The Buddhist viewing platform is the first place in this bay to welcome the sunrise, but it is not simply a viewing platform, but a religious place.
The reason why it is called the Buddhist viewing platform is because every morning, when the sun rises slowly from the end of the mountains and sea in the distance, the sea water in the distance below the platform sparkles with golden light, as if the light of the Buddha is shining.
Fa Bian walked slowly onto the Buddhist viewing platform. On the wide platform, Yanshou and several people stood side by side at the end of the platform. There were also a dozen or twenty strong men scattered on both sides.
Sure enough, these people looked similar to Yanshou, and they also wore clothes that looked very gorgeous and sturdy.
Well, for the convenience of navigation, everyone did not tie their hair, but all had a monk's head, which is what later generations said.
Fa Bian hesitated for a moment, because he realized that if he walked over like this with someone, these twenty life-extending fellows would be able to surround him.
But soon, Fa Bian laughed. He had three hundred people, but there were only twenty people on the opposite side.
Are there twenty people surrounding three hundred people?
"When the warship is built, I will definitely kill all you monsters from the bottom of the sea!" Fa Bian walked towards the longevity monk with a smile, but he was muttering softly.
Well, this idiot has always thought that the longevity monk is a spirit from the bottom of the sea.
Because he sent people out to sea to explore far and wide. Except for their place of survival, there were no islands or land in the west, so these people could only come from the bottom of the sea.
"Master, disciple Fa Bian has returned, and we have destroyed two more towns where the villains refused to convert to our Buddha.
When I came back this time, I wanted the master to prepare enough food for three thousand people for three months for his disciples, so that our territory would be larger and we would be able to spread the Buddha's will to further distances. "
Fa Bian said these words in Chinese, no different from a real Central Plains person, and even had a bit of a Wuyue accent from the Yanshou monk.
And it seems that Monk Yanshou is not only the master of the Fa transformation, but also actually the logistics manager of this fledgling military empire.
"It's a pity, it's really a pity." Zhao Hutou looked at the tall, long-faced barbarian leader in front of him and said with some regret.
It is indeed a pity that someone who can learn Chinese to this point so quickly is still a local indigenous leader. If he can behave himself, he will be a very good assistant, but at this time, he has to be killed by his own hands.
Before the cold words fell, Zhao Hutou suddenly took out a strung wooden crossbow from behind. Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger, and at the same time, he pulled the monk Yanshou. behind.
However, Fa Bian was worthy of being a hero among the natives. As soon as Zhao Hutou moved his hand, he felt threatened. When the wooden crossbow was aimed at him, he ducked behind the guards around him.
'Poof! 'The unlucky guard didn't even understand what was going on. He was directly punched through the chest and abdomen. His lungs immediately began to leak air, and he was panting violently like a bellows.
"What a pity!" Zhao Hutou shouted again with regret.
He threw away the wooden crossbow in his hand and quickly formed a fighting group with the four soldiers around him who were also from Hanshandu. Equipped with two spears, a Miao knife and two long bows, they immediately started killing.
Fa Bian felt that his anger rushed to the top of his head in an instant. He was so angry that he had three hundred people!
He is still the most powerful warrior among the three hundred tribes. There are only about twenty of these people. How dare they come to kill him? This is a naked insult.
'choke! Fa Bian took out the bronze sword from his waist. This sword was obtained after he killed a noble from the south. It was the sharpest sword.
Fa Bian held it and cut off countless enemy weapons and killed many warriors from other tribes. It was the strongest and sharpest magical weapon he knew.
The leader of the tribe, who was considered quite wise among the natives, shouted loudly, raised his bronze sword high, and stabbed at the annoying guy who was shooting with a strange big bow.
Fa Bian seemed to have seen this man's fate. The long sword in his hand would be cut off by him, and then his body would be pierced.
'Ding! There was a crisp sound, and a long sword was indeed cut off, but it was not the Miao sword in Zhao Hutou's hand, but the bronze sword in Fa Bian's hand.
What a joke, when a bronze weapon encounters a high-carbon steel sword produced by Tiangongyuan and made by folding and forging, what is the difference between it and a dead wood!
White light flashed, and blood burst out from Fa Bian's chest. However, he reacted very quickly. When the bronze sword was cut off, he immediately chose to retreat, avoiding being directly disemboweled by Zhao Hu.
At the same time, he quickly disappeared into the crowd, causing Zhao Hu, who still wanted to continue beheading him, to quickly lose his target.
A tall and strong barbarian shouted loudly, and slammed the huge stone ax in his hand into the chest of a soldier. With a crash, the sharply polished blade of the stone ax broke into pieces.
The soldier wore a diamond mask on his face, snorted coldly, swung out the lighter bone in his hand, and smashed the barbarian's head open with one hammer.
