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Kazuto samurai often use various animals to describe themselves. Except for a few that are difficult to understand such as caterpillars, most of them are raptors and ferocious beasts that normal people can understand the meaning of.
A loud nickname that compares oneself to some kind of beast can always make others understand one's majesty most intuitively. Among the many raptors and beasts in the world, the worst ones are most often used by warriors to describe themselves.
It's probably a wolf.
Wisdom, cunning, in droves.
Be resilient and don’t give up easily, and are perseverant.
When viewed as a victim of human beings, it is a manifestation of extreme evil. Once the concept is changed, it can become a superior fighting quality worthy of praise.
Some Japanese literature describes wolves as beings higher than dogs: they believe wolves are noble, unruly and full of wildness, but they will always be loyal once they identify with you as a partner.
In comparison, wild dogs "can beg for mercy from anyone" and are "low and despicable existences."
Samurai call themselves wolves, but in their eyes, they look like "wild dogs" that are despicable and similar but definitely not as good as themselves.
Naturally, they are the bandits who are civilians but take up arms and dare to resist the upper class.
Those who still retained their fighting strength grabbed their weapons and were a little nervous.
This vast rabble formed by the hungry people who had fallen into the trap of the invaders would have no bright spots at all if they were evaluated from the perspective of a warrior or an outstanding adventurer in Rigar.
Their number is about three times that of Henry's group, but they have the numerical advantage but they don't even know the basics of outflanking and ambush. Instead, in order to be emboldened, a group of people all put on fierce expressions and held weapons in their hands or placed them on their heads. Walking in groups from the main road on their shoulders.
Thanks to this unprofessionalism, the group was able to get an overview of the incoming robbers in a very short time.
This group of people even had miscellaneous weapons, not to mention armor, and everyone was only wearing tattered summer clothes that could vaguely see their protruding ribs and collarbones on their chests. The best weapons in their hands were hatchets, hand axes, and a few people held fish knives no more than 30 centimeters long. Other than that, they were all sticks and bamboo spears made by improvising with axes and hatchets.
Bamboo's properties make it ideal for making makeshift spears, which simply need to be chopped and the tips sharpened. In the Kingdom of the Moon, this has always been a civilian self-defense weapon, but these people have dozens or twenty people equipped with bamboo guns, but they do not know how to form an array. They are just scattered among the team, and most of them are even At the rear of the team, the line of sight was blocked by friendly forces, making it difficult to position the gun array.
They didn't understand the formations and had no cooperation, their weapons and equipment were in tatters, and their personnel's physical condition looked like they would collapse if the wind blew.
The completely miscellaneous army, which had little effect against a regular army of the same size, would normally be invisible to the samurai, but ironically, it was quite a threat to the group at hand.
Because they can't leave.
The poisoning and diarrhea of 3 people and 3 horses has completely turned into a burden at this moment. Even if we don't mention this group of people, the physical energy of many people running all the way in the hot summer has been greatly consumed. After Henry and his party brought back fresh water, many people were able to replenish and recover, but they were far from their best condition at the moment.
The physical fitness of the bandits is very poor, but there are actually not many in good condition here.
And they also hold an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
The ants kill the elephant. No matter how poor their physical fitness is or how untrained they are, the sharp weapons they hold are still deadly enough.
The human body is very fragile. Without armor, even a crudely made bamboo spear in the hands of a hungry man less than 1.5 meters tall who could fall over in the wind will still kill a well-trained warrior as long as it penetrates deep enough.
"Communication probably won't work." Henry's conclusion may seem premature, but if you understand the deep class divide in this country, you will understand the basis for his judgment.
The unbreakable upper-lower class relationship in feudal society that has lasted for thousands of years has caused any cross-class communication to be misinterpreted. Although they still speak the same language in a broad sense, the various cryptic grammars of the warriors and the civilians But they know nothing.
They don't understand those "so, so", and the misinterpretation caused by a slight mistake in language expression will eventually give birth to rumors that will become darker and darker.
Moreover, they who have already become bandits must harbor hatred for the ruling class. This is an extreme manifestation. Either they do not raise weapons to resist even if they are whipped and killed. Once they resist, they will all go to the gangsters. Samurai treat everyone equally.
Because of such a harsh society, once you embark on this path, it is impossible to look back. So the moment he picked up his weapon and faced the samurai with swords, it was already destined that this encounter would end in violence.
Fortunately and unfortunately, our Mr. Sage.
Always good at violence.
Henry gestured to others to shrink their formation and protect them near the baggage and the people who fell to the ground. Because of their physical discomfort, Ayong and others started shouting again at this juncture, which was upsetting. Sakura and some other people who had no fighting ability therefore took the initiative to take care of them.
The rogues only come from one side, so it's easy to focus on defending only one direction. Although the lack of complete armor and heavy weapons made many people feel uneasy, looking at the unswerving pace of the sage walking alone in front of them, the pride of being a warrior in their hearts also made their feet feel like they had roots. Unable to take a step back.
