Although the battle with the mountain ghost only lasted a short time, the commotion was so loud that even the bandits and samurai who were clashing on the other side of the mountain wall could hear it.
The Qingtian family warriors who didn't know what happened were naturally a little doubtful, and even worried that it was a landslide caused by heavy rain, but they had no time to think about it due to the emergency situation.
But the ones who were really shaken were the bandits who were safe and sound under the protection of thick giant shields.
He who does not know is fearless, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Similar proverbs abound around the world.
Knowledge is sometimes not a good thing. People who don't know the situation may be stupid and have no fear even if a crisis comes.
- They know what that sound is.
Our side's existence is equivalent to the ultimate weapon in the town. It took a lot of effort to lure it, and it consumes the decisive combat power of one-tenth of the entire bandit group's rations every day.
The tall body possesses unparalleled strength, and equipped with suitable armor and weapons, the mountain ghost can even reverse the disadvantage in small-scale battles by choosing the right time to invest.
But the sound only sounded 3 times.
Then it was quiet.
Did the opponent flee? There were only samurai and ashigaru in front of them, and it was obvious that they were separated from those guys dressed as civilians. It was probably because the leading spies discovered that there were fewer defenders on the other side of the trail and wanted to pass through or outflank them.
But that's just an illusion. The team with the Mountain Ghost is even stronger than the team with more people. When the warriors came over, the bandits were laughing secretly, thinking that they could eat the entire team this time.
But what's going on?
Not long after these warriors rushed over, there was a rumbling sound from the other side, which was obviously a mountain ghost attacking.
"They must be cleaning up the mess. They must have killed most of them with bows and arrows, and the rest were beaten to death while escaping." Someone gave a seemingly reasonable answer in order to cover up the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.
Yes, those were civilians, and the mountain road was so narrow. They must have rushed up together and suffered heavy casualties from arrows, and then our own people over there were cleaning up the mess.
Hiding behind their shields and listening to the "snatching" sounds from the warriors shooting arrows from time to time, the bandits nodded frequently and used their movements to strengthen their belief in this statement.
No one has pointed out a doubt in this discussion——
If it is just to clean up the remaining troops, then why send out the final units?
It must have been that the mountain ghost couldn't control his bloodthirsty desire and rushed forward. Some people say this to themselves in their hearts. But deep down in their hearts, they all knew that their boss was personally watching over the other side. The capable bandit boss was the one who controlled this group of people, ordered the scouts to monitor, set up this formation, and abducted the mountain ghosts. people.
This group of people was originally just a ragtag group, but they were able to occupy a large territory in this area entirely because of the outstanding ability of the boss.
How could it happen that the boss couldn't control the mountain ghost? The question existed in his heart, but no one said it out loud. They just exhausted all their imaginations to find a reasonable solution in which they still had the upper hand.
And this approach.
It was doomed that even their last chance to counterattack would disappear.
"Pah-pah-grab!!"
The arrow coming from behind hit the lightly armored bandit's torso accurately.
The arrow penetrated the weak back armor, and the bandit whose lungs were stabbed opened his mouth wide but could not shout any words. He could only use all the remaining strength with his left hand to scratch his companion's shoulder with bulging veins. .
"Haha——" The punctured lung was quickly filled with internal bleeding, which triggered a cough. The pale bandit sprayed his warm blood in his companion's face, and then fell forward face down. .
"Huh--" The mountain wind blew, and after their companions fell to the ground, the bandits turned around in panic.
——Why didn’t anyone guard the rear?
Trust in friendly forces behind the lines? Because the arrow rain from the warriors in front is too dense. If they stay away from the wooden shield, will they be hit by the projectiles?
Or do you not want to face the facts because of your inner uneasiness and anxiety?
No matter what, when these dozens of bandits finally turned around after one of them was knocked down, what they saw was a group of young Yi people wearing very distinctive ethnic patterns, opening their hunting bows. .
"Ezo?! Why are there Ezo people!" A bandit who stood up from between the shields in panic was accurately hit in the back of the head by the bow in the hands of the samurai. The arrow shot by the mounted samurai came from above. It hit him from the back of the head and passed through the chin, directly penetrating the head of the bandit who was only wearing an forehead, killing him on the spot and falling straight like a rat hit by a wooden stick.
The bandits' spies hid in the grass from a distance to observe because they wanted to hide their figures, and the time couldn't be too long, otherwise they would be exposed. From a long distance and a short time, no matter how sharp his eyes were, he couldn't see everyone's face clearly.
So "a team of mounted samurai, more than 30 people, and 10 ashigaru, with baggage, and 50 civilian servants." Such a report was what he handed over.
The number of people, various weapons and equipment, and valuable targets were all recorded, and the bandit boss also formulated a complete ambush plan.
But where did these Ezo people come from?
The bandits were confused for a moment. The team on the other side should be Kazuto civilians, so why did they become hunters from ethnic minorities?
They heard the noise while passing by and ambushed me. They should be enemies with the samurai, right? No, no matter how you look at it, these people seem to be fighting with the samurai to attack our own side - "Don't be afraid, Ezo's bows are all hunting bows and they can't penetrate our armor!"
The young bandit, who was almost the second most senior member of the bandit group, was also the one who commanded the team here. He stood up and waved a knife to attract the attention of his subordinates. He shouted this loudly to boost morale, but he was shot. Bird, several arrows flying over in the next second hit him in the face.
"Papa-!!"
Two scratches were slid open and nailed to the back of the wooden shield.
The other three arrows, which were as powerful as the Kazuto samurai's big bow, penetrated the surface of the breastplate. Even if they failed to cause any real damage, they greatly dampened the morale of the bandits.
