It's really spectacular, directly to break through in the middle, countless samurai with spears, like the Qin army of the Warring States of the fierce killing, on both sides, the cold light of the katana shaking is also like the waves of the sea, Fukuoka Domain, Hesa Domain are 300,000 stone to 500,000 stone of the big domain, the battle of the barrel narrow Imagawa Yoshimoto can gather 25,000 troops, they plus a piece of 35,000 soldiers and horses is not a problem, even if there is no whole territory mobilized to the lame mute, 20,000 people are about the same.

And every samurai is full of desire for military merit in his eyes, starting from the first Kamakura shogunate, the relationship between the samurai family and the guardian shogunate is to exchange military merit for Ishigao, now although the world is peaceful, but the samurai's life is sad, the middle and upper samurai are okay, they have their own fiefdom, to a certain extent, they are also equivalent to a small daimyo, but the inferior samurai are getting poorer and poorer, and the samurai can not do business and cultivate the fields, it is said that some samurai have only one big stone in addition to a knife and a gun.

When you were hungry, you would press stones on your stomach to stop your hunger, and in winter, when it was cold, you would carry stones back and forth to keep warm, and at the end of the Tokugawa shogunate, so many samurai rose up in response to the emperor's call, which was not without this effect.

In short, it was such a group of guys who were so excited that their eyes were red, their mouths were open, and their little tongues were about to burst out of their throats, and they came with a knife in a menacing manner, and rushed to the front of the trench with the appearance of wanting to chop off Mao Jue's dog head.

Then they died in large numbers.

You don't need to aim, just raise the gun from behind the sack and just shoot, although the power is smaller, a regiment of ten tiger squat cannons, seventy tiger squat cannons are also spitting poisonous fire together, large and small thousands of projectiles smashed into the dense crowd, and immediately these devils just fell down a big trip, it is really like an anti-Japanese drama.

In fact, they don't blame them, the last Wanli Korean War was fought too smoothly, although the Li Dynasty army had a musket, but the lethality and accuracy were much worse than the iron cannons of the Japanese people, so that these descendants of the old samurai who had followed Toyotomi Hideyoshi did not take the Korean soldiers in front of them in their eyes at all.

And then they were tragic.

Although he was wearing a big armor, he was exactly the same as the ghost soldiers on TV, with blood spraying on his face, looking at the front in disbelief, and then throwing his weapon, wah, wah, wah, and turned his head and ran.

This shot killed and wounded hundreds of samurai, and the first round of attacks ended in three minutes from the charge to the end.

Cautiously maintained a distance of 500 meters, and did not dare to attack again, the two feudal armies who originally planned to enter Nagasaki for the night obediently set up their own formation in the same place, that is, they used white cloth and bamboo poles to support the maze like a step wall, and hid the troops in it.

It's really called bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and when it hurts, you know to let go, and set up a big camp, and at about three o'clock in the afternoon, more than a dozen Japanese horseback warriors with the kind of red balls like tumors on their backs are surrounded by a general Qiben who is wearing a southern barbarian carcass and a double-horned helmet on his head.

The equipment of this group of people is indeed eye-catching, but what really attracted Mao Jue's attention was the thing in the hand of General Qiben, with a head like a crescent shovel on the top, and a big wooden gourd underneath, which was also painted golden.

Walking to the door in the middle of the trench, the Japanese general shouted a Japanese language.

"General, he said that he wanted to meet General Li Chao and negotiate!"

"Let's talk about wool and let him get out!"

The gaze was taken back from that strange thing, Mao Jue shook his head impatiently, there was nothing to talk about, the Japanese side was nothing more than to let him withdraw from the army, maybe he could lose some silver, but this thing was far from satisfying Mao Jue's appetite, what he wanted was the wealth of the entire Nagasaki City, so why bother with this little tongue?

On the wall, a Japanese sword was thrown down and thrown at the feet of the general Qimoto, everyone was a warrior, some things crossed languages, holding that thing, with the cavalry with the tumor on his back, the general snorted coldly and returned to the camp.

