CHAPTER 1504: CHAPTER 1051: CAPTIVES AND SPOILS, CROSS-CONTINENTAL CORRESPONDENCE

"Chief Divine’s protection! Capture! Capture!!"

"Don’t cut their necks, cut their arms! Knock their weapons away, knock them down into the snow, tie them up with hemp rope!..."

"律,律!"

The sky gradually darkened, the bright sunshine was but a fleeting song. The freezing snow, however, is the eternal theme of the snowy plains, just like the tribe’s cold battles on this land.

"Chief Divine as my witness! There are more than twenty people in the Large Ship Tribe, less than half of whom are warriors wielding spears and knives. Though they are short in stature, they are as fearless and daring as wolves, knowing how to coordinate with each other and somewhat methodical. But those sailors holding daggers are like deer huddled tightly together, with no room to swing a strike, collapsing at the first charge!..."

The snowflakes fell, lightly dancing in the air. Exploration Captain Zuwaro squatted beside the tall Jurchen Stallion, unhurriedly tying up the unconscious horse breeder, Sukeichiro. He saw the Chief God Golden Token still clutched in Sukeichiro’s hand, smirked indifferently, took it out and placed it properly around his neck.

Then, he stood up slowly, looking at the thirty heavy-armored warriors of the Kingdom, stepping through the deep snow pits, breaking into the Wa Country camp beside the large ship. Immediately following, the Kingdom’s warriors swung their long spears and bronze axes, raised wooden shields, skillfully capturing the tribes in the camp, just as if they were in the jungles of Central America.

"Chief Divine’s protection! Roar!..."

"Buddha, help me! Ah! Ugh..."

Warrior Captain Stonefirm executed a precise shield strike, followed by a swift kick, knocking Murakami Kitamichi, who had come out for negotiations, into the snow. Murakami drew a short dagger, glaring fiercely, struggling to sit up in the snow, still desperate to fight back.

Another warrior from the Kingdom rushed in from the side, flicked Murakami’s weapon away with the shaft of his spear, then knocked the leader of the large ship unconscious with a single blow. Then, this warrior deftly pulled out sisal rope, wrapped it twice around Murakami’s unconscious body, tying him up tightly as if binding a groundhog.

"Hachiman Mahasattva! Unbelievable, I, from the Long Zao Temple family, after roaming the north and south for decades, have been dazzled by gold, and am now destined to die here!..."

Monk Soldier Watanabe Masumi brandished his samurai spear vigorously, maneuvering through the snow, his face a mix of desperation and unwillingness! Born of the Martial Family lineage, his martial arts were indeed commendable, yet in front of two or three heavy-armored warriors, he could only defend and evade, being forced back step by step.

Soon, Warrior Captain Stonefirm arrived with large strides, charging forward with a shield, blocking Watanabe’s retreat. Then, three copper spears stabbed in unison, two stabs and a flick, taking away Watanabe’s spear. Watanabe tried to draw his dagger in defiance, but Stonefirm grinned, delivering a heavy shield strike, knocking him down into the snow. Moments later, Watanabe was pinned to the snow like a dying crocodile, his hands firmly bound by two warriors, leaving only cries of defiance.

"Let me go! Bodhisattva! I can’t die here! I... I surrender to your leaders!... Ugh! Ugh!..."

The still shouting Watanabe was knocked unconscious by two blows from the warriors. More Kingdom heavy-armored warriors swarmed into the camp, splitting into two teams to capture prisoners.

The remaining Wa Country warriors, only nine in number, formed a spear formation, resisting stubbornly, determined to fight to the end. At this moment, Mt. Mbute finally reacted, not understanding why the negotiation suddenly turned to fighting, but he still led the archers swiftly forward to support the Sea Tribe allies.

"Swish, swish, swish!..."

A barrage of sharp bone arrows flew past, killing two of the nine Wa Country warriors on the spot, leaving the remaining seven all injured. The Kingdom’s heavy-armored warriors pounced, knocking all seven to the ground, tying them up in a hasty blur.

Seeing the ally’s slaughter, Zuwaro frowned slightly, but didn’t mind, just nodding towards the archery Mt. Mbute. Then he looked to the other side, where all nine Korean sailors had already dropped their weapons, kneeling on the ground, bound together by the heavy-armored warriors. In the middle, the Shipwright Kim Sun-su was crying profusely, tears and snot frozen on his collar, continuously pleading.

"Merciful White-clad Bodhisattva! Save me, please save me! I don’t want to be eaten, don’t want to fall into the animal realm... Boohoo! Don’t eat me, I’m old and tough, not tasty... I... I am a carpenter, I can do carpentry work for you, make sleds for you!..."

"Haha! Praise the Chief Divine! Nineteen large ship prisoners caught, not a single one escaped, how easy it was! Tie them all up well for me, and treat the wounded prisoners a bit. Those who can’t make it, we’ll just offer to the Chief Divine... Haha! Chief Divine as my witness! The supplies from this camp, this five-masted large ship, from now on it’s ours!..."

The Kingdom’s brief raid lasted only a quarter, deciding the fate of the Wa Country camp. Zuwaro blew at the wind and snow, a triumphant smile rising on his face. He has always been flexible with boundaries and, together with the Mountain Part, tasted the victories of the Northern Land battles. Now, on this unrestrained snowfield, he finally unleashed, awakening as a cunning ferocious snow wolf!

Faced with this large ship, three stallions, so many materials and tribes from afar, Zuwaro naturally couldn’t let them leave! The so-called taking out of gold to trade was merely in accordance with Your Majesty’s prophecy, to confirm the origin of the Large Ship Tribe, to safely secure the hard-won stallions, while properly deceiving the opposing warriors.