It was late at night. All the samurai were sitting around a bonfire in the village square, surrounded by the darkness of peasants. Kanbei stood up, and the bright bonfire shone on his face, filling him with seriousness for the always gentle man.
"Today, Liji died." Upon hearing this, the farmers immediately stopped whispering, and several farmers who were close friends with Liji sobbed softly.
"His sacrifice was to protect everyone. He is a hero!" Kanbei raised his voice: "He and our three samurai killed 11 bandits!" The farmers raised their heads one after another, with a sense of the past in their eyes.
Confidence that he never had before, Kanbei nodded secretly, morale can be used!
"Tomorrow, bandits will attack in large numbers, but bandits are not scary. Bandits are also human beings. Your bamboo spears must pierce the bandits hard. Remember, you are here to protect yourself, your family, and your village.
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Kanbei looked around at the peasants and said loudly: "Listen! Keep your spirits up tonight. Tomorrow, the teams will be trained as usual and follow the orders of the samurai. In this battle, all the bandits will be killed, and you and your descendants will no longer have to suffer.
Robbery and killing; or we all die in battle and the village turns to ashes! There is no third possibility!"
What Kanbei can imagine is that tonight, or even within a few days of the battle, it is impossible for the villagers' psychological quality to recover their physical strength well. It is normal to even stay up all night. If it lasts for a few more days, it will not last long.
It will be brought down! So this war must be ended within three days.
Fortunately, all the houses of the bandits were burned down this time, and the food they had stored would definitely be at stake, and they would definitely seek a quick fight. Otherwise, for such a rabble without strict organization and strict discipline, disintegration is almost certain.
The farmers dispersed, but the samurai continued to sit around Kanbei. Hayashida Heihachi asked: "Will the bandits definitely come tomorrow?" Kanbei nodded: "Nearly 30% of the bandits are dead.
, they must use the morale inspired by hatred to attack, and they don’t have much food, so they can’t delay.”
"Yo Xi! You ran back before you had enough time last time. This time you will definitely kill him!" Kikuchiyo shouted with excitement. Gorobei said with a smile: "The bandit's spies didn't spread the news either.
Go back, with our comprehensive defense, a few people will not die tomorrow, and they will never be able to think of any good attack method."
Kanbei nodded and smiled: "Well, tomorrow is the last chance for us to easily kill them. Once they react, it will be a hard-fought head-on battle."
Sorayama Kazuha stood up and slowly said to Kanbei: "I have been patrolling with you all this time and have not joined any team. This time, where do you think more bandits will come, I will go to that place.
direction."
Although Kanbei's consolation in the evening made Kazuyo Kureyama no longer obsessed with Kuretsu's revenge method, the obsession in his heart was still not completely dispelled. "Kuzan-kun, you..." Kuzo hesitated and wanted to comfort him.
Kazuyo Sorayama waved his hand: "I know, Jiuzang, I know what I want to do, don't worry, I haven't been carried away by anger yet."
Kanbei sighed in his heart and said seriously to Sorayama Kazuha: "Korayama-kun, I understand your intentions, but I don't know from which direction the bandits will mainly attack. However, as I expected, their large group was the first to attack.
The place we arrived must be to the west! That is where Shichiroji first deployed his defenses. There is a gentle slope there, which is the most suitable place for cavalry to charge."
Kanbei pondered for a while and then said: "However, I believe that after seeing our defense, they will never abandon their horses and attack there without testing. Instead, they will test each direction one by one and finally choose the direction of attack. So.
You first follow my command from the center. If there are more bandits on one side, rush to kill them immediately. With your speed, Lord Kongshan, you will definitely be able to make it in time."
Kazuha Sorayama thought about it for a moment, and had to admit that what Kanbei said was indeed reasonable. He nodded and sat back down, continuing to listen to Kanbei's arrangements.
Kanbei let out a long sigh and said, "Before we came to the village, I thought that even if we could defeat the 8 bandits against forty bandits, only half of them would survive in the end."
There was silence for a while, why didn’t they think so!
Military battles are dangerous. Since ancient times, the winners of wars have always been the strong bullying the weak. When the individual combat capabilities are about the same and the equipment is far inferior to the enemy, there are very few who can win. Those who win with less
The reason why many cases of winning battles are praised is because they are extremely rare and extremely accidental.
