The choice of the Yi was not unexpected, and their relationship with the rebels was not very close. After all, even if it is a wealthy family who intends to oppose the emperor and does not have much loyalty, he is still a peacemaker. It is impossible for them, who occupy the dominant position as the main body of society and have been taught and instilled with the idea that "we are born noble" since childhood, treat ethnic minorities equally.

And fundamentally, it is precisely because of the conflict between these rebels and those in power that they have further led to the "collateral harm" of ethnic minorities and other groups that are not controlled by the central government. So if you want to be serious, these people are actually inseparable from the difficulties that the Yi people are facing today.

Such a situation reminds our Luoan girl of the former kingdom of Avenella to some extent.

The Lamanite scholar once said that "a weak country has no diplomacy", and this is also true for nations. As an ethnic minority, the Yi people are not united enough, and they were inexplicably involved when they started infighting with others. They have no equal strength with either side, so they can only consider themselves unlucky, flee, or temporarily cling to one or the other to survive.

They don't even have the option of staying out of the matter, they can only choose to take sides or perish.

It's so sad that a weak existence that doesn't have the right to speak of its own. This is not even a persecution against them, but only because the rebellion of others has touched the scale of rebellion in the center, causing them to increase their control and try to prevent a larger rebellion in advance.

Even history doesn't record them.

Because history is written by the victors. The victor may praise his opponent to show that he is strong enough to defeat such a strong opponent, and he may discredit his opponent, but no one will remember a small role that does not even have the qualifications to stand on the chessboard and face off.

Whenever the torrent of the times changes, there will always be countless small characters who are caught up in it and disappear silently in the torrent.

And what future generations rarely know and rarely care.

They did it before they disappeared.

It is like a dying star twinkling and twinkling, and it is difficult to compete with the bright moon, but it seems to be declaring with his last strength that he has used everything to live.

That struggle.

"Whoa—"

At the beginning of March, heavy rain poured down in the northern part of Crescent Chau.

Spring rains wash away the solid frozen soil that had accumulated over the winter, loosening them. But before that, some of the tenacious plants had already taken root and sprouted from them, taking the lead in the cold early spring to get as much sunlight as possible.

The nutrient-rich soil of the mountains flows down the streams formed by rain and snowmelt, which moisten the valleys and plains, and the animals that have come out of hibernation begin to forage for food.

The females lead the young, who are not accustomed to walking and stumbling on their own, to feed in the winter, while the hungry predators have their sights on the weaker targets.

The early spring is vibrant.

But just as a brilliant flower must be rooted in abundant nutrients, this vitality is also based on the cruelty of life and death.

This is true for wild beasts, and it is true for humans.

The rain fell on the bright red armor, "ticking" down the arc of the helmet, dripping onto the shoulder armor, and falling on the smooth blade of the sword.

"Hah-" The samurai's breath formed a white mist through the gaps in his visor, and he deliberately controlled the amplitude of his breath to avoid exhaling too much breath in one breath, causing the white mist to obscure his vision, giving the tall stranger on the other side a chance to defeat him.

The situation is unfavorable.

There were 5 samurai, and 16 of Ashigaru's own team should have been enough to guard this covered checkpoint.

Even when he saw those Yi people who should have belonged to him but were in cahoots with outsiders, he didn't have much fear—how could they be compared to a professional soldier who had been trained to stab wooden people at least three times a day?

He is very confident in his heart, and even if he raises the anti-flag, he still has the self-esteem of being a Japanese aristocratic samurai.

Thousands of years of experience and abundant funds, full of military books, at least three or more main weapons are well understood.

He believes that no matter what situation he faces, he already has a suitable plan to deal with it. The men under him knew exactly how to set up their formation, what posture to take on the enemy, how to blockade, how to flank, or how to buy time for reinforcements to arrive.

Like any other samurai son, he memorized the war books and knew exactly how he should respond if the opponent adopted a certain offensive formation.

He is ready to take on the most adequate posture and is ready to change formations at any time.

But the other side.

There was no offensive formation of any of the kind written in the war book.

"Ober (release the arrows)!!" he heard a woman's voice shout, and then the group of Yiren stood in the distance in a mess and drew their bows.

