My British Empire

  Chapter 387 Burn these devils to death with fire

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  Beside more than a dozen grills, there are about sixty or seventy people gathered, men, women, young and old, looking longingly at the human legs on the grills, and their saliva is about to flow out.

  The flames of the bonfire shone on their faces, making their greedy and ferocious expressions clear. Such a hell-like scene made Hawkins and the others tremble with horror.

   At this point, Hawkins realized that it was not his candy that moved the chief's child, but that the child wanted to capture them in one fell swoop to prevent anyone from escaping.

  They changed from the original predators to the preyed. All this in the world is really amazing.

   Immediately, a person in the team screamed loudly, holding his head, and ran towards the unknown black distance, stumbling, the whole person seemed to have gone crazy.

  Everyone had no time to react, they could only watch him leave gradually, bowing their heads in silence.

Although everyone is a veteran of the sea and is used to seeing death and corpses, this is the first time they have seen a scene of cannibalism. Probably crazy.

   Seeing this, Hawkins frowned. He was so alarmed that the only plan for the present was to attack.

  Fortunately, they are all old buddies. They know that weapons are always with them, and everyone has weapons.

   "Avenge them, let's go together! God bless us!" Hawkins declared loudly with a ruthless face, gnashing his teeth.

   Immediately, he drew his dagger from his waist, held it tightly, and rushed forward with his head.

  At this time, everyone suppressed the fear in their hearts, muttered God's blessing in their mouths, and rushed forward quickly.

  Although the distance was a bit far, these black people did not carry any weapons, and many of them couldn't even react, and they were still gnawing on the thighs in their hands.

  Hawkins ran over quickly, downhill, holding a dagger, and aimed at the blood-faced child in the front with a sword, piercing his blood vessels, and the blood spilled to the corner of his clothes.

  He didn't care about it at all, relying on the breath in his heart, he held a sword and slaughtered wantonly, with one sword and one sword, without any thought of stopping.

And the people behind him also used their own tone, the sound of ping-pong-pong fighting and dancing sounded in Hawkins' ears, the hostility in his heart became stronger and stronger, his arms seemed to have endless strength, Waving.

   I don't know how long it took, until Hawkins could no longer see a black man in front of him, Hawkins stopped, lying directly in a pool of blood, panting heavily.

  Like him, and the companions who followed him, everyone lay panting in a pool of blood, regardless of the stumped limbs beside them.

  As the breathing gradually calmed down, everyone's ferocious faces also calmed down, but the haze in their hearts still lingered and took root firmly in their hearts.

   "Get up! Everyone has enough time to rest!"

  Hawkins struggled to stand up, and now he only felt that his arms were so sore, as if they were not his own.

   But he still straightened his back and shouted loudly:

   "Everyone get up, look, how many people are there!"

  Following his words, everyone who was lying on the ground reluctantly stood up, calling their names feebly.

  The name of the person, the fear in everyone's heart gradually disappeared, and it is safer to get together.

   "Seventy-nine people, what a heavy loss!" The number of people dropped by one-fifth, which made Hawkins very heartbroken.

  These are old sailors from his father's generation. They know the basics. On the treacherous sea, these old sailors are the foundation for the development of the Hawkins family.

   "Let's go, let's go back and kill all the black people who cannibalize me, leaving no one behind!"

   Thinking of this number, Hawkins gritted his teeth and said bitterly, then turned and looked at the tribe not far away, where there were dozens of black people.

   "Okay, Captain!" "Go, kill those man-eating devils!" "Adhering to the will of God, let's go!"

  Everyone picked up their weapons with a yell, regardless of their physical fatigue, and marched aggressively forward.

  Because it was the way home, everyone's speed naturally increased a lot. In less than ten minutes, everyone had already arrived at the tribe.

  The faces of all the people suddenly showed ferocious colors, and they raised their weapons, wanting to fight in again.

   "Don't be impulsive, this time we have to outsmart!" Hawkins stopped everyone's actions in time and said solemnly.

  He looked at the old sailors beside him, they were veterans who had followed their family for many years, and they couldn't be made to make huge sacrifices.

  He looked at the straw houses and had an idea, and said softly:

   "We use fire, torches to set their houses on fire, and burn these devils from **** alive."

  Hawkins stared wide-eyed, his face as ferocious as a devil.

  Next, since they didn't know how many houses were occupied, everyone threw torches one by one to all the thatched huts and set them on fire.

  Afterwards, the fire gradually rose, and thick smoke covered the entire area. Hawkins and others quickly covered their noses to prevent the smoke from choking their noses.

   Then, coughing sounds came from the thick smoke, and then black and white people ran out one by one, and men and women could not be seen clearly.

  Hawkins and others saw one coming out, and they killed one, regardless of men, women, or children.

  One night passed, the sun in the sky began to rise, and the blackness had begun to fall, but there was still a little coolness.

  Beside everyone, there were more than 20 corpses lying motionless.

   "Let's go! Let's go back to the boat and have breakfast!" Hawkins waved his hand, feeling that he would never see another person, so he couldn't help but say.

  Then everyone closed their eyes, their will was a little depressed, and they took heavy steps, and under the sunshine of the morning sun, they headed home.

  Go back to the ship and rest for a day, and replace a few injured sailors, everyone cheers up and continues to set off.

   In this place that the colonists had never visited, Hawkins and others spent more than a month capturing more than 1,500 black slaves.

  As for why there were more than 500 people, this is what the Spaniard Domingo said. Many black people must have died along the way. If you don’t catch more, it won’t be enough for consumption on the road.

Hawkins looked at the overcrowded bottom warehouse. The place that could accommodate up to fifty people at most now accommodates five hundred people. If it continues like this, many people will be squeezed to death if they are not considered sick. .

   In this way, after experiencing some adventures, Hawkins and others finally embarked on a journey to the West Indies.

  There, there are a lot of gold coins waiting for them, waving at them.

   And he, John Hawkins, his name will spread throughout England.

   On the first day of this week, the grades are rubbish, and the author can only cry silently.

  (end of this chapter)