"Lord God, it's such a big five-masted ship! Although it's not as big as the Snow Wolf, it has three decks and so many masts. It looks very complicated... Hey! There don't seem to be many tribes in the camp! They are wearing The armor is dusty and reflective. It is different from the common leather armor. It looks like a mixture of iron, leather and bamboo wood. This kind of armor seems to be also very complicated, shaped like a combined bamboo man... Hmm! They The weapons we hold are all iron knives and spears?!..."
"Witness the Lord God! The three sword-wielding warriors over there are riding four-legged beasts. Could they be horses?! Four legs, long, without horns... Ah! It's exactly the same as the prophecy, so it must be a horse! ... What a short warrior, what a tall horse!!…”
The snow has passed and the sky is clear, the sun tilts towards the west, and the ice sea glows with golden light. Exploration captain Zuvalo led thirty mountain hunters and thirty kingdom warriors to approach the camp seventy steps away. From this distance, he could clearly see the situation in the camp. He could clearly count the twenty or so tribes in the camp, and he could also clearly see the clothes, armor and weapons of those tribes.
There were less than ten Japanese warriors at the entrance of the camp. Most of them were not tall, and their faces were full of fierceness that they tried hard to show. They wore dusty Tamaru light armor on the outside and a warm leather lining on the inside. They held iron-tipped spears, bamboo and wood spears and bows in their hands, and they also had short swords across their waists.
There were also only eight or nine North Korean sailors inside. They were slightly taller and looked obviously nervous and uneasy. They were wrapped in leather robes and held daggers from the ship in their hands. They were close to each other, like a herd of deer, and they seemed not to be good at fighting.
On the west side of the camp, there were four or five wounded soldiers, also holding weapons in their hands, but they were obviously unable to move. On the east side of the camp, there were three warriors on horseback, holding a long sword in one hand and the horse's reins in the other. As if feeling the solemn atmosphere in the camp, the tall horses were obviously a little agitated. From time to time they would raise their hooves and neigh lowly, and then be calmed down by the knights on horseback.
"Buddha bless you! Where did these sled-driving tribes come from? They look half like the common deer barbarians. They all wear leather armor and wing armor, carry powerful recurved bows on their backs, and carry stone axes. . And the other half of them are actually wearing golden armor? Could it be bronze cloth armor?..."
"Ah! The battle axes they held, the spearheads they raised, and the ornaments around their necks were all bronze-gold! They were all expensive bronze!... It was like, it was like something from an ancient Tang Dynasty painting. Those who came out were like those living Tang warriors from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!..."
A few dozen steps away, Murakami Jidong, the ship's commander, stared at the Kingdom's bronze-armored warriors standing at the front with wide eyes. He looked at the other party's outfit carefully, surprise, doubt and consideration appearing on his uneasy face. And when he finally recognized that those thick golden armors, which looked thick at first glance, were made of bronze as the main material and cloth as the supplement, the expression on his face instantly became unbearable!
"My Buddha! It turns out to be a bronze axe, and a bronze tool! So much copper...it's all money!!"
Murakami Jidong shouted in his heart, his emotions obviously fluctuating. The same as the Ming Dynasty, the He Kingdom used copper coins as the most basic monetary unit. According to the actual situation, the copper coin is usually 900-1000 Wen, which is about seven pounds. The total armor and weapons of the Kingdom's warriors are worth at least four coins of copper! …That’s not even counting the fact that cotton cloth is always very expensive in Japan…
The cold wind blew by, raising a flurry of snowflakes. The two teams, who had met thousands of miles away, each held their weapons and looked at each other in silence from a distance of seventy or eighty steps. The more they looked at each other, the more strange the eyes of the leaders on both sides became, as if they were covered with some different emotions.
"Watanabe-kun, these strange Shikabu are using ancient bronzes... How should we deal with them?"
"Murakami-kun, there are many of them, and they have sleds and powerful bows... It's better to lower your profile as much as possible and have a friendly chat with them!..."
The monk soldier Watanabe Masumi looked solemnly as he stared at the other samurai leader. Those heavy bronze armors and sharp bronze weapons are all real guys who can fight in battle! There were thirty heavily armored warriors and thirty tribal archers on the opposite side, and there were only about twenty people in the camp. The Korean sailors were not even considered ashigaru, and there was no way they could fight...