"T-" Henry left the team alone, and no one else said anything. Although the education received by Kazuto samurai repeatedly emphasized not to show off one man's courage, experienced adventurers often understand that there is strength in numbers.
But there is no such thing as a single trick that can be used all over the world. In this situation, it is best for him to do it alone.
He took steps and kept a reasonable distance, and as expected, there was a commotion among the bandits on the opposite side. They were first afraid of the tall foreigner in front of them, and then they swarmed forward with mixed roars due to the powerful illusion created by the group.
Chaos, disorder, and uncontrollability. Therefore--
He should face it alone.
"Bang!" Kramer, who was freed from the restraints, was held by Henry with one hand and was first struck down with a cassock chop from top to bottom. His attack seemed to be struck prematurely without judging the timing, but in fact the purpose was But it has been achieved.
"Wow -" The vanguard bandit was frightened by this extremely large move and sat down on the ground. His morale plummeted instantly, but Henry's move was just the beginning.
He seemed to have forgotten all the basic common sense in Rigal's sword skills, such as "always keep the tip of the sword facing the enemy to avoid being drawn closer", and swaggered like a layman with no brute strength, swinging the sword in his hand wildly. A big sword one and a half meters long. The range of movement was so large that in the eyes of professionals, the air leaked everywhere and the door was wide open, and not even a single person was hit.
But that's exactly the purpose.
The arm length of our Mr. Sage, who is 1.95 meters tall, plus the length of Kramer, is enough to create a large space around him if he swings it at a large angle.
These bandits have no martial arts skills, so they don't understand the details of swordsmanship at all. On the contrary, this seemingly majestic and layman approach can scare them.
The forward retreats and the sides dodge. What people show when they are threatened by life is always the most real. Only a very few people can overcome their inner fear and face the difficulties. And for these people, he has done enough. Prepare.
"Pah - pah -" The wild swing of the performance finally returned to the posture of the sword being carried on his shoulders. He lowered his center of gravity and exhaled slightly.
The "angry style" of Rigal's sword skill is also the starting style of Suomir's sword skill Iron Butterfly.
This is a technique of using one enemy against many, so it never pursues casualties, but rather.
Shooting down of weapons.
"Dang!" The sword skills that he started to perform at high speed again showed subtle changes even in the eyes of an outsider. He went from facing enemies in only one direction to being surrounded by bandits in all directions. However, this deliberately created On the contrary, the conditions are the best scene for Iron Butterfly to perform.
A chop from top to bottom followed by a backhand lift. When the swing reaches the extreme, the whole body is twisted using the pointe stand as a fulcrum. The whole body is turned into a horizontal slash while facing the opponent behind him.
Everything is as continuous as a deliberately choreographed dance but as fierce and swift as a rainstorm. The airtight sword dance cannot tolerate companions who are not good at learning, let alone these bandits whose courage is parallel imports.
"Crack!" "Dang!"
The bamboo spears and sticks were broken, and the hatchets and axes flew out in circles.
But for a moment, these people didn't even realize that they had been disarmed. The sage's movements had not yet stopped. He directly hit the face of a gangster who was too close with the weighted ball of his big sword with his backhand. When the opponent was bleeding from the nose and his mind was dizzy, he put away his sword and leaned over, grabbed his collar and threw it away. He threw it towards his companion.
The dripping blood falling on the ground stimulated the eyes of the onlookers. They finally came to their senses, and the expressions on their faces completely changed from the pretentious ferocity to numbness and fear.
So the rout began.
He shouted "Wow" loudly, just like the people at the well before. In the face of overwhelming violence, he still put his own life first.
The number of soldiers was reduced by more than half in an instant. The warriors stared blankly at this scene, while the Luoan girl sniffed a little proudly.
But Henry did not put away the sword, because the next step would be the problem.
"The rest are the hardcore faction." Narumi still did not relax his vigilance, but held the weapon in his hand tighter.
A mob cannot achieve much, and the previously suspected man-made mudslide roadblocks cannot be the idea of a bunch of half-hearted people. Being able to assemble a sufficient scale and carry out this kind of thing in a premeditated manner proves that there must be backbone veterans among this gang of bandits.
Henry's intentional display of violence scared away only those hungry people who were pushed forward as cannon fodder. When the group of people fled in all directions, the remaining ones had similar equipment but obviously much more fierce eyes. It was obvious that this series The person behind the incident.
For these people, even he was not sure that he could defeat them while sparing their lives.
Still retaining his moral compass and refraining from taking action after the matter has come to this may sound a bit naive and unlike Henry, but if you trace the root cause, it is indeed not his own decision.
The request of the young master, who is in the stage of inner confusion, is a manifestation of his complicated heart - he has a sense of guilt, and what he sees and hears along the way makes him feel that as a noble, he has some responsibility for the plight of these hungry people who have fallen into trouble. Some degree of responsibility.
This is indeed a naive approach, because he only judged these gangsters he met for the first time as "poor people" based on their appearance. He had not really understood the lives of these people. It would be very difficult to know that their hands were stained with blood. Jiro might not make such a request to Henry.
but.
The innocence of young girls is never a bad thing.
