One Thousand and Fifty One: Capture and Harvest, Written Conversations Across Continents
"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!..."
"Law, law!"
The sky is getting dark, and the clear sunshine is a short-lived song. The coldness of the falling snow is the eternal theme of the snowfield, just like the cold fighting of the 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 in stature, 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!…”
The snowflakes fell and danced lightly. The exploration captain Zuvalo squatted next to the tall Jurchen horse, and unhurriedly tied up the knocked out horse breeder Suichiro. He saw that Suichiro was still clenched in his hands.
The main god's golden talisman smiled helplessly, broke it out and gave it to the other party, wearing it properly around his neck.
Then, he stood up with a faint expression and watched the thirty heavily armored warriors of the kingdom stepping on the deep snow pit and breaking into the Heguo camp next to the big ship. Immediately afterwards, the warriors of the kingdom waved their spears and copper axes,
He raised his wooden shield and skillfully captured the tribesmen in the camp, just like in the jungles of Central America.
"The Lord God bless you! Roar!..."
"Buddha help me! Ah! Uh..."
The samurai captain Shi Jian struck with a shield and a precise kick, and knocked down the negotiating ship, Murakami Jitong, into the snow. Murakami pulled out a short sword, glared fiercely, tried his best to sit on the snow, and returned.
Want to fight to the death.
Another kingdom warrior rushed from the side, picked off Murakami's weapon with a spear pole, and then struck the captain of the big ship unconscious with a blow to the head. Then, the warrior quickly took out the sisal rope and twisted it up and down twice.
The unconscious Murakami was tied up like a groundhog.
"O Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Unexpectedly, I, the Yin family of Ryuzoji Temple, have been wandering north and south for decades, but I am blinded by gold, and I will eventually die here!..."
Watanabe Masumi, a monk warrior, waved the samurai spear with all his strength and moved in the snow. His face showed despair and unwillingness! He was a direct descendant of the samurai family, and his martial arts skills were indeed good. But in front of two or three heavily armored samurai,
But he could only defend and dodge, and was 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 them, one poke and two picks, and he picked up Watanabe's spear.
Let's go. Watanabe still wanted to pull out his sword and resist. Shi Jian grinned, gave him a heavy shield, and knocked him down on the snow. A moment later, Watanabe was pinned down by two samurai like a dying crocodile.
In the snow, my hands were tightly tied, and only the unwilling shouting remained.
"Let me go! Bodhisattva! I can't die here! I...I surrender to your leader!...Uh! Uh!..."
Watanabe, who kept shouting, was beaten 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 fought hard to the end. At this time, Yamabe's Usagi finally came to his senses. Although he didn't understand why they suddenly started fighting after the conversation was going well,
However, he quickly moved forward with his archers to support Kaibu's allies.
“Whoosh whoosh!…”
A round of sharp bone arrows passed by, and two of the nine Japanese warriors were shot dead on the spot. The remaining seven were also injured. The kingdom's heavy-armored warriors all pounced on them, knocking all seven of them down.
The ground and the brain were all tied up.
Seeing the kill of his ally, Zuvalo frowned slightly, but he didn't take it seriously. He just nodded at Mtu who was shooting arrows. Then, he looked to the other side and saw that all nine North Korean sailors had thrown away their weapons.
, 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 good to eat... I... I'm a
Carpenter, I can do carpentry work for you and make sleds for you!…”
"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. They can't survive 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. Zuwaro blew the wind and snow in front of him, with a proud smile on his face. He has always been flexible in the bottom line, and he also followed Yamabe and tried
He has reached the sweet spot of fighting in the North. Now, in this unconstrained snowfield, he finally lets go of his hands and feet and awakens into a cunning and ferocious snow wolf!
Facing this big ship, three big horses, and so many supplies and tribes from far away, Zuvalo naturally refused to let them go! And the so-called trading of gold was just based on His Majesty's prophecy.
Let’s learn about the origin of the Big Boat Tribe, get the hard-won big horse into your hands first, and then paralyze the opponent’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, I will finish reading
After everything has been harvested, I will make further inquiries!…”
Soon, the exploration captain Zuvalo took a few warriors and carefully inspected the supplies found in the camp. He first looked at two storage cellars, one of which was filled with all kinds of exquisite furs.
The herbs grew roots, which made him frown.
In another cellar, there are 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.
He had never seen anything before. In addition to the two staple foods, there were also the two kinds of yellow and white beans he had just seen, as well as some strange-smelling jars of pickles. Of course, there were more than a dozen jars of fragrant wine in the cellar, but it was far more than he expected.
