Mount & Blade: Warband in the Sengoku period of Japan

After returning to his house and getting dressed, Chen Daoyuan went to the main road in the village.

Liangchuan Xinji's organizational skills were quite good. In just over ten minutes, he had driven all the villagers back home to hide and mobilized all the foot soldiers in the village.

There are about six or seven hundred people in this large fortress. Chen Daoyuan glanced at the foot soldiers who had gathered and lined up on the main road of the village. The ranks were fairly neat. He counted them by their ranks and there should be about 250 people. It seems that they do not lack daily training.

However, the actual quality... There were quite a few hunched-over, gray-haired middle-aged men in the ranks, as well as many young men with childish faces. Moreover, their equipment was shabby. Their weapons were basically just a sharpened and heated bamboo spear, paired with a wooden hoe covered with iron. Dozens of the stronger foot soldiers wore a bamboo-woven "breastplate".

Ryokawa Shinji's equipment wasn't much better. Besides a katana and a wakizashi, he was also wearing armor. However, although the bright red armor looked respectable, when Chen Daoyuan got closer and examined it carefully, he found that only the chest and the two large shoulder armors had a few dozen iron plates woven together. The main body was made of bamboo coated with a thick layer of lacquer.

"Brother Liang Chuan," Chen Daoyuan greeted Liang Chuan Xinsi, "With a formidable enemy at hand, you should first organize the troops and set up the defense. I'm faster on foot, so I'll go ahead and assess the enemy's strength."

Liang Chuanxin looked up at Chen Daoyuan, who was a head taller than him and dressed in black armor like an iron tower. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, Lord Chen, thank you for your trouble."

After saying that, Ryokawa Nobutsugu's gaze swept across the foot soldiers' ranks, and he selected two "tall" foot soldiers who were over 160 cm tall, and had them follow Chen Daoyuan as "flag bearers".

"Lord Chen, after we have a clear view of the enemy's military strength... it would be best to return to the fortress and hold it. With your assistance, Dafang Fortress should be safe." Before Chen Daoyuan set off, Liang Chuanxin gave him a meaningful instruction, which, to put it bluntly, was because he was afraid that Chen Daoyuan would run away.

The outer perimeter of Dafang Fortress is surrounded by a thick, dense bamboo fence, and there is another fortress in the center of the village surrounded by the same fence. Both fences have arrow towers at the four corners. Just as Nobushiro Ryakawa said, with more than 200 people stationed there, they should be able to hold out against an attack by several hundred people.

Chen Daoyuan casually agreed and left the village with the two "bannermen".

On the dirt road outside the village, Chen Daoyuan used the two flag bearers to assess his mobility.

These two men were already rare strong men in the village, but they still couldn't match Chen Daoyuan's speed, who was wearing a full set of armor. After running for less than two miles, Chen Daoyuan left them dozens of meters behind.

This result boosted Chen Daoyuan's confidence even further.

Continuing forward, Chen Daoyuan marked two observation posts with good terrain along the way, allowing two flag bearers to lie in ambush. He himself ran until he could vaguely see the enemy troops advancing in formation ahead, then hid behind a haystack by the roadside, quietly waiting for the enemy to approach.

Uh... this army looks so shabby...

At first glance, the equipment of the Nanbu clan's troops was slightly better than that of Liangchuan Xinji's armed villagers, at least many of them were wearing "bamboo aprons". However, in Chen Daoyuan's eyes, this group could not be called an army at all.

Without any reconnaissance or guard duty, the sluggish group wandered aimlessly along the dirt road, resembling a group of elementary school students on a picnic.

The group was led by two samurai. One was wearing a red suit of armor, looking much like Makibori Torajiro, except that his armor was brighter and more complete. The other was dressed differently; his black suit of armor, adorned with gold accessories, was clearly of a higher quality.

The two were at the front of the group, ignoring the lax foot soldiers around them, chatting and laughing as they walked.

As the group approached step by step, Chen Daoyuan did not retreat after completing his reconnaissance. Instead, he quickly assessed the enemy's combat strength in his mind. Given their level of organization and equipment, he felt that it would be no problem for him to charge up, kill the two warriors, and then run away.

So Chen Daoyuan did just that; he was wearing Nike, just like the saying goes, "Just Do It."

Emerging from behind the pile of firewood, Chen Daoyuan gripped his four-edged heavy sword tightly in both hands and charged towards the two warriors.

Upon seeing this armored warrior, roughly the size of a Japanese black bear, suddenly appear and charge forward, the lax foot soldiers panicked. None of them showed any intention of stopping Chen Daoyuan; instead, they all turned and ran away.

The two samurai remained calm. They drew their swords together. The one in black armor on the left shouted and yelled, brandishing his sword and yelling at the foot soldiers running around. The other samurai gripped his sword with both hands and charged at Chen Daoyuan with a strange cry.

The distance between the samurai and Chen Daoyuan closed rapidly. When they were only two or three meters apart, the samurai suddenly leaped into the air, soaring high into the sky, and raised his sword with both hands to slash at Chen Daoyuan with all his might.

Chen Daoyuan had never seen this fighting style before. He paused, his reaction a beat too slow, and he didn't have time to raise his sword to block. He could only lower his head slightly. "Clang—" The samurai's sword struck Chen Daoyuan's helmet and, unsurprisingly, broke in two like the long boat in Makibori Torajiro's hand, with half of the blade flying into the air.

With unwavering focus, Chen Daoyuan stomped his feet heavily on the ground, twisted his waist and abdomen to gather power, and then swung his torso, which was gripping the sword, out with a sudden, powerful swing...

