The choice of the Yi people was not unexpected, and the cooperative relationship between them and the rebels was not close. After all, even if it is a wealthy family that intends to plot against the emperor and has little loyalty, Kazuto is still Kazuto. Occupying a dominant position as the main body of society, they have been educated and instilled with the idea that "we are born noble" since childhood, and it is impossible for them to treat ethnic minorities equally.
And fundamentally speaking, it is precisely because of the conflict between these rebels and those in power that further causes ethnic minorities and other groups that are not under central control to be "collateral damage." So to be serious, these people are actually inseparable from the difficulties that the Yi people are facing now.
Such a situation reminds our Roan girl of the former Kingdom of Avenella to some extent.
A Laman scholar once said that "a weak country has no diplomacy", and this is also true for nations. As a minority and not united enough, the Yi people were inexplicably involved when He Ren started fighting among themselves. They do not have the strength to be on an equal footing with any party, so they can only consider themselves unlucky, flee, or temporarily rely on one of them to survive.
They don't even have the option of staying out of the situation. They can only choose to take sides or perish.
A weak existence that does not have the right to speak is so pitiful. This was not even a persecution against them, but simply because other people's rebellions touched the central government's backlash, causing them to increase their control efforts in order to take precautions to prevent larger-scale rebellions.
Even history will not record them.
Because history is written by the winners. The winner may praise his opponent to show that he is powerful enough to defeat such a powerful enemy, or he may discredit his opponent, but no one will remember a small character who is not even qualified to stand on the chessboard for a duel.
Whenever the torrent of the times changes, there will always be countless small characters involved in it who will be swallowed up and disappear silently into the torrent.
And few future generations will know and few will care.
That's what they did before disappearing.
Like a dying star twinkling, unable to compete with the bright moon, it seems to be declaring with its last strength that it has tried its best to live.
That struggle.
"Wow--"
At the beginning of March, heavy rain poured down in the northern part of Crescent Continent.
Spring rains wash away the solid frozen soil accumulated over the winter, loosening it. But before that, some tenacious plants had already taken root and sprouted out, getting as much sunlight as possible in the cold early spring, taking the lead in occupying resources.
The nutritious soil on the mountain flows down through the streams formed by rainwater and melting snow, nourishing the valleys and plains. Animals that have ended their hibernation also begin to come out for food.
The female leads the stumbling cubs that were born in winter and are still unaccustomed to walking on their own to look for food, while the hungry predators focus on the weaker and easier targets.
Early spring is full of life.
But just as gorgeous flowers must be rooted in sufficient nutrients, this vitality is also based on cruel survival and death.
This is true for beasts, and it is true for humans as well.
The heavy rain fell on the bright red armor, dripping down the curve of the helmet, then dripping on the shoulder armor, and also fell on the smooth mirror-like blade.
"Ha--" The warrior's breath formed a white mist through the gap in his visor. He deliberately controlled the amplitude of his breathing to avoid exhaling too much in one breath, causing the white mist to block his sight. Give the tall foreigner opposite him an opportunity to defeat him.
The situation is unfavorable.
It should be enough for 5 samurai and 16 ashigaru of our own team to guard this level with a bunker.
Even when he saw those barbarians who were supposed to be his own side colluding with outsiders, he was not afraid at all - they were just a ragtag group of old, weak, women and children, how could they compete with those who had been trained for a long time and had to deal with them at least every day? Is it comparable to a professional soldier who practices three-time jabs?
He is very confident in his heart. Even if he raises the flag of rebellion, he still has the self-esteem as a noble warrior of Kazuto.
The experience accumulated over thousands of years is coupled with abundant funds, thorough reading of military books, and a thorough understanding of at least three main weapons.
He believes that no matter which situation he faces, he already has a suitable response plan. The people under his command fully understand how to form a formation, what posture to use to meet the enemy, how to blockade, how to flank, or buy time for the arrival of reinforcements.
Like any other son of a samurai family, he knew the art of war by heart and knew exactly how he should respond if the opponent adopts a certain offensive formation.
He was fully prepared to attack and ready to change his formation at any time.
But the other side.
None of the offensive formations written in the military manual were adopted.
"Ober (shoot an arrow)!!" He heard a woman's voice shouting, and then the group of barbarians stood in a mess in the distance and drew their bows.
