There is always a sense of the other way around.

Leave a Hengtong Bridge to connect Tsukushima, this end, Honda Tadashi is like the police in the movie, the good guys and the bad guys have been shooting for a long time, he is late, after his troops arrived yesterday, he can only help put out the fire for a long time, clean up the corpse, there is no time to sleep at night, wear armor and open to surround again, his father is known as the Japanese Zhang Fei, at this time he is also a black face and Zhang Fei like, the family heirloom dragonfly cut of the family heirloom of the family has been taken out by him, standing on the opposite side of the Hengtong Bridge angry wow wow scream.

Tens of thousands of well-equipped shogunate warriors also lined up in a strict formation on the opposite bank, shouting and shouting to kill, and dozens of large barrels with small calibers were also pushed to the front, and that appearance became the shogunate army was a sieger.

On the other side, on the other side of the Hengtong Bridge, although the captured local residents were reluctant, but under the threat of their heads, those little dwarfs wearing long robes, shaved half-bald heads or with forward buns, in short, dressed ridiculously with tools, under the custody of the Dongjiang army, dug up soil by the river, one by one sandbags filled with sand and soil had built a low wall of fifty or sixty meters, sitting behind the low wall, those Dongjiang soldiers smoked cigarettes, and looked out from time to time.

The deck of the bridge was also blocked by the removal of wooden door frames, and was made into a rudimentary fence on which Dongjiang soldiers with flintlock pistols paced back and forth.

Originally, the Dongjiang side that came to attack the city was violent, but now it has become the defender, which makes Qingshan Xingyuki a little awkward

What's even more awkward is still to come, what is a wave of fat, three years without opening, three years of opening and eating, this road has traveled thousands of miles, breaking through the city three or four, in addition to gunpowder, even gold and silver, Mao Jue ordered to abandon, this is not a game, gold and silver do not account for weight, thousands of miles of travel, food is more important than gold.

But when he arrived in Edo, he could let go, and crossed the defensive line, and the other side was sorting out the wealth looted from the night attack on Edo Castle last night, and Su Changmei, who had negotiated with him for several days, was pulling the abacus there, and there were soldiers behind him who kept packing the wealth and silk in order.

Boxes of cloth, medicinal herbs, mercury, agate, precious stones, gold and silver.

All the seizures are attributed, this year to implement, it is not realistic, the soldiers are fighting desperately, for what, but Mao Jue is paid for the equipment, he also has to have income, and if there is no soldier carrying a big and heavy burden, the battle will not be able to fight, so this is also one of the rules of the Dongjiang River, measure the weight before the expedition, and measure it again before returning to the Dongjiang River to get on the boat, you can carry more than ten catties of weight after the expedition, exceeded, then take the money to buy the weight, ten taels of silver a catty.

In addition, you can also get meritorious rewards for seizing and handing in, a combination of rewards and punishments, and after each battle, these Dongjiang soldiers are also willing to hand over things.

It is arrogant enough to clean up the dirt in front of the owner, but in these years, the ancestors of those so-called gentlemen in Europe are still barbarians, occupying the New World, and are frantically killing native Indians, in the era when there is no international order, the fist is the last word! Even if Aoyama Yukinari looked at the old mouth and twitched to the side, as if he was about to have a stroke, he couldn't do anything.

However, some details were also seen by this experienced old guy during this walk, Dongtou, an old soldier in his thirties who had just finished handing in habitually sorted out the package, and in the sound of a bang, the arrow-like sharp conical bullet was poured out by him, and the military secret of the Dongjiang Aoyama Yukinari paid attention to every time, the difference in the lethality of the bullets between the two armies had not yet been discovered by the Japanese people, but as the veteran counted one by one, the old guy also followed and counted silently in his heart.

Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one!

At this point, the soldier grabbed the bullet and stuffed it back into the bullet bag, which was obviously deflated though it was heavy.

Looking away from here, his realization shifted to the other end, another Dongjiang soldier in his twenties sat on the ground and wiped his gun, his left hand was twisted on the muzzle, and he pulled out the half-meter-long bayonet very hard, he should be a brave man, he should have killed more than one samurai last night, and the sticky blood stained the sleeve.

But he pulled out the bayonet, but he casually threw the military thorn that had been bent and even broken on the ground, and then took out a slip pocket from the backpack, the slip pocket had a dense strap on it, it is estimated that at least five military thorns were fixed before, but now there is only one left, tearing off the oil paper wrapped outside, and the sergeant pinned the military thorn to his waist.

If it is in the Dongjiang River, it can still be cleaned up and returned to the furnace, but this is a battlefield, and every catty of carrying is precious, and no one cares about these wastes of little value.

Here next to the military supply, over there, there is also a queue to receive gunpowder, in the huge powder keg, the sergeant in charge of distribution has already poked half of his body in, only to get the gunpowder, and then carefully distributed, not daring to leak at all, the green box should be a cannonball, in the eyes of Aoyama Yukinari, the first layer is also empty.

