Wedge Six: A Sword Was a Million Divisions[1]

The wind was so fierce that it rolled up a corner of the big tent in the camp. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were more white and less black, and his expression was full of contempt. He exhaled softly.

The wind came in through the corners of the tent, and blew through his white robe, and out of the corners of the tents.

Is it his big tent, is it his hometown, or is it his world?

Neither. He was just a lonely traveler, with no fixed place to live, and nowhere to go. He came here for a promise.

"どなたですか、ここに来て何?"

In the big tent, a map reflects China. Before Huaxia, a general, not tall, with a Ma Lan on his head, stood in his pocket, was dressed in Jintuo, and was equipped with two arc knives, one long and one short, at his waist.

Two guards on the left and right of the general were waiting for him, and he was in front of the general. There are eight people standing in each of his eight directions, and their names are Yukinaga Konishi, Masanori Fukushima, Kiyomasa Kato, Kazumoto Katagiri, Yoshitsugu Otani, Koma Kinmasa, Wasuka Iemasa, and one named Yoshihiro Shimazu. All of them are brave generals, wise generals, and famous generals, among them are Shidake Shibaku, there are inhumans with ninjutsu, and there is a samurai known as "Onishimazu".

However, none of them were in his eyes. He brushed up his bangs, which were slanted by the wind, and glanced at the general. No one knows what he came to do, no one knows how he got in.

"Your Excellency, who is the one-in-one person?" the general couldn't help but ask again. He fought all his life and never lost. But at this moment, there was a trace of uneasiness in my heart. Because the white clothes in front of him exuded a chilling aura, like a thousand years of ice.

"おれのことをしってるひつようはない、たいせつなのはおれがあなたをだれかしっていること (It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are). Bai Yi said lightly, and actually spoke the same language as the general.

The general's expression was shocked, the white clothes in front of him had a completely different clothing and aura from theirs, he was definitely not from the Yamato nation.

"Shogun," Fukushima shouted, holding up his spear.

"どうやらは間違ってない,あなたは本当にここまで来た,これは本当に素晴らしい。 A rare smile appeared on Bai Yi's cold face, and he was very relieved that his trip was not in vain.

The general took half a step back, his guards stepped forward half a step, and the heartstrings of everyone in the tent tensed, except for the man in white. The white sleeves were gently raised, and the eight generals were all swordsman.

The general's eyes did not dare to blink for a moment, because he had a very strong premonition that a terrible storm was coming, just like the sudden "divine wind" when the Mongols invaded Japan. The only difference is that this time the "kamikaze" no longer protects Japan.

"Come on!" the general raised his palm to block the sleeve of his shirt that was blowing towards his chest, only to feel a huge shock all over his body, and involuntarily took three steps back. Two of his bodyguards weren't so lucky, and they had already fallen to the ground.

Three spears pierced the back of the white cloth's heart, and a sledgehammer smashed the top of the white cloth's head. The sound of breaking through the sky swept through, and the man in white avoided all the blades, and with a slight lift of his right hand, he grabbed the handle of the sledgehammer.

After a few loud shouts, three spears stabbed again, and the white cloth held the hammer handle in his right hand, and the three spears were all pierced on the hammer surface of Shimazu. Yoshitsugu Otani and Ikoma were quickly retreating, guarding in front of the shogun. Wasuka housekeeper slapped the man in white with each other, and a lot of blood spurted out of his mouth, but he still didn't fall.

After two rounds of fighting, two people fell, and blood spilled all over the ground.

"Qin lost his deer, and the world chased him. The man in white brushed his sleeves and dusted off his clothes, and said slowly.

He is telling an ancient Chinese story about a king who lost his sika deer, which attracted people from all over the world to chase him.

"Why did Qin lose the deer? The man in white looked up at the general.

He was talking about an ancient Chinese truth, as if he wanted to tell the general that he was not the only one who was chasing the Central Plains, and that he could lose his deer at any time, especially in the face of his ambitions.

He spoke all in Japanese, but the general didn't seem to understand. With a wave of one hand, the generals in the tent rushed up again, and hundreds of musketeers rushed in outside the tent, and the leader of the team was Ukita Hideya.

"Hahahaha. The man in white laughed loudly. His figure passed through Otani and Ikoma like a ghost in laughter and rushed straight in front of the general, and the general's reaction was also very fast, the two of them exchanged three palms, the general took three steps back, and the man in white had jumped out of the tent.

"発砲する!"

The musketeers at the front had already loaded the lead pellets, and were about to aim and fire when a strong blow came, and the guns snapped. The dozens of arquebuses in the back row lit a few roars, but the lead bullets fired grazed the white clothes.

The white clothes fluttered and disappeared into the night in an instant. Even if he was dressed in white and eye-catching, it was like a meteor traversing the trajectory, and in an instant, with a snap of his fingers, it was like a flash in the pan, like a dream, and disappeared without a trace.

But it's not a dream.

The general's internal organs seemed to be flipped upside down, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

This year is the twenty-sixth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, and this year is the end of the Momoyama period of Japan's national security.

The name of that general was Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and he was the Sekihaku of the Japanese shogunate.

After that night, he returned to Fushimi Castle in Japan, left behind a farewell song, and then passed away. The troops that invaded Korea, a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, also retreated to Japan one after another. This was the final curtain of the Battle of Bunroku Keichō.

"Coming like morning dew, dissipating like morning dew, this is my life. Osaka's past is like a dream within a dream. ”

Is this song about Toyotomi himself, or is it also the white clothes like a dream?

Perhaps, only Toyotomi Hideyoshi will know.

[1] From Tang Wangwei's "Veteran Walk", the full poem is as follows:

"When the boy was fifteen or twenty years old, he won the horse on foot. Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, and be willing to count the yellow beards! One body fought three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million divisions. The Han soldiers were as fast as a thunderbolt, and the captives were afraid of thistles. Wei Qing was undefeated by God, and Li Guang had no merit.

Since it was abandoned, it has decayed, and the world has become a wasted head. In the past, there was no full sight of flying arrows, and today we have a left elbow. When selling the old Hou melon on the side of the road, he learned to plant Mr. Willow in front of the door. The vast ancient trees are even poor alleys, and the cold mountains are empty. The oath is ordered to fly out of the spring, not like the Yingchuan empty wine.

Helan Mountain is like a cloud, and the feathers are heard day and night. The festival envoy Sanhe recruited young people, and the edict sent five generals out. Try to brush the iron clothes like snow, and talk about holding the sword and moving the stars. I am willing to get the swallow bow to shoot the general, and shame the Yue Jia Ming Army. Don't be afraid of the old days, and you can still make meritorious deeds in a war. ”

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