Chapter 1051: Capture and Harvest, Written Conversations Across Continents
"The Lord God bless you! Capture the captives! Capture the captives!!"
"Don't cut their necks, cut their arms! Knock off their weapons, knock them down in the snow, and tie them up with hemp ropes!..."
"L-Law!"
The sky is getting dark, and the clear sunshine is a short-lived song of joy. The coldness of the falling snow is the eternal theme of the snowfield, just like the cold fighting of tribes on this land.
"Witness the Lord God! There are more than twenty people in the Dachun tribe, less than half of whom are warriors with spears and knives. Although they are short, they dare to fight and charge like wolves. They know how to cooperate with each other, and they still have some rules. On the contrary, those with spears and knives The sailors with short swords were tightly packed together like deer, with no room for slashing, and they collapsed in one rush!…”
Snowflakes fall and dance lightly. Exploration captain Zuvalo squatted next to the tall Jurchen horse, and unhurriedly tied up the knocked out horse breeder Suichiro. He saw the main god's golden talisman still clenched in Sukeichiro's hand, smiled helplessly, took it out and gave it to the other party, and put it on his neck.
Then, he stood up with a gloomy expression and watched the thirty heavily armored warriors from the kingdom stepping into the deep snow pit and breaking into the Heguo camp next to the big ship. Immediately afterwards, the warriors of the kingdom wielded spears and copper axes, raised wooden shields, and skillfully captured the tribes in the camp, just like in the jungles of Central America.
"The Lord God bless you! Roar!..."
"Buddha help me! Ah! Uh..."
Samurai captain Shi Jian struck with a shield and a precise kick, knocking Murakami Jitong, the ship leader who came to negotiate, into the snow. Murakami pulled out his short sword, stared fiercely, tried to sit on the snow, and tried to fight to the death.
Another kingdom warrior rushed from the side, picked off Murakami's weapon with a spear, and then knocked the captain of the ship unconscious with a blow to the head. Then, the warrior quickly took out the sisal rope, twisted it up and down, and tied up the unconscious Murakami twice, just like tying up a woodchuck.
"O Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Unexpectedly, I, the Yin family of Ryuzoji Temple, have traveled north and south for decades, and yet I am blinded by gold, and will eventually die here!..."
Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, waved his samurai spear vigorously and moved away in the snow, with a look of despair and unwillingness on his face! He is a direct descendant of the Wu family, and his martial arts skills are indeed good. But in front of two or three heavily armored warriors, they could only defend and dodge, and were forced to retreat step by step.
Soon, the warrior captain Shi Jian strode over, rushed forward with his shield, and blocked Watanabe's retreat. Then, three bronze spears came at the same time. One poke and two picks took away Watanabe's spear. Watanabe wanted to pull out his sword and resist, but Shi Jian grinned, gave him a heavy shield, and knocked him down on the snow. A moment later, like a dying crocodile, Watanabe was pinned down in the snow by two samurai, and his hands were tightly tied, leaving only a cry of reluctance.
"Let me go! Bodhisattva! I can't die here! I...I surrender to your leader!...Uh! Uh!..."
Watanabe, who kept shouting, was knocked unconscious by the samurai with two sticks. More heavy armor from the kingdom poured into the camp, divided into two teams and captured the prisoners.
There were only nine remaining Japanese warriors, but they formed a spear formation and resisted to the end. At this time, Yamabe's Usagi finally reacted. Although he didn't understand why they suddenly started fighting after a good conversation, he still led the archers to quickly move forward to support Kaibu's allies.
"Swish, swish!..."
A round of sharp bone arrows passed by, and two of the nine Japanese warriors were shot dead on the spot, while the remaining seven were also injured. The kingdom's heavily armored warriors all pounced on them, knocking all seven of them to the ground and tying them all up.
Seeing the kill of his ally, Zuvalo frowned slightly, but he didn't take it seriously. He just nodded towards Mtu who was shooting the arrow. Then, he looked to the other side and saw that all nine North Korean sailors had thrown away their weapons and were kneeling on the ground, tied into a string by the heavily armored soldiers. The shipwright in the middle, Jin Shanshu, was crying so hard that his nose and tears were frozen on his collar, and he couldn't stop pleading.
"The Bodhisattva in white who saves the suffering! Save me, save me! I don't want to be eaten, don't fall into the animal realm... Wuwu! Don't eat me, I'm old and useless, not tasty... I... I am a Carpenter, I can do carpentry work for you and make you a sled!…”
"Haha! Praise the Lord God! I captured nineteen prisoners on the big ship, and not one of them escaped. It was really easy! I tied them all up, and gave some medicine to the injured prisoners. I can't survive it. , it can only be dedicated to the Lord God... Haha! The Lord God witnesses! The materials in this camp, this five-masted ship, are ours from now on!..."