Zhao Siwan shouted wildly, leading three beggars who were wearing two layers of armor like him, and plunged into the crowd, then rounded up the Miao knife and started slashing.
The two layers of armor ensured that they would not be harmed at all. The bronze swords, stone axes, wooden spears, etc. of the indigenous people could be completely ignored. Even stone hammers would hardly pose a threat to Zhao Siwan and others who were wearing cotton armor lined with ring lock armor.
At the same time, the Miao Dao, which was not very effective against soldiers in the Central Plains, became a powerful weapon at this time. The blade was long enough, lethal enough, and at the same time it was lighter than the Mo Dao.
With a swing and a chop, there was a shower of blood and screams.
This usage was summed up in hundreds of battles of various sizes by the Eastern Expedition Corps commanded by Murong Nobunaga.
Because it is difficult for enemies outside the Central Plains to achieve the abnormally high armor rate of the Central Plains warriors, let alone the per capita armor and chain armor weighing fifty or sixty kilograms.
Therefore, three to four kilograms (a total of seven or eight kilograms) of cooked copper maces and iron whips, seven or eight kilograms of heavy hammers, long Ke axes, Mo knives, etc., which are standard equipment in the Central Plains, seem a bit cumbersome when dealing with barbarians without armor. .
The Miao knife, which weighs about four pounds in total and has a long and sharp blade that can be used to cut and cause damage, is perfect.
This is also the reason why katana swords were popular in Japan in history. It was not a decisive battle with armor and guns, but ordinary village battles. Samurai swords similar to Miao swords were not only less lethal, but also lighter and more efficient.
Zhao Siwan and the other three people are now taking full advantage of Miao Dao's efficiency.
The eight postures of the Miao Dao created by Zhang Zhao are fully displayed, including the back machete posture, the thrusting bayonet posture, the oblique cut, the lift, the turning chop, the lunge to push the knife, and the lunge to bayonet. They are both pleasing to the eye and full of power.
The wooden spears of the barbarians on the Buddhist viewing platform are about the same length as the Miao knives, while the stone hammers and axes are much shorter, which has no advantage at all.
For a moment, the sword was as bright as a sword. Whenever it was touched, the weapon would be broken into two pieces, and the person's intestines would be torn apart.
The three of them, Zhao Siwan, were like gods descending to earth. They could control a circle of seven or eight meters in diameter by themselves, cutting the barbarians back and down.
On the Buddha statue in the center of the viewing platform, Helian Hailong and two Tuyuhun sharpshooters were shooting their bows left and right from a high place.
They didn't shoot at everyone, but only at the strongest ones. They accurately eliminated the warriors in the crowd, and soon they shot down a large number of them.
In this way, although there were only twenty-three people, there were people oppressing them from all directions.
The five members of Zhao Hutou formed a very lethal commando team, while the three of Zhao Siwan were like the Monkey King who had gotten into the monster's belly. There were also three sharpshooters shooting in the sky.
If they were facing the elite Imperial Guards of Southern Tang and Meng Shu, the twenty-three people would be dead ends no matter how clever their arrangements were.
But what they are facing now are barbarians who are still in the early stage of slave society and cannot even smelt bronze.
For these barbarians, these warriors from the Great Zhou Dynasty are too scary. It is like encountering a skeleton-level BOSS just after leaving the novice village. They cannot fight, hold it, and run away.
Under this terrifying pressure, especially since they initially believed that Zhao Hu was the envoy of God, the psychological defenses of the indigenous people quickly collapsed.
Many people were pushed directly from the Buddhist viewing platform, and some plucked up the courage to come up and fight, but they died soon after.
After a quick beating, most people were left with desperate roars and cries, just like the lone bison targeted by a tiger, with only the wails of fear left.
The screams attracted the attention of the people in Shanhaibao. This small town with only a thousand people, but which could radiate the surrounding seven or eight thousand people, quickly had at least two or three thousand people pouring in from all directions.
Carrying various wooden and stone farm tools and weapons, they poured into the stairs of the viewing platform, and then they were stopped.
The ones who stopped them were none other than the monks under Monk Yanshou.
The monks took out their treasured robes. Because this tribe had no weaving technology, and of course no mulberry and hemp, the monks generally wore animal skins like the locals, and kept the robes.
Yanshou's eldest disciple, Monk Fayan, was at the front. He was wearing a Haiqing suit that looked very majestic and noble on this continent. He led his junior disciples to line up and chanted Buddha's name.
In the extremely rhythmic and majestic chanting of the Supreme Heaven's Disaster-Rescue Sutra, although more and more tribesmen came in, no one dared to go beyond the monks to help Fa Bian and others.
Instead, they didn't know who was leading the group. They slowly put down their farm tools and sticks, and began to sit down cross-legged and chant the scriptures devoutly.
