Nearly a thousand years have passed since the political center of Japan moved to Kyoto, and even the old and magnificent buildings have maintained a dignity that has always been associated with the "flowers of tomorrow".

The real momentum cannot be sustained by false prosperity, just as there are so many noble friends and friends. After all, you still have to go, and this is not a place for those people to exert their energy.

Hundreds of daimyo in the world are gone, and so is the shogun Shishikiyo, and now I will leave as a sign of the end of this feast.

If I had gone straight back to Oroyashi Castle, I might have left the day before yesterday, but since I had promised someone else, I would have to go to Kyoto. The envoy of the imperial court, Kujo Kaneaki, arrived yesterday, and the shogunate also sent Nagashu Masaie, Spo Yoshito, Ishida Mitsunari, Senishi Hidehisa and others.

The number of 1,000 or so guards I usually have has exceeded 2,000 because of the addition of these men, and the Tokugawa father and son, Ikeda Tsuneko, and others who entered Beijing with me also have a considerable number of guards.

It is a question worth considering who is more noble than the imperial family and the Fujiwara clan, and the samurai daimyo who served as shoguns and guardians. Although a complex set of etiquette makes most people's minds confused, judging from the majestic queue alone, those nobles in Kyoto can only envy it.

Nagasaka Tadashi wore the most ornate armor and rode on a tall white horse of the Oshu species, looking extremely powerful surrounded by flags. In his memory, he has never been so glorious, maybe this is what the world-famous Three Rivers samurai should look like.

If it weren't for the warriors of the Star Family who followed not far behind him, then everything could be said to be perfect, their armor and banner battles actually far exceeded this side, and many Tokugawa samurai around him felt resentful about this, but at the moment it was difficult for him to focus his attention on these things.

Nagasaka Tadashi felt very strange, why was he so calm? Peeked behind me. The warriors in the Stars Queue are still so arrogant, or so stupid. "Maybe this is the will of God, and the direction of history will change again!" Thinking of this, his heart seemed to be more stable.

"With my death alone, I can exchange it for the Tokugawa family's chance to dominate the world again!" Nagasaka's hand tightened the scabbard at his waist.

Suddenly, his gaze swept to a flag-wielding warrior not far behind him, and there was nothing unusual about him except his taller stature, like a rock thrown into a pile of rocks by the sea, and no one could see anything unusual. This is Kiyomasa Kato, and even an acquaintance of the year may not recognize it.

Yesterday at nightfall. Nagasaka Tadashi quietly inserted three people, including Kato Kiyomasa, into his queue arrangement. Because of the extravagant arrangement of ceremonies, the personnel changes are very large, and they really do not attract the attention of others.

"With just a few of you, can you really kill the Zhuxing Qing Clan?" Last night, Nagasaka Tadashi asked worriedly.

"We are more cautious about this issue than you, because what we have paid in the past ten years is not as simple as our lives!" That's exactly how Kiyoshi Kato replied.

"Maybe I need to be relieved not to worry at this moment, because the Tokugawa family will be revived again because of me!" Retracting his gaze, Nagasaka Tadashi sat down on his horse again, and said this to himself in his heart.

Once the capital of the whole country, Nara is now in decline, and these two factors are intertwined. As a result, the roads are wide but not lively. Right now, the team, which totals nearly 3,000 people, is walking on the road without any interference. The likelihood of danger is almost negligible.

"There's Tsuruhashi ahead!" Nagasaka Tadashi looked at the wooden bridge two hundred zhang away and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Neither Kuroda nor Kato revealed their specific plans, and Nagasaka himself considered it very necessary. However, he also has his own mind, and with a little word, he is sure that the location will be Tsuruhashi.

"Hey, Nagasaka-sama!" Just as he was contemplating what might happen at any moment, a samurai dressed about his age rode up from the front.

"What's the matter, Lord Shimizu!" Nagasaka Tadashi asked with a smile as he took the war horse, trying to make his expression as natural as possible.

"It's not far from the Crane Bridge in front of you to get out of the city, and the lord let the loose formation get as far away as possible from the guys behind!" As he spoke, the new samurai pouted disdainfully at the back.

This new samurai is called Shimizu Tadashige, and he is a partner of Nagasaka Tadashi who grew up together. He is now the captain of Tadamasa's saloon, and has almost the same philosophy as Nagasaka Tadasho.

"Although it is a loss of face, it is also necessary to lose as little as possible!" Nagasaka winked at him in understanding.

"Although I have to do something as a last resort. But the heart of the Samurai of Mikawa will never change!" Qing Shui Zhongzhong also nodded, glanced at the soldiers in the queue and didn't seem to stop at all, and then returned to the front with the horse's head.

