At this time, the four farmers are still continuing their journey to find the samurai. In fact, several of them are not sure about finding the samurai. Heping is timid and cowardly, Liji is impulsive and aggressive, and Wan Zao is vicious and evil.
, Mosuke's loyalty and honesty, and their different personalities make them each have different thoughts, but they are also desperate for the impending disaster in the village.
Walking to the riverside in a small village near the castle town, this anxiety finally caused Rikichi and Manzo, two people who had never dealt with each other, to start a fierce fight. No matter how peaceful he was, Mosuke tried his best to pull away, but he still refused to let go.
Wan Zao shouted: "You bastard always said you wanted to go back to the village to make a bamboo spear. Do you think you can kill more than thirty bandits?! If you can't invite samurai back, you can only negotiate with the bandits."
OK, I agree!" Breaking away from Heping's pull, Liji said with a sneer: "However, if we negotiate, what can we give to the bandits? The food was stolen by them last year, so I hope they will show mercy.
Spare the village? Huh, but your daughter Shino is beautiful and can be used." Veins on Wan Zao's forehead throbbed wildly, and it was obvious that he had been touched against his skin. However, thinking of the cruelty of the bandits, he struggled for a while and finally sighed in despair.
The bandits are warriors, but they just lost their master and don't want to become a homeless man with no food and clothing. The bandits are also well-trained, and they are even more murderous. Even hundreds of young and strong villagers, without any training, can't do anything.
Even if a leader is human, he will inevitably end up being slaughtered.
Either find samurai and kill all the bandits, or starve to death after being robbed by bandits of food. The farmers have no other way out.
The two stopped quarreling and went to wash and tidy their dusty clothes by the river in silence.
The noisy footsteps and whispers of the crowd came closer and closer, and I saw a group of farmers surrounding a middle-aged samurai from the entrance of the village, stopping on the other side of the river where they were. The middle-aged samurai put the long knife on his waist behind him, took out his knife and cut it off.
He sat on a stone by the river and wet his hair with his hands. A monk standing next to the warrior held a razor. He hesitated and began to use the razor to carefully shave off the rest of the warrior's hair.
The four of them stared at all this with their mouths open. Mosuke couldn't help but ask the woman watching the excitement: "What's going on?" The woman pointed towards the entrance of the village and said: "There is a thief in the barn. After he was discovered, he
Escaped." The four of them glanced at each other, as if they still didn't understand the connection between the thief in the barn and the samurai shaving their heads. With curiosity, they walked towards the barn, where there was also a group of people holding sickles and wooden sticks.
Watching the barn.
Next to him, a young warrior who seemed to have just entered Yuan Dynasty held the long sword at his waist and asked eagerly: "How many thieves?" "Just one." "One?" The young warrior looked puzzled and had a slightly mocking tone.
He said: "So many people are catching a thief?" Looking at his expression, you can tell that there is something left unsaid: You are too cowardly for a thief to engage in such a big battle.
"It's no use having too many people." A farmer holding a sickle explained: "The thief caught a child and said he would kill the child first if we moved. Did you hear that? What happened at midnight, the poor child has been crying for most of the day, and now he is crying
I can’t cry.”
Mosuke squeezed through the crowd, looked at the samurai who was shaving his head by the river, and asked, "Why did the samurai shave his head?" The farmer said, "Who knows! We asked him to save people, and he immediately agreed and asked for two rice balls."
Another farmer came over and continued: "I asked a passing monk to shave his head and borrowed the monk's cassock. I really don't understand what he was planning."
A young woman staggered towards the river carrying a pottery bowl. She must be the mother of the child preparing rice balls. Everyone also returned to the river to continue watching, and there seemed to be more people watching.
The middle-aged samurai was also ready. He put on the monk's tattered cassock with his bald head and glanced across the river. At some point, the positions of several farmers were occupied by a man with a shoulder-to-shoulder Nodachi. The middle-aged samurai glanced at him.
He immediately grinned and leaned forward, looking curiously at the middle-aged warrior who was changing his clothes.
The middle-aged samurai who had packed up took the pottery bowl containing the rice balls from the woman's hand and walked towards the barn. The huge crowd of onlookers moved accordingly, and when they reached a certain distance, they all stopped and watched the middle-aged samurai get closer to the barn.
Getting closer and closer. The man who was carrying the nodachi on the opposite bank just now squeezed through the crowd roughly, kicked over a wooden barrel, sat down with his legs spread, and stared at the back of the middle-aged samurai without knowing what he was thinking.
Before reaching the entrance of the warehouse, a crazy and panicked voice came from inside: "Back off! Back off! If you come back again, I will kill this kid." The middle-aged samurai walked to the door slowly and gently as before.
Said: "A monk, I am a monk." The thief inside was still shouting crazily: "Back off! Back off!"
When he reached the entrance of the warehouse, the samurai put down the rice ball in his hand and pretended to struggle to open the wooden door. He said, "I'm not here to catch you. I'm just a monk. I won't come in because I'm afraid the children will be hungry." He bent down and raised his hand.
He picked up a rice ball and gestured towards the barn: "Here are the rice balls, one of them is for you, um, don't you want it? What's wrong?" Chen Mo, the thief inside, shouted for a moment: "Throw it over here!"
The middle-aged samurai threw the rice ball in, rubbed his hands and stood up, seemingly lowering his head to tidy up the tattered cassock. Everyone was watching in confusion. In the blink of an eye, the samurai rushed in like an eagle pounced on a hare.
Hearing a dull shout from inside, the thief stumbled out of the barn. Before anyone could panic, he staggered down and stopped making any sound.
Everyone was shocked! The samurai carrying the nodachi put the sword on his shoulder to the ground and carefully approached the thief's body to observe.
The middle-aged samurai carried a bloody knife and walked out of the barn with a crying child in his arms. The young woman immediately rushed forward, took the child from the samurai's hands and cried to comfort him. The samurai walked to the motionless thief.
In front of him, he threw the knife on the ground and left without looking back.
Watching the middle-aged samurai walk away, the man poked the thief with his Nakano Dachi, then picked up the blood-stained knife on the ground and looked around, picked it up and cheered loudly, as if the thief had been killed by him personally. Everyone saw the crisis
Completely relieved, they all came closer to watch the man show off his power.
From the beginning to the end, the four people with Ping Liji never took their eyes off the middle-aged samurai. They watched the middle-aged samurai change back into his samurai uniform, pick up his bamboo hat and then walk away. The four of them looked at each other with expressions on their faces.
I couldn't hide my joy at all.
In their view, this middle-aged samurai is chivalrous, powerful and strategic, and everything seems to be designed to solve their crisis. No matter what, they must try their best to persuade the samurai and ask him to repel the bandits and save the village.