The clear alcohol washed away the herbal paste and killed the raw embroidery bacteria on the iron arrowhead, and he pulled out a small box of dried hemostatic herbal powder from his pouch and sprinkled it on the wound.

His companion helped him take out a clean white cloth roll from his cloth bag and bandage the wound

The powder induced the high-purity aroma of wine on the wound, causing the Ezo warriors to swallow and foam, but in the dark, they all restrained their addiction.

In the Tangfang Grange, wine was no longer a sacrifice for the gods, but even without the stern orders of the head Stonenu, they were not willing to use these strong liquors as drinks, which could be used as medicine.

In the past three months of recuperation, they have been well aware of the effects of these alcohol, Da Song medicinal powder improvements.

They already knew that the wine would keep their wounds from stinking and that they would not have to break their arms and legs to survive.

And they knew better that the Ezo prisoners of war could be bought back by her from the Fuso people, it was not without a price, they didn't have to be slaves of the enemies of Fuso, but they were never willing to be killed by the Shengfan in this duck-built mountain forest.

They want to survive and take back the tribal land that was usurped by the Fuso,

For Ji Qingchen, it is not difficult to recommend the use of these medicines, because the cleverness of that small-headed man Stonenu is:

As long as he makes up his mind, he can put aside any sacrifice to the gods and any god tradition.

And she also hopes that the mercenaries who spend money will be used repeatedly.

"You're too slow, I'll take you away-"

The back slave became impatient, grabbed her waist with one hand, and jumped out.

Before she could speak, she almost bit her tongue, and the back slave took her to leap easily, jumping over a pit dug by a lynx to give birth. Climb the next mountain.

“…… Someone is chasing after you!"

She could hear the chase of the Fuso peasants trampling on the vine grass, and she reminded as she grabbed the belt of the animal skin skirt on her back.

Sure enough, the back slave ignored her, and just sped up.

She endured the discomfort of her stomach churning, and was held in the crook of her arm like a piece of dead flesh by the back slave, and only saw the occasional starlight leaking through the dense canopy of the deep mountains, and landing on the road she was about to set foot on.

The Moonlight Grove is not far ahead.

The mountains and forests in the eyes swayed. The roots of the trees are undulating underfoot. The back slave took her and ran through the dark mountains without looking back, although he carried a large living man under his left arm. He was as easy as the ten empty-handed Ezo warriors around him.

Far less familiar with the mountains and forests than them, she is really a burden.

Because her hometown in her previous life was also in the mountains, she was actually far more accustomed to walking in the mountains and forests than many people in her previous life.

So in this life, when she was ten years old, she would not be afraid to walk home from Zhuma Temple with a bag of bran rice on her back. She knew how to avoid snakes in the grass on the mountain trails, before studying junior high school biology and geography textbooks. She already knew how to look at the color and density of the leaves to determine the direction.

She is also not afraid of animal calls.

She looked at the shadows of the retreating trees on both sides, silently calculating the time, her henchman Ji Mo, there was no need to be distracted to protect her burden. Should have arrived at the garrison booth.

After arranging the precautions in the pavilion, he may soon enter the Zhuma Temple.

She was thinking that the plan was smooth, and Ji Mo and the others could rush to the temple through the North Mountain Road. An arrow rang out in his ears, and the iron arrows of the Fuso people passed by with the sound of the wind. She was so shocked that she broke out in a cold sweat.

Before she could protest, the mercenaries paid attention to her safety, but heard the shouts of the back-to-back slaves:

"Hey!"

Backonu glanced down at her as he ran, she understood what he meant, and had to try to get closer to the Ezo woman's fierceness.

She twisted her arm and pulled the arrow from her quiver, turning her head to squint at the torch figure chasing behind.

With a soft thud, the pursuers who were carrying torches fell down, but they endured no screams.

Among the newly chased Fusang mountain people, she could see that there were already temple slaves in the Zhuma Temple, and she knew that many temple slaves in the temple had learned to ride and shoot with the monks and soldiers.

Under the light of the torches, the gray-white fine linen monk's robe was the clothes that only high-ranking temple slaves could wear, and she had worn it before.

――Presumably some temple slaves from the village have come back tonight to participate in the worship of the gods.

"Not good."

When the voice of the back slave came, she was slightly startled and looked up at him.

However, his expression was not that he felt that the shape was bad, but that he felt that she should not take the initiative to attack.

