As a samurai who loves the Republic of Australia and Song and loves his life even more, I would not be willing to be chosen to be among the first to rush to the open field in front of the Void Fortress.

On the one hand, he was unwilling to be the enemy of the Saga Domain samurai who served the old men of the Australian Song Dynasty like himself; On the other hand, it was nothing more than the fear of being killed in battle by the garrison of the fortress who did not know my identity, and that would be very wronged.

So Kitajiro, a samurai of the Konoe from the Chugoku region (Note 1), received a bribe that caused his pockets to fall, and the amount was completely larger than he expected.

He immediately conveyed a look to me that he had understood what I meant. For the sake of this money, he will certainly try to put me in the best position possible.

I smiled vaguely and thanked him.

Such a complex exchange of ideas is done in front of the eyes of countless people. At that time, I was sincerely grateful for the spiritual exchange that is unique to Japan, which is a ventriloquist tailor-made for corrupt villains.

Soon, after walking past the camp where the middle and lower class samurai lived, a small Japanese-style building that had been built in an emergency came into view.

It was a wooden house that had only been fully built yesterday, but it was only three or four meters high, and the rammed earth walls were painted with a layer of white lime, and it looked decent from a distance.

Of course, when I look closer, it's still much better than the tent I live in. Anyway, this is a house in the strict sense of the word, with a roof made of bamboo and wood to protect from the sun and rain. Well, and a few pieces of broken glass that I found out of nowhere, strung on ropes to make wind chimes, and hung on pillars in the hallway.

It seems that Doi-sama or some other big man still has some yearning for the war of the old Warring States period in his heart.

What a stupid meat eater.

While laughing at the stupidity of the upper echelons of the legion with unscrupulous mental care, I followed Kitajiro to the door of the house.

Even on the battlefield of life and death, the courteous waiter still laid out some pebbles in the small courtyard separated by bamboo in front of the house, probably to render the visual effect of "winding paths leading to seclusion".

Inside the room is a simple living room, with plain tatami mats and a few low tables on the floor, and Toshimori Doi and Hirotaka Terasawa are kneeling upright, with their hands flat on their thighs and slightly supporting their knees, with an upper-class aristocratic atmosphere.

Kitajiro walked up to the door, bowed to Doi and Terazawa once, and reported to them in standard Edo Ya that I had arrived.

After receiving the greeting from Hirotaka Terazawa, I waited in front of the door before I walked into their sight, bowed slightly, and then kept my upper body still, took off my cloth shoes with my feet, and stepped into the room wearing white socks.

In this way, it took me more than a week to practice the movements of about ten seconds, and I didn't show the slightest rudeness.

At the beckoning of Kitajiro's gaze, I found my place and sat down on my knees in accordance with the etiquette of the upper echelons.

There were also a few low tables in the room that no one had visited, and they seemed to be behind me.

Kneeling across from me was my fellow countryman, a descendant of a merchant whose ancestral home in Osaka, was the general Kei Oda. At the moment, he was constantly glaring at me, probably wanting to exchange opinions with me.

I sighed in my heart, this guy doesn't know what's in his head, we are talking to each other so far away.

I gave him a look, and then I stopped making eye contact with him, and I remained in a state of meditation with my eyes and nose, and was as silent as everyone else in the room. For a moment, only the green tea on the table was slowly steaming white, indicating that the time and space in the room were not static.

A few minutes later, the generals who had arrived one after another also knelt behind the low table.

Toshimori Doi and Hirotaka Terasawa glanced at each other and finally announced the start of the meeting.

He spoke in a voice that resembled a duck's crook, "My lords, the Saga rebels and the Ao-Song people have retreated under the power of our general Zhengyi and abandoned Yunoda, who was hindering our attack. ”

After saying this, he gently picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip on the side of his mouth.

I looked at him with my head bowed, showing the utmost respect.

I didn't look up, but I knew what this somewhat obese old man was doing. Almost all Japanese elites like to pause for a while after the beginning of their speech, which is used to create their own pressure and make their subordinates feel oppressed. The ultimate goal is nothing more than to put his figure high and be a big man who is moody.

Sure enough, Doi Toshimori coughed lightly and continued, "My valiant samurai have occupied the two villages of Oga and Minaa, which were abandoned by rebellion, and have broken down several fortifications in between. ”

"Now, what hinders the rebel army from attacking the Yellow Dragon is the Void Fortress built on the Void Hidden Mountain."

