Strategically, it is really extremely difficult for Mao Jue.

First of all, he can't be compared with the Echigo Uesugi family back then, the entire Hokuriku, most of it is the territory of the Uesugi family, sending troops to Shinano, Uesugi Kenshin has a solid rear, and the position of the Kanto leader makes him have great influence on many Shinano wealthy families, Mao Jue has nothing, and the Yuezhong and Echigo behind him are all other people's territories, he is a complete lone army.

And this North Shinano is still like a huge cage, the terrain is rugged, easy to defend and difficult to attack, once Mao Jue is blocked in Kawanaka Island, he can't attack for a long time, and the back road is outflanked by the Sanada family, even if he Mao Jue is Nezha, with three heads and six arms, he has to be trapped here.

Now the situation seems to be moving towards that unfavorable situation.

The reason why it is called Kawanakajima is because it is a rare plain area in the mountains, sandwiched by the Chikuma River and the Rhino River, just like a triangular island in the river, and it is also one of the few places in Shinano that is rich in grain.

Mao Jue held a piece in his hand.

Just as he was looking at the broken knife that was faintly stained with blood, a loud roar sounded behind him.

"Fa Ye!"

With no one quite understanding, the Dongjiang unique fire order, was finally dragged out of the mud, and the Hongyi cannon, which was still stained with a lot of mud, once again launched a majestic attack on the battlefield, and the heavy cannon fire sprayed on the slopes of the small mountain castle opposite, even if the breastwork wall piled up of stones was hit by a cannon, it shattered with a bang, and the rubble flew into the ground, and the nearby shogunate samurai screamed and fell down a large piece, and the power of the flying pebbles even surpassed the bullets, and easily pierced into the carcass pills.

It's just that the firepower of the twenty Hongyi cannons doesn't seem to be so sufficient, and it can only cover a small area, eighty three-pounder guns of several hundred catties, and the six-pounder cannons hit a little lighter, but the weakness of insufficient lethality has also been exposed, and the lack of support of the fleet has also been exposed, and the firepower of the Dongjiang Army has really dropped by more than one grade.

After more than 30 minutes of shelling, the barrels of the guns began to turn red and began to stop firing, and during this interval, the various regiments of Dongjiang, which had been waiting for a long time, also launched an attack, holding high the regimental flag, the infantry with bayonets, and the Kumano samurai holding high the katana sword side by side, charging towards the mountains all over the mountains.

However, it was really the world's newspaper, and in the shouting and charging of the Dongjiang army, black helmets and equally black iron cannons appeared from behind the opposite breastwork.

"Death give!"

In the midst of the unpleasant drinking order, three or four thousand iron cannons were sprayed downward one after another.

In the white smoke, the sound of puff puff sounded, and the Dongjiang warriors who were running either broke out on their chests or thighs, and fell down screaming, Mao Jue's subordinates were okay, the cotton armor lined with forged cold armor still had a certain defense against the musket, as long as it was not too unlucky to hit the head, or the gap in the armor, at most there were a few more bruises on the body, and the serious ones were like a hammer smashing, breaking a few bones, but those who could climb the samurai, as well as Maori Sakura's command, were not so lucky, Almost immediately hit the gun, the foot armor of the thick bamboo could not stop the bombardment of the iron cannon.

A while ago, Mao Jue was comfortably bombarding others behind the earthen wall, and in a blink of an eye, it was his turn to suffer this kind of taste again.

But even if it was a heavy number of casualties, the Dongjiang army still killed and injured the small hillside, and the iron cannon warriors who were still anxiously loading the projectiles behind them were cold and dark, and the Dongjiang warriors who jumped over the low wall with a full stomach of grievances, and the bayonets pierced fiercely, and the iron cannons of the Japanese people did not have a melee function, and in the miserable screams, the iron cannon warriors who had just shot fiercely were stabbed to the ground one after another, and some of the angry Dongjiang soldiers were still stabbed with bayonets and bayonets in the other party's screams, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

However, it was only a low wall, and in the intermittent period, the rapid sound of iron cannons sounded from behind the breastwork wall on the upper slope of the hill, followed by a large number of shogunate samurai with spears and swords killed from both ends.

Overhead, the bullets of the muskets intersected with each other, and below, between the two gables, thousands of warriors and Ming soldiers fought fiercely, and the severed heads and stabbed corpses rolled down the mountain.

Even if it is an attack from the back, even if it is an attacker, the casualties of the shogunate army are still much higher than those of the Dongjiang army, and the battlefield scene is just like the Viking island in Western Europe against the Anglo-Saxons.

However, there are too many samurai! Kill one team, and then another team kills, Liaodong athletes are also people, and they will be tired, such a high-intensity fight for more than ten minutes, and the attacking Dongjiang Army also began to decline.

Finally, the roaring retreat sounded, supporting the wounded, behind the musket hall, in the alternate shooting, the Dongjiang army also looked a little embarrassed to withdraw from the mountain, and behind them, those Japanese warriors let out an arrogant roar again.