"Blessed by Hachiman Bodhisattva! Go get some wine and send it to their leader. These tribes on the far north coast like wine the most!..."
"Okay! With the blessing of Buddha, I will do it myself!..."
Murakami Jitong nodded, hugged a jar of rice wine, and walked out of the camp. In front of everyone, he first put down the gun in his hand to show that there was no hostility. Then, he stepped forward more than ten steps, placed the wine jar in the center of the two teams, and opened the paper seal to let the strong aroma of wine float out. Finally, he bowed deeply and stepped back carefully amid the bows and arrows aimed at by the mountain hunters.
"Huh? Is this... showing kindness?"
Seeing the performance of the opponent's leader, the exploration captain Zuvalo came back to his senses. After he pondered for a moment, he asked the warriors to lower their weapons and the hunters to lower their bows and arrows. Then, he asked Warrior Xiong to take back the wine jar, smelled the familiar aroma of wine made from unknown sources, and nodded slightly.
"The Lord God witnesses! The tribes who came in the big boat, we are here to trade! We want to exchange horses!..."
The exploration captain Zuvalo, wearing a cloth mask, led Shi Jian and several kingdom warriors, stepped forward twenty or thirty steps, and shouted into the camp. Listening to this language that he had never heard before, the ship leader Murakami Kidomi hesitated for a while and looked at the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi.
"Watanabe-kun, gods and Buddhas have appeared! Your suggestion worked. It seems that the other party can talk... Do you want to come forward with me?"
"Okay! The great Bodhisattva Hachiman bless you! You have to be careful. The other party brought so many people and came so far away. I'm afraid they will definitely want a lot..."
The two whispered a few words, and then came forward with two or three Japanese warriors. The leaders of both sides met at the gate of the camp, both curious and wary. Of course, Zuvalo brought many people with him, and his eyes were full of curiosity. Murakami Jidong was at a disadvantage, so he was more vigilant, and from time to time he glanced at the copper ax on the waist of the kingdom's warrior.
"Buddha bless you! What do you want, leader of the Deer Tribe?..."
"God bless you! Leader of the ship, how can you change your horse, a four-legged horse?..."
"Huh? What do you want? Over there? Riding? Four legs? Something that can run?...Ah! You want a horse!"
"That's right! That's it, those three big horses over there!"
When the two sides met for the first time, they couldn't understand each other and could only rely on continuous gestures to guide them. After a while, Murakami Jitong understood Zuvalo's request. He looked surprised. These deer tribes with reindeer, wolfdogs and sleds actually took a fancy to the horses in their camp?
"Watanabe-kun, what should we do now? These horses are to be taken back and presented to the head of the family, Nobuhiro Gong!"
"Murakami-kun, since you are sheltering from the rain under someone else's roof, you have to lower your head... That big Jurchen horse is really rare, so I can only hand over two snow horses..."
"Hey! It's true..."
Murakami Jitong pursed his lips, looked at Zuvalo, pointed at the two shorter Yakut snow horses, and indicated that they could trade. Afterwards, Murakami Jitong shouted a few words. The horse breeder, Sukeichiro, brought a white snow horse over.
"Witness the Buddha! Leader of the Deer Department, can you look at this horse?"
"Blessed by the Lord God! Ah! I finally found the prophesied horse for His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment!..."
Zuvalo suppressed the excitement in his heart and his body trembled slightly. He reached out excitedly and petted the more docile snow mare. He felt the thick soft horse hair and the curve of the horse's back suitable for riding, and the smile on his face couldn't help but bloom!
After a while, he reluctantly took back his hand, looked at the nervous Heguo people in front of him, and continued to point in the direction of the stable.
"Supreme Lord God, guide me! Leader of the ship, your horses are very good, very good! I want all three of these horses!..."
Zuvalo made a circle with his palm and made an "I want it all" gesture. Then, he took a closer look and saw Murakami Jitong's tense and ugly face, with a deep flash in his eyes. He pondered for a moment, then took off the golden amulet of the sun hummingbird from his neck, and handed it to the other person's hand with a seemingly heroic attitude.
"Witness the Lord God! Haha! Leader of the big ship, I won't take your big horse for nothing... This golden amulet of the Lord God is a good thing for me to exchange for the horse!..."
(End of chapter)
