Chapter 1048 The Spring and Autumn Warriors in Tang Paintings, the Request for Changing Horses

"Lord God, it's really a big five-masted ship! Although it's not as big as the Big Snow Wolf, it has three decks and so many masts, so it looks very complicated... Eh! There don't seem to be many tribes in the camp! The clothes they wear The armor is dusty and reflective. It is different from the usual leather armor. It looks like a mixture of iron, leather, and bamboo wood. This kind of armor also seems to be very complicated, and its shape is like a combined bamboo man... Hmm! They The weapons they hold are all iron knives and spears?!..."

"The Lord God testifies! The three warriors with knives and the four-legged beast on the other side, could it be a horse?! Four legs, long, no horns... Ah! Exactly as predicted, it should be a horse!  … What a short warrior, what a tall horse!!..."

After the snow, the sky cleared, the sun slanted to the west, and the sea of ​​ice glowed with golden light. Expedition leader Zuwaro led thirty mountain hunters and thirty kingdom warriors to approach the camp seventy steps away. At this distance, he was able to clearly see the situation in the camp, count the twenty or so tribes in the camp, and clearly see the clothing, armor and weapons of those tribes.

There were less than ten Japanese samurai at the gate of the camp, most of them were not tall, and their faces were full of fierceness that they were trying to show. They were dressed in dusty light armor with a warm leather lining inside. They held iron-headed spears, bamboo and wood bows in their hands, and short swords across their waists.

The North Korean sailors on the inside were also only eight or nine, and they were slightly taller, with obviously nervous and uneasy expressions. They were wrapped in leather armor and leather robes, and in their hands were the short knives on the boat. They were close to each other, like a herd of deer, and they didn't seem to be good at fighting.

On the west side of the camp, there were four or five wounded soldiers, also holding weapons in their hands, but they were obviously unable to move. On the east side of the camp, there are three warriors on horseback, holding a long knife in one hand and the reins of the horse in the other. As if feeling the dignified atmosphere in the camp, those tall horses were obviously a little irritable. They raised their hooves from time to time, neighing in a low voice, and then were appeased by the warrior on horseback.

"Buddha bless! Where did these sleigh-riding tribes come from? They look half like common deer barbarians, all wearing leather wing armor, carrying recurved strong bows, and carrying stone axes .And the other half are actually wearing golden clothes? Could it be a bronze cloth mask?..."

"Ah! The tomahawks in their hands, the spearheads they raised, and the ornaments around their necks are all the gold color of bronze! They are all expensive bronze! ... It's like, it's like walking out of an ancient painting of the Tang Dynasty. The ones that came out, those living ones, are like the warriors of the Tang Dynasty in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States!..."

Dozens of steps away, Fuxing Murakami Jitong stared wide-eyed, looking at the kingdom's bronze armored warrior standing in the forefront. He carefully looked at the other party's attire, surprise, doubt and thought appeared on his uneasy face. And when he finally recognized that those gold-panned armors that looked thick at first glance were mainly made of bronze and supplemented by cloth, the expression on his face instantly became tense!

"My Buddha! It turned out to be a bronze ax and a bronze tool! So much copper...it's all money!!"

Murakami Jitong shouted in his heart, his mood fluctuated obviously. Like the country and the Ming Dynasty, copper coins were used as the most basic currency unit. According to the actual situation, the usual copper coins are 900-1000 Wen, roughly around seven catties. And the armor and weapons of the warriors of the kingdom add up to at least four pennies worth of copper! ...and that's not counting, the cotton cloth which has always been very expensive in Heguo...

The cold wind blows, raising the snow powder. The two teams, who had met thousands of miles away, held their weapons and looked at each other silently at a distance of seventy or eighty steps. And the more you looked at it, the more strange the eyes of the leaders of both sides became, as if they were covered with some other emotions.

"Watanabe-kun, these strange deer parts are all made of ancient bronzes...how should we deal with it?"

"Murakami-kun, there are a lot of them, and they have sleds and strong bows... It's better to lower your posture as much as possible and have a friendly talk with the other party!..."

The monk soldier Watanabe Masumi looked solemnly, staring at the opposing warrior leader. Those heavy bronze armors and sharp bronze weapons are all real guys who can fight in battle! There were thirty heavy armored warriors and thirty tribal archers on the opposite side, and there were only about twenty people in the camp. The Korean sailors were not even counted as ashigaru, and they couldn't fight at all...