Such fierce battles and artillery battles were carried out alternately several times, until sunset and dusk, although the position of Xiaozhushan City in front of them was in disarray, but there was still no trace of being breached, and the tired Dongjiang front army had to retreat back to the camp.

This time the battle was a lone attack, in order to pursue speed, it was destined to bring not too many materials, Mao Jue only carried three thousand reserve soldiers who carried food and ammunition, fortunately, as a traverser, he still had more ideas than the generals of the same era, and saving weight was also one of them.

Just these piles of bonfires, with hot water, the hungry Dongjiang soldiers munched on a kind of burnt yellow, somewhat similar to fat.

Tsamba !

This thing is an authentic Tibetan food, a kind of pasta made of flour with butter tea and sugar, which contains both the vitamins of tea, and the high calories brought by ghee, sugar, and flour, it is said that in the fifties and sixties, the border guards in the northwest used this thing as field rations, and a piece of tsamba is enough for a soldier to spend a whole day on the top of the icy and snowy plateau.

Fortunately, thanks to the border market of Houjinkai, a large number of Mongolian goods can also flow into the Dongjiang River, and Mao Jue has enough ghee to make tsamba.

But even so, Su Changmei, the chief logistics officer, was still worried, the soldiers had finished eating, and he took a small group of infantry back to the camp from behind in the dark, and when he saw Mao Jue for the first time, the fat man who had lost a few points shook his head with great difficulty.

"Master General, more than a dozen nearby villages have been searched, but they are all empty villages, and not a single grain of grain has been found!"

The shogunate's preparations for war were really in place, from Echichu to Shinano, to Kawanakajima, half of Shinano walked through, three small feudal domains, dozens of villages were all empty, in order to deal with him, Honda Tadashi Dynasty came to a complete fortified wall, the purpose was to block Mao Jue to death, starve to death.

But even if this fat man is so anxious that the sweat beads on his head are dripping, Mao Jue still has the mind at this time, and he is not doing his job there, he took out a broken katana from the ground at noon, wiped it for half an afternoon in the afternoon, and actually wiped it as bright as new, and asked someone to add a wooden handle, and a shorter rib plug was modified, and this head was still playing with his new toy, and Mao Jue was absent-minded.

"General, the rations carried by the whole army are only enough for fifteen days, and five days have passed, and if we can't find food, I'm afraid our army won't be able to get out of this North Shinano, you have an idea!"

"Don't worry, Ben will have his own plans, and you're tired today, so go down first!"

is still so anxious, but seeing that Mao Jue really didn't take care of herself, after a few turns, Su Changmei had to bow her head and retreat, and went to the logistics to work again.

Difficult this time the Dongjiang Army was also embarrassed, in order to reduce weight, did not bring a tent, even Mao Jue is also an open-air sleeping field, fortunately, camping is commonplace in the training subjects, even if the snow covers the mountains in the cold winter, dig a snow nest to live in the wild, these men have lived, and it is pediatrics here.

The night was getting deeper, and the campfires were gradually extinguished, wrapped in a thin quilt made of cotton, most of the people in the army began to fall asleep, leaning on Adrena's small sedan chair, Mao Jue also began to rest slowly.

But as soon as he fell asleep, a commotion suddenly sounded, and then, Mao Jue was suddenly pushed awake, and in a daze, a short guy who was similar to Tuxingsun was brought to him, and all of a sudden, Mao Jue's sleepiness disappeared, and he stood up suddenly to meet him.

"Inoue meets the general!"

"What's going on!"

…………

Kawanaka Island is separated by a few small hills, and another rather large camp is also set up, much richer than the current Dongjiang army, although the outer samurai still sleep on the ground, the middle of the main formation is blocked out with a cloth curtain like a labyrinthine windbreak, and the Maeda family crest like grass flowers is faintly revealing a hideous under the light of the fire inside.

Mao Jue can fall asleep, Maeda Toshitsune can't sleep, this old devil in his forties looked at the map over and over again excitedly, as long as he marched for the first half of the day, more than 27,000 Maeda troops could be blocked on the back side of Kawanakajima, in front of Honda Tadashi led the 30,000 coalition troops of the Shinano domains, behind him was himself, no matter how he looked, Mao Jue did not have the slightest chance of winning.

A while ago, because of the division of two feudal domains, the Maeda family's territory fell from 1.2 million stone to 1.09 million stone, and if Tang Kou, who had been harassing the Japanese kingdom for two years, was killed, the shogunate would definitely reward new territories, and the land that was divided would probably be doubled back at that time.

Thinking that the Maeda family is shining with glory in his own hands, in the mouth of the retainers, he Maeda Toshitsune can also be compared with the ancestor Maeda Toshi, the current head of the Maeda family, and he can't help but laugh wildly.

(End of chapter)