dmims Chapter 100 The Master of the Mohist School
Chapter 100 The Master of the Mohist School
Chapter 100 The Master of the Mohist School
Meanwhile, a burst of cheerful laughter could be faintly heard from the mountain, which enraged the bandits so much that they gritted their teeth and wished they could rush up the mountain and slaughter everyone in sight to vent their hatred.
However, Greybeard learned his lesson this time and did not act rashly again.
It wasn't until noon the next day that they finally assembled their forces and divided them into five teams to launch an attack from the foot of the mountain.
When they reached the mountainside, a sudden volley of arrows came from both sides. Immediately afterwards, two groups of men rushed out and slaughtered the bandits while they were in a panic.
Greybeard was taken aback and shouted urgently, "Quickly, split up and send reinforcements!"
"Boom boom boom!"
At that moment, a loud noise was heard.
Large and small stones rolled down the hillside like a stampede of horses, filling the sky with dust.
The bandits scattered in terror, and many more fell into the trap. Their screams, like death knells, terrified them, and they turned tail and fled for their lives.
"kill!"
Seeing that the time was right, Gu Yu shouted and, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, led his team down the mountain.
His charge was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, carving a bloody path through the enemy lines.
His target was Greybeard!
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows! Stop him! Stop him now!"
Soon, Graybeard also realized Gu Yu's intention and shouted an order in fright.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
More than a dozen arrows came flying at Gu Yu, who dodged them with a swift movement and blocked the remaining ones with his shield.
In fact, he didn't need the shield at all.
He was confident he could dodge even a hundred arrows, let alone a dozen.
However, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? He couldn't overdo it, lest he shock the world.
Seeing Gu Yu charging towards him like a god of death, Graybeard was so frightened that he turned and fled.
"Stop him! Stop him!"
He ran while shouting.
Unfortunately, by then no one was following his orders anymore.
These bandits could indeed be called desperate criminals, but they weren't reckless.
At first, they were holding their breath, but that breath was dissipated, and they could no longer muster the courage to attack. They only wished that their parents had given them two more legs, and they ran away faster than each other. Who had time to care about Graybeard?
"thump!"
In his panic, Graybeard tripped over a stone and fell headfirst to the ground, rolling several times.
Just as he was about to get up, a spear pierced his chest.
Next, Gu Yu used his short sword to sever Graybeard's head, held it in his hand, and shouted, "Brothers, Graybeard's head is here! Kill him!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
In an instant, the crowd was invigorated, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens.
When the battle ended, Tao Fang had someone take stock of the battlefield. Including those bandits who were trampled to death by horses and those who fell into traps, his side estimated that they had killed more than 500 enemy soldiers.
Our side suffered only seven dead and sixteen wounded.
"Brother Gu, you're amazing! You've done a tremendous service this time!"
Tao Fang was visibly excited, holding Gu Yu's hand tightly as if he had found a treasure.
Gu Yu said modestly, "Not at all, it's all thanks to Steward Tao and all the brothers who fought bravely and relentlessly against the enemy that we achieved this victory."
"Haha, Brother Gu is not arrogant after winning. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
"By the way, Steward Tao, those brothers who died must be properly taken care of."
"Don't worry, I will definitely bring them back to Handan for a proper burial, and I will also make proper arrangements for their families."
After a day of rest, the group continued their journey.
That afternoon, while passing through a small valley, they faintly heard the sounds of fighting ahead.
"stop!"
Tao Fang immediately raised his hand and ordered the team to stop.
Gu Yu volunteered, "Steward Tao, I'll go check the situation up ahead. You keep the brothers on high alert here, just in case."
"Okay!" Tao Fang nodded. "Brother Gu, be careful."
"Know."
Gu Yu responded and quickly ran towards the front of the valley.
In the valley, there was indeed a group of people fighting, with thirty or forty people besieging a middle-aged man dressed in hemp clothing and wielding a heavy black sword.
"Yuanzong, hand over the Grand Master's Token, and I will spare your life."
"Yan Ping, you are no longer worthy to be a disciple of the Mohist school, much less the leader of the Mohist school —"
The founder of the Mohist school is known as Mozi. He consistently advocated the core concepts of "non-aggression" and "universal love," and at its peak, it was almost on par with Confucianism and Taoism.
Unfortunately, as time went by, the Mohist school has now split into three parts, with the three largest being known as the "Qi Mohist," "Chu Mohist," and "Zhao Mohist," respectively residing in the states of Qi, Chu, and Zhao.
Yuan Zong was a disciple of Meng Sheng, the former leader of the Mohist school. He inherited the leadership of the Mohist leader and was determined to unify the fragmented Mohist school and restore it to its former glory.
But to his utter surprise, when he went to Handan and found Yan Ping, the leader of the Zhao Mo school, and revealed his identity, Yan Ping not only refused to cooperate, but also forced him to hand over the Mo family's Grand Master's Token.
Fortunately, Yuan Zong was exceptionally skilled and fought his way out of Handan City.
Yan Ping led his men in relentless pursuit, determined to obtain the Grand Master's Token and become the true leader of the Mohist school.
The two sides were fighting fiercely, but they did not notice that someone had quietly hidden behind a rock on the hillside and was watching everything.
The person who arrived was none other than Gu Yu.
After watching for a while, he finally realized that he had underestimated the level of martial arts in this world.
Yuan Zong's swordsmanship is at the grandmaster level. A heavy sword in his hands is as light and elusive as a dragon, making it difficult to grasp.
If it were a life-or-death battle, Gu Yu estimated that Ximen Chuixue wouldn't last more than three moves under Yuan Zong's sword.
Unfortunately, Yuan Zong's swordsmanship was not a swordsmanship for killing.
Or perhaps, he adhered to the Mohist principles of "non-aggression and universal love" and did not want to kill.
This is precisely the biggest reason for the decline of the Mohist school: it was too idealistic.
The principles of "non-aggression and universal love" are not only ineffective in the Warring States period where human life was cheap, but will also remain ineffective even two or three thousand years from now.
History has proven that, no matter when or where, the human world cannot escape the natural law of "survival of the fittest."
Just because you like playing in peace mode doesn't mean others do.
Although Yuan Zong's swordsmanship was outstanding, he always focused on defense. Despite being attacked by thirty or forty people in turn, he did not kill a single one.
It's okay for a short time, but over time, it's inevitable that you'll fall behind and get injured in many places.
Yan Ping seized the opportunity and launched a surprise attack from behind, thrusting his sword into Yuan Zong's back.
"call out!"
At that moment, a sharp arrow struck like lightning.
Yan Ping was taken aback and instinctively sheathed his sword, trying to dodge.
However, the arrow came at an extremely fast speed. Although he instinctively dodged, he was not able to dodge it completely. The arrow pierced through his arm in an instant and reached the fletching.
Yan Ping groaned in pain, then hurriedly shouted, "Retreat!"
This arrow terrified Yan Ping.
Because he could sense the immense force of the arrow, something no ordinary person could accomplish.
Moreover, he didn't know how many people were hiding in the shadows, so he could only escape first to avoid being surrounded.
As soon as Yan Ping and the others fled, Yuan Zong turned to look in the direction from which the arrows had come, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Yuan Zong of the Mo family. Thank you for your help, great hero!"