"The Lord God blesses! Capture prisoners! Capture prisoners!!"

"Don't chop your neck, cut your arms! Blade off their weapons, knock them down in the snow, tie them up with hemp ropes!"

"Law, law!"

The sky gradually fades, and the clear sunshine is a short song. The cold snow is the eternal theme of the snowfield, just like the cold fighting of tribes on this land.

"Testimation of the Lord God! More than 20 people from the Great Ship Tribe, less than half of them are warriors holding spears and swords. Although they are short, they dare to fight and rush like wolves, and know how to cooperate with each other, and they still have some rules. However, those sailors holding short swords gather together like deer, and they don't even have room to slash, and they collapse as soon as they rush!"

The snowflakes fell and danced lightly. The exploration captain Zuvaro squatted beside the tall Jurchen horse, slowly tied up the knocked horse breeder Suichiro. Seeing the main god golden talisman still clenched in Suichiro's hand, he smiled meaninglessly, took it out and put it on the other party, and put it on his neck.

Then, he stood up with a faint expression, and looked at the thirty heavily armored warriors of the Kingdom, stepping on the deep snow pit, and breaking into the heizhou camp by the big ship. Immediately afterwards, the warriors of the Kingdom waved their spears and copper axes, raised their wooden shields, and skillfully captured the tribes in the camp, just like they were in the jungle of Central America.

"The Lord God blesses! Roar!..."

"The Buddha helped me! Ah! Uh..."

Samurai Captain Ishi Ken hit a shield and kicked it accurately, and then he knocked it down Murakami Jitong, who was in the negotiations. Murakami pulled out his short sword, stared fiercely, and tried to sit on the snow, and wanted to fight to the death.

Another kingdom samurai rushed from the side, picked out Murakami's weapon with a spear, and then knocked the big bow leader out of the boat with a blow. Then, the samurai took out the sisal rope, wrapped it up and down, and tied the unconscious Murakami up two times, as if he was tied up a groundhog.

"Haman Great Bodhisattva! Unexpectedly, my Ryuzaoji Yin family had been traveling around the country for decades, but she was fascinated by gold and eventually died here!"

Monk soldier Watanabe Masumi waved the samurai's spear and moved away in the snow, with despair and unwillingness on his face! He was born in the martial arts family and his martial arts skills were indeed good. But in front of two or three heavy armored samurai, he could only defend and avoid, and was forced to retreat step by step.

Soon, the samurai captain Shi Jian rushed forward with a shield and blocked Watanabe's retreating footsteps. Then, three copper spears poked at each other, and took Watanabe's spear away with one or two poked. Watanabe wanted to pull out the knife to resist, Shi Jian grinned, gave him a heavy shield, and knocked him to the snow. After a while, Watanabe was like a dying crocodile, pressed into the snow by two samurai, with his hands tightly tied, leaving only unwilling shouts.

"Let me go! Bodhisattva! I can't die here! I...I surrender to your leader!...Uh! Uh!..."

Watanabe, who had been screaming, was knocked unconscious by the samurai. More kingdom heavy armor poured into the camp and divided into two teams to capture the prisoners.

The remaining samurai warriors of the country were only nine, but they formed a gun formation and fought stubbornly, insisting on resisting to the end. At this time, Mutu from Yamabu finally realized that although he didn't understand why the talks were very good and the fight suddenly started, he still led the archers to quickly forward to support the allies of the Sea Territory.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

A sharp bone arrow passed by, and nine warriors of the Hokkien were shot and killed on the spot, and the remaining seven were injured. The heavy armored warriors of the kingdom rushed forward and knocked all the seven people to the ground, tied them up all of them.

Seeing the killing of his allies, Zuvaro frowned slightly, but he didn't care. He just nodded at Mutu, who was shooting archery. Then, he looked to the other side. The nine North Korean sailors had all lost their weapons, knelt on the ground, and were tied into a string by the heavy armored warriors. The boatman Kim Shanshu in the middle cried so hard that he was crying, his nose and tears were frozen on his collar, and he couldn't stop begging.

"Save the suffering and suffering Bodhisattva! Save me, save me! Don't be eaten, don't fall into the animal path... Woo woo! Don't eat me, I'm old and dirty, not delicious... I... I'm a carpenter, I can do carpentry work for you and make sleds for you!..."

"Haha! Praise the Lord God! I caught nineteen large ship captives, but none of them escaped. It was really easy! I tied them all up and put some medicine on the injured prisoners. Those who can't survive can only offer them to the Lord God... Haha! The Lord God witnessed! The supplies in this camp, this five-masted ship, will be ours from now on!..."