The samurai's head, along with fragments of his helmet and throat chakra, flew high into the air, just like the broken sword from the previous moment.

The hot blood splattered on his face seemed to flip a switch, and Chen Daoyuan's mind went blank. He only remembered his initial goal, and dragged his heavy sword and charged again.

The short warrior who had been shouting incessantly was now dumbfounded, staring blankly as Chen Daoyuan rushed closer, only subconsciously holding his sword in front of him.

Chen Daoyuan swung his sword again. The tactile sensation of the sword was very sensitive. The crispness of breaking the knife, the elasticity of breaking through the armor plates, the stickiness of cutting through the human body, the roughness of severing bones... all sorts of complex sensations gathered in Chen Daoyuan's palm.

Another fountain of blood shot into the sky.

The surrounding foot soldiers reacted in different ways. Some stood still, motionless; some collapsed to their knees with weak legs; some let out a sharp, inhuman shriek; and some ran towards the farmland on either side of the road without looking back.

A second spray of blood hit his head, and adrenaline surged wildly into his brain. Chen Daoyuan looked around, shook the longsword in his hand, and blood gathered into a thin stream, dripping down the blade and revealing the still smooth, gray stone surface. At this moment, he decided to go all the way and raised his longsword again, aiming directly at the rear guard foot soldiers who were still stunned on the road.

"Drink!" Chen Daoyuan roared as he charged forward, his gray sword shadows whipping up a storm of blood and gore in the sunlight.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Bamboo spears that parried, light armor that blocked, fragile human bodies, scattered courage, collapsing will... everything tangible and intangible on this road was shattered to pieces by Chen Daoyuan's sword!

As the heightened focus brought on by adrenaline gradually dissipated, Chen Daoyuan leaned on his sword to support his body, which was somewhat weak from exhaustion, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

In the distance, hundreds of foot soldiers, having lost their commander and courage, fled like a flock of frightened sheep along the dirt road they had come from, running for their lives at several times the speed.

Behind Chen Daoyuan, a section of dirt road dozens of meters long had been stained with blood, turning it into a scene of carnage, with severed limbs scattered all over the ground.

Scanning the bloody hellish scene around him, Chen Daoyuan inexplicably thought of a classic line: "Gundam, standing tall on the earth!"

"Oh my god, that's amazing!... Hoo!"

Chen Daoyuan got to experience a real-life version of Warriors of the Warring States period, single-handedly defeating the Nanbu clan's army.

Unfortunately, the final battle scene that Liang Chuan Xinji saw when he rushed over was Chen Daoyuan lying in a pile of indescribable blood and flesh, vomiting so hard he couldn't straighten up...

However, this scene did not diminish Chen Daoyuan's image in Liangchuan Xinji's mind.

This worldly-wise local samurai respectfully directed two foot soldiers to help Chen Daoyuan to the roadside to rest, and then, enduring his discomfort, began to lead his men to clean up the battlefield.

It turns out that Chen Daoyuan's physiological threshold is indeed higher than that of the average person.

He had never systematically practiced swordsmanship. Although he had the concept of "blade tendon" in mind, in his adrenaline-fueled state, without muscle memory, he couldn't maintain any blade tendon at all. Many corpses were simply smashed to pieces by the heavy, four-sided sword in his hand.

Therefore, those twisted and mangled corpses looked particularly horrifying, and the lucky foot soldiers that Ryokawa Nobutsugu brought out were all vomiting while working.

After working for most of the day, Liangchuan Xinji's men finally finished collecting the corpses of two samurai and seventeen foot soldiers, completing the initial battle results tally for Chen Daoyuan.

Ryokawa Shinji walked up to Chen Daoyuan, who was slowly regaining his strength, and bowed, offering the spoils he had found with both hands.

Chen Daoyuan glanced at them, then took them with both hands. These valuables were mostly found on the two warriors. Apart from a few dozen copper coins, they mainly consisted of metal pieces of various sizes, including silver ingots and gold coins taken from the warriors' money bags, as well as gold ornaments removed from the warriors' swords and armor.

In addition, there were two samurai's seals and a beautifully decorated wakizashi, which Yanakawa Nobutsugu kept as proof for reporting. It seemed that these two samurai were not ordinary people, but Chen Daoyuan did not pay attention to these things at the moment.

While Chen Daoyuan was counting the money, Liang Chuanxinji's gaze lingered on Chen Daoyuan's blood-soaked armor and the greatsword stuck diagonally in the ground.

His gaze was filled with awe and a hint of...doubt.

"Lord Chen." Seeing Chen Daoyuan finish counting the money and then, with a satisfied look, unfasten his armor and put the metal into his pocket, Liang Chuanxin spoke cautiously.

"Um?"

"You...you're actually...not human, are you?"

Chen Daoyuan turned his head, looking completely bewildered: "Huh?"

"Such superhuman fighting power...you must be the reincarnation of Guan Yu or Zhang Fei, right?"

Chen Daoyuan replied irritably, "What are you thinking... I'm not some reincarnation of a ghost or god."

"So you're the reincarnation of a ferocious beast like Yamata no Orochi?"

"roll!"

Amidst some nonsensical conversation, the foot soldiers, having finished cleaning up the battlefield, quickly made a carrying pole with whatever materials they could find and carried Chen Daoyuan back to the daifang fortress, which was filled with laughter and joy upon hearing the news of their victory.

When Chen Daoyuan and Liangchuan Xinji sat down again in the main hall of the fortress, Chen Daoyuan finally felt that the door to this era had officially opened for him.