Embracing hope and yearning for gentleness, trying to think that everyone is well-intentioned as much as possible, and that they are in this situation only because of no choice.
No matter what, it's better than hating the whole world and thinking that everyone deserves to die.
It is the duty of an elder to gently guard this innocence.
They should be allowed to question.
They should be left to think.
They should be allowed to desire.
Even if the answer you get is different from your own, it is the correct answer. What he needs is not that there are a lot of sages Henry Mayer in the world, because Henry Mayer is limited. No matter how much knowledge he has and how powerful he is, the same thinking and acting style will always produce the same result. .
So even if it is the idea of an innocent and immature young master, even if it is the willfulness of a noble lady who is not familiar with the world.
It's not much inferior to what so-called mature adults do.
"Qiang——" He shook off some blood stains on the weight ball, the tip of the sword drooped, and his posture relaxed.
Those who are still staying alive are veterans among the bandits. They will not be easily scared away. Many of them have even judged the fact that Henry took this action deliberately to scare them away.
And this made them a little excited.
You should be happy to see your opponent in a life-and-death fight feel hesitant and have constraints in your heart, especially when you have nothing to lose.
This is why many successful Kazuto warriors in the arena ended up dying inexplicably at the hands of untrained bandits. The competition depends on the skill proficiency of both parties. Under unified rules, whoever has more mature skills can win.
But in a life-and-death fight, what matters more is whether you have the consciousness to kill. If the warriors hesitate even a little bit, even a dull knife in the hands of a hungry man will still be fatal.
There were eleven remaining bandits, many of whom were licking their chapped lips and looking at the various supplies and supplies guarded by the warriors.
Greed and excitement were revealed in their expressions. They had nothing to lose. After they noticed the sage's withdrawal, they still refused to retreat even though they no longer had an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
Like hungry wild dogs hordes staring at the old, weak, women and children in distress, no matter how noble they are, if they are surrounded, they will only end up being torn into pieces and eaten.
"Qiang--" Henry planted Kramer on the ground.
"It's hard to keep your hands when holding a sword." Then he twisted his knuckles and made a "click-click" sound.
Unarmed enemies are even less to be feared. The gangsters, who could almost see the scene of their feasting, swarmed forward with crazy expressions, and the sage responded with an iron fist mercilessly.
Yajiro stared at this scene blankly. He could not imagine and had no way of knowing what kind of state of mind these people were forced into in this desperate situation - because several people were beaten by Henry until their faces were distorted and they still wanted to rush. Come up and fight him.
This kind of indomitableness born from madness even made the samurai begin to swallow their saliva subconsciously, because even their own lives were worthless, so they could risk their lives for a full meal.
This is difficult to understand for a samurai who has so much to lose and so much to worry about.
Lao Qiao had closed his eyes and refused to look directly, and the great god also turned his head.
Courage could not make up for the gap in combat effectiveness. Henry punched one after another with a calm face until he completely beat each of these people to the ground.
And only then will they stop taking action.
His front teeth were chipped, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He lay on the ground like a dead dog with his deformed mouth wide open and breathing heavily.
His skinny body was covered in bruises and redness, but he still moved his fingers, as if he wanted to crawl over and snatch the group's supplies and food.
There was silence.
They won, but it was a victory that had nothing to do with honor or pride.
"After all, they came to the door first, right." Galeva used poor Japanese language to try to explain and find out the reason, but no one else took up his words.
There are many reasons and a lot of explanations. Protect your own people, if you don't do this, the situation will be worse.
But no matter which statement is made, it is just self-comfort. The result of this victory is so bitter that no one wants to think about it.
"Recover as soon as possible and get back on the road." Narumi gave the order, but the next second everyone heard a series of shockingly fast footsteps, and then those who had not turned around saw Henry grab him and thrust him into the ground. The man in a bamboo hat who rushed towards him struck him with a lightning-fast sword slash.
"Qiang Dang——!"
Sparks flew, and then both of them pulled away at an alarming speed.
"Are you the one who attacked my comrades below?"
The new character appears alone, but has a powerful aura that makes people unable to look away.
He was wearing simple cotton and linen clothing and a bamboo hat, so his face could not be seen clearly, but the knife in his hand was indeed a fine and famous knife.
"You are the bandit leader? This kind of skill is not something that can be obtained casually."
His posture was as if he had experienced many battles, seemingly defenseless, and he lowered his sword in an extremely relaxed manner. However, anyone with a discerning eye would know that anyone who approaches without authorization will be cut in half.
"There is still movement in the woods." The girl from Luoan, who noticed Mitya's uneasiness, reminded her that this bandit group seemed to be much bigger than they imagined. The one they defeated was probably just a small team, and with the arrival of the swordsman wearing a hat, more and more people began to surround them from the mountains and forests.
Henry silently clenched the hilt of the sword, and when he was in a posture so that the soles of his shoes scraped the ground and made a rustling sound, the swordsman opposite him in a bamboo hat obviously noticed the movement and tilted his head.
But he did not raise his face to look this way, but silently assumed a standard and solid starting position.
