Chapter 1497 If You Can’t Win, You Have to Kneel Down!
"Listen to my orders! Fasten your crotch balls, put on your fighting helmet, don't rush in like a wild boar!"
The setting sun casts off the rays of light on the water, and the reeds trail the halo of light on the shore. The official Shiba Zhenwei stepped on the solid ground, but a strong uneasiness surged in his heart, drifting like a lonely boat in the sea. Wearing a helmet with the image of a Buddhist Tengu, he opened his mighty eyes and looked hard into the woods deep on the shore.
At this moment, he was so hopeful that a mountain Tatar ambush would really appear in the sparse forest of Ezo Mountains, verifying his uneasy intuition that he had been fighting for many years. And as long as a group of Shantao tribe showed up, he could justifiably declare a retreat immediately and return to the safety of the Guan ship. Unfortunately, he waited and waited for a long time, but didn't see anything. All the unknowns seem to be just like what Master Juehui said, they are illusions caused by his lack of Dharma and inner fear...
"Boom! Boom!..."
"Exterminate demons, defend the Tao, and protect the righteous Dharma!"
"Seize the gold and offer it to Buddha!"
The sound of urging war drums sounded on the Guan ship behind them. Stimulated by faith and gold, the monk soldiers shouted fanatically, like wild boars that were unruly and uncontrollable. Even though these monk soldiers were trained by him personally, they were still devout disciples of the Tiantai Sect rather than samurai retainers of the Shiba clan. The official, Shiba Zhenwei, had no choice but to pull the Tengu helmet hard, pointed at the Shantao camp two miles away, and shouted sternly.
"Stay in formation! Steady your steps, get within 200 steps, and then charge according to my order!"
"Boom! Boom!..."
The footsteps of the monk soldiers, following the war drums on the ship, changed from a quick walk to a trot, and then from a trot to a sprint. Soon, the ferocious face of the Shantar people appeared behind the simple fence. And when more than a hundred evil ghost hunters raised their horned bows, the monk soldiers also let out the most fanatical shouts, and charged desperately without restraint!
"Charge! Kill the Buddha's enemy!"
"King Bishamon protects you!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A fierce rain of arrows came quickly, and the first round of sharp arrows from a distance of more than a hundred steps took away the lives of more than a dozen rooftop monk soldiers. However, in the most fanatical atmosphere, death seems to be a shortcut to bliss, which only makes the monk soldiers more manic and brave.
The official Shiba Zhenwei's eyes were alert and his feet slowed down silently. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of monks in robes rushed in front of him, and those shining naginatas rushed straight towards the golden death!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Uh...heh...kill..."
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"kill!…"
The fanatical monk soldiers charged forward, the speed of courage unquestionable. The Shantao archers fired three arrows at the ready, and the monk soldiers rushed forward. The fallen wounded man was still moaning and shouting, and the red-eyed monk roared like a pig. After paying seventy or eighty casualties, the naginata of the vanguard monk soldiers began to chop at the rope fence of the camp. And as long as this small obstacle is broken through, there will be only more than a hundred Buddha enemies left in front of the golden treasure tree!
"For the Lord God, kill!"
Behind the rope fence, Ryuzoji Iehiro's face turned red, holding a spear in both hands, the soul of the samurai family burning. No matter how cunning he had been before, at the moment before the battle, his mind was completely on fire, and only the thought of fighting to the death was left. Unfortunately, the two little fingers he dedicated to the Lord have greatly reduced his martial arts skills. With his current ability, if he really had to face those fanatical and elite monk soldiers, he might no longer have the demeanor of a general from the Wu family, and would just become an ordinary pawn.
"Kill for what?! Withdraw!..."
Zuwaro stretched out his palm and slapped Ryuzoji Iehiro hard on the head. There are so many "conspiracies" before these wars with people. Why is it that when a fight actually breaks out, all that’s left is a “wild boar-like fight to the death”?
Look at the number of "temple guards" on the opposite side, look at the tamaru and naginata equipped by the monk soldiers, and look at the fanatical fighting spirit that is not afraid of death! If we just go up to them and fight in a melee like this, how many of the kingdom's headquarters will be damaged?
"Retreat! Retreat! Return to the ship's barrier!..."
"What? Retreat?!...Retreat to the ship's barrier?..."
