The bonfire in the distance suddenly went out, which made Gorobei, who had always been wary of the bandits, feel nervous. Years of experience in combat told him that the bandits would attack with all their strength soon!
At this time, there was only one samurai and no more than a dozen farmers here. Kuzo had just led half of his men to support Kazuha Sorayama. It was the moment when his own defensive strength was at its weakest. His decision coincided with that of Kanbei.
: Be on guard and don’t let a single horse enter the village!
The decision was made in an instant. When the first bonfire was extinguished, Gorobei immediately ordered the farmers to block the intersection with the prepared horses and thick wooden stakes.
When a farmer put down the last piece of wood in his hand and was bending back to retreat to the trench, three musket shots were fired one after another. Two flowers of blood spattered from behind the farmer, and he fell forward without saying a word.
Gorobei yelled: "Get down! Everyone get down!"
Three muskets! It turns out that the bandits from other directions did not carry them, and they were all concentrated here! Gorobei secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, he might really die here this time.
For so many years, Gorobei has been able to avoid death one after another because he is never impulsive on the battlefield. With his wise mind and analysis, he can always avoid those fatal situations. And with his gentle temperament, he never
He is brave and fierce with others, but he will not fight with others just because of his anger.
Just when he thought he might find a quiet temple to become a monk in the rest of his life, or become a wandering monk, he happened to meet the equally wise and gentle Kanbei.
As he said himself: The decision to help him participate in the farmers' war against bandits was not due to sympathy for the farmers' pain, but because it is rare to have a close friend in life!
Gorobei knew that if the remaining bandits really attacked this place with all their strength, and there were muskets in the dark that could attack at any time, he would never be spared. However, even if he died, he could not live up to the trust he had entrusted to him.
, we must hold off the bandits before support arrives!
Gorobei took off the big bow on his back, stuck the bow and arrows one by one on the ground beside him, and stared at the direction of the loud sound of horse hooves. He sat behind the wooden fence, bent his bow and arrows, and listened to the sound of horse hooves to calculate the mountains.
The thief's distance. [It's close, there are still 200 steps, there are still 150 steps... right now!]
Gorobei jumped up and released his bowstring without hesitation. The long arrow shot like a black light into the group of bandits on horseback and was deeply embedded in the horse's head under the seat of the bandit at the front.
The charging horse whinnied and fell to the ground. The bandit in the stirrups had no time to vault, half of his body was pinned under the horse, and he didn't even have time to scream. The second bandit's horse's hoof had already stepped hard into his chest. A mouthful of blood came out.
The spring spurted out into the sky, dyeing the belly of the third bandit's horse red, and then his body was like a rag, being trampled to pieces by the hooves of the horses behind him!
Gorobei had no time to check the results of the battle, so he stood on the spot and fired two more arrows. One arrow was dodged by the bandit who was on guard, and the other arrow shot through the arm of another bandit. At this time, the bandit was no more than 20 steps away from Muzha.
He threw away his bow and arrow, drew his long knife and shouted at the cowering peasants in front of him: "Retreat means death! Not only you, but also the villagers will die! Those who want to live, follow me to kill the enemy. Hold on for a moment, and reinforcements will arrive."
Come and kill!"
The defense here can be said to be the weakest. Under Kanbei's strategic guidance of "cannot defend, we need to leave one side for the bandits to attack", there is no strong and tall wooden fence built like the west side of the village, only one and a half.
The moveable horse, which was entangled with thick branches and rattan, could barely block the mountain road. Although the bandit could not jump across on horseback, it was actually relatively easy to move it away or dismount and crawl in together.
There were 13 bandits in total who attacked. One of them was trampled to death by random horses, and another had an injured arm. He hid at the end and shouted. The farmers held long bamboo spears and poked out from the gaps between the horses to prevent the bandits from approaching.
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Gorobei rushed to the front and swung his sword vigorously, but he did not cause any harm to any bandits. It was far less lethal than the cold arrows he secretly fired in the dark. Even so, he had to take the lead and rush to the front, because without him,
Those farmers didn't even have the courage to raise their bamboo guns!
During the fierce battle, Gorobei had to keep an eye on the two bandits holding muskets. Once he found that the two men lit the match and raised their guns to aim, he would shake his body from side to side and use the bandits in front, or even
The farmers around him blocked him.
It's not that Gorobei is ruthless, but that in order to stop the bandits at this moment, he himself must not fall. Even if the farmers suffer heavy casualties, as long as he is still fighting, his morale will not collapse. His extreme vigilance allowed him to escape two musket attacks.
Fire, but what worried Gorobei the most was where the third musket was!
There were three corpses of farmers lying on the ground, and the horses had been destroyed in pieces. Except for the bandits who fell from the horse at the beginning, no one on the attacking bandits had died, although the number of farmers was larger than that of the mountain bandits.
There are a few more thieves, but the irreparable gap in equipment and personnel quality leaves farmers with basically no good way to kill the enemy.
The bamboo spear stabbed into the armored body of the bandit could not cause harm to the other party, and the flesh and blood of the peasants could not stop the hot bullets and cold blades. As the casualties increased, they had begun to become numb at this time.
The only reason why farmers still raise their guns is their deepest hatred for bandits and their strong desire to protect their parents, wives and children in the village.
A fierce bandit half crouched on the top of the horse, jumped down, and struck at the top of Gorobei's head viciously. Gorobei raised his sword with both hands to block the attack, but the strong impact made him kneel down on one knee.
He was attacked] He sighed secretly, pushed away the knife on his head with all his strength, and immediately called on the peasants on the left and right to surround and kill the thief.
At this moment, the third musket he had been alert to finally fired a fatal blow. A bullet hit Gorobei's abdomen from the left front. He staggered back a few steps, leaning on the ground with a knife in both hands, trying to hold himself up.
Down.
"You have failed, Kanbei," Gorobei muttered.
When the bandit on the other side saw that he had been shot, he smiled ferociously and stabbed straight into his chest. Losing his strength, he could only watch the blade getting closer and closer to him. Time seemed very slow at this moment, and he could even feel it.
By the time the opponent's knife had cut through his stomach pouch, it had penetrated his back.
When the fire of his consciousness was about to extinguish, suddenly a lightning-dazzling sword light flashed in front of his eyes. As this light appeared, the bandit's arms and head in front of him left the body together, and hot blood spurted on his head.
One face.
He turned his head with difficulty, and the last picture that appeared in front of him was the stern profile of Kazuyo Sorayama. Gorobei gently exhaled his last breath, and thought to himself: It turns out that Lord Sorayama has arrived... It seems that I have lived up to Kanbei.