"Lord God, what a five-masted ship! Although it is not as big as the Snow Wolf, it has three decks. With so many masts, it looks very complicated... Hey! There don't seem to be many tribes in the camp! They are wearing
The armor is dusty and reflective. It is different from the common leather armor. It looks like a mixture of iron, leather and bamboo wood. This kind of armor seems to be also very complicated, shaped like a combined bamboo man... Hmm! They
The weapons we hold are all iron knives and spears?!..."
"Witness the Lord God! The three sword-wielding warriors over there are riding four-legged beasts, could they be horses?! Four legs, long, without horns... Ah! It's exactly the same as the prophecy, it must be a horse! ...
What a short warrior, what a tall horse!!…”
The snow has passed and the sky is clear, the sun tilts towards the west, and the ice sea glows with golden light. The exploration captain Zuvalo led thirty mountain hunters and thirty kingdom warriors and approached the camp seventy steps away. At this distance,
He could already clearly see the situation in the camp, clearly counted the twenty or so tribes in the camp, and could also clearly see the clothes, armor and weapons of those tribes.
There were less than ten Japanese warriors at the gate of the camp. Most of them were short in stature, and their faces were full of ferocity that they tried hard to show. They wore dusty Tamaru light armor with warm leather linings, and held irons in their hands.
He carried a spear on his head, a bamboo and wooden bow, and a short sword across his waist.
There are also only eight or nine North Korean sailors in the inside. They are slightly taller and their expressions are obviously nervous and uneasy. They are wrapped in leather robes and hold the short knives on the ship in their hands. They are close to each other, as if
Like deer in a herd, they don't seem to be good at fighting.
On the west side of the camp, there were four or five wounded warriors. They also held weapons in their hands, but they were obviously unable to move. On the east side of the camp, there were three warriors on horseback, holding a long knife in one hand and a sword in the other.
The horses' reins seemed to sense the solemn atmosphere in the camp, and the tall horses were obviously a little agitated. From time to time, they raised their hooves and neighed in a low voice, and were then calmed down by the warriors on horseback.
"Buddha bless you! Where did these sled-driving tribes come from? They look half like the common deer barbarians. They all wear leather armor and wing armor, carry powerful recurved bows on their backs, and carry stone axes.
.And the other half of them are actually wearing golden armor? Could it be bronze cloth armor?..."
"Ah! The battle axes they are holding, the spearheads they are raising, and the ornaments around their necks are all bronze-gold! They are all expensive bronze!... It's like, it's like something from an ancient Tang Dynasty painting.
Those who came out were like those living Tang warriors from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!..."
Dozens of steps away, the ship's commander, Murakami Kidomi, opened his eyes wide and looked at the Kingdom's bronze-armored warriors standing at the front. He carefully looked at the other party's attire, surprise, doubts and thinking appeared on his uneasy face. And when he finally
After identifying that those thick golden armors, which looked thick at first glance, were mainly made of bronze and supplemented by cloth, the expression on his face instantly became a little tense!
"My Buddha! It turns out to be a bronze axe, and a bronze axe! So much copper...it's all money!!"
Murakami Kidomi shouted in his heart, his emotions obviously fluctuating. The Japanese Empire and the Ming Dynasty both used copper coins as the most basic monetary unit. According to the actual situation, the copper coins were usually 900-1000 Wen, which was about seven pounds. The warriors of the Kingdom
The total amount of this suit of armor and weapons is at least four ounces worth of copper! ...This does not include the cotton cloth that has always been very expensive in the country...
The cold wind blew by, raising a cloud of snowflakes. The two teams, which had met thousands of miles away, each held their weapons and looked at each other silently from a distance of seventy or eighty steps. The more they looked at each other, the look in the eyes of the leaders of both sides
, the more strange it becomes, as if it is covered with some different emotions.
"Watanabe-kun, these strange Shikabu are all using ancient bronzes... How should we deal with them?"
"Murakami-kun, there are many of them, and they have sleds and powerful bows... It's better to keep your posture as low as possible and have a friendly chat with them!..."
Watanabe Masumi, a monk warrior, looked at the opponent's samurai leader with a solemn face. Those heavy bronze armors and sharp bronze weapons were all real guys who could fight in battle! There were thirty heavy armor samurai on the opposite side, thirty
There are only a few tribal archers, and there are only about twenty people in the camp. The Korean sailors are not even ashigaru, so there is no way they can fight...