Ryuzoji Iehiro's red eyes widened, and his desperate killing intent was shattered by a slap. He looked at the rooftop monk soldiers chopping down the fence in front of him, at the Shantao archer running away beside him, and then at the shining golden tree behind him, and asked in disbelief.
"Master Priest! If we retreat, what will happen to the thousand kilograms of gold on this tree?!..."
"Stupid! I just want them to rob me!..."
Zuvalo stopped explaining, and with the shooters from various ministries, he rushed to the ship barrier on the other side. Mountain target hunters are all too familiar with this flexible retreat. The remaining two hundred warriors of the kingdom were already waiting on the ship's ramparts, raising their bows.
Soon, a burst of fanatical cheers erupted behind the retreating Shantao shooter, accompanied by frantic shouting.
"The fence fell down! The Shantars escaped!"
"The Shantao people were defeated! They were defeated in a single charge!"
"We broke the Shantarian camp!"
The four hundred monk soldiers shouted wildly, rushed through the chopped down fence, and headed straight for the target of this landing, the golden tree in the middle of the camp. The shining golden light was like the most wonderful Buddha's light, illuminating the obsessed faces of all sentient beings, causing the original order of the battle formation to suddenly collapse.
"The Master has an order! Take off the gold and present it to the Buddha!..."
"Treasure tree! Treasure tree! Golden treasure tree!..."
"This is the gold I grabbed! Mine!..."
The monks who arrived first tore at the tree frantically, picking up the heavy gold talismans, hanging them around their necks, and stuffing them into their bodies. The monks who arrived later pushed hard, jumped up to reach the gold talismans on the tree, and even carried ladders to grab them. Soon, the heavy gold, like the chaotic monks, was scattered everywhere. And any one-pound gold talisman, as long as it could be hidden and brought back to Kinki, would be enough for a family of five to eat and drink for a lifetime! …
"This... it's broken already?!..."
The official Shiba Zhenwei opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He was ready for a desperate battle, but he never thought that the Shantar camp would be broken as if it was made of paper?
The monks were only shot with a few rounds of arrows, and before they could fight face to face, the Shantar defenders abandoned the fence of the camp and let them rush into the camp? Even the treasure tree hung with thousands of kilograms of gold, the enemy did not try to hold on, but directly threw it to the monks? The morale of these Shanta tribes is so low that they will collapse at the first touch? No, that's not right! This is a trick, there are still enemies holding bows on the ship fort! …
"Swish, swish, swish!..."
The official Shiba Zhenwei's hair stood on end, and he immediately threw himself into the mud beside him. The sharp heavy arrows brushed past his armor and shot deep into the soil. The sharp Shanta arrow rain attacked again from the ship fort on the coast, shooting at the center of the camp, those Tiantai monks who were in chaos and scrambling for gold. This time, without the protection of the Guanchuan arrow shed, the elite monk army suddenly wailed and screamed!
"Buddha!"
"Save me!..."
"My gold! My eyes!..."
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!..."
Zuwaro climbed up the ship's rampart breathlessly, watching the samurai chief Tami grass who was directing the archery retreat behind the kingdom's warriors. Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the chaotic and wailing monk army under the golden treasure tree in the center of the camp. Many monks, even if they were shot and fell to the ground, still held the golden talisman in their hands tightly, refusing to let go.
"Tsk tsk! These large tribal armies in the south, even the devout temple guards, will be confused by the magic power of gold! Just a thousand kilograms of gold made these fearless warriors in armor fight for each other and become targets for archery!... Your Majesty's prediction is really amazingly accurate!..."
Zuwaro shook his head and sighed, with some sighing emotion. On the other side, Ryuzoji Iehiro was stunned, looking at the gold scattered everywhere, still couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Ah! All this gold, all this money! This is a thousand kilograms of gold, a hundred thousand strings of money!..."
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!..."
The whistling of death flew away, and the brilliant golden light led to the paradise in the west. The two people on the boat didn't know that this "throwing the sky and earth" and causing chaos tactics would be invincible, and it was just a small test. When it comes to the end of the Ming Dynasty more than a hundred years later, this tactic will be truly developed in the hands of the peasant army and become their unique skill to defeat or get rid of the government army! No matter how many times it is used, this unique skill has been tried and tested, and it is impossible for the government army that lacks pay to resist...
"Woo! Woo!..."
