Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1509 1481. Kinoshita Tokichiro

"I actually want to run here too."

The man named 'Fujiro', with a complicated expression that didn't know whether it was a sneer or a bitter smile, touched his nose with the back of his hand and spoke in a low voice.

This emotion seemed to have also infected the militiaman who had saved his life and was now hugging him almost in embarrassment, hiding behind a small wooden door.

The militiaman let out a sob.

The arrows were still nailed to the wooden board, making a muffled sound of "dong dong".

Tokichiro muttered with some jealousy and emotion: "Damn it! How can a mere bandit be so rich?"

Everyone knows that shooting arrows from a distance can save lives more than fighting at close range, and it is less likely to be injured.

But why can’t everyone have a bow and arrow?

Not because it’s expensive!

Tokichiro was subconsciously calculating in his mind. As a well-known traveling merchant, he could easily calculate the approximate cost of configuring these bows and arrows.

He, Kinoshita Tokichiro, has left home since he was a child and started running business everywhere.

Sensitivity to money and resources is also a talent of his.

Due to the poor natural resources of the island country, Japan's bows are far different from the development trajectory of the world's mainstream bows and arrows.

The most obvious thing is: He bows have not developed much in the direction of compound bows.

Bows and arrows in other countries all use horn pieces, iron, and wood, and various materials are matched with each other to obtain greater elastic potential energy with a shorter bow length.

If you want to increase the elastic potential energy of Japanese bows, most of them can only lengthen the bow body.

In the end, the long bow was taller than a person.

When the bow and arrow in other countries are drawn, they basically pull back from the center of the bow string.

But the Japanese bow is too long. When the Japanese draw the bow, the arrow is placed close to one-third of the lower end of the bow string.

This ensures that the cost of the bow isn’t too outrageous.

But even so, the length of a bow costs at least 600 liters. A bow must be equipped with two strings, and one string is worth two hundred coins.

We are all rough people, and our hands are full of calluses, so we don't need to wear deerskin finger cots, which can save 300 coins.

But the cheapest quiver for holding arrows must be made of rattan and oiled to protect the arrows, right? Another hundred articles.

The largest and most expensive consumable is arrows.

In some places where raw materials are scarce, Tokichiro even dared to sell Ichikanbumi's arrows at a sky-high price after seeing ten arrows!

Meinong was in a rich inland area, so arrows would be cheaper, but ten arrows would cost at least three hundred coins.

The attack that took place in Shisanying Village was considered dangerous and intense by those involved.

But in the final analysis it was just an armed conflict between bandits and villages.

From the outside, I estimate that seven or eight bows would be great.

It was said that it was "withstanding the rain of arrows", but counting the rain of arrows, it should only have been about thirty arrows.

Of course, for militiamen and merchants without armor, let alone thirty arrows.

Even if an arrow pierces the body, it will be fatal.

They are rightly panicking.

But if you refer to the price that Tokichiro just estimated in his mind, where did these bandits come from so much money to equip so many archers?

Even if we finish talking: if they really have so much money, how can they use it to purchase equipment instead of spending it on enjoyment?

They are bandits!

When did the bandits have the self-discipline and insight to "not spend the money once they get it, but to buy equipment and become bigger and stronger"?

With such self-discipline and knowledge, why would he be reduced to becoming a bandit?

Are you here to tell rakugo jokes? !

Once he actually set foot on the battlefield of this armed conflict, Tokichiro's flexible mind immediately realized that these bandits were probably not just trying to kill people and steal goods in this village, which is famous for its function as a post station.

But after some murmurs of jealousy and emotion, Tokichiro's voice became high-spirited again.

"But there's nothing we can do about it!"

The sobbing militiamen raised their heads timidly and looked at the businessman who came to help in a hurry and rolling on the ground, which was a bit funny.

Under the rain of arrows, Tokichiro's voice carried a rare optimism and open-mindedness.

"I originally wanted to run away with these legs, but there were so many people in the village, old and young, men and women, haha. When I came to my senses, I couldn't run away anymore!"

Tokichiro laughed, and his weather-beaten face, which looked rough and not very good-looking, actually looked a little bolder at this time.

At least the cowering militiamen around him stopped sobbing in panic at this time, as if out of fear of their own survival instinct, they finally remembered their home behind them.

Open-mindedness in times of crisis is very contagious.

Daisuke Kikuchi, who was hiding behind the wooden sign on the other side, unconsciously grinned and looked at Tokichiro, who was beside him and giggled.

‘This guy can’t usually see it, but maybe he’s not an ordinary person. ’

Ando Mamoru's Hatamoto Samurai was thinking so endlessly in his heart.

This can be regarded as a method used by an old warrior like him to adjust his mentality on the battlefield.