The samurai was dumbfounded. The bows in the hands of these men did not have a similar size and pull, and even the size and weight of the arrows used were different, and the rain of arrows fired was crooked and slanted, and it was not enough to form a real blow.

'What a stupid ragtag would do this?' Still, as a precautionary measure—for the Yi people were said to quench poison their arrows and seal their throats with blood—he had his men raise the bamboo gates to shield their opponents from the rain of arrows that were utterly lacking in the power of their crooked attacks.

The temporary bamboo wall made of thick bamboo and hemp rope, plus pulleys and thick ropes hanging from a huge door of the same material, is even enough to block the close-range shooting of the big bow. The flaw is that there is no roof, which not only makes it impossible to shelter from the rain, but also difficult to withstand attacks falling overhead.

Therefore, they need to temporarily squat and hide under the inclination of the bamboo wall.

This is a foolproof defensive wall, and he is just for the sake of insurance, so he follows the most standard operating methods to avoid unnecessary personnel losses.

He's just on the safe side.

The other party is still dozens of meters away, and this wall is more than two meters high, as long as you wait until the arrow rain passes, you can open the door to face the battle.

If it is completely timely, according to the records in the war book, this is the most correct thing to do.

He followed the order, ordered his subordinates to hang down the bamboo door again after completing the resistance, and then hurriedly shouted "Stop!" the moment he heard the unexpected movement, but it was already a step too late.

"Bang!!" a big hand grabbed the end of the bamboo door that had just begun to be lowered, and then pressed down hard.

"Wow!!" The thick hemp rope was pulled forward at a very high speed, causing the unprepared puller's hands to be cut into a bloody blur.

'What to do?' At this moment, the samurai realized that this was the thought that came to his mind. He immediately took the professionalism out of his mind to banish the idea, but the order was already a beat slower – like all commanders with little experience in the course of writing - he did not know how to deal with situations that were not taught to deal with them in the books of war.

He lacks the ability to react to the complex and ever-changing situations in the actual combat environment.

It is important to read military books to the fullest, but it is not enough to just sit in the number, you also need to apply these contents to actual battles and summarize your own rules.

He has only read the book, but he has not "read through" the book.

The samurai realized his shortcomings in this regard in a very short time, and he experienced a moment of self-reflection and re-energizing.

He is worthy of the elite warrior class of the 4,000-year-old civilization of the Moon Country.

But he met Henry.

"Bang ——!" was kicked over by the first foot of the light and fell down, and the sage took the spear in his hand with a "click", and then turned around and spun the spear at the same time, and the tip of the spear pointed downward, and stabbed the right foot of the other man wearing straw sandals.

"Whoa, whoa!" the moment the ashigaru screamed and crouched, the sage pressed his back and flipped over to dodge the attacks of the other two, then ripped off the iron hat helmet on Ashigaru's head and threw it as a dart to a samurai who was about to pull the bow in the distance.

"Qiang-dang——!!" Kramer, wielding it with one hand, easily broke the long knife that his opponent was trying to intercept, and then split his neck, and then saw the blood, and Henry did not fluctuate at all, and grabbed the man's body with his back to the bamboo wall, using his body as a shield, and blocked 3 arrows.

He didn't stick to fighting with Kramer, even if it was undoubtedly the most powerful weapon in his hands.

The opponent's sword, the opponent's spear, and the shield are all at hand. Even their own elbow joints, kicking, boxing, using joint skills.

The samurai of the Moon Land are proficient in using at least three weapons: long knives, spears, and large bows. They were proud of it, but that confidence shattered to the ground in front of what the man had shown.

"Click—Click—" The sword and sword intersected, and the warrior was about to draw the knife back and slash it again, but Henry had already changed Kramer's angle and stabbed forward.

"Ahem—" The samurai, who had been stabbed in the throat, coughed up blood for a moment, but he still tried to continue fighting, but the sage pulled out his sword as he twisted the tip of his sword and widened the wound.

Taller height leads to longer arm lengths, complemented by a one-meter-and-a-half length Kramer greatsword.

"Don't get close, but with a spear or a bow!" the Red Samurai shouted, but the others who had killed the Red Eyes could no longer listen.

One by one, they rushed up and were cleanly taken down.

