Zhao Dezhu was ready for Chengren, and he couldn't break through the siege, and the information for help was naturally trapped in this small valley.

Ammunition has become a problem, and the non-stop charge and non-stop increase of troops are always consuming the physical strength, ammunition and lives of the remaining soldiers of the Ming army.

Shrink and shrink, shrink the defense into a broken wall, and only in this way can a reef be formed that can withstand the endless blows of the sea.

As the leader of the coalition army, he naturally won't do anything about charging on the front line. And whether he did it himself or not, all the daimyo he looked at were also protected by him, everyone sat in a row to eat fruits, and then watched several unlucky daimyo family samurai die with the Ming army in the roaring flames.

Consumption is a must, whether it is the consumption of the Ming army or the consumption of those who are not very obedient to the power of the famous people, it is what the guys who have the ability to become the guests of the Sanshoyu Hanzo seat like to see.

The elite ninjas under Sanshoyu Hanzo and the second-rate ninjas under other daimyo scattered out in an organized and disciplined manner on the scale of four squads, sniping at the Ming forces within thirty miles around, and there was no need to worry about a large army suddenly coming.

Moreover, according to the latest intelligence, even if the Ming army has reinforcements, it will only be capped at 30,000, and such strength will not be put in the eyes of Sanshoyu Hanzo, who holds 50,000 or 60,000 elite samurai in his hands.

"Now in the realm of Shikoku, Lao Tzu's fist is the biggest!" Sanshoyu Hanzo took a shallow sip of sake and laughed.

The surrounding daimyo have expressed their agreement, and there are not many times when they can shoot the sycophants of the demigods in the ninja world.

"Yes, Sanjiao Yujun, with your ability, you can definitely drive the ridiculous Ming people into the sea!" A chubby daimyo with a ridiculous melon skin on his head smirked flatteringly.

But he was soon kicked by a strong man next to him and scolded: "Bastard! Guapi-kun's words are simply ridiculous! ”

The strong man's words immediately caused a sigh of embarrassment from the people around him, Guapi Jun's sycophant was already fragrant, but it was interrupted so ruthlessly, this is the biggest insult to Sanshoyu Hanzo!

"Jiro, how dare you insult Hanzo-sama like this?"

The strong man named **Jiro saw that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, and even Sanshoyu Hanzo-sama cast an unhappy look.

"Haha, how can Lord Hanzo just drive the ridiculous Ming people into the sea?" Kameda Jiro laughed and said: "Under the leadership of Lord Hanzo, we will definitely be able to leave these daring guys here forever, and then go to the Korean Peninsula and fight the Ming Dynasty, and then Lord Hanzo will be the Guan Bai of the whole world!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the garbage present immediately shouted, slapped the table and beat their chests, frantically venting their inner excitement and longing. Kameda Jiro's sycophant shot was so fragrant, so sweet that almost all of them immediately indulged in such a great dream and couldn't extricate themselves.

"What about the Ming army under the mountain?" Someone asked the question.

Sanshoyu Hanzo said with a confident smile: "Naturally, let's see their stamina and see their ability, and then destroy it after a thorough analysis!" After all, this is the first step to fulfill Kameda-kun's dream! ”

Zhao Dezhu cut off the head of a Japanese slave who rushed up with a knife, and the dripping blood splashed on him, and the fishy smell made him nauseous. This is the third time he has personally gone into battle, and the edge of the sixty or seventy pound big knife has been cut a lot, and sometimes it is completely by the huge weight that he can barely cut off the head of the Japanese slave.

The body is tired, and the whole body aches. After Zhao Dezhu cut down a Japanese slave to the ground, he suddenly envied the dead Japanese slave, and if possible, he also wanted to lie on the ground and sleep hard. Even if you don't wake up again, you don't complain.

"Liu San, how many brothers do we have?" After Zhao Dezhu dragged the big knife back to the fortress, he asked his subordinates loudly.

But no one answered, and everyone looked at Zhao Dezhu in silence. Zhao Dezhu shouted three times in succession, but still no one answered this question.

It wasn't until the end, when he saw that the guerrilla general was on the verge of anger, that a young Ming soldier choked up and whispered: "General, a thousand households...... Qianhu, he has already died in battle! ”

Zhao Dezhu was silent for three seconds, and suddenly let out a roar. His eyes suddenly turned red, Liu San was the most powerful subordinate among his thousands of households, but he had always been a brother in his heart.

"We survived under the sword of the Tatars, and the rebels of Korea failed to encircle and suppress us, so what happened to us, but why did we die in this place?"

Zhao Dezhu's muscles were shaking wildly.

"How many brothers do we have?" Zhao Dezhu asked in a deep voice.

The results were quickly counted, one thousand one hundred and sixty-two, and the team of more than three thousand people at the time of the expedition had lost most of it at this time. Although the number of Japanese slaves they slaughtered was already more than five or six times their losses, the anger still spread among the Ming soldiers, burning, and finally out of control.

"Fetch my war horse!" Zhao Dezhu shouted. He is just a brave general, and he only has the concept of revenge in his heart, and how to lead the army into battle is not the direction of his main thinking.

"The general wants to charge the battle alone?" Immediately, a soldier answered.

The question was asked, but no one objected. Even the soldiers brought all the war horses over, with an expression of asking to go to war, silence was the greatest insistence.

Zhao Dezhu's eyes became bright, and he roared: "Three hundred, this general only needs three hundred!" ”

Immediately, five or six hundred people scrambled to get on their horses. But the chaotic situation was quickly interrupted by Zhao Dezhu: "If you have the ability, this time you will fight for the last dignity, fight for the brothers who died in battle, at least five Japanese slave heads per person, and those who think they can't take it don't embarrass General Ben!" ”

After some pushing, three hundred strong men with superb sword skills and horsemanship successfully rode on the war horse, although the armor on their bodies was cut with axes and knives, but it became more and more hideous, and the blood was more and more vigorous.

Zhao Dezhu glanced at the soldiers full of war spirit with satisfaction, the pride in his heart could not be described in words, and he even felt tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, warm as blood, burning with indescribable anger and frenzied revenge.

"The rest of the brothers stick to their own formation, no matter what, they must hold out until the general leads the army to come, I believe that the general will definitely come!" Zhao Dezhu finally instructed.

He and the three hundred men were ready to go back forever. What gentleman is not too late to take revenge for ten years? It's all fucking bullshit, and the Ming soldiers only pay attention to the present world.

You give me a sword, Lao Tzu's backhand is a knife, never hesitate, never ambiguous.

"Ming soldiers, fight to the death!" (To be continued.) )