"Report to the master, the 12 Cavalry in the south turned eastward." Katsushiro ran over to report excitedly. Kanbei nodded, and then was stunned: "Shouldn't it be the 13 Cavalry?" "One of them was hit by an arrow!" "Goro Soldier"
Wei, this guy is quite secretive." Kanbei shook his head with a smile, and then drew a cross on the circle that recorded the number of bandits on the map, which meant that there were 29 bandits left.
"Go and see if the bridge to the east is broken, remind Kikuchiyo to pay attention..." "Watch out for the muskets, I know." Waiting for Kanbei to finish speaking, Katsushiro had already excitedly ran to the riverside where Kikuchiyo was defending to report.
News.
Gorobei led his team of farmers back. Kanbei had no time to say hello, so he stood up and said: "Go and defend the north, the back mountain is the key." Gorobei responded and said: "You are not in the back mountain.
We built the fence just for now." Kanbei nodded with a smile: "A good city must leave a gap to lure the enemy deep and then destroy it. Holding it tightly will not work."
Watching Gorobei and the peasant soldiers gradually go away, Kazuha Sorayama asked quietly: "When will I show up? Why don't you go to guard the north with Jiuzang and others." Kanbei shook his head: "It's not that time yet.
Mr. Kongshan, the bandits are not aiming to attack me at this moment, but to test me! I predict that the bandits will come in large numbers to attack me tonight. This is the most dangerous moment."
By the river, Kikuchiyo angrily scolded the farmers: "Look at your miserable appearance!" At this time, the farmers gritted their teeth and worked together to lift a thick piece of wood that was used as a bridge pile, but they were obviously not strong enough.
Competent. Kikuchiyo squeezed away the last farmer, bent down and shouted loudly. Suddenly, he lifted the thick piece of wood, and then several farmers carried it on their shoulders and moved it away with difficulty.
Katsushiro ran over and panted to Kikuchiyo: "The Twelve Riders are coming soon, break the bridge quickly." Kikuchiyo roared: "Can't you see what I'm doing?!" "Be careful with their muskets." "Got it!
"Kikuchiyo responded impatiently.
At this time, there was a cry of a baby. The two turned around and saw a peasant couple running towards the bridge with their child in their arms. Kikuchiyo stopped them and shouted: "What are you doing here? Go back!" "I want to find my father.
We can't find him anywhere." The farmer hurriedly replied.
His wife couldn't help but choked up and said: "Dad often said he wanted to die in the hut. He wanted to die listening to the sound of the waterwheel." "Dad?" Kikuchiyo was furious: "Baga! You are such a stubborn old man! Pull him away quickly.
Come back, the bandits are coming soon!" Kikuchiyo angrily said to Katsushiro: "Get out of the way, don't block the road!" He squeezed Katsushiro out of the way, ran to the farmers who were demolishing the bridge, and was rude again.
Loud curses sounded.
Unlike the excitement here at Kikuchiyo, the back hill where Kuzo was responsible for defense was quiet and motionless. He could only look at the enemy situation in the distance with Gorobei who came to support him.
The unknown is more terrifying, and this kind of quiet waiting is actually the most disturbing. Although the farmers here are the youngest and strongest, they cannot change their timid and cowardly nature as farmers.
Gorobei worriedly whispered to Jiuzang: "The situation is not good. Everyone is panicking. If this continues, I'm afraid some people may not be able to bear it and collapse before the bandits attack."
Faced with this situation, Jiuzang was helpless. Being good at swordsmanship does not mean that he is also good at leadership. Even the experienced Gorobei found it difficult, and Jiuzang had no good solution.
At this moment, they heard bursts of neat shouts coming from a distance. The two samurai listened carefully and found that they were coming from the direction of Shichiroji Nishi and Heihachi Hayashida. The neat and high-pitched shouts made them
People couldn't help but feel inspired after hearing this.
Gorobei laughed and said: "Shichiroji did a good job! Come on, let's shout too! You all come out!" After saying that, he pulled out the knife from his waist and ordered to the farmers who crawled out of the bunker: "Listen,
Now raise your gun and cheer, listen to my orders, hey! Hey!"
The farmers shouted in unison with Gorobei's voice. "Hey! Come again!" Gorobei couldn't help but shouted loudly when he saw the farmers' morale gradually rising.
Shouts from two directions reached Kikuchiyo. Kikuchiyo, who had completely transformed from a samurai into a coolie, put down the huge piece of wood on his shoulders and said to the peasants: "Stop for a moment, we can't lose morale. Listen to me.
Order, start!" Under Kikuchiyo's order, everyone raised their bamboo spears and shouted loudly. Although most of them were old and weak farmers, their voices were not low at all under the background of Kikuchiyo's unusually loud voice.
Gradually, the shouts coming from three directions turned into shouts that resounded throughout the village. After this incident, not only the farmers, but also the morale of the warriors increased greatly.
On the other side of the river, the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. Kikuchiyo stopped shouting and climbed up to the fortifications excitedly and shouted: "Coming, coming, the bandits have finally arrived!"
The farmers were not as bold as him, and they all lay down behind the fortifications. Suddenly, except for the shaking bamboo guns, there was no farmer in sight. Looking at the bandits that were gradually approaching, Kikuchiyo not only did not jump down to avoid them, but moved forward.
He walked a few more times and shook his head provocatively at the bandits.
There was a gunshot, and a splash of water was less than one step away from Kikuchiyo. Then Kikuchiyo staggered down and ran to the other side. Even so, he did not forget to stick his butt at the bandit and continue to provoke him.
There was another gunshot, but at such a long distance, the gun obviously couldn't hurt Kikuchiyo at all. It was more like venting anger and demonstrating.
He taunted the peasants who were lying on the ground unwilling to raise their heads: "Hey, get up, a musket can scare you into soft-footed shrimps? You guys..." At this time, Hehei opened his mouth and pulled Kikuchiyo's hand.
His arm pointed in the direction behind him. Kikuchiyo turned around and saw that raging fires were burning from the three huts on the other side. The bandits had nothing to do against Kikuchiyo and the others, but that didn't mean they would let the three isolated houses go.
The farmers' instinct made them want to run to the other side to put out the fire regardless of the danger. Kikuchiyo kicked and kicked them and drove them back, cursing: "You don't care what you do with that broken house, just go back to your post, don't panic!"
Although he ordered the farmers like this, it didn't mean that he could control himself. Kikuchiyo couldn't help but jump to his feet and yelled at the bandits: "Baga! Bastards! Come and attack this place, a bunch of bastards who only know how to set fire to houses!"
The bandits ignored Kikuchiyo's provocation. They thought that by burning down the farmer's house, the bandits who had gained some face rushed away and disappeared from sight after a while. This made Kikuchiyo extremely angry.
Kanbei, Sorayama Kazuha and Katsushiro were also attracted by the fire at this time. Following their arrival were the women and children staying in the village. Suddenly, sobbing and crying could be heard from the shore, which was heartbreaking.
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Although Kanbei had to personally order the farmers to abandon the three houses on the other side for strategic reasons, he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw such a scene. After all, this was equivalent to a family's lifetime wealth, which was destroyed in a handful at this time.
The fire was really hard to accept. But Kanbei immediately put his mind at ease. As a leader, he must make choices!
To ensure victory, sacrificing the interests of a few is a choice leaders must make.