"Blessed by Hachiman Bodhisattva! Go get some wine and send it to their leader. These tribes on the far north coast like wine the most!..."
"Okay! With the blessing of the Buddha, I will do it myself!..."
Murakami Jitong nodded, took a jar of rice wine, and walked out of the camp. In front of everyone, he first put down the gun in his hand to show that there was no hostility. Then, he stepped forward more than ten steps and placed the wine jar between the two teams.
In the center, he opened the paper and mud seal again, letting the strong aroma of wine float out. Finally, he bowed deeply and carefully stepped back amid the bows and arrows aimed at by the mountain hunters.
"Huh? Is this a... expression of goodwill?"
Seeing the performance of the opponent's leader, the exploration captain Zuvalo came back to his senses. After a moment of pondering, he asked the warriors to lower their weapons, and the hunters also lowered their bows and arrows. Then, he asked the warrior bear to take back the wine jar.
, smelled the familiar aroma of wine made from unknown sources, and nodded slightly.
"The Lord God witnesses! The tribes who came in the big boat, we are here to trade! We want to exchange horses!..."
The exploration captain Zuvalo, wearing a cloth mask, led Shi Jian and several kingdom warriors, stepped forward twenty or thirty steps, and shouted into the camp. Listening to this unprecedented language, the ship followed Murakami Ji
Tong hesitated for a while and looked at the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi.
"Watanabe-kun, gods and Buddhas have appeared! Your suggestion worked, and the other party seems to be able to talk... Do you want to come forward with me?"
"Okay! The great Bodhisattva Hachiman bless you! Be careful. The other party brought so many people and came so far away. I'm afraid they will definitely want a lot..."
The two whispered a few words, and brought two or three Japanese warriors forward. The leaders of both sides met at the gate of the camp, and they were both curious and wary. Of course, Zuvalo brought more people, and saw more.
The one who was curious was curious. Murakami Jidong was at a disadvantage, so he was more vigilant. From time to time he would glance at the copper ax on the waist of the kingdom's warrior.
"Buddha bless you! Leader of the Deer Tribe, what do you want?..."
"God bless you! Captain of the ship, how do you change your horse, a four-legged horse?..."
"Uh? What do you want? Over there? Riding? Four legs? Something that can run?...Ah! You want a horse!"
"That's right! That's the three big horses over there!"
When the two parties met for the first time, they couldn't understand each other, so they could only rely on gestures. After a while, Murakami finally understood Zuvalo's request. He looked surprised that these deer tribes with reindeer, wolfdogs and sleds could actually see.
On the horses in their camp?
"Watanabe-kun, what should we do now? These horses are to be taken back and presented to the head of the family, Nobuhiro Gong!"
"Murakami-kun, since you are sheltering from the rain under someone else's roof, you have to lower your head... That big Jurchen horse is really rare, so I can only hand over two snow horses..."
"Hey! It's true..."
Murakami Kidomi pursed his lips, looked at Zuvalo, pointed at the two shorter Yakut snow horses, and indicated that they could trade. Then Murakami Kidomi shouted a few words. The horse breeder Sukeichiro said
A white snow horse was brought over.
"Witness the Buddha! Leader of the Deer Department, can you look at this horse?"
"Lord God bless you! Ah! I finally found the prophesied horse for His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment!..."
Zuvalo suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his body trembled slightly. He reached out excitedly and stroked the relatively docile snow mare. He felt the thick and soft horse hair, which was suitable for riding.
The curve of the horse's back makes the smile on the face bloom uncontrollably!
After a while, he reluctantly took back his hand, looked at the nervous Heguo people in front of him, and continued to point in the direction of the stable.
"Supreme Lord God, guide me! Leader of the ship, your horses are very good, very good! I want all three of these horses!..."
Zuvalo made a circle with his palm and made a gesture of "I want them all". Then, he took a closer look and saw Murakami's tense and ugly face, with a deep flash in his eyes. He pondered for a moment and then took the
The golden amulet of the sun hummingbird on the lower neck looked heroic, and was handed to the other person's palm.
"Witness the Lord God! Haha! Leader of the big ship, I won't take your big horse for nothing... This golden amulet of the Lord God is a good thing for me to exchange for the horse!..."
This chapter has been completed!