Chapter 1,497 If you can’t beat him, you have to kneel down!
"Listen to my orders! Fasten your crotch balls, put on your 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. Shouguan Shiba Zhenwei stepped on the solid ground, but a heavy uneasiness surged in his heart, drifting like a lonely boat in the sea. He wore the Buddhist Tengu
He wore a vivid helmet and widened his mighty eyes, gazing hard into the woods deep on the shore.
At this moment, he hoped so much that an ambush of Shantaru people would really appear in the sparse forest of Ezo Mountain, which would test his uneasy intuition of years of fighting. And as long as a group of Shantao tribe showed up, he would be justified.
Yes, declare immediately
Bu retreated and returned to the safe ship. Unfortunately, he delayed and waited for a long time, but did not see any signs of trouble. All the unknowns seemed to be, as Master Juehui said, an illusion 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 him. Stimulated by faith and gold, the monk soldiers shouted fanatically, like wild boars that were manic and uncontrollable. Even though these monk soldiers were trained by him, their
The background is that he is still a devout disciple of the Tiantai Sect, not a samurai retainer 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 sharply.
"Keep the formation! Steady your steps, get within 200 steps, and then listen to my order to charge!"
"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 the trot to a sprint. Soon, the ferocious faces of the Shantar people appeared behind the simple fence. And when more than a hundred evil ghosts
The mountain hunter raised his horned bow, and the monk soldiers also let out the most fanatical shouts, and charged to the death without restraint any longer!
"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, which was more than a hundred steps away, took away the lives of more than a dozen rooftop monks. However, in the most fanatical atmosphere, death seemed to be a shortcut to bliss.
, it just made the monk soldiers more manic and brave.
The official Shiba Shinwei'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 the shining naginata rushed straight towards the golden death!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Uh...heh...kill..."
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"kill!…"
The fanatical monk soldiers charged forward, and there was no doubt about the speed of their courage. The Shantao archers fired three arrows before the battle, and the monk soldiers rushed forward. The fallen wounded were still moaning and shouting, and the red-eyed monks let out a pig-like roar. After spending seven days, the monk soldiers rushed forward.
After eighty casualties, the naginata of the vanguard monk soldiers began to slash at the rope fence of the camp. As long as this small obstacle was broken through, there would only be more than a hundred Buddhas seeking death in front of the golden treasure tree.
Enemy!
"For the Lord God, kill!"
Behind the rope fence, Ryuzouji Iehiro's face turned red, he held a spear in both hands, and his martial soul was burning. No matter how cunning he had been before, at the moment before the battle, his mind was completely on fire.
, only those left to fight to the death
Thoughts. Unfortunately, the two little fingers he dedicated to the Lord God have greatly reduced his martial arts. With his current ability, if he really wants to face those fanatical and elite monk soldiers, I am afraid that he will no longer have the demeanor of a martial general and will only be an ordinary person.
The addition of a pawn.
"Kill what to kill?! Withdraw!..."
Zuwaro stretched out his palm and slapped Ryuzoudera Iehiro hard on the forehead. There were so many "conspiracies" before the fight. How come when the fight actually ended, there was only 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 with such bravery and fight in a melee, we will lose our lives.
How many kingdoms are there?
"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 monk soldiers on the rooftop who were chopping down the fence in front of him, and at the Shantao shooter who was running away next to him.
, then looked at the shining golden tree behind him, and asked in disbelief.
"Master Priest! If we retreat, what will happen to the thousand pounds of gold on this tree?!..."
"Stupid! Just let them snatch it!..."
Zuvarro no longer explained, and with the archers from each department, he rushed to the ship barrier on the other side. The mountain tarr hunters were all too familiar with such a flexible retreat. And the remaining two hundred kingdom warriors had already
They stood ready on and off the ship's ramparts, raising the warrior's bow.
Soon, a burst of fanatical cheers erupted from behind the retreating Shantao archers, accompanied by frantic shouting.
"The fence is down! The mountain tartars have escaped!"