The kingdom's brief raid lasted only a moment, and the outcome of the Heguo camp was decided. Zuvalo blew the wind and snow in his face with a proud smile on his face. He has always been flexible in his bottom line, and along with Yamabe, he tasted the sweetness of fighting in the North. Now, in this unconstrained snowfield, he finally let go of his hands and feet and awakened into a cunning and ferocious snow wolf!
Faced with this big ship, three big horses, and so many supplies and tribes from far away, Zuvalo naturally refused to let them go! The so-called trading of gold is just to confirm the origin of the Ship Tribe according to His Majesty's prophecy, to get the hard-won horses safely into hand, and then to paralyze the other side's warriors.
"Haha! Blessed by the Lord God! There are big ships, and naturally there are shipwrights who accompany them. There are horses, and there are horse breeders who can raise horses. There are also sailors who sail, knowing the details of the distant sea... Well, after searching the camp, we will finish reading After everything has been harvested, I will make further inquiries!…”
Soon, exploration captain Zuvalo took a few warriors and carefully inspected the supplies found in the camp. He first looked at the two storage cellars. One was filled with all kinds of fine furs and unspeakable herbal roots, which made him frown.
In another cellar there were bags of grain and frozen venison. There are two main types of staple food, one is yellow and the other is white, both come in grains, which Zuvalo has never seen before. In addition to the two staple foods, there are also the two kinds of yellow and white beans I just saw, as well as some strange-smelling jar pickles. Of course, there were still a dozen jars of fragrant wine in the cellar, but it was far less than he expected.
"The skins of fox, marten, deer, rabbit, wolf and bear, herbs with beards, two staple foods and beans, as well as strange pickles, more than a dozen jars of very fragrant water and wine...witnessed by the Lord God! It seems to be a large farming tribe in the south , sent a merchant ship to buy furs from the Northland?..."
Zuvalo touched his chin and was silent in thought. He continued to search the tents in the camp, and first found many iron tools in the innermost tent. Among them are iron pots and kettles for daily use, as well as iron knives and spears for fighting. The number of iron weapons alone was more than a hundred, which obviously exceeded the number of people in the camp. They seemed to be a kind of trading product on the ship.
"Lord God! How come they have so many iron tools and are able to trade them?... A large farming tribe in the south that is rich in iron tools?... Hey! What is this, the wooden sign of the god they believe in?..."
Zuvarro squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden plaques of gods and Buddhas carved by the gold boat builders, as well as some small statues of Bodhisattvas, and frowned and thought for a while.
There are several wooden statues, and the images of the gods on them are all different, some are male and some are female, and their expressions are slightly smiling. At the same time, these gods generally seem to have many hands, holding different weapons or instruments in their hands, and there are many circular outlines on their heads behind their backs.
"These are the gods that the Ship Tribe believes in? Well...the gods with many hands...could they be the God of War clan who are good at fighting?..."
Zuvalo scratched his head and thought for a while, and finally came to one conclusion: These big ship tribes are very good at painting and engraving. The paintings and sculptures are lifelike and seem to be much more detailed than the abstract portraits of the Alliance.
"Interesting, really interesting! Witness the Lord God! If we can capture an outstanding painter and send him back to the kingdom to paint and carve a brand new statue of the god, he will surely make the bright and talented priests in the capital very happy! ...Ah! The Lord God will definitely do the same. Please be satisfied with my piety and forgive me for my minor mistakes before!…”
Zuvalo's eyes flashed for a moment, then he clapped his hands and asked the warriors to pack up all the trophies. He sent several more men to take a closer look at the five-masted ship, which was covered with snow and frozen on the glacier. And he himself slowly walked to the two captured captains.
"The Lord God bless us and grant us a generous victory! How are the two captives doing?"
"Praise the Lord God! Captain, they kept shouting at first. I beat them with a rattan stick for a while, but now they are all honest and don't dare to say a word!..."
"Um...it didn't hit any vital points, right?"
"No! Witness the Lord God! Captain, I am a veteran at capturing prisoners. What could go wrong? The rattan stick is not fatal, but the beating hurts. If you dip it in pepper water, it will be an excellent way to tame prisoners..."
"Well, don't worry! We have to take these prisoners south, and the journey ahead is still long... As long as they don't make trouble... I'll talk to them first!..."
"Yes! Captain!"
With a simple smile on his face, Zuvalo looked at the two captured captains. The ship's leader Murakami Kitichi and the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi were both beaten with bruises on the nose and face, and sat in the snow with their heads bowed. They were disarmed and had their wrists and ankles tied, desperately awaiting their next fate. When he saw Zuwaro walking over, Murakami Jitong's eyes suddenly widened and he cursed angrily.
"Damn it! You are like a wolf, a despicable sneak attack Lu Yi! First you use gold to deceive people and our horses, and then you sneak attack for no reason! ... Buddha! You must not die a good death, and you will be like an animal after death. of!…"
"Murakami-kun, please stop swearing and don't anger the leader of the Lu Yi! Look over there, they are treating the wounded prisoners... I don't think they necessarily want to kill us!... Hachiman Bodhisattva protects me! We must not die here silently like a dog!..."
