In the 18th century on the other side, since Zhao Xin disappeared, Li Ji had overcome the initial panic and began to complain about Jiuzang, and the more he spoke, he became more and more angry.

"...Anyway, it's all your fault! If you hadn't led this way, you wouldn't have encountered such a thing, and Dianzhi wouldn't have left! Since we met Dianzhi, he has never bid farewell without saying goodbye."

“…”

Faced with Li Ji's accusations, Jiuzang, who was simple in character, was speechless and could only squat on the ground with his arms in his arms, burying his head like a quail.

He never expected it!

Finally, Jiuzang raised his head and defended him: "Didn't you say that Dianzhan is a god? Why are the gods afraid of corpses? If these few were afraid of being so scared, what should I do if I saw more than I could see more? Alas~~ I wouldn't let Dianzhan come if I had known that I wouldn't let Dianzhan come, I'd just go there myself."

It was fine if he didn't explain, but after saying this, Liji jumped up and said angrily: "What does it mean to run away? What does it mean to be afraid of corpses! Explain it clearly to me!"

Shino comforted him, "Okay, okay, stop arguing. Wait a little longer, maybe Tanishi will be back in a while."

Li Ji was tired after scolding him for a long time, but he kept turning back and forth. Now he couldn't move forward or retreat, and he could only smell the rotten smell and wait.

Another stick of incense has passed, and Zhao Xin still did not show up. He was already anxious and even more panicked.

Before leaving, for safety reasons, Zhao Xin took away all the tents, food and all the supplies, and asked them to clean up the traces of life. So even if they returned, the three of them had no place to stay.

Nowadays, food is short of food everywhere, and not a few dozen people starve to death every day, but hundreds of thousands.

Riki and Shino were so shocked that their hair was blown up. They really didn't understand how such a vicious thing could have happened.

In fact, since this summer, incidents have emerged one after another, and the vassal department can't control it at all, so it's better to turn a blind eye.

For example, there was a peasant family in Aomori who died one by one due to hunger, leaving only father and son, and the son was almost out of reach. The father found his neighbor and said that my son would die in a few days, and then it was me. But I can't do it. Let's do this, kill my son, his body...you know.

He was the only one left in the neighbor's family. He agreed happily and got the promised part of his father afterwards.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Unexpectedly, two days later, the father without a son attacked the working neighbor with an axe and killed him. Then he dealt with his neighbor and son like pickled salted fish, and lived for more than a month.

For example, a craftsman's wife deliberately refused to give her children food. The child was so hungry that she cried loudly. The craftsman was very angry and blamed her. However, his wife said something terrible, which made the craftsman unable to refute.

"Now we squeeze out the small amount of food for the child to eat. He will not be full anyway. If he dies in a few days, wouldn't that be wasted? Why not take advantage of his breath...what do you think?"

The craftsmen were convinced. So they not only saved a small amount of food, but also added "a salted fish"...

In fact, Jiuzang had told Zhao Xin that these rumors were communication obstacles, which led to the latter not understanding them at all.

And even though he has read a lot of historical information about "Dawn Famine", he is not a professional historical researcher. Most of the despicable and horrible events of human nature are recorded in notes from the Edo period. Even if there is a scanned version on the Internet, his Japanese level is difficult to understand.

Just as Li Ji and the other two were sitting in the distressed city, they heard a slight sound coming from behind. When they looked back, they were overjoyed.

Dianxi has appeared!

Zhao Xin, who returned to the 18th century, first comforted his three subordinates, and then began to distribute weapons.

"Liji, this knife is for you."

"knife?"

With a question mark on his forehead, Li Ji took the tuna knife in a wooden sheath. As soon as he pulled out a piece, a ray of silver light shot straight into his eyes, and he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. He thought to himself, baby!

"I'll use the crossbow for you for a long time."

Jiuzang took the hunting crossbow and three aluminum arrows tremblingly, looked at it carefully for a moment, and was very surprised: "Why did the weapon given to me by the Temple so similar to 'Amabo'?"