That night, the Japanese army did not attack again, but Mao Jue's trench town was busy, and the trench from north to south was still 300 meters to the sea, but this section obviously had no chance to continue digging, and more than 1,000 Japanese were driven to seal this hole from the inside overnight.

This time he didn't make a fuss with Wen Meng, after all, he had to continue the battle tomorrow, he went back to sleep early, but Su Changmei, who had laughed at him for several days, was unlucky, and was sent there to supervise the work, looking at the Japanese people who were busy digging below, Mao Jue suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at an old man, turned his head and shouted to the guards beside him.

"Bring that guy in!"

"Obey the order!"

Walking quickly down the stairs lined with shovels in the sand, the two guards plunged into the crowd, and after a while, the old man under Mao Jue's finger was carried in front of Mao Jue.

No wonder today Wen Meng will disdainfully call that group of dwarves, the Japanese people in this era are indeed short, more than 10,000 people, one meter five are considered tall, one meter six is a giant, and the old man in front of him hooked a little more, only a little more than one meter three.

Even during the perennial war years, Wen Mengdu was almost 1.9 meters, at least about 1.85 meters, as for Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming was a standard eight-foot man, but Mao Jue himself was a little short, only in his early 1.7 meters, originally it seemed that these muscular men were like watching giants every day, and they were about to lose his self-confidence, and now standing in front of the Japanese people, Mao Jue's self-confidence came back a lot.

Standing tall and tall, Mao Jue asked arrogantly.

"This is a Japanese general, he is carrying something like a crescent shovel in his hand, and there is a big gourd underneath, that thing is not a weapon, in your Japanese country, what is that thing?"

Mao Jue's words were enough, which made Adriana roll his eyes, and then he stumbled to translate it in Japanese, and the old man of the Japanese country also spat at the mouth, and it took a long time to compare his hands and ramble for a long time.

"Shogun, he said, that thing is called a horse seal, and it is a token representing the lord general's daimyo, and the curved crescent moon horse seal belongs to Kuroda-sama of the Fukushima domain."

"It's all big and small gourds, which one? Maori's? ”

This thing reminded Mao Jue of the thing copied in the basement of the trio's house, a large pile of gourds made of pure gold were inserted together, and they couldn't forget it.

Although this old man is not a samurai, at least he should have done it lightly, otherwise it is impossible for the old man to have two scars on his face, listening to Adriana s translator The old guy really lowered his head and thought for a while, and then he spoke out again.

"Shogun, there are many adults who use gourds to make horse prints, Yamana, Isshiki, Tsutsui, and Matsunaga have all used gourds to make horse prints, but the Maori family uses double-horned helmets to make horse prints, not gourds!"

This made Mao Jue a little depressed, if not, then with Chiyohime, Kunimatsumaru's plan to establish a relationship with the Maori family would be in vain. The value of other daimyo families will be much lower than that of the Maori family.

But just when Mao Jue was depressed, he lowered his head and thought about it, and the old man opened his mouth to say a few words again, and Adriana changed color slightly.

"General, he said, the people of the world, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, also use a thousand gourd horse seals."

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One night, time, the last beginning was also sealed, and there was indeed a passage to communicate with Nagasaki City, but Mao Jue arranged two Xiongjin mercenary group posts here, as well as two artillery mounts Hongyi cannons, if you are not afraid of death, you can pass here.

On this night, the Japanese people on both sides were also quite honest, and the samurai of Nagasaki Castle were just watching from the top of the mountain castle, and the reinforcements who had traveled long distances and ran over seemed to be tired, and they did not launch any night attacks or anything like that.

But early the next morning, Mao Jue was still in a daze in the Chinese army, and a hurried military horn came unexpectedly, shaking him so much that he almost didn't lie under the table.