"Witness the Lord God! You two captains of the big ship, although we have captured you, in this cold Arctic land, blood freezes when it flows out... We are not planning to hold any sacrifices!..."
Zuvalo smiled, squatted in front of the two of them, and said a few words of comfort. But it was obvious that there was a language barrier and neither of them understood a word.
"Well... you don't understand my words... It doesn't matter! God bless you! You are also using the words inspired by the kingdom's gods..."
With a smile on his face, Zuvaro took out an account book, but it was the details of the Northland transactions recorded by Masumi Watanabe, a monk soldier, for the great businessman Morino Kiyoshi.
"Ginseng? Twenty boxes of... horses? Three... furs, thirty-two bundles of... placer gold, three pounds..."
Zuvalo blinked. He didn't understand what ginseng was, nor did he know the meaning of horse, but he could roughly guess it. The alliance's text is based on Chinese characters, supplemented by localized kana and new characters, and can still be communicated with countries in the Chinese character cultural circle...
After looking at it for a moment, Zuvalo threw the account book aside. Then, he stretched out his finger and wrote a few simple square words on the snow while Murakami and Watanabe looked at each other in shock.
"Listen to me and live!...Don't listen! Sacrifice to God!..."
"This...what is this? Watanabe...this seems to be something the head of the family can write?..."
Seeing this familiar line of text, Murakami opened his eyes wide and stared at it for a while. It's a pity that he always sees that character, but he doesn't recognize it... He was born as a village samurai in the Ezo region, and he can recognize at most a few Japanese kana. Except for "Amitabha", he doesn't recognize the Chinese characters commonly used by the upper class of the Japanese nation at all.
"O Buddha! Listen to you...can you live?...Don't listen...dedicate it to God?...What is this word? The bottom is a person, the top is a heart, and the right is a dagger...Ah! Use the dagger to dig out the heart and hold it above your head. To God!…”
Next to Murakami, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi read the words on the snow with a look of disbelief. He is a direct descendant of the Wu family and has studied Buddhist scriptures in the temple. Naturally, he is familiar with Chinese and has profound attainments. And when he looked at the unique Mexica word "sacrifice" written by the other party, after thinking about it for a moment, his heart trembled and he felt chilled all over...
But after a moment, Watanabe Masumi suddenly reacted. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was filled with confusion. He looked at the sincere leader Lu Yi in front of him, as if ten thousand horses were galloping through his heart. This barbarian leader who appeared on a reindeer sleigh thousands of miles away in the Far North actually wrote a sentence in Chinese in front of him, stroke by stroke? ! …
"Buddha! You! You?...Aren't you Lu Yi?...Are you a Kazuto?! No, you don't know how to talk...could it be that you are?!..."
Watanabe Masumi's eyes widened and he shouted incoherently for a while. He wanted to reach out and write, but he couldn't lift it. After Zuvaro gave instructions, a warrior held the ax vigilantly and untied the rope from Watanabe's hand. As soon as Fang untied it, Watanabe threw himself on the snow and wrote the same line of square characters with trembling fingers.
"Wait, are you a Japanese? A Korean? A Jiaozhi? Or a Tang Dynasty?"
"Um?…"
Seeing this line of words and seeing these southern tribes that appeared in His Majesty's prophecy, Zuvalo's face was filled with joy and the corner of his mouth raised a smile. The tribes of these big ships are indeed from the south! He pondered for a moment and then wrote down an answer.
"We are waiting for you, it's Jiao Man! He comes from the east of the sea, 20,000 miles away..."
"Ah! Jiao Man? Twenty thousand miles east of the sea?!...Buddha! Is this true or false?...With such a long distance, which of the thirty-six overseas countries is it? Or which of the four continents is it? …”
Seeing this unexpected answer, Watanabe Masumi's eyes widened, and his mind was completely at a loss. Seeing the surprise in Watanabe's eyes, Zuvalo smiled and did not explain anything. He just continued to write a line of text and asked the captain who could communicate through writing.
"Where are you from? Straight women? North Korea? And? Ming Dynasty?..."
The north wind blows snow, burying the coldness and chill of the snowfield. Watanabe Masumi pursed his lips and stared solemnly at the question on the snow in front of him, thinking about the disputes and murderous intentions that might be hidden behind the question.
"Buddha! Grant me the enlightenment of enlightenment! The Jiao Man from 20,000 miles east of the sea? Why do you appear here and speak Chinese?..."
The monk warrior Masumi Watanabe stared at him for a long time, and then looked at Zuwaro who looked expectant. He was at a loss and could not judge anything. He pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth hard, then lowered his head, and wrote... "and" on the cold snow.