The samurai was stunned. The bows in the hands of these people are not of similar size and draw weight, and even the size and weight of the arrows they use are different. The arrows they shoot are crooked and not enough to form a real blow.
'What kind of stupid motley crew would do this? 'Despite this thought, for the sake of safety - because the Yi people are said to quench poison on their arrows and seal their throats when they see blood - he still asked his men to raise the bamboo door to block the arrows, and separate the opponent's figure from this The wave of arrows that were completely lacking in attack power were resisted.
The temporary bamboo wall made of thick bamboo and hemp rope, coupled with pulleys and thick ropes to hang a huge door made of the same material, was enough to block the close range shooting of a large bow. The disadvantage is that there is no roof, so it is not only unable to shelter from the rain, but also difficult to withstand attacks from falling overhead.
Therefore, they need to squat temporarily and hide under the slope of the bamboo wall.
This is a foolproof defensive wall. He is just on the safe side, so he follows the most standard operating techniques to avoid unnecessary casualties.
He was just playing it safe.
The opponent is still dozens of meters away, and the wall is more than two meters high. As long as the rain of arrows passes, you can open the door to fight.
It was completely possible, and according to the records in the military manual, this was the most correct approach.
He followed the steps step by step. After completing the resistance, he ordered his men to lower the bamboo door again. Then when he heard the unexpected movement, he hurriedly shouted "Stop!", but it was already a step too late.
"Bang!!" A big hand grabbed the end of the bamboo door that had just started to lower, and then pressed it down hard.
"Wow!!" The thick hemp rope was pulled forward at a very high speed, causing the hands of the unprepared door-sliding ashigaru to be scratched to pieces.
'How to do? 'At this moment, the warrior was shocked to realize that this thought came to his mind. He immediately used his professionalism to expel the idea from his mind, but the order was already delayed - just like all commanders who followed the script and lacked actual combat experience - he did not know how to deal with those who did not teach him to deal with them in the military manual. situation.
He lacks the ability to respond to complex and ever-changing situations in actual combat environments.
It is true that it is important to read the military books thoroughly, but it is not enough to just know the instructions. You also need to apply these contents to actual battles and summarize your own rules.
He just read the book, but he has not "broken" the book.
The samurai realized his shortcomings in this area in a very short period of time, and in an instant he went through the whole process of self-reflection and re-energization.
He is worthy of the elite warrior class of the Moon Kingdom's four thousand years of civilization.
But he met Henry.
"Bang——!" The sage was knocked down by the ashigaru who was kicked over first. He took the spear in his hand with a "click——", then turned around and rotated the tip of the spear. He stabbed the other person's right foot, which was wearing straw sandals, downwards.
"Wow!" The ashigaru screamed and squatted down. For a moment, the sage pressed his back and rolled over to dodge the attacks of the other two people. Then he pulled off the ashigaru. The iron hat on his head was used as a dart and hit a warrior in the distance who was about to draw his big bow.
"Clang-dang-!!" Klemmer, waving with one hand, easily broke the long knife that his opponent tried to intercept and then split his neck. Then when he saw the bloody Henry, he was not deceived at all. He leaned forward and grabbed the man's body with his back to the bamboo wall, using his body as a shield to block three arrows.
He is not limited to fighting with Claymore, even though it is undoubtedly the most powerful weapon in his hand.
The opponent's sword, spear, and shield are all within easy reach. Even his own elbow joint, kicking, boxing, and using joint techniques.
The warriors of the Moon Kingdom are all proficient in using at least three weapons: swords, spears and bows. They were proud of it, but that confidence was shattered by what this man showed.
"Crack-clang-" The sword intersected. The samurai was about to pull the sword back and strike again, but Henry had already changed Claymore's angle and stabbed forward.
"Ahem..." The warrior whose throat was stabbed coughed up blood in an instant. He still insisted on continuing to fight, but the sage turned his wrist and twisted the tip of the sword to widen the wound and pulled out the sword.
The taller height brings longer arm length, coupled with the 1.5-meter-long Claymore sword.
"Don't get close, you can only defeat it with a spear or a big bow!" The red warrior shouted loudly, but the others who were so red-eyed couldn't listen.
They rushed forward one by one and were knocked down cleanly.
The tall foreigners used agility that was completely unmatched by that figure to dodge or use the corpses of dead warriors as shields, so that all their attacks could not hurt even a single hair.