"You don't have to worry too much, Kikuchi-sama!" Tokichiro seemed to regard the look Daisuke Kikuchi looked at him as a concern. He was very respectful, polite, and made people feel close to each other.

The weather-beaten face said with a smile: "I have already gone to find support when the monsters were causing trouble in the village! I guess it's time to arrive today!"

"Hey! Everyone! We have reinforcements! Don't be discouraged!"

"That's a well-known monster hunter nearby. He can even take down monsters with ease! The bandits are just a bunch of bastards. Once they arrive, they can all be beaten away in the blink of an eye!"

Fujiyoshiro, the traveling merchant in the village where he stayed was now not only inspiring the militia around him who shared a wooden sign.

He shouted around at the top of his lungs.

It seems that he habitually inspires many people around him.

Logically speaking, how can a mere traveling businessman have such means, insight and courage?

Daisuke Kikuchi didn't know, he could only think: Maybe there are people in the world who can naturally cheer up everyone.

At least Tokichiro's militiamen's momentum was not as dejected as when they were suppressed and beaten before.

This is something that Daisuke Kikuchi could not do before.

But in contrast, Daisuke Kikuchi's battlefield experience cannot be compensated by Tokichiro.

He waited behind the wooden sign and waited for the muffled "dong-dong" sound of the arrow hitting the wood. After more than a hundred times, Daisuke Kikuchi clearly felt that the shooting frequency of the bandits outside had dropped.

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From the moment the opponent started shooting arrows, the old warrior had been counting in his mind.

Although he is not as sensitive to money and materials as Tokichiro, Daisuke Kikuchi's battlefield experience makes up for this.

The old samurai came to the same conclusion as Tokichiro from the perspective of a professional soldier: judging from this shooting density, there are at most seven or eight bows out there.

With seven or eight bows, I have shot more than a hundred arrows so far. Calculated at one hundred and fifty, that is close to the average of twenty shots from one bow.

Still judging from the density and frequency of shooting, these bandits must have not received special archer training.

The current twenty times of drawing the bow and setting the arrow are a heavy physical exertion no matter what.

They must be exhausted!

"Get ready!" Daisuke Kikuchi suddenly shouted loudly.

This time, the militiamen who had just been boosted by Tokichiro were calm and calm. On the contrary, Tokichiro, who had performed well just now, had just come up to the village entrance and didn't understand anything. He looked around with a confused expression.

"We don't have expensive things like bows and arrows! But we are so close and we occupy the high ground to let them taste what it feels like to be stoned!"

Throwing stones seems like a primitive method.

But the power of throwing stones is worthy even when facing a warrior wearing armor.

During the Warring States Period in Japan, after one side was defeated, not only would it be hunted down by the army, but the defeated troops would also face the so-called "hunting of those who fell into battle".

He is a 'person who hunts lone warriors'.

These people were originally farmers, woodcutters and the like around the battlefield.

But don't look at their usual appearance of being honest and easy to bully. When given the opportunity, they will show a kind of cruelty that belongs to the common people to survive in troubled times.

It was nothing more than a common thing for a group of warriors to gather together to hunt lone warriors and snatch their belongings and equipment from their corpses.

For those who have not received training and guidance, they have never touched swords and guns, let alone bows and arrows. Throwing stones is their specialty.

As for the number of samurai masters who died due to this skill, there were not even ten thousand but eight thousand.

The morale boosted by Tokichiro gave the militiamen the courage to take action against the already sparse and weak arrow rain.

Daisuke Kikuchi's command gave them a goal for their actions.

So although they were still a little timid, the militiamen finally started to move.

They picked up fist-sized stones from beside them, and then did not dare to expose too much of their bodies from behind the wooden signs.

Some even dare not open their eyes.

Just throwing stones randomly outside the village.

But the effect is surprisingly good. There was a sound of rocks hitting armor outside the village.

Of course, these sounds were few and far between. They were more like the sound of stones hitting the mud.

But the purpose of fire suppression is to make the opponent confused and unable to project firepower at full strength.

From among the bandits, there was a sudden explosion of shouts of pain and scurrying to avoid throwing stones.

And this noisy and incompetent sound finally made one of the bandits who was already agitated no longer able to suppress the inexplicable burning anger in his heart.

"I've had enough!"

There was an inarticulate muttering, with a tremor that resonated in the chest like a tiger and a leopard, and he spoke in a deep voice.

This kind of resonance shows that the physical strength of the speaker is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The bandits who were stuck outside the village without any rules, relying only on their large numbers, good equipment, and smooth killings, seemed to be in awe of real tigers and leopards.

Unconsciously, he distanced himself from the muttering.

Even if he gets closer to the stones thrown by the militiamen, he doesn't want to step back and get closer to that person.

"Killing, killing, too, too slow!"