The samurai did not disperse with the peasants. They sat around the campfire to discuss tomorrow's war. Kanbei stared at the map for a long time without saying a word. The death of Gorobei and Hayashida Heihachi in the battle had a far greater impact on the samurai's combat power than
Much bigger than expected.
There were 14 bandits left, but there were only 6 warriors left, and none of the bandits' three muskets was damaged. This was also the direct cause of the death of the two warriors.
Kikuchiyo couldn't stand this silent atmosphere, and complained: "Hey, Kanbei, you are talking!" Kanbei ignored him, and the samurai were also silent in this tense atmosphere. In the absence of one
When there is an active person like Hayashida Heihachi, this small group can easily fall into such an atmosphere of independent thinking.
"Let me tell you, my martial arts has been taught by Master Kongshan and can be called a first-class master." Agent Juqian said confidently: "Tomorrow, you must let me go to the place with the most bandits. Hey, do you hear me?"
Kanbei smiled helplessly, looked at the crowd and said: "Although Lord Kikuchiyo has made great progress in martial arts, there are still 14 bandits. I judge that they are most likely to gather all their forces for a decisive battle with us tomorrow! Today
They lost more than half of their men in the late sneak attack. With this kind of battle loss ratio, they were considered an elite because they did not collapse at that time."
Shichiroji nodded and said: "Even if we attack tomorrow, we still have a better chance of winning than the bandits." Kanbei nodded: "Yes, I did not expect this war to be so fierce, and the bandits probably did not expect it, but
The only thing we need to worry about is their muskets, three of them! They are really too dangerous."
"I'll take it," Jiuzang said, "In today's battle, I didn't kill a single bandit, and I have the most physical strength. Let me go this time."
Jiuzang, who is the second most powerful warrior among the warriors, achieved nothing in tonight's battle. He only made a few turns and ran. When he reported the number of enemies killed just now, he was so ashamed that he could hardly speak. This was because of him.
Absolutely unbearable.
Kanbei muttered: "The bandits must be exhausted tonight and need to repair themselves in urgent need. They will not return to the mountain stronghold. It is too far to travel, so they will definitely camp nearby... Okay! Jiuzang, it's not a good idea to go and grab the gun here.
Safety is the top priority. If something cannot be done, you must evacuate as soon as possible. Don't force it." Jiuzang stood up and tidied up for a while. Without saying goodbye to everyone, he plunged into the dark night alone along the direction of the bandits' retreat.
In the woods.
It wasn't until Jiuzou could no longer be seen that Kanbei looked back and said to everyone hesitantly: "The bandits will definitely come tomorrow, but..."
"But what, tell me quickly!" Kikuchiyo urged impatiently. "But I think their military strength is more than twice ours. The decisive battle tomorrow will not be an easy task for us. If we can consume them again
A few would be nice.”
What Kanbei didn't say is that defeating Shiro in martial arts cannot be considered a samurai at all. In this way, the number of bandits is almost three times that of samurai. Even if the battle is won in the end, there will be no samurai left.
Several people?
Just when everyone was silent, Kikuchiyo suddenly spoke: "Kanbei, when it comes to military law, you are the best samurai I have ever seen, but what I can't stand the most is that you treat peasants like peasants.
What?"
Kikuchiyo's tone was unusually serious: "They are weak, they are cowardly, and their martial arts skills are not worth mentioning. However, this is their village, and they have nothing but the village. How can they not work hard? Farmers really work hard.
Come on, I'm no worse than you warriors!"
Kikuchiyo paused, gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "You know, Kanbei, dogs that have eaten people will no longer be dogs, they will become wolves!"
Looking at Kikuchiyo's serious expression, Kanbei couldn't help but start to re-evaluate this fake samurai who he had never seen directly.
Unlike Kazuyo Sorayama's vision of Kikuchiyo's talent as a swordsman, Kanbei felt that rather than saying that Kikuchiyo was brave in battle, it was more about his reckless temperament, repeated disobedience of orders, and lack of any moral or code of conduct, which is the most common phenomenon in this era.
The kind of rude gangster who will do whatever it takes to survive.
However, it seems from these words that Kikuchiyo is not a completely brainless thug. He also has an accurate judgment on this war in his heart.
Yes, what did you do to farmers?
Anyway, it's time to end this war. Kanbei calmed down, stood up and said loudly: "Kikuchiyo is right, the number of peasants who dare to fight is more than the samurai and bandits combined. They are the key to this battle."
The key. The farmers guarding in each direction separated a few people and concentrated their efforts to defend Beishan. The bandits successfully broke through tonight and will definitely continue to choose this direction tomorrow to take advantage of their horses. Moreover... they have few troops.
There will definitely be no division of troops this time."
Shichiroji wondered: "In this case, do we still need to continue to guard our direction?"
Kanbei nodded: "That's right, first of all, we can't let the bandits escape from the village from other directions; second, we will let one or two riders, and no more than three riders at most, enter the village, and then...
"
Kanbei stretched out his hand and squeezed it fiercely with five fingers: "The defending samurai and peasants from all directions should gather in the center of the village, that is, here, and surround them with all their strength! After we have consumed a few knights, we will send all the bandits into the village for a decisive battle.
"
"Yo Xi! Tomorrow, kill all the bandits!" Kikuchiyo said excitedly
At this time, two farmers were walking toward the warriors carrying burdens. Kikuchiyo looked carefully, suddenly jumped up, walked a few steps, grabbed the big jar from the farmer's hands, and shouted: "Wine! Let me tell you."
, you cunning farmers have hidden all the good things, it’s really abominable!”
The two farmers put a pile of things on the ground with a smile, rubbed their hands and said uneasily: "Village people, we, want to invite the samurai adults to enjoy it." "I know, I know, put the things down, you can go back." Kikuchiyo was impatient.
waving hands.
He skillfully patted the seal on the wine jar, took a deep breath intoxicatedly, and then reluctantly handed it over to Kanbei's hands.
Kanbei picked up the wine jar and said: "Although it is not advisable to drink alcohol during war, the spirit of heroism must not be lost!" He took a big sip and passed it to Shichiroji;
Shichiroji sighed, "It's a pity that Kuzan-kun and Kuzo aren't here, otherwise we would have had a great drink." He also took a big sip.
Just as he was about to pass the wine to Kikuchiyo, this guy couldn't wait to grab it himself. He glared at Katsushiro and said, "Those two cold-blooded guys definitely don't know how to drink, and children can't drink either."
Then he raised the wine jar, opened his big mouth, and greedily let the white and viscous liquid pour down the mouth of the jar into his throat.
Kanbei smiled helplessly, put a bunch of dried nuts into Katsushiro's hand, and said warmly: "Eat more, you have worked hard today."
At this time, Katsushiro's mind had already gone to the beautiful Chino, and he had no intention of drinking here. He took this rare snack and carefully said to Kanbei: "Master, I..."
Kanbei understood and smiled teasingly: "Is there anyone you want to see? Go ahead."
Katsushiro didn't think too much about when his master knew about it. He hurriedly bowed to Kanbei and flew away like a bird out of its cage.
Kanbei and Shichiroji looked at each other with a smile, and the meaning was self-evident: they might die on the battlefield tomorrow, and it didn't matter whether they were peasant girls or samurai girls at this time, they could talk to the girl they loved, and then...
Entering the battlefield without regrets is also the life of a samurai!