The official Shiba Zhenwei dodged the rain of arrows from the Shantars and blew a shrill conch. He shouted with all his might, trying to restrain the monks he trained, and even his voice was hoarse.
"The Buddha is watching you! Put down the gold, put down the gold! The Shantars have not collapsed yet! The Shantars have not collapsed yet!..."
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"Regroup! Attack! Attack the ship fortress that shoots arrows! Yes! Defeat them! Defeat them first, then come back to get the gold!..."
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Four rounds of arrows rained down from the ship fortress, shooting down another hundred monks. The original 500-man Tiantai army, at this time, had not even killed a few Shanta tribes, and there were only less than 300 people left, and most of them were still in chaos.
"Vaishamon Heavenly King guard! Charge! Charge to the ship fortress!..."
The official Shiba Zhenwei desperately reorganized and finally organized nearly a hundred of the most pious elite monks to charge at the ship fortress of the six large ships. Zuwaro looked at this scene in surprise. It was really hard to imagine that under such heavy casualties, the enemy's temple guards could still fight to the death and launch a charge? What an amazing morale! …
"Priest! It's time!..."
On the ship, Samurai Chief Tami Cao turned around and looked at Zuvaro. Zuvaro nodded, and the warriors lifted the thick cloth on the ship, revealing three short bronze tiger-crouching cannons. The black muzzles were facing the nearly 100 charging monks from Tiantai. And each muzzle had already been loaded with a portion of gunpowder and a round of gravel shotgun shells.
"Ignite!"
"Boom boom boom!"
"!!..."
The official Shiba Zhenwei looked terrified, and swiftly fell to the ground again, hiding behind a monk. The whistling gravel rushed over, and at a distance of less than 100 steps, it directly beat the dozen most courageous monks who rushed to the front into blood-spurting sieves. And the last rush of the monks' courage was suddenly interrupted.
"Ah! Buddha! Demon! This is a demon!"
"The demon of Shantaar!..."
"Take the gold and retreat to the ship..."
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The warriors of the kingdom on the ship did not continue to load the tiger squat cannon, but took the opportunity to shoot arrows desperately. The kingdom had too little gunpowder preserved in good condition, and the tiger squat cannon of the three long ships only had this one shot. As for the purpose of this shot, it was not to kill the enemy, but to report the news! ...
"Da Da Da!..."
"Da Da Da!!..."
"Da Da Da!!!..."
Accompanied by three cannon shots, the sound of galloping horses rang out from the eastern forest, and then became faster and faster! The distance of two miles seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and the figures of twenty Jurchen heavy cavalry had already flashed from the sparse woods!
"Ancestors bless you! Ama protect you!..."
"Qila, Qiila! Charge, charge!..."
Halman Chieftain Ali held a blunt instrument bone flower, grinned fiercely, and pointed at the gap in the camp opened by the monks. Twenty Jurchen heavy cavalry howled savagely, like the most ferocious heavy arrows, shooting at the chaotic retreating prey, shooting at the vital points of the "bald vultures"! And behind them, more than a hundred Jurchen warriors wearing armor and carrying bows were running out of the forest to make up the last knife of the hunt!
"Ah! It's the ambush of the Shantars! They finally showed up!..."
"Haha! It's over! We've reached the Sanzu River!..."
At this moment, the official Shiba Shinwei trembled all over, and then he felt relieved. He looked at the Jurchen cavalry rushing towards him, smiled foolishly, and then looked at the Master Juehui on the Guan ship in the distance, whose expression could not be seen clearly, and suddenly drew out his sword.
"Ancestors of the Shiba clan! I will follow you now! From now on, the direct line of the Seiwa Genji Mue family will be protected by future generations... I only hope that the future of the young master Rongdong can fly high on the cliffs of Toshinbo, instead of being imprisoned in the temples of the Tendai sect... Uh!!"
Before the official Shiba Shinwei finished reading, the majestic Tiger Slave Tiger Vanguard, who was already wearing three layers of armor, was the first to kill through the collapsed Tendai monks. Then, he raised his hand and knocked the eye-catching "enemy chief" to his knees on the ground with a bone flower.
"So much nonsense! If you can't win, you have to kneel down!..."
Under the shining golden treasure tree, the tiger slave grinned and stood in front of the slowly falling Shiba Fangguan. At his feet, golden talismans were scattered all over the ground, stained with the blood of the Tiantai monks, like golden lotuses blooming in a pool of blood~~