"The Shantao people were defeated! They were defeated in one 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 light, illuminating the obsessed faces of all living beings.
The originally orderly battle formation suddenly collapsed.
"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 monk soldiers who arrived first tore at the tree frantically, picked out the heavy golden talisman, hung it around their necks, and stuffed it into their trunks. The monk soldiers who arrived later pushed hard and jumped up to reach the golden talisman on the tree.
, even carrying a ladder to go
Soon, the heavy gold was scattered everywhere like the chaotic monk soldiers. And any gold charm weighing one pound, 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.
expense!…
"This...is this broken?!..."
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 fight, but how could he have imagined that the camp of the Shantar people would be broken as soon as it was made of paper?
The monk soldiers were only shot with a few rounds of arrows. Before they could engage in close combat, the Shantao defenders abandoned the fence of the camp and allowed them to rush into the camp? Even the treasure tree hung with thousands of kilograms of gold was not tried to hold on.
One or two, but directly thrown to the monk soldiers? The morale of these Shanta tribes is so low that they will collapse at the first touch? No, no! This is a trick, there are enemies with bows on the ship barrier!…
“Whoosh whoosh!…”
The hair on the head of the official Sibo Zhenwei stood up, and he immediately threw himself into the mud beside him. The sharp and heavy arrows grazed his armor and shot deeply into the soil. The sharp rain of Shantao arrows came from the coast.
Another attack came from the boat ramparts on the side, shooting at the chaotic rooftop monk soldiers in the center of the camp, fighting for gold. This time, without the protection of the ship's arrow shed, a wailing scream suddenly sounded from the elite monk soldier army.
Call!
"Buddha!"
"Help me!..."
"My gold! My eyes!…"
“Whoosh whoosh!…”
Panting, Zuvalo climbed onto the ship's ramparts and watched as the warrior leader Tamicao, who was directing the archery, retreated behind the kingdom's warriors. Then, he squinted his eyes and looked at the chaotic and wailing scene under the golden tree in the center of the camp.
The strength of the monk soldiers. Even if many monk soldiers were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, they still clutched the golden talisman in their hands and refused to let go.
"Tsk tsk! These large tribal armies in the south, even the devout temple guards, will be confused by the power of gold! Just one thousand kilograms of gold, let these fearless warriors in armor fight each other to form a ball.
It has become an archery target!… His Majesty’s prediction is so amazingly accurate!…”
Zuwaro shook his head and sighed, feeling a little sad. On the other side, Ryuzoji Iehiro was dumbfounded. Looking at the gold scattered everywhere, he still couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Ah! These golds, these money! This is a thousand pounds of gold, a hundred thousand guan of money!..."
“Whoosh whoosh!…”
The roar of death flew away, and the brilliant golden light led to the bliss of the west. The two people on the ship's rampart did not know that this kind of "throw of the universe" caused chaos in the art of war, which was detrimental to all directions. It was just a small trial at the moment.
A bull's-eye. Wait until it's more than a hundred
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, this tactic would really flourish in the hands of the peasant army and become a unique skill for them to defeat or get rid of the official army! No matter how many times it is used, this trick will always work, and the official army who is short of pay cannot resist it.
…
"Woo! Woo woo!..."
The official, Sibo Zhenwei, avoided the rain of arrows from the Shantar people and blew the shrill conch. He shouted with all his strength and tried hard to restrain the monk soldiers he had trained, and even his voice became hoarse from shouting.
"Buddha is watching you! Put down the gold, put down the gold! The Shantar people have not collapsed yet! The Shantar people have not collapsed yet!…"
"Regain your strength! Attack! Attack the archery ship fortress! Yes! Defeat them! Defeat them first, then come back and get the gold!…"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Four rounds of arrows rained down from the ship's ramparts, shooting down about a hundred monk soldiers. The original five-hundred-strong Tiantai army had not even killed a few Shantao tribes at this time.
, there were less than three hundred people left, and most of them were still in chaos.
"King Bishamon protects! Charge! Charge towards the ship barrier!..."