Between the red and green bear symbols, his gaze was reproachful, and he said in Ezo:

"A warrior will not destroy the sacrifice of gods in other people's tribes."

“… So what did you just see me doing? ”

She also realized at this time that none of the ten Ezo warriors around her made a move, they were blindly running, and only she fought back. So she didn't cooperate with them at all.

Maybe the glance at the slave just now was just confirming her safety?

She completely misunderstood?

Ji Qingchen couldn't help but feel that it was really her luck to meet his uncle Stoneu in the past and be found by him who secretly learned Song Chinese.

Stonenu apparently had observed her for half a year, and had taken full care of her habits of speech and action, so that he negotiated with her almost without hindrance, and then made an alliance with her.

The backslave has neither the wisdom that comes from experience, nor the patience and time for the time being.

“……”

Beitongnu was very unhappy, only a despicable mortal enemy would destroy the sacrifice of other tribes, and although the Fuso people were the mortal enemies of the Ezo people, the Ezo warriors were not despicable.

Although his uncle asked him to protect her along the way and show respect to the female leader, he felt that compared to the female leaders in the far north of the Ezo tribe, the female leader of the Tang Fang was not open-minded enough to be a leader.

She had no fear of the gods.

"There are sacrifices."

He repeatedly emphasized.

He wanted to tell her that although his uncle said that the Moonlight Forest was an abandoned sacrificial ground, because the Fuso people had been attacking them, he temporarily judged that the Fusang people had reused this abandoned sacrificial ground in order to ensure the smooth progress of this year's festival.

Therefore, when they break into the vicinity of the sacred places where people worship in this way, the Fuso people will of course be angry.

They should just stay out of the way and not fight back.

"The one who has sacrifices is Shengfan, not the Fuso people."

She was inexplicable. Explained as best he could.

Of course, she knew about the god worship meeting held by the Shengban before their bloody revenge, and similarly, the ritual of the Fuso mountain people today had been destroyed because of this, but she certainly had to fight back if they attacked like this.

Their group-marriage-sacrifice-ritual on the first day of the seventh month was originally held on the side of Xishan Road, so it was deliberately attacked by the students. In order to completely destroy the Fuso people's rituals to the gods.

Raw in the forest. There is no warrior complex such as "a despicable mortal enemy will destroy the sacrifice of other people" such as betraying the slave.

Even if there were, it was wiped out by the bloody conflicts over the years.

She couldn't explain to him in simpler words that the Fuso people were so relentless in chasing after him. Of course, she has to return the color.

In addition, she secretly suspected that the Zhuma Temple or the Jizhu Merchant House deliberately prevented her from entering the mountain, which was entirely Tang Fang's internal affairs and empirical reasoning, and perhaps it was just due to her excessive suspicion. So it's more cumbersome to explain to him. She simply didn't mention it at all.

She and Beitongnu argued quietly, each trying to communicate in Song and Ezo, which were not fluent.

However, she was still busy fighting back.

He was also busy temporarily adjusting the nearest road to Zhuma Temple.

Until she twisted her body. Having already shot a fifth arrow, piercing the right calf of the fifth Fuso peasant, the ten Ezo warriors who accompanied him finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to follow her example. Fought back.

They don't want to be compared to women.

Seeing that the pursuers, who were not much of a threat in the first place, were shot down in pieces by crossbow arrows, Beitongnu finally found the right words to express his meaning clearly. He said in Song language:

"The sacrifice of the Fuso people, the sacrifice of the living fan. Both, today. ”

Then, he whispered a few more words, scolding the Ezo warriors who behaved as vilely as her.

She was busy fighting, but she was almost out of breath by the arm he held around her waist, and her hand on the crossbow machine couldn't help but pause, turned her head to look at him angrily, and said:

"I know, but the places where the Fuso people have held sacrifices in the past five years are on the side of Nishiyama Road-"

However, just as she turned her head, her eyes suddenly opened up.

Like a hook crescent moon, the figure is cast from under the clouds, and it is reflected in a clear stream in front of the woods.

On the other side of the wide stream, there is a relatively flat open forest.

The moonlight shone lightly, dyeing the plants and flowers at the water's edge in July, and the dense thatch that shone with spots of light in the forest was already half a man's height, swaying in the wind.