Looking at the back of the person who left the ground, Nagasaka Tadashi suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sour. These companions are trustworthy and even entrusted with their lives, but it is precisely because of this that he cannot say anything.

No matter how far the road is, it will come to an end, not to mention that it is only two hundred feet. Soon the team was on the wooden bridge, and the creaking of the shelves supporting the deck was accompanied by the flow of water. "It's old, but it's strong!" This is the conclusion that Tadashi Nagasaka came to when he walked on it.

It is not wise to stay, even if there are doubts in the heart. Honda Tadasabu, who was the last team of Tokugawa, quickly passed through Tsuruhashi and walked forward without any problems. Then there was the cavalry of the Zhuxing Qing Guard, whose outfit was only afraid that the wooden bridge would bear a greater burden.

There were still no people on either side of the road, and the gentle wind blew through the streets, and there seemed to be nothing to be noted other than this large but almost useless procession. Everything seems too calm, too calm!

Finally, when the Honda Tadashi team left about thirty zhang, the gorgeous palace car that the Zhuxing Kiyoshi clan was riding drove onto the crane bridge. The bridge sounded even more violently, and it could be faintly heard even from such a distance. Probably to better protect the people in the car, 20 samurai on foot surrounded the car.

"Maybe it's ......" Nagasaka Tadashi turned back sharply on his horse, and the palace car was getting off the bridge at this time.

"What people!" The duty of the guard is to ensure the safety of the master, and as a system there is always someone to keep an eye on all aspects. One of the samurai in the leading horse team suddenly shouted, pointing to the roof on one side.

Behind the tile slope appeared like a ghost, dozens of people, each dressed in gray and wrapped their heads in gray cloth. It was indeed not easy for these people to be found behind the roof ridge in this costume before, but at this moment, each of them was aiming at the palace chariot with a longbow and feathered arrows.

"There are assassins!" The guards of the Zhuxing Qing clan did have considerable quality, and at this moment, instead of thinking about how to arrest the assassin in confusion, they gathered more closely around the palace car. Some of the samurai on foot jumped directly onto the car and added a thick layer of armor with their bodies.

The key to the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" assassination was either stealthy impermanence or a thunderous blow, and it was naturally impossible for the assassins to wait patiently there, and a rain of arrows had already covered it.

The Assassin was clearly highly trained, and his striking surface was very accurate, and half of his arrows hit a target, either the palace chariot or the surrounding star warriors, at a distance of nearly a hundred paces. It's just that the efficacy is needless to say, the six or seven arrows inserted in the palace chariot naturally do not produce any lethality, and even the samurai who were hit by the arrows did not produce serious casualties that affected the combat effectiveness.

"Damn, if only I had an iron cannon!" Nagasaka clenched his teeth fiercely.

It was just an emotional outlet, and he knew that it wasn't realistic to use an iron cannon. The houses on both sides of the street before the queue passed had been carefully searched, and the distance that the iron cannon could function could not be penetrated at all, so that the position of a hundred and ten paces without direct obstacles was already the limit.

"Kill!" After firing five rounds of feathered arrows, the Assassins threw away their bows and arrows, picked up their knives and guns from their sides, and rushed towards them shouting. In an instant, not many warriors of the Guardians of the Stars had climbed onto the rooftops, and they had even been allowed to run close to the street.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The Guards Iron Artillery Team that was following closely behind the palace car caught up, and rows of jet-black muzzles spat out red flames. More than half of the Assassins who were standing on the eaves of the house were shot and planted, and were immediately drowned in the screaming and rushing of the Star Guards.

Knowing that there was nothing to be done, the remaining dozen or so assassins still jumped down into the street and killed the palace car without hesitation. Although the frenzied fight made them move forward a few more steps, they probably couldn't hold out for long in the face of mountains and seas of knives and guns.

"Hurry up and drive His Royal Highness's car off the bridge!" A samurai next to the palace chariot shouted loudly, apparently bearing a little responsibility.

Although the situation seems to be under control, the wooden bridge is a huge uncertainty that can produce all kinds of variables. This samurai's decision was undoubtedly very wise and timely, and now it was just about half a minute after the moment of discovery.

The wooden crane bridge is limited even if it is wide, not to mention that the guards gathered around him do not dare to leave easily, so it has caused a very embarrassing but unavoidable consequence: the huge and gorgeous palace car cannot be turned around!

"Driving, driving, driving......" The emperor waved the whip, which he usually did not use once a year, and whipped it fiercely on the backs of the two fiery red bullocks. The palace car rushed down the bridge in front of it, and not far in front of it was the queue of the Tokugawa family.

"Damn! Why didn't you get off?!" In the chaos, Nagasaka seemed to faintly hear a voice.