The tall aliens dodged with a nimble that was completely incommensurate with their size, or shielded themselves with the corpses of dead warriors, so that none of their attacks could hurt a single hair.

There were 21 people, and in the blink of an eye, only the red-armored samurai who had pulled away was left.

The spring rain suddenly fell, and the samurai, who had not put on their rain-sheltering robes, were soon soaked.

The cold air eroded his body, making the fingers holding the knife a little stiff and numb.

His vision was temporarily blurred by the moisture, and the armor under his armor began to grow heavier because of the water absorption. And when the water vapor fell silent, the sword in the opposite side of the stranger drooped and the sword in his hand was washed by the rain from the blood of the victim above, revealing the shiny surface texture.

The samurai saw the faint pattern on it.

It was like the mountains and flowing water of the land of Crescent Continent - it was not a foreign thing, even if the appearance was ever-changing, he could still recognize it at a glance.

"Surrender. "The native Chinese spoken from the mouths of the strangers whose faces are very distinct does not appear stiff.

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated. The samurai responded, controlling himself and exhaling slowly.

There is no chance to correct the mistakes, and I am afraid that there is no possibility of accumulating actual combat experience.

He is not a fool who rests on his laurels, whether it is knowledge, mind or martial arts, he is first-class, and what he lacks is experience. If you're lucky, you might become a famous warrior in the Moon Country.

But this ending is not bad.

"For a warrior, if you can fight an opponent with such a sword. ”

"I have no regrets in this life. "Step!!" The scarlet armor's left leg stomped down, and he held aloft a long knife that was as large as Kramer, closing the distance with the usual rush of the warriors of the Moon Country, and then swung off the weapon in his hand at a faster speed than the Rigal swordsman.

"When!!" Even Henry frowned slightly, noticing the difference in this knife, that it didn't break or curl like the other weapons.

"Take your life!!" the Red Samurai roared loudly and stabbed the blade towards Henry's jaw with a loud "Clang——! and the Sage reacted by lifting Kramer and holding the blade with his gauntlet to lift it all the way up and out, but the other immediately noticed this, and he immediately drew his sword back, "Click-" sparks flew around, and the samurai withdrew his weapon and took a step back before lifting it high.

The sage changed to holding the sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword was lowered, which was his usual starting hand.

"Take your life!!" the samurai's red visor rope crumbled, revealing a young, but angry, and passionate face burning in his eyes.

"Hah-" Henry exhaled, breathing.

It's also a sigh.

The long knife fell, and the big sword went up.

"——!!!" and "!!"

"Woohoo Woo

"Grab—"

The tip of the knife was broken and stuck in the softened mud.

The rain was pouring down.

Although it is comparable in hardness, it lacks the toughness that Kramer has unmatched in the world.

The dark wounds accumulated in just a few encounters eventually turned into cracks, causing this long knife, which was also a valuable weapon, to be broken in this way.

"Ahem—" The samurai, who had been stabbed into his heart and lungs through the gaps in his armpit armor that had his hands raised, could no longer make any sound except coughing.

"Whew-" The sage pulled Kramer out of his hand, and shook off the blood.

"Boom—" The Red Samurai fell to his knees limp.

"......." The rest of the people who had been belatedly stood at the door of the bamboo wall, looking at the bright red corpses on the ground, and the sage standing in the cold spring rain, holding Kramer with one hand with a calm face.

"Alagami ......." was once named a brown bear, and through the mouth of the son of the leader of the Yi tribe, he was placed on the body of this black-haired man with some respect and fear.

"Next, next. The leader of the Yiren team, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke dryly, and after getting acquainted with each other a little, Henry and the others knew that he was not only unfamiliar with the language of the people, but also stammered slightly: "We should go in the southeast, in the direction of the southeast." It has good waterways and is close to swamps. Although there is a large Japanese-friendly village, people come and go, dress up, and no one will pay too much attention. ”

"Only, the only thing that has a problem is the one you brought, this, this spirit beast. The leader glanced back at the little unicorn: "This, this physique, it's hard to pretend to be a donkey, and horses, horses and horses are for human samurai—" Before he could finish speaking, he saw Henry pointing to the dead on the ground.

"Ahh