Although this Fa Bian is considered a hero, he can break away from the control of religion and lead the most fierce warriors in the tribe to establish his own business. He can even turn around and lead the army of the longevity monk.
But these ordinary natives do not have this ability. Instead, they can clearly feel that life in the tribe has become better since the arrival of life extension.
They learned how to farm, how to drive big boats for fishing, and there were magical medicines (herbal medicines) that could cure headaches and fevers. Almost everyone had a house. Although it was shabby, it was much better than living in a tree.
Thinking of this, almost everyone lowered their heads, as if the screams in the distance were just hallucinations. Some devout people even sang and recited the scriptures once, and then bowed down to the ground.
Monk Fayan was sweating on his forehead. If these barbarians really came and killed them, the twenty or so of them would have to go see the Buddha! Go see the Supreme God.
But seeing that these barbarians were suppressed, Monk Fayan became bolder. He gently flicked his sleeves, pretended to be indignant, and shouted loudly in the indigenous dialect:
“The legal changes violate the will of the Supreme Heaven and disrespect the divine messengers sent by the Supreme Heaven. This is a capital crime, so they will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell by the divine messengers and be tortured forever.
Where are the disciples of Simingshan Academy? Quickly lead the innocent sons of the Supreme Heaven to the university grounds! "
Simingshan Academy was founded by the monk Yanshou to teach Chinese to intelligent indigenous people.
If Fa Bian hadn't suddenly risen, these disciples of Simingshan Academy would have been the backbone of the tribe controlled by Monk Yanshou.
The situation was completely under control. Amidst the sounds of chanting scriptures, the indigenous believers bowed to the ground one by one and were then taken away by the disciples of Simingshan Academy to the huge campus in the center of the town.
Everything was so magical and weird. On one side there were deafening screams, while on the other side they were worshiping devoutly. The screams and the chanting of scriptures were separated by about twenty monks, but they seemed to be in two different worlds.
On the Buddhist viewing platform, the killing has reached the final stage. The twenty-three soldiers who have gone through the test of the Cangming Water are so invulnerable and have explosive damage. They are simply not something that the natives under Fa Bian can fight against.
Their only choice was to unite and rush forward regardless of casualties, and use their advantage in numbers to push the soldiers to the ground.
However, they are just a group of natives close to the Bronze Age, like savages, and they have no such consciousness and spirit.
The so-called warriors, long ago lost their fighting spirit under the threat of death and the religious majesty of the divine messengers.
Zhao Siwan picked up a gray wolf hat and used the wolf hair on it to wipe the blood stains on the blade of Miao Dao.
He didn't care at all how many people he had killed just now. He only knew that no one dared to stand up anymore.
He was a little disappointed, because Fa Bian did not show the bravery of a tribal hero. He hid in the crowd and threw his gray wolf-headed hat off the cliff of the Buddhist viewing platform, hoping to blend in with the crowd of people kowtow to apologize and not be discovered.
But this was just a delusion. Zhao Siwan quickly found him in the crowd. Just as Fa Bian was about to resist, a sharp pain came from his shoulders.
Zhao Siwan skillfully pulled and pulled, dislocating both of his shoulders.
Afterwards, Zhao Siwan, who was almost two meters tall, put the magic weapon under his arm like he was carrying a chicken, and then walked to the main campus of Shanhai Fort.
The main campus was already crowded with people. The indigenous people imitated the postures of the Han people and knelt in a circle around the center of the campus.
A cry of frogs rang out, because the natives saw Zhao Siwanhun, who was covered in blood, almost two meters tall, and wearing a fiery red cotton armor, easily turning the invincible magic weapon they thought was invincible, like throwing an animal. It was thrown into the center of the university field.
As soon as Fa Bian touched the ground, his legs seemed to be equipped with springs. They jumped into the air and wanted to run.
But Zhao Siwan was faster than him. The moment Fa Bian's legs were in the air, he pulled out the bones from his waist and swept them away quickly.
Accompanied by the earth-shattering scream of Fa Bian, there was the sound of the kneecap completely shattering, and Zhao Siwan's bone directly smashed his knee.
"Want to run away?" The man-eating demon Zhao Da spewed out from his mouth, as if it was the yin energy from the underworld, with a crazy smile on his face.
"A certain family has stopped eating since yesterday because of you. How could they let you run away?"
Fa Bian struggled violently. Because cannibalism was not that rare in their tribe before Monk Yanshou arrived, he knew what this sentence meant.
Zhao Siwan brought the Dharma Bian back to the center of the campus, and cut both of his wrists very skillfully. She accurately cut the arteries in his wrists, and blood spurted out.
Fa Bian was shocked. Although his right knee was broken and both arms were dislocated, he still struggled violently.
But the more he struggled, the faster the blood flowed. After a while, he began to feel dizzy, his breathing quickened, and he began to lose strength.