It's less.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The skins of fox, mink, deer, rabbit, wolf and bear, herbs with beards, two kinds of staple food and beans, as well as strange pickles, and more than a dozen jars of very fragrant water and wine
…Witnessed by the Lord God! It seems that a large farming tribe from the south sent a merchant ship to buy furs from the north?..."
Zuvarro rubbed his chin and was silent in thought. He continued to search the tents in the camp. First, he found many iron tools in the innermost tent. Among them were iron pots and kettles for daily use, as well as iron tools for fighting.
Swords and iron spears. 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 trade item on the ship.
"Lord God! How come they have so many iron tools and can they 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?..."
Zuwaro 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 many 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 utensils in their hands.
There are many circular outlines on the head.
"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, and their paintings and sculptures are lifelike. They seem to have much more details 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, the brilliant priests in the capital will be very happy! ...Ah! The Lord God will also do it.
Please be satisfied with my piety and forgive me for my minor mistakes before!…”
Zuvaro's eyes flashed for a moment, then he clapped his hands and asked the warriors to pack up all the trophies. He sent a few more people to the five-masted ship covered in snow and frozen on the glacier to take a closer look.
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! 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, Zuwaro looked at the two captured captains. The captain of the ship, Murakami Kidichi and the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi, were beaten with bruises on the nose and face, and sat in the snow with their heads bowed. Their weapons and wrists were removed.
His ankles were tied, desperately waiting for his next fate. When he saw Zuwaro walking over, Murakami'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, deceive 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!... The great Bodhisattva Hachiman bless us.
!I must not die here silently like a dog!..."
"The Lord God witnesses! You two captains of the big ship, although we have captured you, in this icy Arctic land, blood freezes when it flows out... We are not going to hold any sacrifices!..."
Zuvarro smiled, squatted in front of the two of them, and said a few words of comfort. However, it was obvious that there was a language barrier, and the two of them did not understand 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, Zuvalo 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.
Zuvalo blinked. He didn't understand what ginseng was, nor did he know the meaning of horse, but he could roughly guess it. Is the alliance's text based on Chinese characters, supplemented by localized pseudonyms and new characters?
Able to communicate with countries in the Chinese character culture circle...
After looking at it for a moment, Zuvalo threw the account book aside. Then, he stretched out his fingers and wrote a few simple square characters on the snow under the shocked eyes of Murakami and Watanabe.
"Listen to me and live!...Don't listen! Sacrifice to God!..."
"This is... 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. Unfortunately, he kept seeing that character, but he didn't recognize it... He was a samurai from the village of Ezo, and he could only recognize a few words at most.
This Japanese pseudonym, except for "Amitabha", does not recognize the Chinese language commonly used by the upper class of the Japanese country at all.
"O Buddha! Listen to you...can you live?...Don't listen...dedicate it to God?...What is this word? The bottom is human, the top is 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 Watanabe Masumi read the words on the snow with an expression of disbelief. He is a direct descendant of the samurai family and has studied Buddhist scriptures in the temple. Naturally, he is familiar with Chinese and has a deep attainment. And he looked at it.
What the other party wrote was the unique word "sacrifice" in Mexico. When I thought about it for a moment, my heart trembled and I felt cold all over...
But after a moment, Watanabe Masumi suddenly reacted. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was filled with overwhelming emotions. He looked at the sincere leader of Luyi in front of him, as if ten thousand horses were galloping through his heart. This far north is thousands of miles away.
In addition, the barbarian leader who appeared on a reindeer sleigh actually wrote a sentence in Chinese in front of him?!...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Buddha! You!... You?... You are not Lu Yi?... You are He Ren?! No, you don't know how to talk... Could it be
,Are you?!..."
Watanabe Masumi's eyes widened and he shouted incoherently for a while. He wanted to reach out to write, but couldn't lift it up. After Zuvaro gave instructions, a samurai cautiously held the ax and untied it for Watanabe.
As soon as the rope on his hand was untied, Watanabe threw himself on the snow, and with trembling fingers, he wrote the same line of square characters.
"Hey, are you from He? Are you from Korea? Are you from Jiaozhi? Or are you from Tang Dynasty?"
"Um?…"
Seeing this line of text and seeing these southern tribes that appeared in His Majesty's prophecy, Zuvalo's face was filled with joy and a smile appeared on his lips. These tribes from the big ship are indeed from the south! He pondered for a moment and then wrote down an answer.
"We are the Jiao people! We come 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, Zuvaro smiled and did not explain anything. He just continued.
I wrote 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 her lips and stared solemnly at the question on the snow in front of her, thinking about the disputes and murderous intentions that might be hidden behind the question.
"O 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 soldier Masumi Watanabe stared at him for a long time, and then at Zuwaro who looked expectant. He was at a loss and couldn't judge anything. He pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth hard, then lowered his head and looked at the cold
