Chapter 2313 - 1637: Yes! Do It Immediately! Do It As Soon As We Dock!

"Commander, you better surrender! What I want, I will naturally take myself! After all, you are an esteemed commander, a Viscount of the Kingdom of Castile. I don't want to harm you! Perhaps, you could be ransomed or rewarded..."

"Oh, by the way! Sorry to tell you this so late, I'm no longer a mercenary of the Kingdom of Castile. Our mercenary contract was terminated when the kingdom failed to pay our wages! And right now, I'm a mercenary of the Kingdom of Portugal, serving the Kingdom of Cuba and the Kingdom of Portugal, to capture these two large ships that can be exchanged for ten pounds, twenty pounds of gold!"

"Hahaha! The generous Kingdom of Portugal has already paid us 45 pounds of gold, right in our packs! That's a whole year's salary, paid in advance, all in gold! Compared to the exceedingly generous Portuguese nobility, you Castilian commander raised by dogs really don't treat us brothers like humans! How about that, didn't expect this day, did you?"

With that, Reinhardt arrogantly patted the heavy pack on his back. Then, he took out a scroll from his bosom, unfurling it before Deputy Commander Antonio! He then admired the commander's haughty face, which changed dramatically like a Gypsy crystal ball, as if savoring the finest wine!

"What? How is this possible! This style and form, is it really a mercenary document from the Kingdom of Portugal?!..."

"Ah! I understand now! Damn it! Almighty! Damn demon! The treacherous Portuguese people betrayed the Almighty, they actually collaborated with the demon's natives! They conspired together, trapping us devout Castilians!"

"So that's it! Our real opponents, behind these barbarians, are actually the Portuguese people! No wonder the barbarians also have gunpowder arrows, know how to use matchlock guns! No wonder the brave and mighty Castilian expeditionary army has reached such a desperate situation today!"

"Merciful Holy Mother! I, Antonio, have never made any mistake in command! I just didn't know who our opponent was, calculated by the cunning Portuguese people, and plotted against by them and the barbarians together!..."

In that brief moment, Deputy Commander Antonio's face first showed shock, disbelief! Then, his entire body erupted with anger, extreme anger against the Portuguese people for betraying the Almighty and harming the brothers of Christ! Finally, it was deep fear, unspeakable fear and despair! He knew such terrible news, once he fell into the hands of the Portuguese people and barbarians, would he have the chance to be ransomed and return alive to the Kingdom of Castile to report?

"No! It shouldn't be this way! I shouldn't end like this... ah! Uh..."

While Antonio was momentarily stunned and speechless, Reinhardt suddenly lunged forward, knocking away the Crusader commander's sword, kicking him to the ground! Then, he stepped forward giggling, grabbed him by the ear, and slapped him hard several times!

"Hehe! Commander, you know what? I've always hated your lousy face! It's you, you bastard dog shit, who always forced us Shenluo mercenaries to die, to become cannon fodder! You never thought of leaving us a way out, did you?"

"Reinhardt! Listen to me! Uh!..."

"Slap! Slap slap!..."

Reinhardt's large hands were like fans, using all his force, he slapped fiercely a dozen times! He knocked out several of Antonio's teeth, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, as he let out painful low whimpers.

"Ah... No! I am a Viscount of the Kingdom... Ah! How dare you humiliate me..."

"Slap! Slap slap!..."

"I beg you... stop hitting me! Stop..."

"Slap! Slap slap!..."

"Haha! Don't talk! I don't want to hear your excuses! If you have anything to say, say it to the warriors of the Cuba Island Kingdom! Tsk tsk, you spread the plague on the island, killed thousands of Taino Natives... Haha! They might chop you up and feed you to the dogs! Just like Commander Columbus did to the natives before... Whew! That was exhilarating!"

Looking at Antonio's bloodied face, Reinhardt exhaled contentedly, dragging this cruel and vicious old thing out of the captain's cabin like a dead dog. Then, he tossed Antonio onto the deck, smiling as he shouted to the mercenaries.

"Look! This was our commander! The commander who ordered us to fight to the death, without retreat!"

"Come! I'm in charge today! If you want revenge, pay one Ducat Gold Coin each! You can hit him anyway you want, as long he doesn't die!"

Hearing their leader's proposition, the mercenaries looked at each other, somewhat speechless. But soon, two mercenaries signed up, laughing.

"Leader! Let us try! We've never beaten a noble Viscount, let alone a commander! But, could you make it cheaper? How about one coin for the two of us?"

"Haha! Fine! I'm happy today, one coin it is!"

Reinhardt laughed, then glanced at the ship's situation. A dozen sailors knelt, tied up, cornered with panic in their tearful faces. And a dozen corpses lay on the deck, veteran captain Baltasar dead without closing his eyes! This stern captain was almost as skilled as Reinhardt; if they'd really fought armored one-on-one, even if he could ultimately win, he'd surely be injured! But in this unexpected sneak attack, the captain didn't even let out a sound before dying like a dog...