The kingdom's short raid lasted for only a moment, and the final outcome of the state camp was decided. Zuvaro blew the wind and snow in front of him, and a smug smile appeared on his face. He had always had a flexible bottom line, and he also followed the mountain to taste the sweetness of fighting in the north. Now, on this unrestrained snow field, he finally let go and woke up into a cunning and fierce snow wolf!

Faced with this big ship, three big horses, so many supplies and tribes from afar, Zuvaro naturally refused to let them go! The so-called taking out gold to trade is just to determine the origin of the big ship tribe according to His Majesty's prediction, and to get the hard-earned horses to their hands safely, and then paralyze the other party's warriors.

"Haha! The Lord God blesses! There are big ships, and of course there are boatmen who follow the boat. There are horses, horse breeders who can raise horses, and sailors who know the details of the sea in the distance... Well, after plundering the camp and seeing all the harvest, I will ask for a few more questions!"

Soon, the exploration captain Zuvaro took a few warriors to carefully check the supplies found in the camp. He first looked at the two warehouse cellars, one full of various exquisite furs and unknown herbs, which made him frown.

Another cellar was piled with bags of grain, and frozen venison. There were two main staple foods, one yellow and the other white, each piece of which Zuvaro had never seen before. In addition to the two staple foods, there were two yellow and white beans that had just been seen, as well as some jars of pickles with strange smells. Of course, there were more than a dozen jars of fragrant wine in the cellar, but it was far less than he expected.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The skins of foxes, martens, deer, rabbits, wolfs and bears, bearded herbs, two staple foods and beans, as well as strange kimchi, and more than a dozen jars of fragrant water and wine... The witness of the Lord God! It seems that it is a large agricultural tribe in the south, who sent merchant ships to buy fur from the northern land?..."

Zuvaro touched his chin and pondered. He continued to search for the camp tents, and first found many iron tools in the innermost tent. Among them were daily iron pots, iron pots, and iron swords and spears. The number of iron weapons alone was more than 100, which obviously exceeded the number of people in the camp and seemed to be a trade item on the ship.

"Master God! How come they have so many iron tools that can be traded?...A large southern farming tribe that produces iron tools?...Hmm! What is this? Is the wooden sign of the gods they believe in?..."

Zuvaro narrowed his eyes and looked at the wooden signs of gods and Buddhas carved by the golden ship craftsman, as well as some small statues of Bodhisattvas, and frowned and thought for a while.

There are many wooden statues, and the images of the gods on them are different, including men and women, and their expressions are slightly smiling. At the same time, these gods seem to have many hands, holding different weapons or instruments in their hands, and many round outlines appear on their backs.

"This is the gods who believe in the Great Ship tribe? Well... the gods who are multi-handed... are they the war gods who are good at fighting?"

Zuvaro scratched his head and thought for a while, and finally came to one conclusion: these large ship tribes are very good at painting and carving, and their paintings and sculptures are lifelike, which seems to be much more detailed than the abstract portraits of the Alliance...

"It's interesting, it's really interesting! The Lord God's witness! If you can catch an excellent painter and send it back to the kingdom to paint a brand new statue, it will definitely make Wang Du Qin Congcan's priest group very happy!... Ah! The Lord God will definitely be satisfied with my piety and forgive my little mistakes before!..."

Zuvaro's eyes flashed for a while, he clapped his hands and asked the warriors to pack all the spoils. He sent a few more people to cover the snow and frozen on the large five-masted ship on the glacier to check it out. He himself slowly walked to the two captured big ship leaders.

"The Lord God blesses us and gives us generous victory! How are the two captives?"

"Praise the Lord God! Captain, they kept shouting at the beginning. I used the vine stick to beat me for a while, but now they are honest and dare not say a word!"

"Well... I didn't hit the vitals?"

"No! The witness of the Lord God! Captain, I am a veteran of prisoners, so how could I make mistakes? The vine stick is not fatal, and it hurts. If you dip it in chili water, it would be an excellent way to train prisoners..."

"Well, don't worry! We have to take these prisoners south, and the journey is still long... As long as they don't cause trouble now... I'll talk to them first!"

"Yes! Captain!"

Zuvaro looked at the two captured big bowmen with a simple smile. The boat followed Murakami Jitong and monk Watanabe Masumi, both of whom were beaten to the point of bruises and swollen faces, and they were sitting in the snow with their heads tied up. They were tied with their wrists and ankles, waiting for their next fate in despair. Seeing Zuvaro coming, Murakami Jitong suddenly widened his eyes and cursed angrily.

"Damn it! You are like a wolf, a despicable sneak attacker! First take out gold to deceive people, deceive our horses, and then sneak attack for no reason!... Buddha! You must not die well, and you will also go to the beast after death!..."

