were very different, and the victory and defeat as well as life and death were determined in an instant. The sailors never waited for the second sound of swords and swords intersecting, only the terrifying splash and the sound of human bodies falling to the ground.

"Stop! Go any further and I'll shoot!"

What was eerily quiet in the thick fog again was the already indistinct sound of shouting from a distance, which was in the direction of the warehouse——under normal circumstances, there would usually be an officer and ten to fifteen soldiers there, and sailors many times their size.

Three gunshots sounded one after another, followed by screams piercing the night sky, but the shrill screams stopped abruptly after less than one breath.

But at the moment when the gun/sound was heard, the entire pier had “woke up” like a disturbed beehive, the sailors on other warships gathered urgently, the sailors on different ships asked each other loudly, and the collision of weapons and armor when running The sound rang out from all over the pier at almost the same time.

A few minutes later, there were countless clashes of weapons near the warehouse, and it was obvious that the fiercest battle had begun so far—the sound of wailing, screaming, and blood splashing never stopped, even at the sailors' positions. They could smell the increasingly intense bloody smell in the air.

Even though they couldn't see anything at this distance because of the fog, they still stared at the direction where the fighting sound was the most intense.

After about twenty minutes, the sound of the battle gradually subsided, but the sailors became even more disturbed—no reason, if the Spaniards had the upper hand, there was no reason to stop the wailing.

"The devil! The devil! God!"

A figure rushed out of the thick fog and appeared in the sight of the sailors. People with sharp eyes recognized him through his attire. He was the captain of the warehouse guards. One of the nobles of the title.

But now, the nobleman who used to pay great attention to his image has almost collapsed. The velvet crown hat he used to show off is long gone, and the long double-breasted coat is covered with indistinguishable blood. There was only one man's high-heeled shoe left, and he limped towards the battleship, as if he wanted to sail out of the port.

But at the next moment, after a muffled sound, the corpse of the nobleman fell to the ground after continuing to run for two or three steps. After a while, blood and brains flowed all over the floor.

This scene caused all the sailors who saw it to shudder, and then quietly retracted their heads among the sundries.

The sailors clasped their hands together, opened and closed their lips silently, and began to pray.

If this attack is regarded as an unusual drama, then its climax has just begun-the garrison stationed on the fort finally reacted, and they joined the battle with guns and artillery. In the battle of the enemy.

The bright gunfire of the muzzle tore through the darkness, and the sound of tearing and breaking spread far away, followed by unified orders and intensive gunfire like fried beans, and finally the "San Diego" (Note 4) roared like a tsunami. )'s charge slogan...

But this time, it didn't lead to victory for the Spaniard.

After a loud noise accompanied by the violent shaking of the battleship, the violent explosion tore through the fog with its scorching gale, and the sky-high flames dispelled the darkness, but it also marked the end of the last and greatest Spanish counterattack. period.

Those mysterious assailants frantically ignited hundreds of barrels of black fire/powder stored in the warehouse!

When the sailors recovered from the tinnitus caused by the loud noise, they were surprised to find that the fort on the mountainside was already covered in flames, and the army near the warehouse, which seemed to be invincible not long ago, was turned into rubble in an instant. remains of the remains.

"pat, pat..."

Strange footsteps approached slowly—a strange sound like wet boots on the ground or on asphalt.

A few more courageous sailors stood up cautiously, and then they saw a scene they would never forget:

It was a group of figures wearing long black cloaks, each of them had several weapons stuck in their bodies, and even one of them had a broken pistol stuck in his head.

Against the backdrop of the flames, they cast long, trembling shadows on the ground, and their cloaks were still dripping viscous liquid. It is not difficult to find that there are left behind where they walked. A long string of bright red footprints.

But now, this group of devil-like terrorist attackers was slowly walking towards the pier, and it was obvious that they had chosen the New Continent, a powerful warship that was rare in the Caribbean.

Before the attacker stepped onto the deck covered in swords and blood, the sailors, who had witnessed everything from beginning to end, jumped into the sea one after another, all their courage was overshadowed by the endless fear, and no one even thought about it. In the past, light the gunpowder/powder or go to the bottom compartment (Note 5) to make this battleship sink.

The result of this mistake was that a moment later, the Spanish warship began to show its fangs at its former comrades-in-arms.

Other ships with chaotic command and serious shortage of crew were easily sunk one by one at the pier. Most of them ushered in the baptism of artillery fire before they came here to untie the cables.

And even among the fastest and most decisive merchant ships, none of the furthest escaped escaped from the bay...

In the end, when the urgently mobilized sergeants in Belize City realized that the attackers had already driven the New World away, all that remained were the burning wharf, the wreckage of the ship floating on the sea, and the gorgeous ship dyed by the fire. The beautiful red sky...

The author has something to say: Note 1: Fog on the sea surface is actually very common, as long as the air is colder than the sea surface and there is no wind, this kind of condensation fog will appear.As for the unknown and death, it is also normal, because the visibility is poor in this kind of weather, it is easy to hit rocks, other ships or meet pirates inexplicably, and it is difficult to get rescue in case of shipwreck in this kind of weather.Also, because of the lack of wind and the inability to find identification objects, the ship is completely drifting with the current and is very easy to get lost.It can also be said that this is an unwritten "accident prevention guide" derived from long-term experience

Note 2: If you can't win, you will deceive the other party to negotiate, and then capture the other party's king during the negotiation and extort ransom.It was also from them that they gave each other blankets contaminated with various infectious diseases as gifts.

Note 3: At that time, each captain could be said to be the king of his own ship, and sailors rebelled often because the captain did too much—for example, let them eat moldy bread and bad water.Even in the fame of the Dutch "Sea Coachman", a dozen sailors were on the verge of death due to disease and cold, but even so the captain did not allow them to use the medicines and blankets as cargo (these people did die later. up).There are still people who praise this as "commercial reputation"! ?Could it be that those sailors voluntarily froze to death and died without using those things?This is because the captain didn’t care about the life and death of his subordinates in order to avoid damage to the cargo and lose money (most ordinary sailors in that era were “disposable items” in the captain’s view, except for a few sailors who were very mobile).

Note 4: The Spanish battle cry is said to be similar to "Long Live", but I really haven't found the source of this slogan. It seems to come from a certain legend.

Note 5: Both are self-sinking methods in the age of sails, but the efficiency is very low, so in addition to artillery/combat, gang battles are also very popular because of this.After entering modern times, general warships will design self-sinking sea valves.