Terazawa Hirotaka took over lightly: "Now we have to select four people from among the monarchs and lead their respective soldiers to capture the Void Fortress. ”

He glanced around the room and saw that everyone subconsciously lowered their heads further, so he couldn't help but grit his teeth and squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Do whatever it takes." ”

I lowered my head deeply, and my mind raced to judge the impact of this incident. If Hirotaka Terasawa really wants to be ruthless and harden the Void Fortress, I must spread the news.

If the Void Fortress is really captured, it will be very difficult for the Hard Dirt Fortress side to counterattack back with that easy to defend and difficult to attack terrain. Correspondingly, after the threat of the right flank is removed, the center line army will not be able to be cut off from retreat like last time, but can push its troops and heavy weapons under the hard earth city without risk... The situation in the middle line is in danger of a total collapse.

"Next, I invite Nakajo-kun, Chiji-kun, Oda-kun, and Ozaki-kun to come forward and draw lots to decide the order of attack."

Terazawa's cold voice interrupted my train of thought. I jerked my head up, and I was facing Doi's smile with a hint of apology.

In an instant, I knew I had been sold.

Of course, in the eyes of the high-ranking Doi-sama, this is not a sale, but at most a bargaining chip for me in exchange with Terazawa, and he will trade me out like a gambler disposing of a pile of wood chips. This apology may be the only expression he has.

Kitajiro on the side was also visibly surprised, the deal between Doi and Terazawa should have happened during the time he came to me, and he didn't know that this would happen.

But immediately, he took the tray from the lower rank of the Guards samurai and placed it on the table in front of him.

I repeatedly asked myself in my mind to stay calm. The psychological training I had received before came into play at this time, and I calmed down much faster than the other three, got up and bowed to the two: "Mingyi must live up to his mission." ”

Doi stroked his palms and smiled: "Ozaki-kun is really a big husband, and he has the demeanor of my Edo samurai. ”

He turned his head sideways to Kitajiro and said, "Let's start the lottery." ”

Kitajiro bowed slightly, then walked towards me with a wooden pallet.

Obviously, I got the top draw, the last order of attack - it seems that silver may not be able to grind the devil, but it will definitely make my luck better. By the way, Mr. Kitajiro's card making was so clever that no one in the room could see how he was able to determine the contents of all the sticks without looking through the sticks.

Kei Oda didn't have such luck. He lowered his head, his face was blue, and his face looked like ashes.

I looked at him silently and didn't speak.

He drew the bamboo stick that attacked first.

Based on the experience of the previous two storms of the Void Fortress, the first sieges have been equated with death. The high death and casualty rate of 85% has already made the Ashigaru cannon fodder, who were asked to attack the castle first, turn "Kudan Sakami" into a mantra.

Later, he said something to the effect that everyone should pay attention to logistics and supply, and that the guerrillas of the Saga domain should not be allowed to blend into the mountains and forests and continue to threaten the winding supply routes in the mountains.

"On this decisive occasion, you must do your best. If there is a person who relaxes his vigilance and is thwarted from attacking..."Hirotaka Terasawa stood up, half of his face hidden in the darkness of the roof, and said calmly, "Please seppuku." ”

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I stood silently by the bushes at the edge of the camp, watching the ninja hiding among the leaves.

Tonight it's my turn to patrol the Ashigaru, and these cannon fodder, who have just learned that they are going to attack the Void Fortress, are in a very low mood and almost finish tonight's work in the state of the walking dead.

It also facilitates my work.

Soon, after I had given the prescribed code, the grass in front of me shook slightly, and a short man in a dark green camouflage uniform emerged.

I whispered to him quickly and quickly about what had happened today, and handed him a small bamboo tube with a secret note of notes.

After listening to this, he silently handed me a paper ball, then opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice: "The second batch is going to attack." ”

As soon as he had said that, he turned around and slid into the grass like a fish that had broken free from a fisherman's grasp, and soon disappeared.

I didn't speak, turned around calmly, and continued to follow the path of the patrol, occasionally sweeping over the ninja outposts arranged in fixed locations, making sure that no one saw what had just happened.

Connected to me is the "Courier", a ninja specially trained to carry out secret missions... Maybe it's a ninja. Instead of learning various killing techniques like ninjas in the traditional sense, they practiced stealth and bone shrinking skills wholeheartedly.

To be honest, before I met these people, I always thought that "bone shrinking" was just a novelist's fantasy.

It's just that these adults, who are only 1.2 meters, really broke my mind.

Brutal and brutal exercise training destroys their skeletons, leaving them with only such a "ridiculous" height. At the same time, their vocal cords have been damaged, and speaking is a very painful thing for them.

These silent dwarves are the siblings of us moles. Through countless dwarves, the Japanese administration has built a powerful intelligence network, and the shogunate's ninja intelligence team is not worth mentioning in front of them.