Just when the old man sitting in the sedan chair wanted to look at it twice, a pleasant but stiff Japanese voice had to pull his attention back.

"Lord Qingshan, my general is already waiting for you in the Chinese army."

Aoyama Yukinari was a little surprised, these days he was received by the remnants of the Toyotomi family, the little girl of the Maori branch, but today, it was a red-haired Western woman, especially behind this woman's warm smile, the shrewdness revealed made him faintly vigilant.

"So, Mrs. Lao is leading the way!"

Tilting his head slightly, Aoyama Yukinari replied politely.

This time Mao Jue is also a shotgun change, when he came to attack lightly, the Chinese army tent that was pretended to be used did not bring, but last night the bowl was full of overflowing, this colorful tent he set three, and he did not dislike the heat, there were a few vulgar screens inside, the paintings on them were full of scenery flowers and birds, and the stupid girl Mao Li Sakura who quarreled with him a few days ago on the tatami mat seemed to be depressed, sitting in the back with a knife plate, still not used to kneeling, Mao Jue made a small horse and sat on the edge of the table, as if careful, is fiddling with a bowl of tea with a spoon, and on the other end, there is a rather beautiful Mingren woman, holding a tray and laughing with a weak heart.

"Oh? Lord Aoyama is here, please, Le'er, pour tea!"

Holding the teapot on the tray with his hand, Miss Ming was brisk and happy to fill him with a cup of tea, unlike Mao Jue, he Qingshan Xingcheng is not afraid of poisoning, and Mao Jue has no reason to poison him, he does not doubt him, he picked up the teacup politely, and immediately took a sip, but in the expectant eyes of Miss Ming, the next second, Qingshan Laozhong's mouth twitched violently.

The tea is green tea powder, and ginger salt is added in the way of Tang tea, but the one who makes the tea is a chick, no, saying that she is a chick will lift her up, it's a tea art idiot! Not to mention the paste, the ginger salt was all put in too much, and he almost choked the old guy to death in one mouthful, for the sake of etiquette, he swallowed this sip of tea after forbearance.

Staring at him all the time, Mao Jue was simply palpitating, his lips touched the edge of the cup, and he put the teacup down.

"The tea is good, Le'er, keep up the good work, you can taste it too, go down first!"

"Yes, officer!"

agreed, Yu Leer happily took the teapot and walked out of the tent.

A few days ago, Mao Jue's impression of Qingshan Xingcheng was actually not good, rude, rude, sluggish, greedy, almost all the shortcomings of the generals, he showed it, even if he was pretending, as the lord, it was still too incredible to fall asleep at the negotiation table, but this time, first he gave himself a dismount, and then he was full of energy, looking at himself calmly, but it made Qingshan Xingcheng have an unfathomable feeling.

There was silence for a second or two before Mao Jue took the lead in speaking.

"What proposal did Lord Qingshan bring today, 120,000 stone of grain, 19,000 taels of gold?"

This is obviously a joke about the gold pile of one or two a few days ago, the stingy appearance, but this joke did not achieve the effect that Mao Jue wanted, the old guy in Qingshan was like a wooden man who couldn't laugh, and even the old face was more serious.

"No, General Mao, the shogunate will not produce a single stone of grain, and the general must hand over the remnants of the Toyotomi family and compensate the shogunate with 500,000 stone of grain and 50,000 taels of gold! And promise never to disturb the shogunate again in the future!"

"Old fellow, you fart!"

With a bang, the knife was half unsheathed, and the bitter and hateful Maori Sakura roared angrily, even Mao Jue, after listening to Adriana's whispered translation, his smile couldn't help but fade, although he stretched out his hand and waved Maori Sakura away, but he still snorted with a cold face.

"Aoyama-sama, this joke isn't funny at all."

"Your Excellency Mao, the old man is not joking at all, if your Excellency wants to take your subordinates back to Daming alive, then please do what the old man says!"

"No way, even if all of them die here, we won't agree to you on one condition!"

was full of anger again, her angry little face turned red, holding the handle of the knife, Mao Li Sakura roared angrily, but again, Mao Jue reached out to stop her, and her face also sank.

Without saying a word, this Qingshan Xingcheng sat on the opposite side silently.

Indeed, the Dongjiang Army was violent, its combat effectiveness was amazing, and it defeated the shogunate again yesterday, but yesterday was different from today, more than 50,000 troops of the pro-clan Pudai and foreign daimyo supported Edo, plus the shogun Qimoto, the Tokugawa samurai, there were already 80,000 people, Mao Jue didn't want to break Edo Castle again, on the contrary, strategically, don't look at him occupying Tsukushima, but in the heart of the shogunate, surrounded by the large army.

It can be seen from today's situation that the offensive and defensive trends are different!

The eyes of the two exchanged like sparks for a few seconds, and Mao Jue's face actually showed a smile again.

"Lord Qingshan, please come with Mao, Mao asks you to see something."

(End of chapter)