"Oh, Buddha! An ambush by the Sanda? That's impossible!"
"Whether it was the envoy offering up gold or the camp burned by Fire Arrows, all of it exposed the Sanda's weak underbelly! How could they still have ambushers? How could they have laid a trap in advance?!..."
On the Kan-style ship Hokke-maru, Master Juehui's Buddhist heart shattered, and he could hardly believe his own eyes. Yet bloody reality lay before him just like that, like a terrifying vision of Avici Hell, projecting the blood-soaked truth of the cruel human world.
"Merciful Buddha!..."
"Bang! Bang bang!..."
The Jurchen heavy cavalry came howling in, a vicious charge from the rear driving straight into the backs of the surviving Warrior Monks. Dull Maces smashed bones apart, galloping hooves plowed out a bloody road, and thus hammered the Warrior Monks' last resistance to pieces. Then a great mass of Jurchen warriors followed close behind, while the Kingdom's Samurai also leapt down from the Ship Fort and launched the charge they had long been waiting for against the Warrior Monks in the camp!
"May the Great Spirit bless us! Kill! Kill them!"
"Praise the Main God! The enemy's broken!"
"The Priest has given the order! Take captives, catch them alive!..."
At this moment, the Warrior Monks of the Tendai Sect had lost the commanders who directed them and the organization of an army. They had suffered a cavalry charge, more than half of them had been cut down in grievous casualties, and now they were surrounded and struck from front and rear. The situation could no longer be salvaged. At last, their morale completely collapsed, and they began fleeing in every direction. From this point on, there were no more blade-bearing Warrior Monks—only prey scattering in despair within a hunters' encirclement!
"Clatter!..."
On the Kan-style