Kanbei looked down at the map. The loud shouts of killing all around him did not distract him. When he noticed that the defense line defended by Sorayama Kazuha and Kikuchiyo became quiet first, Kanbei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the direction was in this direction. Bandits are nothing to worry about.
The bandits who gave up cavalry for frontal combat and instead chose to sneak attack at night were simply seeking death in front of a man like Kazuyo Sorayama!
[I don’t know how much Kikuchiyo has learned, but after all, he is the person that Lord Sorayama likes. He must have a talent as a swordsman that I have not discovered yet?] Kanbei shook his head and got rid of this thought that had nothing to do with the war.
Of course he hopes that Kikuchiyo's martial arts will improve, preferably to the level of Sorayama Ichiyo or Jiuzou. At this time, every increase in combat power will increase the chance of victory by one point.
Kazuyo Sorayama quietly appeared next to Kanbei. Even though he was so fast, the sound produced by his movement was still very low. Even those skilled ninjas who are famous for their agility would feel ashamed when they saw him.
"What's the situation? Which side do you want me to support?" Kanbei was startled by Kazuyo Sorayama's sudden voice, and Katsushiro on the side almost jumped up, holding the handle of the knife and looking nervously at Kazuyo Sorayama. direction, until I heard the unique hoarse voice, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Kanbei looked at Kazuyo Sorayama with relief and asked: "How is your place? Are there any casualties on our side?" Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head: "No, two were killed, and the rest were frightened away."
Kanbei smiled, lowered his head and made two crosses on the circle representing bandits on the map, raised his head and said with a smile: "Ten bandits have died in your hands. I know you are reliable, but it seems that The bandits should also know this time."
More than just knowing! If other bandits learn about the death of the bandit hanging on the wooden fence, it is estimated that those who dare to swing a knife at Sorayama Kazuyo are already considered to be extremely brave people, and more people may be able to see him. Your legs tremble unconsciously, and you may lose the courage to draw the sword.
Kanbei continued: "The shouts of killing are very intense to the west. Shichiroji and Hayashida Heihachi are defending there. No one has come to ask for help yet, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Kuzo and Gorobei are defending in the back mountain. There are still people there. There is no sound coming, so if there is no accident, we can still defend ourselves."
"Then there are no warriors defending the rice fields to the south?" "It's okay. I have asked the farmers to light a bonfire every ten steps on the other side. If the bandits come to attack, they must put out the fire first. If there is any enemy, the farmers will come to report. It's not that easy for bandits to pass through paddy fields." Kanbingwei was confident.
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded. Having such a wise leader was the luck of the samurai and peasants. It was also the greatest misfortune for the bandits. In this battle, no matter how many bandits he killed with his own hands, Kazuyo Sorayama had no effect in terms of effect. It's definitely not as good as Kanbei's central plan.
If the leader is replaced by an empty mountain, it is most likely that a few people will have enough to eat and drink for a few days. When the bandits attack, they will face the forty cavalry without changing their expressions, draw their swords and yell: "Gentlemen, , follow me to kill the thieves!" Then everyone died...
While the two were discussing, a young farmer rushed towards here in groups. He shouted loudly from a distance: "Samurai-sama, Samurai-sama! Yes, there are bandits!"
Kanbingwei quickly stepped forward and said, "In the direction of the paddy field? How many people are there? Have you ever launched an attack in the water?"
The farmer took a few deep breaths and stammered, "I don't know how many people there were. There was a campfire that was slowly extinguished, and then we found a few black figures sneaking into the water from there. I..." Before the farmer could finish speaking, the empty mountain
Kazuha said to Kanbei: "I'll go take a look." Kanbei nodded and said to Katsushiro who was standing by: "You go too, and be more careful."
The figures of Sorayama Kazuha and Katsushiro disappeared into the darkness, but the killing shouts from the direction of Shichiroji were still fierce.
Inside the Mucha, a team led by Shichiroji and Hayashida Heihachi were fighting several bandits who had jumped into the Mucha, while a steady stream of bandits outside the Mucha were also trying to jump into the wall.
There were several silent peasants lying on the ground, but the bandits also paid the price of two people being killed. One of them was stabbed in the front and back by Shichiroji's big gun, and was crooked next to the wooden fence; one had several guns stuck in his body.
The broken bamboo gun was obviously surrounded and killed by farmers.
Hayashida Heihachi was fighting fiercely with a bandit. In this unavoidable war, Hayashida Heihachi was obviously struggling to deal with it, and there were several blood stains on his body.
