Hidden under the pine tree is a large pit as deep as one person, covered with thatch branches and leaves. This is the habitat of two tigers.
Regardless of the Jurchen hunter's dissuasion, Jiang Liu'er climbed into the tiger's den and groped carefully. He found that there were two tiger cubs in the den, both of which were dead. There were several shocking wounds left on their bodies. They must have been the black bear. masterpiece.
"This hole is deep enough that the Rakshasa ghost cannot find it."
Jiang Liuer wiped the blood on his face, exchanged glances with his two companions, and saw that neither Lao Qian nor Alsa had any objections. The three of them did what they said, and immediately went over to carry the bodies of the two teammates over, and buried them together with the bloody tigress in the tiger's den.
The three of them compacted the earth and rocks at the entrance of the cave and spread a layer of pine leaves on top. Only then did they feel at ease.
The savage Jurchen tribe uses the tiger as their totem, and Alsa is a kind man, so he performed a shaman dance for the tigress for free. Give salvation to the souls of the dead. Under the watchful eyes of Jiang Liu'er and Lao Qian, the Jurchen hunter was seen dancing around the big pine tree with bare feet and hair, chanting ancient mantras, translated into Chinese, as follows:
"Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, a tiger cub is still alive, only eat fish and no vegetables, come back, come back, come back."
Jiang Liu'er was already accustomed to the Jurchens' strange powers and chaos. Only Lao Qian and the little tiger cub stared blankly at this half-baked shaman with their mouths wide open.
When Lao Qian saw him dancing with great affection, he suddenly thought of his son who was far away in Kaiyuan. He wondered if his son had recovered from his illness. If his son unfortunately died young, would the civil affairs officials allow his family to invite Taoist priests to come to the house to kill the corpse (similar to the dance master, popular in western Hubei).
For a long time, Kaiyuan has believed in freedom of belief, and the Protector has not interfered with the beliefs of people of all ethnic groups in various places. As long as they do not believe in a cult like the Wenxiang Sect and the White Lotus Sect, it doesn't matter what the people believe.
Of course, after conquering Kyushu Island and becoming the Archbishop of Asia, Ma Shiying, Francis and others, under the instructions of the Protector of the Country, have begun to subtly guide the people to believe in the new doctrine, at least until everyone in the future, before eating, The prayer, which exceeds 300 words, must be recited (in order to avoid readers questioning the narrator’s word count, the prayer is recited here)
In short, shamanism is allowed in Kaiyuan, as is Taoism, not to mention Buddhism.
Maybe there will be fetishism in the future, but I don’t know.
Of course, now is not the time to discuss this issue.
The three of them had been busy for a long time and were already exhausted. Only then did they think of leaving the place quickly.
Jiang Liuer leaned over and said to the little tiger cub:
"You are just as helpless as me, so why not go together."
The little tiger cub was indifferent and opened its mouth wide to eat the delicious dried fish from the Hun River.
The Jurchen hunter curled her lips and said disapprovingly:
"Tiger is a forest god. All gods have names. If you just call it "you", it will definitely ignore you."
Jiang Liuer nodded thoughtfully and asked his two teammates what it should be called.
Alesa then said to the young Han man, you discovered the tiger, so of course you should be the one who named it, and it doesn’t matter if someone else named it.
Jiang Liuer thought what he said made sense. After thinking for a while, he said to the two of them:
"Since I found you under the pine tree, let's call him Panasonic from now on."
So the cub's name became Panasonic.
Jiang Liu'er stretched out his hand to stroke the tiger's beard and pulled it gently. As if he was familiar with it, the little tiger cub bared his teeth and growled.
"Panasonic, let's go."
Matsushita ate the dried fish from Jiangliu'er, circled around the big pine tree twice, then raised his head and screamed, and followed the three of them towards the depths of the valley.
Smoke curled up from the valley, and the Rakshasa camp was hidden in a tall oak forest.
Jiang Liu'er felt that the little tiger was walking too slowly, so he reached out to grab it and put it on his shoulder.
Panasonic suddenly bit the auxiliary soldier's iron-armed hand, and Jiang Liuer smiled and said:
"He's not big, but he has quite a temper."
Jiang Liu'er looked at his two companions and asked them:
“What does Captain Huang mean when he says arson?”
Menghulu Laoqian thought for a while and said uneasily:
"It should be a secret signal, a secret signal to request their reinforcements. The people on the ship will reinforce us when they see the fire,"
The savage Jurchen shook her head and said:
"Let us burn the Rakshasa ghost to death."
The three of them talked while walking. When they were only two miles away from the smoke in the valley, they stopped talking. The Rakshasa ghost was right in front of them, and the time for revenge had come.
They walked further for half a mile until they came to the watchtower in front of the Rakshasa ghost camp.
A high platform was set up on the branch of a tall oak tree, and a Cossack musketeer was dozing off on the branch.
The small river flows through the edge of the oak forest. There are grass sheds set up in various places along the river, like moss growing in the forest. Several Rakshasa ghosts are standing on the riverside to urinate.
"Why are they all shirtless? Aren't they afraid of the cold?"
Lao Qian pointed to the shirtless Cossacks by the river in the distance and asked curiously.
"They are not humans, they are animals, and animals are not afraid of the cold."
Jiang Liuer lowered his head and looked at Panasonic, who was lying at his feet, and added:
"Panasonic, are you cold?"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a blast of firecrackers in the distance. The Jurchen hunter subconsciously shrank his neck and pressed Jiang Liuer's head down at the same time. A piece of lead bullets fell like raindrops more than ten steps in front of the three of them, hitting them hard. Birch trunks were littered with sawdust.
Jiang Liuer hurriedly said:
"Has the Rakshasa ghost discovered us?!"
Alsa looked into the distance and saw a dozen Rakshasa ghosts walking out of the hut, each holding a long-barreled firecracker. Sparks flickered and there was another explosion.
This time the impact point was further away from the three of them. The Jurchen hunter said solemnly:
"No, they're hunting."
Jiang Liuer followed Alsa's hand and saw a wild boar running around in a daze after being hit by a lead bullet. It roared sharply and fell to the ground motionless.
When Jiang Liu'er was in Shenyang, he heard the craftsmen in the workshop mention the red-haired barbarian's heavy matchlock gun, which was very powerful.
The Cossacks have sharp firearms and are not inferior to Kaiyuan's army. To force their way into a camp with hundreds of people with just three people is undoubtedly seeking death.
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