"Look at what they're doing -!" What plunged the bandits further into confusion and fear was the behavior of the barbarians, who were dozens of meters away, suddenly taking something out of their arms and pouring it on the arrows.
"They know the bows can't be penetrated because they are poisoned! Ezo's poison!" The voice of a bandit shouting loudly even drowned out the voice of the young bandit trying to direct a counterattack, but when the bandit archers turned around When they planned to strike first, the warriors who kept their distance from behind and harassed them with arrows in arcs - seized this opportunity.
Viewed from mid-air, this scene is magnificent and orderly. The well-trained Kazuto warriors merged together from three columns while running, and then immediately changed direction and formed a charge formation, marching neatly and gracefully. The thundering sound of horse hooves was heading this way.
"Archers, open your bows, open your bows! Spears, go forward and stop those warriors!!" The second in command was always just the second in command. The young bandit who was disturbed lost his cool and Youxin knew it. What to do, but he couldn't command his men accurately like a bandit boss.
"Attack!" Narumi, who was wearing bright armor, shouted loudly, and then the powerful cavalry directly knocked over the wooden shields with their charge. The spears that did not have time to rise failed to cause damage to the horses, and hundreds of kilograms of weight The bandits hiding behind were either killed or injured under the iron hoofs of their war horses.
The archer failed to draw the big bow in his hand, and the spearman tried to pick up the spear that fell in the panic, but his hand was trampled off and his head was kicked off.
"Give them all to me——" "Qiang——!!" Narumi, who was galloping past, cleanly cut off the head of the young bandit with a knife, and after rushing out a distance of more than ten meters, they were in perfect order. The ground put away the knife and pointed it at the bandits who were still in a mess of dead and injured——
He drew his bow and drew an arrow again.
"No - samurai-sama - spare -"
"Fire the arrow!!"
"咻咻咻咻咻——"
The dust has settled.
The ashigaru armed with spears began to check the bandits who were still alive and hit them with last blows.
"Ha--" Temulun and others released their bows. The young and strong Yi people in the front row looked at each other, while the old, weak, women and children in the back all turned their attention to Mi, who was holding the unicorn. Henry came over as Tia came over.
Mira was lying weakly on the unicorn's back, and after the battle, the little guy once again hid his too eye-catching unicorn.
"Tap tap tap -" Narumi, with three arrows stuck in his shoulder armor, rode over with Lao Qiao.
"Is that so?" Because of the fierce battle, his breathing could not keep up through the visor. The sergeant reached out and took off the nose armor on the visor to get more unobstructed air. circulation.
"Let them remove the clothes of Kazuto civilians and put on the clothes of barbarians. And select the most powerful hunting bows among them - the young adults in the front row, and this..." Narumi looked at Those on the ground were actually just small wooden bottles containing cooking oil.
"Your Majesty Heng, what a trick to disrupt your vision." Narumi praised as his breathing became calmer.
"A war is never tired of deceit." The sage shrugged.
On the way over, he spared no time to let them change their clothes. He also arranged the young men in front and selected a few powerful hunting bows that could penetrate armor.
All this is to make the bandits mistakenly think that this is a powerful barbarian force that has come out halfway.
What he applied after that was just cooking oil used to maintain the blades, but because of Kazuto's lack of understanding and demonization of ethnic minorities such as the Yi people, he decided that it must be some kind of venom - after all, normally, no one would be on the right side of the battlefield. The center suddenly began to be smeared with useless grease.
If the bandits were given a little time to recover, they would definitely want to understand how it was possible for a barbarian army, whose number was similar to that of ordinary civilians, to suddenly appear in an area with only two roads under their control. And if they calm down and stay in place under the protection of their shields, the spearmen raise their spears and prepare to prevent the warriors from taking the opportunity to charge, and the archers start to launch counterattacks, then the fact that Henry's side is just a paper tiger will instantly exposed.
But it was this moment of confusion and loss of command.
Narumi is not an idiot, and our wise man never looks down on others.
The outstanding leadership skills and excellent military qualities displayed by the samurai leader made Henry know that as long as he created an opportunity to disrupt these bandits, Narumi would definitely notice and take advantage of it.
And the reality was just as he thought.
They didn't even agree on specific action steps in advance.
Because no plan can be fully effective even after encountering an enemy, agreeing on a plan that is too thorough may end up becoming a psychological burden, leading to ideas that are too rigid and rigid.
Therefore, this was entirely a pincer attack created by the understanding between Rigar and the outstanding military experts from the Moon Country, relying on the excellent qualities possessed by both parties.
"I..." The victory was achieved, but Narumi found that his hands were shaking constantly, so much so that even the reins he was holding began to shake from side to side.
He felt that his fingertips were numb, as if electricity was flowing through his body, and he was speechless for a moment.
"First time killing someone?" Henry raised his eyebrows and looked up slightly at the senior warrior on the horse.
"Yes. Warriors prove their way with swords. There are probably 90% warriors in our country who are eager for a battle like me and want to prove that the martial arts they have learned is valid."
"But this feeling..."
"Indescribable."
"This is."
"What does it feel like to take someone else's life?"
"good."
"Wonderful." Under the clear sky, the warriors of the Qingtian family who had experienced their first battle achieved victory at a small cost.
Many people's hands were shaking, their armors needed repairs, and many people also had minor injuries.
The blood of dozens of bandits gathered into a small lake, bright red and reflecting light.
The sage watched in silence as the blood that overflowed from the severed palm of a dead bandit fell into the crescent-shaped water puddles trampled by horse hoof prints.
Start from the north.
The turbid water gradually turns red.
"How unlucky," he said in a voice no one could hear.
