Chapter 42 Fukushima Family

"Only those who have passed the test are qualified to use the weapons bestowed by the master, and those who damage them without reason must die to atone for their sins." Sen Yu said sternly, but no one disagreed, because these weapons were worth doing so.

To put it bluntly, ninjas were just a bunch of poor fellows. In an era when daimyo took the lead in digging wild vegetables and samurai tightened their belts and dieted, ninjas had no choice but to become even more miserable. They were always on the verge of starving to death or being hacked to death.

Moreover, the samurai has a decent outfit and a samurai sword that symbolizes his status, but the ninja only has a cheap life and an unimportant mission. Even their weapons are modified from things that can be found everywhere, and most of them are farm tools, such as a sickle plus a rope to make a shakuza.

Therefore, they had probably only seen this kind of sophisticated ninja equipment in their dreams, so how could they not take it seriously.

Not to mention how the energetic Mori Shinobu will distribute these things, in Moroboshi's house, Yan Xu is carefully preparing gifts for the Red Ghost, including food, drinks and daily necessities.

Although they were different species and had different sizes, the man had no dream of driving a big car, so he really put in some effort and waited for the meeting tomorrow.

Yan Xu was thinking whether he should step on the accelerator hard when driving a big truck, or show the skills of an experienced driver. He should start in the first gear, accelerate in the second gear, run in in the third gear, and accelerate in the fourth gear. He was afraid that he could not shift into the fifth gear because if it was not matched, the speed would be too fast and the piston would easily shift. This was a hardware problem, not a technical problem.

While Yan Xu was daydreaming, Fujiye, who was in high spirits and more glorious than ever before, had arrived at Komizu Town and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The two teams of fully-armored foot soldiers were already eye-catching enough, but the most eye-catching were the ten elite ronin wearing red bamboo armor.

The Red Bamboo Armor was specially customized by Yan Xu. It is made of bamboo armor painted red, but it is no longer a spliced ​​mat. The chest and back are made of thick curved bamboo strips, stacked layer by layer like fish scales, with stronger defense. The two sides are connected by small bamboo pieces. The shoulder armor and skirt armor are larger, and there are also wrist guards and leg guards made of bamboo strips. The helmet has a drooping side armor to protect the neck, which is called a helmet.

Overall, except that it is not made of iron, it is simply perfect, combining lightness and beauty. No wonder it is so eye-catching as soon as it appears.

It doesn't matter if it's not made of iron. Common weapons in Japan are bamboo spears and katana. It is not impossible to destroy bamboo armor with either, but it is not that easy. Fresh bamboo is not easy to cut, let alone this kind of processed dry bamboo. At least there is no problem in protecting the user to survive.

What's more, if it were made of iron, these ronin who had only been trained for a short time might not be able to bear it. Even now they are finding it a bit strenuous. After all, they not only have spears in their hands, but also katana on their waists, and the overall weight is not low.

But let alone shouting that they were tired, they didn't even bend their waists. It can be said that if they encountered an enemy, they would not even want to lie down and die because it would mess up their appearance.

It can be said that the series of treatments given by Yan Xu perfectly cultivated their vanity and Bushido spirit. If anyone among them dared to betray or retreat, the others would immediately hack him to death without hesitation, then strip off all his equipment and throw the body to feed the dogs, because this brought shame to them.

These investments are not worth the cost for other daimyo, because although the bamboo armor looks inconspicuous, polishing, drilling, stringing and maintenance are all time-consuming and laborious. Especially the maintenance problem, the bamboo strips are easily moldy due to sweat, and only after modern processing can they be durable.

Therefore, they would not waste these on those dog-like vagrants, so only Yan Xu could provide them with decent jobs and generous treatment.

If you treat me with a state officer, I will repay it.

Although these ronin are far from being samurai, Yan Xu regards them as samurai. So no matter whether they were samurai before, they will now regard themselves as samurai, be loyal like samurai, fight like samurai, and die like samurai.

It can be said that the more chaotic the times, the lower the price of loyalty and life, and Yan Xu, who has modern resources, obviously has the best conditions.

Seeing so many people gathered around, Fujiha knew that it was done, and then he began to show the goods he brought, but he knew that the real buyers had not come yet. Although the autumn harvest was about to come, everyone could see that the two daimyo's territories would inevitably reduce their production this year, so it would definitely be profitable to buy now.

The only thing that the merchants dared not touch easily was weapons. Only a few brave ones bought a small amount and then left in a hurry.

The three families all had spies in Komizu Town, so they all knew about this matter very quickly. Among them, the Shimazu family and the Sagara family, which were closest, reacted the fastest and set off immediately with their remaining assets.

The Fukushima family reacted a little slower because they didn't know about the existence of the Moroboshi family, but they also realized that this was a variable, so they also responded in a timely manner.

From then on, Yan Xu's goal was achieved. No matter what he was selling, the more bidders the better.

Right now the Shimazu and Sagara families are in urgent need of food to get through the difficult times, and weapons are their capital for self-protection. Otherwise, if the neighbors store guns, I will store food, and I will be my neighbors' granary, so I am working hard for fear of being a step slower.

Nomura and Tomohito Kiryu arrived at Komizu Town almost at the same time, but neither of them bothered to pay attention to the other and rushed to find people from the Moroboshi family, because they knew very well that once people from the Fukushima family arrived, they would be in a real passive position.

When the small vendors who were surrounding the carriage and hesitating whether to buy anything saw the two famous families approaching, they immediately dispersed.

Seeing that most of the goods were still there, Nomura and Tomohito Kiryu breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, they looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding in their hearts, that is, to join forces to take up all the goods and never let the Fukushima family join in, otherwise their two families would be in big trouble.

There was almost no bargaining, and a total of fifty taels of gold and one hundred and fifty taels of silver were sold. Although this price was not as exaggerated as the previous two times, it was still much higher than the normal price.

The first two times were equivalent to the two families paying money to buy peace so that the Moroboshi family would not interfere. This time, a high price was offered to prevent the Fukushima family from joining. Therefore, Fujiye was very smart and immediately packed up his things, taking Taro and others, as well as the ronin who had just been recruited, and left under the watchful eyes of the two men.

After seeing the people from the Moroboshi family leave, Nomura and Tomohito Kiryu immediately arranged for people to stay in Komizu Town. Once people from the Moroboshi family appeared, they would report immediately, and then each of them would bring their family samurai to escort the goods back.

After everyone had left, people from the Fukushima family finally arrived.

Fukushima Masaki listened to the news with a frown, and finally bought a few gun heads and katana from a small vendor. But after just one look at them, his heart skipped a beat.

Both the gun tips and the katana showed obvious signs of mass production. After estimating the quantity sold by the other party, Fukushima Masaki took a deep breath. This was definitely not an ordinary force, and the Shimazu and Sagara families must have known of the other party's existence for a long time, otherwise the transaction would not have been concluded so quickly.

"This is trouble." Fukushima Masaki sighed.

The Fukushima family had already planned to send troops after the spring, but now it seems there are still variables.

Without being able to resolve the variables, the cost of sending troops rashly would be too high, so Fukushima Masaki decided to first dig out the mysterious fourth force to see whether it is an enemy or a friend before making the next decision.

War is not a game and does not allow for such big variables.

(End of this chapter)