There were 21 people, and in a blink of an eye, only the red-armored warrior was left who had distanced himself.
The pattering spring rain suddenly started falling, and the warriors who had not put on their raincoats were soon soaked to the skin.
The cold air eroded his body, making the fingers holding the knife stiff and numb.
His vision was temporarily blurred due to the moisture, and the cushioning armor underneath his armor began to become heavier due to the absorption of water. When the water vapor subsided, the sword in the hand of the foreigner standing opposite was washed away by the rain, and the blood of the victim on it was washed away, revealing the shiny new surface texture.
The warrior saw the dim patterns on it.
It was very much like the mountains and flowing water of the Crescent Continent—it was not a foreign thing. Even though its appearance varied, he could still recognize it at a glance.
"Surrender." The native language spoken from the mouth of the foreigner with a very different face did not seem stiff.
"A scholar may be killed, but not humiliated." The warrior responded, controlling himself to exhale slowly.
There is no chance to correct mistakes, and there is no possibility of accumulating practical experience.
He is not a self-proclaimed ignorant person. He is first-rate in terms of knowledge, mind and martial arts. What he lacks is experience. If he had better luck, he might become a famous general of the Moon Kingdom.
But this ending is not bad either.
"For a warrior, it would be great if he could fight an opponent with a sword like this."
"I have no regrets in this life." "Step!!" He stepped down hard with his left leg covered in bright red armor. He held up a long sword that was not inferior to Claymer in size, and drew it closer at high speed with the usual dash of the Moon Kingdom's warriors. distance, and then swung the weapon in his hand faster than the Rigal swordsman.
"Dang!!" The long knife that collided with Kramer did not give in at all. Even Henry frowned slightly. He noticed the difference between this knife and it was not like other weapons. Just break or curl the blade directly.
"Take your life!!" The Red Warrior roared loudly, "Clang--!" With a sound, the blade of the sword stabbed towards Henry's chin, and the sage's reaction was to lift Claymer and block it with his gauntlet. He lifted the entire blade up and moved it out, but the other party immediately noticed this, and he immediately drew the knife back, "Crack-Crack--" Sparks flew, and the samurai took a step back after retracting the weapon, and then Hold it high.
The sage changed to holding the sword with both hands and lowered the tip of the sword, which was his usual starting position.
"Take your life!!" The samurai's red visor rope collapsed, revealing a young, but angry face with burning passion in his eyes.
"Ha-" Henry breathed out, a breath.
Also a sigh.
The long knife fell and the big sword was raised.
"Wha——!!!" "Dang!!!"
"咻咻咻咻——"
"Take——"
The broken tip of the knife was stuck in the softened mud.
The rain fell in a steady patter.
Although comparable in hardness, it lacks Klemmer's unparalleled toughness.
The hidden wounds accumulated in just a few battles eventually turned into cracks, causing this long knife, which was also considered a precious weapon, to be damaged.
"Cough——" The samurai, who was stabbed into the heart and lungs through the gap in the armpit armor exposed by raising his hands, could no longer make any sound except coughing.
"嚓——" The sage pulled out Claymore and then wiped away the blood.
"Boom--" The red warrior's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.
"..." The rest of the people who had arrived late were waiting at the door of the bamboo wall, looking at the bright red corpses on the ground, and standing in the cold spring rain with calm faces and holding grams in one hand. Sage of Laimer.
"Arakami..." The name that was once given to a certain brown bear was placed on this black-haired man with some respect and some fear through the mouth of the son of the leader of the Yi tribe. On men.
"Next," the Yi leader, who had been silent for a long time, finally said dryly. After getting acquainted with each other, Henry and others knew that he was not just unfamiliar with Kazuto's language, but also stuttered a little: "We should , walking toward the southeast. The waterway there is smooth and it is close to the swamp. Although there is a large Japanese village, people come and go, dress up, and no one will pay too much attention. "
"The only thing with a problem is the one you brought, this spiritual beast." The leading man turned back and glanced at the little unicorn: "This, with this physique, it is difficult to pretend to be a donkey, and horses, horses and For human warriors only—" Before he could finish his words, he saw Henry pointing at the dead people on the ground.
"Ah——" Many people made sounds of sudden realization and nodded repeatedly.