At this time, Fa Bian felt real fear. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Zhao Siwan quickly blocked Fa Bian's mouth.
The long dagger cut open the chest, but not much blood came out because it had basically not been drained.
Fa Bian, whose face was pale, was still twitching, tears falling silently, and his blocked mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something.
“Start the dissection, record the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and blood vessels clearly and draw sketches.
This is the best opportunity. Within five years, each of you will have to complete at least a hundred dissections, and compare the dead, living, sick, men and women, old, weak, and young.
This thing is impossible to do in Middle-earth, but it is common in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Your records will become the most precious information of Shiba Langjun, and will be respected by everyone thousands of years later. "
Zhao Hutou is terrifyingly calm. He is a talent who has truly grown up in the new era, been taught by the emperor himself, and has a vision beyond this era.
For example, anatomy was proposed by the emperor, and the foundation was laid by Zhang Shibalang, who was known as the judge of the Eighteenth Level of Hell and once almost scared Han Xizai out of his mental illness. The pharmacists from the Yin Yang Pharmacy Bureau brought by Zhao Hutou specifically practiced this In terms of the times, this is a terrifying study.
The anatomy was being studied here. After the study was completed, it was thrown directly to Zhao Siwan.
Zhao Siwan took the two remaining beggars and the great demon Khorne, took the objects, put them on the branches, roasted them for a while, added a little salt, and started to feast.
While eating, they also drank several large bowls of green gallbladder wine.
A gust of fishy wind blew, and the surrounding natives were frightened and trembled.
They had seen cannibalism before. He ate it while studying. They had never seen it like this.
I don't know how long it took, but all the natives felt as if they had spent a lifetime. Zhao Siwan stood up, and together with Yanshou, he led everyone to welcome Master Cixian to the center of the main campus.
Master Cixian did not even look at Fabian's broken body and said coldly: "Your ancestors were originally innocent sons of the Supreme Heaven. They were exiled to Dongsheng Shenzhou because of their sins.
The Dharma changes have deceived you, so the supreme god of war, Jialan, will eat him so that he will never be reincarnated.
And you can only be saved if you show your most pious side! "
. . . . .
In the eleventh year of Shaoming, AD 956, Zhao Hutou couldn't figure out the specific month.
He only knew that this was the third month after they resolved the legal changes, gathered the warriors from the tribe, and set off to the southeast.
The experiences and knowledge he had experienced in the past three months made Zhao Hutou even more certain that there was a quite powerful civilization in the southwest.
But Zhao Hutou overturned the inference that they could be comparable to the Xia Dynasty, because various clues showed that that powerful civilization could only smelt very rough bronze wares.
Not to mention the cauldron, they couldn't even make long and straight weapons. However, they had a certain level of agriculture, at least much better than the tribe they conquered, but they couldn't compare with the Xia Dynasty.
"Let's build a new city here. The supply line is too long. We should inquire about the specific situation before choosing whether to attack or make friends." Zhao Hutou said to Zhao Siwan and Monk Fayan behind him.
Zhao Siwan nodded, pointed to a large island in the lake in the distance and said: "It is indeed very far away. It is at least 1,500 miles away from Shanhai Fort. This is the limit of what we can control.
Let's build a city on the island in the lake. After Shanhai Fort's 300-material ship is built, we can sweep away all the barbarians here. "
Zhao Hutou showed uncontrollable excitement on his face. In his eyes, Dongsheng Shenzhou was not a wilderness, but a promised land given to the people of the Central Plains by the Supreme God.
The Supreme God himself has said that the future wealth of this place will not be comparable to that of the Middle Earth.
"Since these barbarians are the descendants of the Yin people who moved eastward, let's call them Dongren. That city will be named Xinye City after the capital of Yin and Shang!"
. . . .
Spring was warm and flowers were blooming, and several months passed. When Xinye City began to take shape, a piece of news reached the ears of Zhao Hutou and others.
It is said that a terrible epidemic occurred in the powerful civilization in the southeast. The living people's bodies were rotten and sores broke out, and the poison penetrated into the bone marrow. They were blind and mouthless like evil ghosts. They often wailed for dozens of days without dying.
Zhao Hutou looked at each other with the monk Yanshou who came over. His eyes were not filled with fear but surprise and admiration.
Then Zhao Hutou devoutly bowed to the west, "The bayberry rot must be the bayberry rot that the sage said has appeared!"
(The descriptions of the early indigenous people of Mexico in the next chapter are all based on the author’s speculations. Just take a look. This information is too little and it was destroyed by the colonists. There are even more contradictions. The tiger can only learn by himself. It’s just a guess and made up.)
Why do some book friends say I want a eunuch? (Laughing and crying) This book is not reaching its climax, but it is almost finished. Tiger has to prepare a new book first, and then he can update it. I try my best to update it every day, and I guarantee that it will be updated every three days.
(End of chapter)
