Tsukahara Moryū, dressed in military uniform, galloped on a narrow country dirt road, and behind him were eighteen people including Inukai Yoshio, Zhou Dashuai, Ueizumi Hideyin, and Sasaki Nagahide, except for Zhou Dashuai's complicated complexion, the others all showed a look of death. Recalling last night's arrangement, Inukai Yoshio and the others looked at Tsukahara Molong's eyes with a little heat: Perhaps, this battle can really be successful! But whether it succeeds or not, this battle of myself and others will surely be remembered in the annals of history.

"I'm going to enter the battlefield any further, everyone is here to rest for a while, don't wait for a while and don't have the strength to swing the knife, don't blame me when the time comes!" Saying that, Tsukahara Moryu reined in his war horse under the cherry blossom tree and motioned for everyone to stop.

"Huhuhu......" Everyone galloped on horseback, and the road was bumpy, so whether it was a man or a horse, the physical exertion was quite large.

Tsukahara Molong almost scratched his clothes when he got off the horse, without him, this time Tsukahara Molong surrounded a hook around the side of the war horse, although it was sharp, but it was still a little hindered from getting off the horse.

"What the hell are those hooks for?" Nagahide Sasaki couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's a head." Tsukahara Moryū laughed rudely, "Under this battle, I can take the heads of a hundred people alone, but only a famous samurai is qualified to enter the hook, like this hook on the chest, which is specially hung on the head of the Hojo clan!" ”

"Hahaha!" Seeing that Tsukahara Molong was so confident, everyone also laughed. At this moment, a group of nineteen people were all young people with strong blood, most of them didn't even have their beards furrowed, but the fierce killing intent on their bodies made the birds in the air dare not approach.

Taking off the sake sac on the horse, Tsukahara Moryū took off his head pocket and poured a full bag, and at this moment, a strong wind blew, and the cherry blossoms flew, and even the head pocket fell a lot, and everyone seemed to be in the cherry blossom rain.

"Floating life is like a dream with the breeze, and the cherry blossom sword qi reflects the wine cup. Who will not be destroyed throughout the ages, only a sword will be left to wash the sky! Tsukahara remembered that in these days, the Japanese used to chant a poem before dying, and as a farewell poem, he couldn't help but say a poem. But only he will be so casual, the Japanese attach great importance to the poetry of the past, after all, it is something that can be left after their death, and some have written the poem a long time ago, and after hanging up, someone will naturally pass on the poem.

"Han poems?" Tsukahara Moryū casually said a poem, but it made Inukai Yoshio and others "shock", at that time, Chinese was only qualified to be learned in Japan, and writing poetry in Chinese was also played by people like Kohata Kenshige who had always been able to receive orthodox education and were quite good at literature. But looking at Tsukahara Molong's casual appearance, he was suddenly surprised by Inukai Yoshio, who had always thought he was a big old man. Eight Ge Yalu, he can't do it, and he originally thought that he could despise each other culturally, but now it's okay, and he is a turtle after making trouble for a long time.

"Hehehe......" Zhou Dashuai couldn't hold back a smile, can this be considered poetry? Tie one up casually in Mingguo, vomit no, you can blow him up if you invite a showman to come, but after all, it is a serious occasion, and you still have to give some face. However, after Tsukahara Moryū drank a sip of the head pocket, he gave the head pocket to the next person, and he pulled out his sword, came to a boulder, and began to carve words, which had the meaning of leaving historical relics. Zhou Dashuai hurriedly leaned over and took a look, "Sakura Samurai? ”

"Uh-huh, how's that? Forget it, you rough man definitely don't know how to appreciate the beauty of poetry. "Tsukahara Molong suddenly found that this product is an authentic Ming product, and the literati of the Ming Dynasty like to play these the most, in case this product says something, he won't be able to get off the stage, so he simply chokes him to death. Ignoring Zhou Dashuai, everyone who had drunk cherry blossom wine also came around, they were born in a samurai family, they knew a little Chinese, more than a dozen people read this poem together, and suddenly felt that this is it, Lao Tzu's death poem is this, no one should rob the master!

"What are you thinking about!" Seeing that everyone was a little confused, Tsukahara Molong stopped, and then said with a smile: "Many literati and writers in the Ming Kingdom like to compose poems, and Lu You wrote more than 9,000 poems in the past. How many people have to die here? ”

Hearing Tsukahara Molong's explanation, everyone was also a little embarrassed, but their hearts were more yearning for Daming, obediently, we can only get a poem when we die, and people writing poems are the same as drinking water, which is worthy of being the kingdom of the Heavenly Empire.

"If there is chaos today, Hojo is based on Kamakura and does not obey, attacking the ruler and committing chaos, it is like casting a dark veil on the world, and the ambition of my Molong's life is to turn into a knife, tear open this night, and return the world to a peaceful paradise. Therefore, this poem is a clear ambition, not a posthumous poem! Everyone, live to see that day! Tsukahara Moryū looked at these comrades-in-arms who got along with him day and night one by one, but his voice suddenly choked up. Although Tsukahara Molong has gone all out this time, no one dares to guarantee success until the results come out.

As night fell, the Hojo Army camp was brightly lit, and the tents of the other forces were a little lifeless, and even Ashigaru was a little absent-minded. The samurai of the Utsunomiya family, the Satake family, the Yuki family, and the Oda family have long been dissatisfied with the Hojo family's monopoly on the Kanto region, and they are gearing up to fight to the death with the Hojo family. Although he was unwilling, the way of troubled times had not yet taken root in the hearts of the people, so most samurai believed that the shogun was still the head of the samurai, and since Hojo Yasu gave orders in the name of Furukawa Gongbo, he had to listen to them.

The thoughts of the Kwantung samurai, Hojo Shiyasu naturally knew very well, so he often invited the governors of various families to participate in banquets, nominally to contact feelings and discuss the major matters of sending troops, but in fact, he hijacked these people to prevent them from sneaking up on him at night. It was precisely after learning of this that Tsukahara Moryū dared to lead eighteen horsemen to the camp of the Hojo family.

The only chance of victory in this battle was the separation of the Kanto Gunio and the Hojo clan, which did not belong to each other, causing great confusion in command.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the world is right in front of us!" Saying that, Tsukahara Molong clamped the horse's belly and rushed towards the Hojo family camp like a sharp arrow, followed by eighteen horsemen, at this time Zhou Dashuai took a deep breath and showed a crazy look in his eyes: Riding a horse! Lao Tzu will accompany you crazy once!

Ashigaru, who was in charge of the garrison, thought that the lord was coming back, so he hurriedly moved the horse fence away and waited respectfully aside. But he heard the sound of hooves like thunder, and saw more than ten horsemen swept in like a wind, and the samurai, who sensed that something was wrong, immediately put his hand on the hilt of the sword, but his mind turned, this is the barracks of 38,000 troops? If there was any accident, he didn't drink and ordered Ashigaru to move the horse fence back. Wait until more than ten horses approach, only to find that people are like tigers, horses are like dragons, all of them are wearing heavy armor, murderous, although there are not many people, but the prestige is like thousands of horses.

The eyes of the samurai in charge of guarding the "enemy ......" shrank suddenly, and then he drew his sword out of its sheath and tried to shout the alarm with all his might, but an arrow broke through the air and pierced his throat and nailed him to the doorpost. The warrior struggled violently for a few moments, and then died in agony as blood poured into his lungs. The other ashigaru was frightened and stupid, and he didn't react, Tsukahara Moryū led eighteen riders to take up and fall with their swords, easily killed them, and went straight to the camp.