Fang Guan Shiba Zhenwei desperately regrouped, and finally organized nearly a hundred of the most devout elite monks to charge towards the ramparts of six large ships. Zuvalo looked at this scene in surprise. It was hard to imagine that in such a situation with such heavy casualties,
Under such circumstances, the enemy's temple guards were still able to fight to the death and launch a charge? What an amazing morale!…
"Master Priest! It's time!..."
On the ship's barrier, the warrior chief Tamicao turned around and looked at Zuvarro. Zuvarro nodded, and the warriors lifted the thick cloth on the ship's barrier, revealing three short bronze tiger squatting cannons. The black
The muzzles of the cannons were facing the charging Rooftop Monk Soldiers. Each muzzle had already been filled with a portion of gunpowder and a round of gravel shot.
"ignition!…"
"Boom boom boom!..."
“!!…”
Fang Guan Shiba Zhenwei looked frightened, and quickly threw himself on the ground again, hiding behind a monk soldier. The whistling gravel hit, and directly hit the dozen or so bravest charging warriors at a distance of less than a hundred steps.
The monk soldiers at the front were beaten into a sieve of blood spurting out. And the monk soldiers' last courageous charge was suddenly interrupted.
"Ah! Buddha! Demon! This is a demon!"
"The demon of Shantao!..."
"Take the gold and withdraw to the ship..."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The Kingdom warriors on the ship rampart did not continue to load the Crouching Tiger Cannon, but just took the opportunity to shoot arrows desperately. The Kingdom's well-preserved gunpowder was too little, and only this one shot was loaded in the three longships' Crouching Tiger Cannon. As for this shot
The purpose of the cannon is actually not to kill the enemy, but...to report news!…
“Da da da!…”
“Da da da!!…”
“Da da da!!!…”
Accompanied by the sound of three cannons, the sound of galloping horse hooves sounded from the mountains and forests to the east, and then became faster and faster! The distance of two miles seemed to flash by in the blink of an eye, and twenty Jurchen heavy riders
The figure has already emerged from the sparse woods!
"Ancestors bless you! Amma protects you!..."
"Zilla, Zilla! Charge, charge!..."
The Harman chief Ali held a blunt weapon, grinned fiercely, and pointed at the gap in the camp opened by the monk soldiers. Twenty Jurchen heavy cavalry howled savagely, like the most ferocious heavy arrows, shooting at the chaotic retreating
The prey is shot at the vital points of the "bald vultures"! And behind them, more than a hundred Jurchen warriors wearing armor and carrying bows are running from the forest to make up for the last blow of the hunt!
"Ah! It's an ambush from the Shantar people! They finally appeared!..."
"Haha! It's over! Santuchuan has arrived!..."
At this moment, Fang Guan Sibo Zhenwei trembled all over, and then felt relieved. He looked at the Jurchen cavalry running towards him, smiled foolishly, and then looked at the distant Master Juehui on the boat, whose expression could not be seen clearly.
Suddenly he pulled out his sword.
"Ancestors of the Shiba clan! I will follow you right away! From now on, the direct descendants of the Qinghe Minamoto family and the Wuwei family will be guarded by future generations... I only hope that the young master Rongdong can fly high on the cliffs of Dongxunfang in the future.
Instead of being imprisoned in the Tiantai Sect's temple... ugh!!..."
Before the official Siba Zhenwei finished reciting, the majestic Hunuhu Vanguard, already wearing three layers of armor, was the first to kill the collapsed monk soldiers on the rooftop. Then, he raised his hand and killed the eye-catching "enemy chief" with a flick of his hand.
, he fell to his knees on the ground.
"So much nonsense! If you can't beat me, you have to kneel down!..."
Under the shining golden treasure tree, the tiger slave grinned ferociously and stood in front of the slowly falling official Si Bofang. Under his feet, golden golden talismans were scattered on the ground, soaked with the blood of the rooftop monk soldiers, just like
Blossoming golden lotuses blooming in the blood pool~~