The samurai and some farmers gathered in Dad's waterwheel house. Gorobei sat in front of Dad and asked: "Dad, when will the harvest start?" The farmer Wan Zao on the side replied cautiously: "There are still ten days.
."
"As soon as possible, how many days will it take?" Wan Zao thought for a while: "The rice is not yet mature, so it will take three days at the fastest." Gorobei nodded: "Very good, all the villagers will participate in the harvesting, and it will be harvested immediately after harvesting.
Divert water into fields.”
Seeing the shocked look on the farmer's face, Kanbei said: "This can form a trench and organize the horses to enter the village. It is not necessary to flood the entire rice field and form a trench."
"But..." Farmer Shiosuke hesitated: "It will take a day to tear down the embankment and divert water..."
Gorobei interrupted: "I understand, don't worry, there should be enough time. One more thing, the three houses on the other side and the people in the waterwheel house must be moved away before harvesting."
The farmers were shocked when they heard this, especially the farmer who lived in these three houses and the father of the waterwheel house. Mosuke was one of them. He said unwillingly: "What? Do you want us to move?" The father took a sip.
Mouth, although shocked, did not make a sound.
Kanbei stood up and walked around: "I know this will be sad...but I have no choice. Compared with the bandits, we have too few people to protect our homes too far away." There was no sound in the room, except for a peasant woman.
I couldn't help but cry softly.
A simple house can almost be said to be everything a farmer owns! Every plank and every handful of thatch was built with hard work over the years using the remaining physical strength. Letting farmers give up this only property is equivalent to letting them return to their homes.
to a state of abject poverty.
People who have never experienced this kind of thing will never experience this kind of despair, which is only slightly worse than losing their life.
In the open space in the village, all the farmers gathered together and listened to the warriors assign tasks.
Gorobei said seriously: "Listen! The harvest will be done soon. The bandits will come as soon as the harvest is over. We must be mentally prepared. Therefore, from now on we must enter a combat state. When harvesting, we must also divide into groups.
Proceed. From tomorrow on, everyone will live together and are not allowed to return to their respective homes privately. Remember, no matter what you do, you are not allowed to act alone!"
Gorobei's serious warning made the farmers extremely nervous. At this time, Kikuchiyo said to the farmers carelessly, "Uh... everyone, listen! Well... tonight, take good care of my wife!"
The peasants laughed at the sudden dirty talk, and even the samurai couldn't help but laugh.
But the appearance of Mosuke broke this harmonious atmosphere. He walked to the center of the circle, threw his bamboo spear on the ground in front of all the samurai, and said angrily: "What a joke!" and then ran to a few farmers.
He said, "Those who live on the other side, come with me." Hearing this, several young men followed Mosuke and walked out of the crowd.
Mosuke shouted: "Throw away the guns, why should we abandon our homes to defend others!" Several farmers looked at the samurai cautiously, but still threw their bamboo guns on the ground.
Mosuke waved his hand and said: "Come! Let's defend our home!"
"Stop!" Several farmers were about to run back when they were shaken to the spot by a loud shout. Kanbei gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Come back! Pick up the gun! Get in line!"
The farmers hesitated for a moment, but still wanted to turn around and walk away. Kanbei became murderous, slowly pulled out the knife from his waist, and rushed towards the farmers with his body hunched over.
When several people saw Kanbei chasing after him with a murderous sword, they were so frightened that they dared to continue back to the other side. They cried and turned around Kanbei, picked up the bamboo spear thrown on the ground and ran into the pile of farmers.
It seems that only this can offset the fear in my heart.
Driven by the warriors, the peasants stood up in formation according to the training groups. Kanbei held a knife and coldly patrolled in front of the peasants in line, as if he wanted to find someone who was not arranged neatly as required.
Cut it down with one knife.
At this time, Kanbei no longer looked like the kind and wise middle-aged old samurai he usually was, but more like a cold-blooded and ruthless general.
He roared angrily: "There are three houses on the other side, and there are thirty houses here. You can't sacrifice thirty for the three! If this place is captured, the three houses will only die! Listen! That's how it is in war. Only by defending others can you defend yourself.
! If you only care about yourself, you will die first!"
Kanbei waved his sword vigorously and said: "Who is causing trouble from now on..." All the farmers were frightened by Kanbei's actions and collectively shrank their necks. Several farmers led by Shiosuke were frightened and frustrated, but since then they have completely
They gave up the idea of defending their respective houses alone.
The samurai were still busy with their respective tasks in an orderly manner. After this incident, Kanbei's majesty in the village reached its peak, and both the villagers and other samurai formally established Kanbei's leadership status.
Kazuyo Sorayama and Kanbei were walking in the village. For Kanbei, an old samurai with rich war experience, Kazuyo Sorayama only had admiration in his heart.
"I heard you say the other day that the most important thing on the battlefield is not to kill the enemy, but to protect yourself and your comrades from being killed by the enemy. This time, you were so ruthless that you asked those villagers to abandon their homes. Why is this?
asked Kazuyo Sorayama.
Kanbei stopped, with a hint of memory on his face, and asked Youyou: "Sir Sorayama, let me ask you, for us samurai, what is the standard for victory in war?" "Kill all the enemies!" Kazuyo Sorayama did not hesitate.
said.
"No, Master Kongshan, you have not experienced war. In my more than forty years of career, I have fought thirty-seven battles, large and small. In every battle, even if I win, I cannot kill all the enemies. If I lose, I will not be able to kill all the enemies."
The enemy can't kill us all. Chinese military law says "encircle ten", which means that it is only possible to kill all the enemies with 10 times the strength of the troops, regardless of casualties. However, I think back then, Lord Oda Youfu used
4,000 troops defeated Imagawa Yoshimoto's 50,000-strong army in Okehazama, who could have predicted it before!" Kanbei sighed.
Kanbei shook his head, as if to drive away some sad memories: "The battlefield was well-positioned, and the samurai on both sides were involuntarily chess pieces. The guns were like a forest of arrows, like rain, and the sound of hooves was like thunder. There was no
Who can survive on their own, and only by protecting each other can we survive to the end."
Kazuyo Sorayama suddenly realized that, indeed, in a crowded battlefield, the role of body skills is quite small. Even if he dodges, it can only be within a three-foot radius. He can dodge one spear, but he can't dodge two or three. If there are bows and arrows to assist, no matter how high the martial arts is
It is also inevitable that he will be injured and die.
Kanbei continued: "Farmers don't understand this truth. They only find it difficult to abandon their houses and property. But once this patchwork team is dispersed, they will fight on their own or even collapse without fighting. Alas, neither do I.
I was willing to be so decisive, but the situation forced me to sacrifice those few houses."
"What would you have done if those farmers insisted on leaving at that time?" Kazuyo Sorayama thought for a moment and asked about another possible outcome. A strong murderous aura rose in Kanbei's eyes, and he clenched his fists
The handle of the knife said: "I will chase them and behead them myself to show them to the public!"