"Hachiman Bodhisattva blesses you! Go get some wine and send it to their leader. These tribes on the extreme north coast like wine the most!..."

"Okay! Buddha blesses me, I will do it myself!..."

Murakami Jitong nodded, took a jar of rice wine in his arms, and walked out of the camp. In front of everyone, he first put down the gun in his hand, indicating that there was no hostility. Then, he stepped forward more than ten steps, placed the wine jar in the center of the teams of both sides, and patted off the paper and mud seal to let the strong aroma of wine waft out. In the end, he bowed deeply, and stepped back carefully under the bow and arrow aimed at by the mountain hunters.

"Huh? Is this...a gesture of goodwill?"

Seeing the performance of the opponent's leader, the exploration captain Zuvaro came back to his senses. After he pondered for a moment, he made the warriors lower their weapons, and the hunters lowered their bows and arrows. Afterwards, he asked the warrior Xiong Da to bring back the wine jar, smelled the familiar scent of wine made from something unknown, and nodded slightly.

"Witness of the Lord God! The tribes who came in the big boat, we came here this time to trade! We want to change horses!..."

Expedition leader Zuwaro, wearing a cloth mask, took Shi Jian and a few warriors of the kingdom, stepped forward 20 to 30 steps, and shouted at the camp. And listening to this language that he had never heard before, Funamori Murakami Jitong hesitated for a while, and looked at the monk Watanabe Masumi.

"Watanabe-kun, the gods and Buddhas have appeared! Your suggestion has worked, and the other party seems to be able to talk... Do you want to come forward with me?"

"Okay! Blessed by the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Be careful. The other party has brought so many people from such a distance, I am afraid that what they want will definitely not be less..."

The two whispered a few words, and brought two or three Japanese warriors forward. In this way, the leaders of both sides met at the gate of the camp, both curious and wary of each other. Of course, Zuwaro brought many people, and his eyes were more curious. Murakami Jitong was at a disadvantage, so he was more vigilant, and looked at the copper ax on the waist of the warrior of the kingdom from time to time.

"Buddha blesses! This leader of the deer department, what do you want?..."

"God bless you! The leader of the big ship, your horses, four-legged horses, how do you change them?..."

"Eh? What do you want? Over there? Riding? Four legs? Running? . . . Ah! You want a horse!"

"That's right! That's the one over there, the three big horses!"

When the two sides met for the first time, they couldn't understand the language, so they could only rely on gestures. It took a while for Murakami Jitong to understand Zuvaro's request. He looked surprised, these deer department with reindeer, wolf dogs and sleds, would take a fancy to the horses in their camp?

"Watanabe-kun, what should we do now? These horses are going to be brought back and dedicated to the patriarch Xin Guanggong!"

"Mr. Murakami, since you are sheltering from the rain under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head... That big Jurchen horse is really rare, so I can only hand over two snow horses..."

"Ah! Indeed..."

Murakami Jitong pursed his lips, looked at Zuvaro, pointed to the two shorter Yakut snow horses, and signaled that they could be traded. Afterwards, Murakami Jitong yelled a few words. The horse breeder Suichiro led a white snow horse over.

"Buddha's testimony! The leader of the deer department, can you take a look at this horse?"

"The lord god bless! Ah! I finally found the prophesied horse for His Majesty who is inspired by God!..."

Zuvaro endured the excitement in his heart, and his body trembled slightly. He stretched out his hand excitedly, stroking the more docile snow mare. He felt the thick soft horse hair and the curve of the horse's back suitable for riding, and the smile on his face couldn't help but bloom!

After a long while, he withdrew his hand reluctantly, looked at the nervous He Guo people in front of him, and continued to point in the direction of the stable.

"Supreme Lord God, guide me! Leader of the big ship, your horses are very good, very good! I want all three of these horses!..."

Zuwaro swiped his palm in a circle and made a "I want it all" gesture. Afterwards, he took a closer look, Murakami Jitong had a tense and ugly expression, and his eyes flickered deeply. After pondering for a while, he took off the golden talisman of the Sun Hummingbird around his neck, which seemed heroic, and handed it to the other party's palm.

"Witness of the Lord God! Haha! Leader of the big ship, I don't want to take your horse for nothing... This golden amulet of the Lord God is what I can trade for a horse!..."