Amabo, a trigger trap used by the Ainu people when hunting. Its main structure is a simple crossbow, plus a base and a trigger cable. The crossbow body, trigger and bow are made of yew trees, and the strings are made of whale tendons.

This kind of trap is generally set very low, usually slightly higher than the knees of a person, and is hidden in the grass, especially during the late spring to autumn, which is difficult to detect. Because the arrows are full of aconitum poison, once you get hit in the wilderness, you will be almost helpless.

This thing is surprisingly good at hunting bears and deer. The Ainu people cleverly set the height and length of the trigger trip rope at the position of the bear's nose when he lowers his head. When the bear triggers the trap while sniffing around, the arrow shot is exactly the position of the heart.

In fact, not only the Ainu people, but also the Hezhe people on the coast of Northeast Asia and the Feiyakar people on Sakhalin Island were used. Later scholars have verified that after the crossbows of ancient China were introduced into the Northeast, they eventually spread to the Ainu society.

In fact, Japan's army was equipped with crossbows during the Lu Ling era (Tang Dynasty in China). However, in the tenth century, the Sakato Samurai Group emerged, and these guys who like to show their personal courage preferred to fight immediately. The heavy crossbow was really inconvenient to use, and it was not as flexible as the bamboo and wood composite bow. In addition, the maintenance difficulties caused the crossbow to withdraw from the stage. By the time of the Warring States Period, muskets were introduced, and the crossbow would be even more useless.

"Try it and see if it works." Zhao Xin said, signaling how to string the hunting crossbow.

After hearing this, Jiuzang tried to draw a trick. However, when he pressed his foot against the ground and stepped on it with his foot, he could only touch the bowstring with the front end of his finger, and could not pull it at all.

This is troublesome. Although this hunting crossbow uses a metal connecting rod winding method, it is really not good to have no strength. If your fingers cannot reach the position, it will not be used at all.

Zhao Xin has never been involved in crossbows before, so he ignored a key point when purchasing, that is, the length of the crossbow body must match the height of the user. That is, the crossbow body must be supported on the belly, bent down, and your hands can be directly hooked to the string.

Of course, his height of 1.8 meters is fine, but if it is only 1.5 meters long, it would be strange if he can play!

There was no choice but to take back the hunting crossbow and give Jiuzang another tuna knife that he had originally planned to use for him.

The group of four people were ready and set off again.

Except for Jiuzang, the other three thought that the pile of broken limbs was already terrifying enough. Unexpectedly, the more they walked, the more hungry people were corpses. Finally, when they arrived more than 100 meters away from Yarishima Pass, the terrifying Shura Hell appeared.

Zhao Xin didn't know how to describe everything he saw.

In another time and space, the quiet and beautiful mountain road had now turned into a festering intestine, steaming with the corpse fog that was about to vomit. The black clouds caused by the rotten fly flies were pressing down, and Zhao Xin and the others had to add another mask outside the original mask. But even so, the stench still kept drilling into the nose.

The dead hungry people were stacked up and winding from their feet to the south, like an endless signpost. The maggots were squirming up and down in the black flesh and blood, and the semi-melted rotten flesh and flowing body fluids spread the narrow mountain road into a blood-colored quagmire.

What is most terrifying are the "human-shaped fruits" hanging from the low branches beside the road. They are dead babies hanging on the branches. Their swaddles have been torn to pieces, and their intestines that are pecked by crows are hanging out. When blown by the wind, they are like dark red pendulums.

No matter how heartless Zhao Xin is, no matter how he is, he will be unfaithful, and he will be overwhelmed when he sees such a scene.

When he fell sad eyes on the strap tied to the baby, tears burst out. It should be the belt of the mother. They tied the child to a high place before they fell to death, hoping that the body would not be eaten by wild beasts.

Unfortunately, I can’t guard against animals and birds. Everything is futile.
Chapter completed!