Chapter 640: vain
Xing Daorong really didn’t expect that after all this time, the people on Kyushu Island were still using stone spears.

If I had known it was so vulnerable, I wouldn’t have brought so many people.

but…

Even if Fuso is still in the Stone Age, we must fight.

Actually, it is a bit of an exaggeration to say that it is the Stone Age.

Although Fuso’s technological level was not as high as that of the Han Dynasty, it still had iron tools.

It’s just that the people of Ito State never expected that a Han fleet would attack them, so they had no weapons prepared on a normal day.

Xing Daorong captured Ito Province without bloodshed. As a stronghold on Kyushu Island, there was no need to erect a stone tablet every time a place was conquered.

Once on land, everything became easier.

Although Japan is a place full of mountains, there are always roads connecting the small countries.

Xing Daorong then ordered Zhou Tai and Jiang Qin to lead the Wuhuan and Xianbei troops respectively to sweep through the various tribes on the Kyushu Island.

The so-called sweep was a real sweep.

Kill on sight!

You will only be spared if you kowtow and beg for mercy and surrender.

Such explosive means made the Wuhuan and Xianbei tremble with fear.

Princess Buri, in particular, finally witnessed Xing Daorong’s truly brutal side.

It’s even more brutal than on the grassland!
After sweeping across Kyushu Island, the Han army finally headed for the main island of Yamatai.

Himiko finally managed to gather a group of soldiers and horses to resist.

…

However, Xing Daorong took steady steps and led his troops across the turbulent seas and finally landed on the main island of Yamatai.

At the same time, the Queen of Yamatai assembled a powerful army.

As the sun sets, a layer of blood-red afterglow is dyed on the horizon. In front of the shrine on the main island of Yamatai, a bonfire is burning. The firelight shines on everyone’s faces, making them look solemn and dignified.

The air was filled with the scent of pine resin and vanilla, mixed with a faint smell of blood, as if even the heaven and earth were holding their breath for the upcoming decisive battle.

Himiko was wearing a pure white divine robe with golden runes embroidered on the corners, which sparkled mysteriously in the firelight.

He holds a jewel-studded staff with an ancient totem carved on the top, which seems to contain infinite power.

Her long hair falls like a waterfall, and she wears a blood-red jade ornament on her forehead, like a third eye, while the lower half of her face is completely covered by a mask.

In the square in front of the shrine, thousands of Yamatai warriors stood solemnly, their faces painted with battle patterns symbolizing courage, their hands tightly grasping spears and bows and arrows, their eyes firm and fiery.

The priests around were chanting ancient spells in low voices. Their voices were deep and distant, as if coming from deep underground, with a captivating power.

Himiko slowly walked up to the altar, raised her staff, pointed the tip of the staff toward the sky, and her voice echoed in the square like thunder.

“People of Yamatai! Today, we stand here not for ourselves, but for our land, our gods, and our future! Although the enemy is strong, we have the protection of the gods, and the heroic spirits of our ancestors are with us!”

As soon as the voice fell, the priests carried out a stag.

The antlers stretched out like branches, and there was a spiritual light in the eyes.

Himiko personally placed the sacred staff on the deer’s forehead and whispered an ancient spell.

As she spoke, the deer’s body trembled slightly, then slowly fell down, blood flowing from its neck and dripping into the copper basin in front of the altar.

If Xing Daorong saw this, he would naturally know that it was Himiko who was causing trouble, otherwise how could she kill the deer so easily.

This kind of trick may be able to fool the natives these days, but it certainly won’t work on fooling yourself.

But the Yamatai people didn’t know this, and thought it was the queen showing off her power. They all bowed down and shouted.

The priests sprinkled the deer blood all around, and the blood drew an arc in the air, as if merging with the flames.

Himiko raised her staff high, her voice becoming even louder: “The gods have accepted our sacrifice! Their anger will become our strength, and their protection will become our shield!”

“Today, we will use the blood of our enemies to commemorate our land! Warriors of Yamatai, follow me!”

The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the earth, as if even the heaven and earth were shaking.

Their eyes burned with fighting spirit, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the firelight.

Himiko stood on the altar, her eyes as sharp as torches, as if she could penetrate the fog of the Nobi Plain and look directly at the enemies in the distance.

In this way, the soldiers of Yamatai did gather some strength, but once they entered the battlefield, they knew that these empty-headed things would all be doomed.

…

As I said before, for nearly two thousand years, the Chinese people have never truly incorporated the peninsula and island regions into their territory, simply because they felt that those damn places were not suitable for living.

Especially the island countries…it’s simply not a place where humans can live.

The number of natural disasters is appalling.

There are few plains and many mountains. It’s just a broken island. Who would be willing to move there?

So… when they met on the real battlefield, these natives who had never seen the true bravery of the Han people soon discovered that even if they had the protection of any gods, it would be useless when facing the golden swords and iron halberds.

On the Nobi Plain, the war raged and thick smoke covered half of the sky.

The Han army led by Xing Daorong came crushing down like thunder, and the warriors of Yamatai were defeated in the midst of swords and sabers.

Their formation had already collapsed, and many people had abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in panic, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

On the battlefield, the sounds of wailing and shouting mixed together, like the music of hell.

Himiko stood on a high ground, her robe had been stained black by smoke and dust, and she still held the staff tightly in her hand, but her gaze was no longer as firm as before.

She watched helplessly as her carefully organized troops were defeated by the Han people’s armored torrent. The warriors who once vowed to die for her were now only concerned with escaping for their lives and did not even have the courage to look back.

An indescribable anger and powerlessness surged in my heart.

Himiko suddenly raised her staff, pointed the tip of the staff at the sky, and said in a hoarse and high-pitched voice: “God! Please listen to my call! Grant us the strength to repel these invaders!”

Her voice echoed across the battlefield, but it seemed so faint, as if drowned out by the endless noise.

Himiko began to chant the ancient spell in a low and rapid voice, and her staff drew complex runes in the air.

The flame on the altar was still burning, but it looked lonely and powerless.

Himiko tried to summon the power of the gods again and tried to use sacrifices to turn the tide of the battle, but the warriors around her had no intention of paying attention to her actions.

People were only concerned with escaping for their lives, and some even ran past her without even looking at her.

A trace of despair flashed in Himiko’s eyes.

“Stop! Come back! The gods will protect us!”

pale!

What kind of gods will protect us? These are completely pale and powerless words!

What is a deity?

The Han army that is now killing and raging is the real god!

(End of this chapter)