But even so, no matter what the reason was, everyone still risked their lives to participate in this profitless war, with the awareness of death.
Even though their minds were as rough as Kikuchiyo's and as optimistic as Hayashida Heihachi's, they couldn't help but kick themselves in the middle of the night, but they still relied on their firm will and belief to suppress the fear of death and devoted themselves to this war without hesitation.
"Korayama-kun is of noble birth and possesses unique skills; Kuzo-kun has extraordinary martial arts and perseverance; Gorohei is calm and wise and has been in battle for a long time; Shichiroji is loyal, courageous, reliable and experienced; Hayashida Heihachi is optimistic, cheerful and humorous; Kikuchiyo Kōbu is powerful, hot-blooded and heroic;
Katsushiro is innocent, active and intelligent. He is not very talented, but he still has some military skills."
Kanbei pointed at everyone in turn, and everyone whose name was called by him couldn't help but trembled. Even Kikuchiyo, who was unreliable in the past, was full of seriousness.
"In this war, we have no muskets, no armor, no walls, no reserves, no daimyo rewards for victory, and death for defeat! However, people are cities, walls, and trenches. In the eyes of Shimada Kanbei,
All of us are excellent warriors! With all of you by our side, it doesn’t matter if we die in battle!”
Everyone roared in unison! Even Sorayama Kazuyo, a cold guy, couldn't help but nod slightly.
After Kanbei's pre-battle encouragement, the remaining solemnity and fear in everyone's hearts were completely washed away, leaving only the firm desire to kill the enemy! They wished that the bandits would appear immediately and kill the enemy happily, even if they killed themselves.
This heroic spirit is not in vain.
Sorayama Kazuyo looked at the people with excited faces, his eyes became more and more distant, and his heart became calmer.
Only then did he completely get rid of the impact of Li Ji's death on his will, and his sword intention became as bright and flawless as the bright moon in the sky.
He vaguely felt that his realm had become stronger. Originally, Sorayama Kazuyo's swordsman's heart was completely unable to match his soaring strength. This was also the biggest side effect of his extraordinary talent. This time Rikichi died, although
This farmer was really insignificant in his heart, but it still made him almost unable to suppress his desire to kill. This was because his state of mind was far from solidified.
If you cannot control yourself, the most serious consequence will be to become murderous and eventually die madly. This is not controlling the sword, but being controlled by the sword.
Sorayama Ichiyo's method is to suppress it with extreme indifference, but this is a way to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. Although this is consistent with his temperament, people are social animals after all, and it is natural to desire to communicate with others, even if Sorayama
Kazuyo also needs to become a member of the social role, unless he truly becomes an immortal, completely erasing the hearts of mortals, and denying that no one can escape the bonds between people.
In the previous world, when Kazuyo Sorayama's temperament was the coldest, there were parents and masters who were the thin threads that tied the beast in his heart. Later, there were wives and children who continued to tame them with love and family affection, so that they would not become cruel.
Ruthless machine.
When I came to this era, because I completely lost all ties and could only place my love on the sword, I broke through in a short period of time to a level that others could only hope to achieve in ten or more decades.
However, it is precisely because of the lack of time and human experience that he is unable to completely control his swordsman's will. This is also the reason why he often cannot control the leakage of murder.
The state of mind of a swordsman is a mental method that cannot be taught by anyone but can only be understood by oneself. It includes the understanding of all things in the world, the understanding of the way of the sword, and most importantly, the restraint of the heart.
Some people have completely strengthened their beliefs, enabling them to completely control their own realm, so they have become the great swordsmen that attract the attention of the world; some people have broken their original unbreakable cognition and perceived the more profound laws of the world, so
They became the peerless swordsmen passed down through the ages.
But Kazuyo Sorayama has just crossed the threshold. In terms of martial arts, he may be on par with those swordsmen who have been famous for a long time, and may even be slightly better due to his talent and age.
But his journey as a swordsman is still long, and he may only be able to stay in this realm for a few years or decades, or even encounter an unexpected mutation that exceeds his willpower and will drive him completely crazy...
But what is certain is that the restoration of peace to Sora Ichiyo will definitely become the biggest nightmare for these bandits.