It was the moonlit woods that Stonenu had mentioned, and she could hear the concussive sound of a waterfall crashing down on the surface of the lake in the distance.

"Can't go here!"

By the moonlight between the woods and streams, she finally saw a divine beast face hanging high on the trunk of the tree by the stream, which was very eye-catching.

She recognized that it was a sacrifice face that the Fusang mountain people would definitely hang up when they sacrificed.

Just like when she was ten years old, she followed the monks into the mountains to collect grain, and left the village out of damn curiosity, and when she followed the stream to the holy place where they held their group-marriage-sacrifice, she had seen this mythical beast face......

She finally understood that this year, the people of Fusang had moved the location of the group wedding ceremony back to this abandoned sacrifice ground.

She couldn't help but change color on her face, and exclaimed:

"We can't move forward, let's go around-!"

She cried out, trying to stop the attempt to take him directly across the stream.

She knew that he wanted to cross the Fusang people's sacrificial holy place and take a shortcut to Zhuma Temple, and she also knew that even if Beitongnu knew that there was a god sacrifice conference here, she might not know what gods Fusang was worshipping.

Because the Ezo people in Hokkaido, in the far north, do not have a festival on the first day of the seventh month because of the different seasonal temperatures.

But the waist-high stream had gagged her mouth.

By the time she struggled to put her head out of the water, she had already stepped on the other side of the stream, and after crossing the bend between the two trees, she could directly break into the moonlight forest that covered an area of three or four miles.

Of course, he wanted to go from the Moonlight Forest to Zhuma Temple as originally planned.

He had already judged that it would be much faster to walk through the edge of the woods, even if he didn't cross from the very center as he had originally intended. Anyway, the forest guards of the Fuso festival have already discovered them.

Warriors will not spoil the rituals of other peoples, but neither will Ezo warriors fear the wrath of other gods.

They will fight to the death against the Fuso people to protect the land given to them by the gods.

"Be careful!"

Large, sturdy rattan nets had swooped down on the top, and the rattans were reinforced with fishing nets, and were tied with sharp thorns, fish bones, and pieces of iron, enveloping the twelve of their intruders.

The sound of the knife rang out almost simultaneously.

Ten stalks of fine iron were intertwined like nets, flashing in the moonlight.

Beitongnu didn't make a move at all, and the ten Ezo warriors scattered around him cooperated with each other, and at the same time, they used the fine iron fast knife made by Tang Fang to cut the rattan net to pieces.

In the unexpected shouts of the Fusang mountain people, the slave head did not bother to reply, and jumped into the half-human-high stream with her again, ready to cross again.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the long bundle of hair at the back of his head.

She pulled his head down, and by the moonlight, she finally saw his expressionless face, and the smug look in his eyes after defeating the enemy with the light of his companions.

She could only scold herself in her heart:

She had to be stupid to think that the calm look in his eyes could compare to that of his uncle Stoner.

The hairy boy is the hairy boy!

He is not much different from the people in the workshop who have nothing to do and fight and make trouble!

"Go around! Didn't you understand me?! ”

Some of the grass paste on her face was washed away by the stream, and in the moonlight, he could see the anger in her eyes.

He was even more unhappy, and said with a straight face:

"Direct, fast."

She was the one who wanted to go to the Zhuma Temple in the middle of the night, she was the one who shot and injured the Fusang people who protected the sacrifice, and she was the one who wanted to bypass the sacrifice site.

It's already hurting people anyway, so do you want to give up the shortcut?

He was troubled that the road had been agreed upon by her and her uncle Stoneu, and that there should be no rituals, but there were more and more Fuso people in the neighborhood, and it seemed that rituals were beginning to be held in the neighborhood.

He had mentally readjusted his route as close as possible. According to his plan, he could not completely interrupt the ritual of the Fuso. They walked on the edge of the moonlit woods and went straight up to the Zhuma Temple.

Despite the attacks of the Fuso, with the Ezo warriors present, she will not be hurt.

And the reason why he kept making adjustments to his plans so cleverly was entirely because she couldn't hold her breath along the way and kept fighting back.

Now she will suddenly regret it and want to take a different path?

Can't she trust him?

If it weren't for the fact that his uncle Stoneu had taught him for three months that he must show respect to the female owner, and that he should try to learn Song and communicate with her, it would be better if she would allow the Ezo people to learn the trade in the blacksmith......

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have bothered to talk to her. (To be continued)

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