"...Murakami, please curse a few less, don't anger the leader of Lu Yi! Look over there, they are treating the injured prisoners... I think they don't have to kill us!...Haman Great Bodhisattva blesses! I must not die here silently like a dog!..."

"Testimation of the Lord God! Two big ship heads, although we have captured you, in this cold extreme north, blood flows out and ice... We are not going to hold any sacrifices!"

Zuvaro smiled and squatted in front of the two of them, comforting them a few words. However, it was obvious that they could not understand the language and they did not understand a single word.

"Well... you don't understand my words... It doesn't matter! The Lord God blesses! You are using the words "The King God's Enlightenment..."

Zuvaro smiled and took out a book of accounts, but it was the details of the transactions recorded by the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi, who was the great merchant Kiyoshi Morino.

"Ginseng? Twenty boxes... Horses? Three horses... Fur, thirty-two bundles... Sand gold, three pounds..."

Zuvaro blinked, not understanding what ginseng is, nor knowing the meaning of horses, but he could guess roughly. Is the text of the alliance based on Chinese characters as the bones, localized pseudonyms and new characters as the auxiliary, or can communicate with countries in the Chinese character cultural circle...

After watching for a moment, Zuvaro threw the book aside. Then, he stretched out his finger and wrote a few simple square words on the snow in the shocked eyes of Murakami and Watanabe.

"Listen to me, live!...I don't listen! I offer sacrifices to God!"

"This is...what is this? Watanabe...this seems to be a word written by the head of the family?"

Seeing this line of familiar words, Murakami Ji Tong opened his eyes wide and looked at it for a while. Unfortunately, he always saw him, but he didn't recognize the words... He was born as a village samurai in Ekima, and at most he recognized a few kana names of Hewen. Except for "Amitabha", he did not recognize the Chinese language that was popular in the upper class of Hewen.

"Buddha! Listen to you... can you live?... Don't listen... dedicate to God?... What is this? The person is below, the heart is above, and the dagger is on the right... Ah! Dig out the heart with a dagger and hold it on the top of the head to God!..."

Next to the village, monk Masumi Watanabe read the words on the snow, looking unbelievable. He is the master of the martial arts family and has studied Buddhist scriptures in the temple. He is naturally familiar with Chinese and has a deep attainment. When he looked at the other party's unique word "Sacrifice" written by the other party, he felt a trembling heart and felt a cold all over his body...

But after a moment, Watanabe Masumi suddenly reacted again. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was overturned. He looked at the leader of Luyi with sincere faces in front of him, as if ten thousand horses were rushing past his heart. This man from the barbarian who appeared on a reindeer sled thousands of miles away from the far north actually wrote a Chinese sentence in front of him, stroked and stroked.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Buddha! You!...You...You are not Lu Yi?...You are with others?! No, you can't talk to each other... Could it be that you are?!..."

Watanabe Masumi widened his eyes and shouted incoherently for a while. He wanted to reach out to write, but couldn't lift it up. Zuvaro ordered the left and right, and a samurai held the axe vigilantly and untied the ropes on Watanabe's hand. As soon as he untied it, Watanabe pounced on the snow, his fingers trembled, and wrote down the same line of square words.

"Why are you a man? a Korean? a Jiaozhi? a Tang people?"

"Um?…"

Seeing this line of words and seeing these southern tribes that appeared in His Majesty's prophecy, Zuvaro showed joy and smiled on his lips. These tribes of the big ships were indeed from the south! After he pondered for a moment, he wrote an answer.

"We are the Jiaoman! From the east of the sea, 20,000 miles..."

"Ah! Jiaoren? Twenty thousand miles east of the sea?... Buddha! Is this true or false?... Such a long distance, which country is it from the thirty-six overseas countries? Or which continent is it from the four major continents?..."

Seeing this line of unexpected answers, Watanabe Masumi widened his eyes, and his mind was completely confused. Seeing the suspicion in Watanabe's eyes, Zuvaro smiled and did not explain anything. He just continued to write a line and asked the big bowman who could write and communicate.

"Where are you from? Female Nao? North Korea? Immediate?..."

The north wind blows snow, burying the coldness and solemnity of the snow field. Watanabe Masumi pursed her lips and stared at the questions on the snow in front of her, thinking about the possible hidden disputes and murderous intent behind the questions.

"Buddha! Give me enlightenment of enlightenment! The 20,000 miles east of Haidong? Why did the Jiaoman appear here? Is it still using Chinese?..."

Monk soldier Watanabe Masumi looked at him for a long time, then looked at Zuvaro with a look of anticipation, and was confused and could not judge anything. He pondered for a while, gritted his teeth hard, then lowered his head and wrote down a... "and" on the cold snow.
Chapter completed!