The end of the battle does not mean that all the work is completed. The inventory of one's own battle losses is particularly important. If the casualties and weapon and equipment damage checks are not done well, they will be caught by surprise by the enemy when the next battle comes.
The vast majority of people who live a life with swords and daggers think about "how is this possible" and "why is it me" before they die.
As long as you have basic judgment skills and don't fall into a battle with a huge disadvantage, most of the time the outcome between opponents of equal skill is usually 50-50.
When all conditions are equal or similar, what determines life and death becomes those things that they regard as trivial issues and therefore ignore them.
For example, he was hit on the forearm in a previous battle, and it was just a bruise. It only caused twitching from time to time, which affected the strength of his thumb and caused a loose grip on the sword. However, he refused to be treated because of his masculinity.
Another example is the loose rivets on the breastplate shoulder straps, which show signs of detachment but are "barely usable", or the dangling weapon gauntlets, the cracked but not broken shields, and the rusty gauntlet arms that may block the movement angle. First.
Unimportant problems and flaws eventually became an insignificant weight in the balance of victory and defeat at the critical moment, and just such a slight difference evolved into the difference between life and death.
The one-sided and unilateral battle situation caused by the overwhelming combat capabilities brought by experience, technology, physique and equipment is actually not the truth most of the time.
Opponents are not stupid. Most people engaged in this type of industry have a basic understanding of whether they have an advantage in numbers.
If you lose in a three-on-one or four-on-one match, it means you are inferior in skill, but when one-on-one is of equal physique and equal skill and equal equipment, whether the details are in place sometimes becomes the key to victory or defeat.
– But let’s get back to where we started.
The result of the liquidation was 1 attrition and 7 minor injuries.
The injured were all ghosts because they took on the riskiest jobs. And even though most of the wounds were scratches and a few arrows pierced into the weak points of the armor, and the physical fitness of the ghosts was far superior to that of mortals, they still couldn't be ignored.
As for the attrition number 1, after the battle, Cheng finally woke up after seeing the bloody and dirty battlefield and his former companions who were still dying, and he found an excuse and ran away without looking back.
There is no glory or righteousness, only cold death. The human body was torn apart like dismantled tools, lying in pieces and pieces on the muddy and cold ground, worthless.
After rummaging through the carriage that was messy due to the battle to find the required medicinal materials, Sakura and some of the miko began to treat the wounds of the injured ghosts. The warriors with better physical fitness among the combatants held high bows on the cliffs of the landslide to guard against the appearance of subsequent infantry units.
The two ashigaru were responsible for arranging the horses, taking off the saddles of these samurai war horses from the prefectures, and then putting the drawbars on their own carriages on them. The drawbars tailor-made for Rigal horses were not suitable because they were smaller in size, so They also had to make all kinds of small adjustments.
The arrows that were deeply embedded in the wooden planks of the carriage were pulled out one by one. Those that could not be pulled out were cut off with a waist knife, leaving only one arrow.
Kazuto's big bow and heavy arrows were very powerful, and many of the arrows actually penetrated the thick wooden boards and exposed their tips on the inside. People inside the carriage lit lanterns and used hammers to smash them out to avoid being scratched by the sharp metal when moving inside.
The downpour gradually became lighter after washing all the corpses on the ground into pale white with a hint of purple, no more blood seeping out, and finally stopped completely.
The sky was still not clear, and after the rain stopped, the visibility was not ideal due to the accumulation of water vapor. The entire sky was filled with a grey-blue color similar to the sage's eyes - it was foggy and not a single cloud could be seen.
They won, and the victor's power quickly seized all the spoils available on the battlefield.
Weapons, armor, horses, even money and accessories.
In the past, this kind of bandit-like behavior would probably have made the Qingtian family feel that it was against samurai doctrine and they would have flatly rejected it. However, after repeated battles and escapes during this long journey, their hearts were no longer what they were originally.
Just like these state warriors who shouted for glory but died miserably, the companions they lost would never return.
But the hometown they returned to no longer exists, Qingzhi has fallen, and probably no one knows or cares about it except themselves.
Those companions who used to speak righteously did not hesitate to betray themselves when the situation went bad. Not only that, they even left words of self-justification to emphasize the correctness of their actions.
What is the honor of a samurai? No matter what mistakes he makes, as long as he can make things right with his words, is it enough?
We still have to stick to the rules and never change them.
They can't figure it out anymore.
To show loyalty to Xinjing, he has the mission of delivering a message.
This is the glorious righteousness that sustains them, but it gradually becomes elusive as time goes by.
Their honor, loyalty, creed, everything seems so small and easily ignored.
Victory brings no satisfaction. These people are samurai warriors from the state, and they should not be enemies. What was the lord thinking, and what kind of ecstasy was poured into them?
Why did the Qingtian family, who were far away in the feudal territory, pledge their loyalty to the new capital, while these people who enjoyed the most noble treatment as samurai in the directly governed state rebelled?
The confused mood silently permeated Kazuto in the team.
People always aspire to achieve something, and for the Qingtian family who follow the ancient samurai teachings, the definition of achievement is nothing more than becoming famous in a battle or receiving a reward from the lord.
Like most other Kazuto samurai, they once believed that even if they die, as long as they die for a greater cause, then it is more valuable than surviving.
