At eight o'clock, the door finally opened slowly. Kotaro couldn't make it to the front of the line, so he could only stand on a low wall at the back and watch with envy as the villagers poured out of the door. The crowd began to push and shove, slowly squirming towards the east gate. Kotaro held his wife with his left hand and his youngest son with his right hand, looking at his nephew and younger brother who were following behind, and his heart was indescribably sad. They each carried a few small burdens, and they had few belongings left in the family.

The closer you get to the east gate, the more crowded it becomes. The streets on both sides of the east gate, which clinged to the castle walls, were filled with the Ashigaru of the Okabe family, all of whom were neatly draped and armed with weapons, staring at the people passing in front of them. Kotaro felt that if a conflict broke out between them and the ashigaru, they would definitely be suppressed immediately. Kotaro squeezed desperately into the crowd and moved towards the doorway little by little. It's the hottest part of summer, and even in the evening, it's still sweltering. A large number of people were huddled in the dense crowd, and soon they were covered in stinky sweat. The hot weather made the crowded people even more irritable, and from time to time there were pushes and quarrels in the crowd.

Kotaro's family finally managed to squeeze out of the city gate, and they were immediately startled by the sight in front of them. Just now in the city, although it was also crowded and messy, it was not as spectacular as here. The castle town on the east side of Inimajo Castle was densely packed with people all the way to the front of Tokiwabi's position. In the crowd, Kotaro couldn't see the road clearly, and could only vaguely see the maple bird flag fluttering in the distance. Kotaro could only rely on his feelings, and the vague memories of having been to the castle town in the east before, to lead the family along the main road. Most of the time, however, they are crowded with the crowds, like a flat boat in a rough sea, powerless to resist in the face of the tide.

It was getting dark, and fear and uneasiness hung over the crowd. Dozens of prescient villagers took out the torches they had prepared and lit the lights. But this light of fire is obviously not enough to illuminate the entire area, and Kotaro keeps his relatives around him tightly for fear that everyone will be separated in the dark. In this era, if you really get separated in the crowd, you may never find each other again for the rest of your life. The darkness also made the crowd even more panicked, and from time to time someone stumbled and fell, the crowd would immediately become chaotic and there would be bursts of screams. Some people were successfully rescued by relatives and friends around them, and some people became dead souls at their feet - Kotaro had just stepped on a corpse that had been trampled to death.

Soon, both Tokiwabi in the distance and Motonobu Okabe in the city seemed to recognize the problem. More than a dozen large fires were lit one after another at the head of Yinma City, and nearly 100 torches and five large fires were also lit in Changpanbei's position to help the people illuminate.

Kotaro could barely make out his position by the light - probably in the middle of the castle town, that is, they were almost halfway there. The crowd at the gate seemed to have thinned out a little, and all the people should have left the city. He stood on tiptoe again and turned his head to look east—where a large number of people were trying to climb over the trenches, from the gaps between the Tokiwa lines to the resettlement sites behind.

"Shouldn't we take a detour? Wouldn't it be necessary to queue up from the front until the second half of the night? Just as Kotaro was thinking in private, a scream suddenly came from behind him.

"Did anyone fall again?" Kotaro muttered with some pity and did not look back, but continued to look ahead. This time, however, the screams seemed to be different. In the past, there was a continuous scream only where someone had fallen. This time, however, in less than half a cup of tea, the entire crowd behind seemed to start screaming. And with that, people from behind were constantly crowding forward.

Kotaro frowned, sensing that something seemed strange. He hurriedly turned his head, and immediately froze in place, just like the dozens of people around him who turned their heads.

I saw the head of Yinma City, a sparkling fire.

Other people may not know, but Kotaro, who has traveled with the Iio family, will not fail to understand what those dotted fires are—they are rockets, arrows that have ignited arrows! And under the light of the fire, the bow and arrow are light!

The next moment, the sound of loose strings and sharp arrows cutting through the air came one after another. Kotaro instinctively grabbed his wife and children by the neck, almost full screen, and pulled hard behind him, pulling the two to the ground.

Before the wife and children who were in front of them could figure out what was going on, there were loud screams from the crowd. There must have been hundreds of archers at the head of the city, and there were hardly any missed archers shooting at such a dense, unsuspecting crowd. Nearly 100 people were torn by the hot and sharp arrows, and they were submerged in their bodies, and many of them choked their breath at once, and more screamed and touched the place where they were hit by the arrow, and some watched in disbelief as blood trickled out. However, Kotaro understands that these people do not have the consciousness to immediately break the shaft of the arrow. In the crowd, the constant crowd of people squeezed and twisted the shafts of the arrows stuck in their bodies, and the arrows churned in the muscles, causing them to almost faint to death. They howled and struggled wildly, and the whole crowd was a mess.

