The sun set, and the Taino village was no longer peaceful. In the vast sea breeze, there was the scent of blood and the smell of gunpowder. At this moment, two armed parties with entirely different beliefs, hardly qualifying as armies, met across thousands of miles at the eastern end of Long Island in Cuba, engaging in a sudden battle!
"Fire!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Amid Francisco Pinzon's shout, over 20 matchlock guns fired one after another, aiming at the village center more than a hundred paces away. Following that, these lead bullets accurately bypassed all the Taino spear bearers, aimlessly hitting the longhouse and the huts, stirring up a large cloud of choking dust and grass!