But reality is always complex and changeable, and a glorious and beautiful death, like many other things, is always unattainable.
Just like the warriors from the direct-administered state who finally charged resolutely but were swallowed up by the mudslide before they could reach them, most of the time the glorious and beautiful death in battle you dream of will not come.
You will only die, and die worthlessly.
Righteousness, glory, great things.
These concepts are too grand and often difficult to be specifically defined and perceived.
Depending on different positions and changes in inner concepts, they will always give birth to different interpretations.
Those who are always waiting for the great opportunity to arrive before taking action may not be able to wait for that so-called opportunity until their death.
The infantry unit did not appear in sight. It would take time to mobilize an ashigaru of several hundred people. However, the samurai who were supervising and urging their men to march forced a march to pursue them. In bad weather and terrain, their marching efficiency would only be even higher. Low.
Ashigaru, a directly-governed prefecture like Makoto, is not an exception.
They were too far away from the war.
Far enough to neglect one's duties even when the enemy is within easy reach, far enough to believe that fighting is full of honor, and precisely because of this, one would flee in a hurry after seeing a miserable death.
"This can't be used, keep this. Check the gunpowder." The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the sage's steady tone stood out among the crowd as he quietly cleaned the battlefield.
The warriors of the Qingtian family looked at him, and the great miko who had finished handling the matters at hand also looked at him.
Practically speaking, this man demonstrated a philosophy of life that was different from what they were used to believing.
Life may not always have to be about righteousness, honor and great goals.
Many of the choices Henry makes are always realistic and simple, so simple that they can be acted upon immediately, and so simple that they can be completed immediately.
But they all vaguely understood that he had a bigger plan. He had an indescribable aura about him, like the center of the road. Just by looking at his words and deeds, it seemed that many unimagined ways forward could be discovered. direction.
Bit by bit, live in the present, but also prepare for the future.
The water will merge into creeks, the creeks will merge into rivers, and the rivers will rush down and eventually merge into the sea.
Win a battle and survive.
Pack your gear and move on, taking care of every meal and night.
Don't think about things you can't figure out, and let go of things you can't solve without looking for trouble.
Survive and prepare for the next time.
This is a clear and simple goal. Now let’s do our best to achieve it.
Whether it's Xinjing or a feudal lord, let's put aside those painful entanglements for now. As long as you survive and keep going, sooner or later you will get the answer and solve the problem.
There was obviously no verbal communication, but just looking at the man's unconfused actions, they felt at ease, as if the haze in their hearts had dissipated.
The results of calming down and savoring are quite brilliant.
First of all, there are a total of 37 Crescent Continent war horses, excluding those who died and those who escaped. Sufficient arrow replenishment and spare bows allowed some mikos who had studied shooting to have the ability to shoot from a distance, and the various captured swords also made them almost one weapon in each hand.
Except for short spears that could not be replenished, the number of other weapons has increased compared to before the war began. Although many of them need subsequent inspection and repair, it is not appropriate to stay here for too long now, so I simply read it and received it. In a small carriage.
They only peeled off the remaining damaged and deformed armor and preserved the relatively intact parts. Some incomplete ones were prepared and then nailed to the wooden boards of the carriage and Galeva's large shield for reinforcement, while those that were commensurate and more complete were Used to equip personnel who would otherwise have no protection.
But the biggest gain of this trip is probably the Rigar-made hand cannon, which is very heavy for ordinary people.
Items made with new technologies spread so fast that it was beyond imagination. The sages experienced the war in which firearms shone brightly on the battlefield, but even he never imagined that it would spread so fast. Across the ocean.
All this once again proves that the rebellion launched by the feudal army was not a sudden whim, but a long and sufficient preparation.
Even Teruyuki and the Archmiko and the others, who had fought against the Oni warriors twice, knew the true nature of the weapon that was powerful enough to penetrate the thick armor of the Oni warriors for the first time. The huge and heavy weapon even required the cooperation of three people to use it, but in the hands of the Oni clan It seems so harmonious that it was born for this purpose.
"Well, maybe you should train." The sage looked at this heavy hand cannon. He had no experience in using this kind of weapon, but he could still roughly understand its operating principle by analogy.
These mercenaries, who were mostly from the Southern City-State Alliance, brought three horn cylinders of gunpowder, a set of filling cartridges, casting lead shot, tools for cleaning up residue, and spare match ropes. All of these things were hung in a wooden box. On the body of a New Moon Continent war horse.
Yes, the three of them also have their own horses. They were not allowed to ride horses as they were not samurai. It seemed that these samurai warriors from the directly governed states were not as inflexible as imagined.
This is not good news for them.
In addition, the three fancy hand-guarded swords and daggers they used for personal protection, as well as two small shields, two steel-armed crossbows and spare crossbow arrows also became the trophies of the group.
Horses cannot be taken on a 100% basis because although they provide greater mobility they also consume more supplies.
The part that pulls the cart is replaced, and a few more horses are added for several warriors to ride on. After spending several hours roughly sorting out the battlefield and obtaining the necessary supplies, they began to move forward slowly on the muddy road again.
The harvest has been fruitful, although much of it still requires follow-up work, but that is a story for another day.
The most important thing right now is to leave this place quickly and find a secluded campsite to raise a bonfire to dry clothes and shoes.
Have another good meal.