Just as Kotaro rushed to compassion for these people in between, the sight in front of him suddenly made him almost faint. Just a few centimeters beside him, he lay on the side of his son's body on the ground, and his third brother was hit straight in the forehead by a brown-black feather arrow, and blood and brains splattered out, and he was not alive. He instinctively went to protect his children and wife just now, but forgot about his third brother.

Before he could cry bitterly, the crowd suddenly surged again. The crowd that the Okabe family was shooting at them was completely panicked, and everyone fled desperately to the east as if death was chasing after them. They didn't care to pull everyone in front of them, just to be able to get closer than these people to the safety of Chang Panbei's position. Crying, screaming, and scolding mingled together, and everyone had lost the ability to think, just desperately trying to escape! The panic of the crowd spread rapidly, from the people at the back, to the middle of where Kotaro was. There are still many people here who don't even know what is happening, and they are turned on their backs by the surging crowd. The shooting of the archers of the Okabe family did not stop, and the feathered arrows continued to fall into the crowd, taking the lives of innocent people.

Kotaro looked at the crowd and immediately realized the danger of lying on the ground and being trampled. He subconsciously twisted his waist, quickly got up from the ground, and reached out to pull his wife and son. However, as soon as the wife pulled up, the son slipped and fell to the ground.

The crowd did not give Kotaro another chance to make an effort, and he saw four or five peasants running crying and stomping on his son, who was trying to get up, followed by a crowd that could not be seen. The cries of the crowd even drowned out the screams of his son, and he tried to rush against the crowd like crazy, but he was so overwhelmed. He was immediately swept east by the crowd, and his son was drowned in the sea of people.

By the time he came back to his senses, his wife beside him had already been scattered by the crowd and was nowhere to be found. Only his second brother's son, clutching his arm and crying bitterly, never let go, and ran forward with him in the crowd. Vaguely, Kotaro saw that under the castle of Inima Castle, rows of troops from the Okabe family with torches were rushing towards the crowd!

Kiyoshi is also an ordinary farmer in Inima Castle and a good neighbor of Kotaro. Before, when Kotaro's family couldn't survive, he also gave out the same few rations left at home to help them. When he left the city today, he was able to squeeze into the front position, and now he was almost in front of Chang Panbei's position. The fire and the light from the torches on the Tokiwa Position were already close in front of him, and he was getting more and more at ease. However, he was always worried about Kotaro who hadn't been able to find a figure for most of the day - I hope he'll be fine.

However, just now, the incessant screams suddenly came from the far rear. Then, the screams grew louder, closer, and denser. The crowd also continued to rush forward with the screams, and Mu Ji's family was almost dispersed by this flow of people. Before Mu Ji could figure out what was going on, he saw a dozen young men fleeing in front of the crowd without hesitation!

"What's going on in the back!" Another fellow shouted.

However, the dozen or so young men continued to squeeze forward without looking back, crying and shouting, "The Okabe family has killed someone!" Run! The Okabe family has killed someone! ”

The entire crowd exploded in an instant, and the news of "the Okabe family killed someone" spread among the crowd at once, and chaos spread like a plague. The heart-rending wails and the constant rush of people added to the power of these words. All the people were plunged into unprecedented chaos, and everyone fled to the safety of Tokiwanbei's side!

"The Okabe family has killed someone! The samurai lords from all directions have come up! ”

"There's blood all over the ground! Kill people when you see them! Thousands of people are dead! ”

The chaos and darkness of the crowd make it impossible for everyone to see where the Ashigaru of the Okabe family has gone, as if there is Ashigaru of the Okabe family everywhere, as if every person who pours out of the darkness is Ashigaru of the Okabe family!

The wails kept coming from behind, and Mu Ji was terrified to hear them. He held his wife in his left hand, the child in his right hand, and the little girl in the family in his left hand. The family squeezed into the flow of people and struggled to move forward, and they all set their eyes on Muji, the pillar of the family. However, his mouth was also constantly trembling, just repeating the two words "Run!" Come on! ”

Mu Ji unknowingly, he had rushed to the edge of the ditch with the screaming crowd, and he was anxious to see that the child might not be able to cross the ditch, so he actually pushed a few people in front of him, and those people fell into the ditch at once. He pulled the child and his wife as hard as he could, and stepped on them. He has been honest all his life, and he never imagined that he would do such a thing.

Beyond the trench, it is a constant front. The few openings and gaps reserved were already crowded with people. Before Muji could breathe a sigh of relief because he had successfully crossed the trench, "The Okabe family has killed someone!" "This ghostly howl followed! The people who stayed in front of the Tokiwa defense line, including Muji, saw that the gap was really blocked, and they actually began to try to squeeze into the ironclad ashigaru formation of Tokiwa to rush through the defense line. In order to block these people and maintain their formation, the ashigaru people of Tokiwa were forced to put their spears horizontally in front of them, turning into a human flesh fence and struggling to block them.

And the surging flow of people has actually filled in the trench, and the panicked and uncontrollable crowd continues to rush!