This Japanese people got up early enough, it is only about six o'clock in the morning, the Ming army is still eating, the Japanese army has already gone out of the battle, this time than yesterday's wave of the knife, tens of thousands of people swarmed up to grab a lot of obviously a lot more stable, buzzing military trumpet, the front of the ashigaru carried a bamboo bundle to block the front of the army, Hessensen's military formation pressed over like a huge square, the front row of samurai all wore a grimace mask, behind the hideous wooden face revealed a pair of eyes full of murderous aura, chilling.

One hundred and fifty meters closer to the trench, the samurai army stopped, and in the sound of a bang, some of the Japanese warriors ran in front of them holding a small bamboo bundle one size and one person high, which made the Japanese army at this time distinguish some differences from the ancient samurai, followed by this small bamboo bundle, are five samurai with iron cannons.

Before Mao Jue could react, more than a thousand bamboo bundles had been arranged at the bottom of the trench like a fish scale array, and the nearest one was directly shot at the top of the trench at about ninety meters, and a rapid projectile scraped against Mao Jue's ears.

In the Wanli Korean War, the muskets of the Japanese were better than the Ming birds, and this round really hit the Ming army in a panic, rubbing their eyes and hurriedly climbing the wall.

The advantage of the Ming army's firearms was undoubtedly revealed here, the crosshair door worn on the wall made the accuracy much higher, and the sharp bullet penetration was also stronger than the round bullet of the Japanese people, in the fierce gunfight, the moving bamboo bundle often burst open, two or three bamboos stacked together were shattered together, and the Japanese iron gunners hiding behind had a big hole in their heads and fell to the ground.

But even so, the firepower of the Ming army was really suppressed a lot, and the Japanese iron gunners who were advancing like a fish-scale array gradually suppressed to the bottom of the trench.

With a bang, a Ming soldier who shot from the side of the chest wall trembled suddenly, and a blood hole spurted straight out of his back, and the man of one hundred and ten catties was beaten down the wall fiercely and fell into a pool of blood, and the two logistics orderlies hurriedly carried him to the stretcher and carried him to the shed behind.

The corners of Mao Jue's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he didn't continue to stay at the front line, he walked back quickly.

There was a ping-pong game at the front, and the second day of the war, there was still a group of soldiers in the rear team yawning leisurely.

"Boss, when do you say the general will let us make a move?"

Yawning boredly, holding on to the armrest of the cannon's upper handlebar, an artilleryman asked in a daze.

"Where do I know where to go?"

A hand that was smaller than the military man was pointing to the wall with a thumb up, squinting at one eye, Xiao Chunzi said angrily without looking back.

"We're being treated as killers! When the general needs it most, he will naturally make a move, and if he has that time to complain, it is better to adjust his state well, and don't be embarrassed at the critical moment!"

"Got it, boss!"

The creep immediately drooped his head listlessly.

"By the way, after the battle, let's go to the beach and take a bath!"

"No, no."

Xiao Chunzi refused without even thinking about opening his mouth, but this actually aroused the interest of a group of little rabbit cubs, who carried cannonballs, carried gunpowder, and a dozen or so soldiers who did not go to the city shouted one after another.

"Head, you've never made out with your brothers!"

"That's it, boss, you don't have any hidden diseases, do you?"

"Shut up!"

After all, the deputy whistle still has official authority, even if Xiao Chunzi is usually very kind, when he is so angry, those boys don't dare to speak.

"Sun Chun!"

At this time, Xiao Chunzi just turned around, and then pointed to the earthen wall with his thumb pen, and a shout sounded behind him again, and he turned around sharply with a straight face.

"I said you shouldn't mention this again...... general!"

was also stunned by this sound, but there was a loud gunfire in front of him, and Mao Jue couldn't care about it, so he waved his hand outward.

"Within a hundred meters of the city wall, can a shrapnel hit?"

"So close?"

A little ruddy was suppressed, and Koharuko exclaimed in surprise, regardless of him, the rest of the artillerymen also stared in shock.

The Hongyi cannon can hit up to three kilometers away, but at such a close range, it has never been hit!

"Can't hit?"

Mao Jue's face immediately became gloomy, and under a spirit, Sun Chun immediately turned his right fist to his chest.

"It's hit!"

(End of chapter)