Chapter 40 I really want to kill the people in this village
The crooked group of farmers in front of them is almost the representative of the word "weak" in this era. They have no spirit, no physical strength, and not even a trace of life. The body holding the bamboo gun does not look any thicker than the gun in his hand. Chrysanthemum
Chiyo doubted very much whether they had the strength to stab with their spears!
He couldn't help but hate the Kanbei who assigned him such a dispensable task, and muttered: "What's the use of these losers! That bald man must look down on Uncle Kikuchiyo, damn it!"
Kikuchiyo happened to see a farmer holding a grain pancake and stuffing it into his mouth. He was so angry that he jumped on his feet and cursed: "Those who are eating are not allowed to eat! Bastard! Do you think this is a cowshed? Look at you guys
The rabble is rotten!”
He pulled out his sword and pointed it at everyone fiercely: "The leader takes a step forward." All the farmers took a step back, leaving He Ping at the front who was unable to react.
"You, come out! I'm talking about you," Kikuchiyo raised his sword and pointed it at Heping, who was stunned on the spot.
He Ping's eyes were dull, his body was hunched, he took two steps forward with his legs trembling.
Kikuchiyo raised the big blade of his hand downwards, imitating Yohei's gun-holding movements, and walked around twisting and turning.
Seeing Kikuchiyo's vivid imitation, the children watching the excitement burst into laughter.
Strangely enough, none of the children in the village went to watch the other samurai, even Shichiroji and Hayashida Heihachi, who seemed much kinder than Kikuchiyo. It seemed that only the children could truly tell who was the most impressive among these samurai.
The kind one.
"Don't laugh. If you want to watch the fun, each person will be charged a penny." Kikuchiyo pretended to be frightened.
"What is this?" He put the sword back into its sheath, reached out and grabbed the spear gun in Yu Ping's hand and looked at it carefully. "It's a spear," Yu Ping said sarcastically, holding the spear gun in his hand.
This style of spear gun was the mainstream weapon of Ashigaru in Japan at the end of the Warring States Period. It was polished with a wooden pole and inserted into an iron spear head as flat as buckwheat. The length of the spear was only 2 meters, and an extremely low-cost weapon was born.
Of course, even such a weapon is not as simple as the bamboo spear usually used by farmers: just cut a long bamboo in the mountains, sharpen it, and then bake it with fire to harden the spear head. It can be made at any time without any
Of course, there is no need to be too demanding about its power in terms of cost.
Obviously, although the bamboo spear in Heping's hand is crude, it is not a weapon that farmers may have.
That was what Kikuchiyo meant. He weighed the spear in his hand and cursed: "Idiot! How did you get this spear? Could it be that it grew in the mountains?"
Yoping's mouth opened and closed but he didn't make any sound, as if he didn't dare to answer this question.
Kikuchiyo said contemptuously with a look like "You don't have to say anything, I understand everything": "It doesn't need to be said, I know that this must have been taken from the remnants of the soldiers. You idiots have it, so must the other people in the village."
Yes. Not just cheap stuff like this, you must also have hidden a lot of other weapons and even armors!"
Seeing the frightened and overwhelmed faces of the farmers, Kikuchiyo stamped his feet and shouted: "Do you still want to kill the bandits? Why don't you tell me now? Tell me now!"
At this time, except for Kikuchiyo and Katsushiro, all the samurai were sitting around the map, discussing the loopholes in the village's defense.
Kanbingwei pointed at the map cautiously and said: "This is good, and so is this, but there is a problem here..."
Before he finished speaking, Kikuchiyo's excited shouts were heard outside the house, as if he was directing the farmers to come carrying heavy objects.
Wearing a suit of armor that he found somewhere, he shouted to a large group of farmers who were following him: "Others, stay back."
He held a big gun and drove Heping and another farmer into the house carrying a pile of weapons and armor. Kazuye Sorayama looked up and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This was different from what he saw when he first came to this era.
The postures of Ping and Liji collecting trophies are so similar!
Kikuchiyo said excitedly: "Yo Xi! What a great harvest!" He slapped away Yohei's hand that was resting on his armor, took it out and threw it to the ground, presenting the treasure to the warriors with a proud look on his face.
Kanbei turned around, stared at Kikuchiyo and asked: "Where did these weapons come from?"
"It was taken from the hands of a fallen warrior." Kikuchiyo said nonchalantly.
The expressions of all the warriors changed suddenly, and they all looked up at Kikuchiyo, even Jiuzou, the indifferent swordsman, was no exception.
"Where did you get it?" Kan Bingwei asked with a gloomy face, word by word: "From this village?!"
"Oh~" Kikuchiyo said casually: "I got it from Wan Zao's house."
All the warriors stared at Wan Zao, who was carrying a weapon at the door. Wan Zao was so frightened by so many murderous eyes that he was so frightened that he almost fell out of the house.
It was only then that Kikuchiyo noticed the abnormality in the atmosphere, and muttered: "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?" He pulled up the armor on the ground and patted it: "This is a top-notch weapon style! Huh? What's going on? You didn't say you needed it.
Weapons..."
Shichiroji, who had always been honest and honest, stood up suddenly, clenched his fists tightly and shouted at Kikuchiyo: "Shut up! Are you still a samurai?!"
Walking behind Kikuchiyo, he pointed at the weapons on the ground and said excitedly: "This is what farmers got from killing samurai!"
Kikuchiyo snorted indifferently: "I knew it a long time ago!" Shichiroji was so angry that he couldn't suppress his anger. He grabbed Kikuchiyo's shoulders with his hands and shook him: "I knew you still..."
"That's enough!" Kanbei stopped his old partner: "You have to be a fallen warrior to understand the taste of each one!"
Shichiroji was filled with grief and anger and could not vent his anger. He pushed Kikuchiyo away, picked up a big gun from the ground, used all his strength, and threw the gun far away with a loud shout, scaring the farmers watching outside the house to disperse!
The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of Shichiroji's wheezing breathing constantly ringing out.
After thinking about it for a moment, Ichiyo Sora already understood the reason.
It is a common practice for farmers in this era to go together to the battlefield at the end of the war to collect scattered weapons in exchange for food, just like the scene that happened when they were just thrown into this era.
At that time, Li Ji saw himself and stabbed him out without mercy. It is conceivable that these warriors must have encountered this situation.
Although the fighting ability of farmers is not worth mentioning, even if they are as strong as Jiuzang in martial arts, they may not be stronger than a few young and strong farmers after a fierce war.
Surrounding and killing those bruised and exhausted warriors and taking away their weapons has long been a nightmare for those defeated warriors: they finally managed to escape with their lives, only to be slaughtered like dogs by lowly peasants, so dishonorable
The way he died made the warriors hate him so much that they would never rest in peace!
Therefore, once a village is found to be hiding a large amount of weapons and equipment belonging to samurai, it has become the consensus of every samurai to massacre the villagers and burn down the village.
Shichiroji's breathing gradually subsided, and the room fell into dead silence.
"I... really want to... kill the people in this village." Jiuzang lowered his head and muttered to himself.
None of the warriors spoke, which showed that this was definitely not Jiuzang's thought alone.
At this moment, fighting bandits and protecting farmers were completely out of the minds of the samurai.