After all, the bandits were sneak attacks with no results. In the frontal battle, the small space was stabbed by a large number of farmers, and there were also attacks from Shichiroji, a master of spear skills. The bandits who came in had more and more scars on their bodies. Obviously,
Somewhat powerless.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the bandits who lost the courage to fight to the death could not help but retreat one after another, and then began to flee outside the wooden fence in a chaotic manner.
The farmers showed extraordinary bravery in the face of this sneak attack, far stronger than the old, weak, sick and disabled people on Kikuchiyo's side.
Fortunately, until this time, there were still no muskets and bows to help. Of course, in this kind of melee at night, even contemporary sharpshooters did not dare to shoot easily.
Sometimes, accidental damage to friendly forces is not just as simple as the loss of manpower. What is more terrifying is the loss of morale, which leads to the complete collapse of the war. Although the morale of the bandits has now dropped to the lowest point.
What they couldn't understand was how the farmers, who were originally as weak as lambs, behaved as fiercely as tigers in tonight's battle.
This psychological gap directly caused the bandits who were originally low in fighting spirit to completely lose their desire for sneak attacks. Everyone wanted to get back on their horses and crush these untouchables, yes, and those hateful, nosy samurai!
The bandits who were facing off against Hayashida Heihachi saw that the situation was not going well and jumped out of the fight without hesitation. Several bandits covered each other and fled outside the wooden fence. However, a bandit with injured legs and feet was cut through the wooden fence by Shichiroji's big gun.
The fence pierced his back, and he struggled a few times before falling down, becoming the final sacrifice for the failed sneak attack.
Hayashida Heihachi gasped violently while holding the knife. Judging from the blood oozing from his shoulders and calves, it was obvious that he would not be able to continue participating in the battle in a short period of time.
He mocked himself and said to Shichiroji: "Yeah, yeah, this bandit is really powerful. I think he is about the same as Sorayama-sama and Jiuzou. It seems that it's not that my wood-cutting swordsmanship is not good, but that my opponent is too strong."
Hayashida Heihachi, who had a good mentality, was not affected. He knew that his martial arts was not that good. He had already expected this situation today. He was lucky not to be killed by the bandits. Besides, he was not useless. After all, if he hadn't held him back,
The other party asked several bandits to form a formation. It was hard to say whether they could survive this sneak attack.
Shichiroji patted him on the shoulder and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Heihachi-kun." After saying that, he walked up to the farmers who were still standing and praised loudly: "Good! Everyone is doing well this time. Although we sacrificed a few people,
But we killed three bandits! We..."
Shichiroji, who was about to continue to boost morale, was startled and shouted sternly: "No! It smells of gunpowder smoke! Get down quickly, there's a musket!"
The farmers quickly crawled to the ground and retreated into the trench. Shichiroji leaned over and turned around, trying to pull Hayashida Heihachi away, who couldn't react in time. A gunshot sounded from the distant night, and Hayashida Heihachi's body was shaken, and then he slowed down.
Fall slowly.
Shichiroji's eyes were splitting with tears, and he shouted: "Heihachi! Heihachi!" He rushed behind Hayashida Heihachi in two steps, handed the gun to his left hand, put his right arm around Hayashida Heihachi's waist, and dragged him back to the trench.
A bullet hit Hayashida Heihachi's chest. Shichiroji stared sadly and angrily at the direction of the gunfire in the distance. Looking at Hayashida Heihachi again, he was already dying.
His eyes widened, he held Shichiroji's hand, sprayed blood from his mouth, and murmured: "This time finally... no need, no need to run away anymore..." After that, he died.
The death of several peasants in the battle did not cause much pain to Shichiroji. Apart from their different status and not so deep friendship, the most important thing is that this was originally a war for peasants!
And these samurai, they don't have to come here to fight in bloody battles. Just like Hayashida Heihachi, this samurai who is not very skilled in martial arts but optimistic and cheerful, if he did not die here, he might be able to find a better life with his ability to avoid battles.
, even dying of old age is possible, but now he can only die for the peasants' war in vain.
Kanbei came over after hearing the gunfire and saw Hayashida Heihachi dying in Shichiroji's arms.
He sighed. This was the first samurai among the eight of them to die in battle. Today, the war has killed more than a dozen bandits. To be honest, this battle loss rate has far exceeded Kanbei's expectation.
But getting along for a long time makes any one of them no longer a cold number, but a living comrade!
Kanbei whispered: "He is a good samurai! Shichiroji, cheer up, the battle is not over yet!" Shichiroji slowly put Hayashida Heihachi to the ground. The moment he raised his head, the determined and loyal Shichiroji took over again.
Body, he nodded: "I'm fine."
Kazushiro Sorayama and Katsushiro, who rushed to support the paddy field, had not yet learned that their comrade-in-arms had been shot and died. At this time, they were faced with the coming, more brutal fight.