The mud bombarded the residence of a certain daimyo

The once clean and beautiful Japanese garden with winding water and white stone paving has now become a hell on earth, and countless mud-bombarded corpses have fallen to the ground in various postures, and their faces still have the horror and wails of dying before death. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info they were covered in bruises, most of the wounds were concentrated on the back, and they were obviously killed in the escape.

"Ahh There was a scream from the depths of the courtyard, and a mud warrior in great armor was slashed to the ground with a wail, one of his arms chopped off, and several large wounds on his body, because of excessive blood loss and weakness, he could only wait silently for death to come. The samurai looked at the enemy who was walking towards him step by step with a frightened face, could these guys be demons who came out of hell?

As a relatively powerful daimyo, this scale has three hundred samurai to guard, and the daimyo usually pays extra money to raise some wild samurai and ronin, as well as a thousand ashigaru, which is the strongest force in this area. This slashed samurai became an officer in command of a hundred samurai because of his outstanding martial arts, and in his eyes, with his strong swordsmanship and well-forged katana, no one could contribute to the castle unless Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, the shogun of the Muromachi shogunate, personally brought his troops over.

But the men dressed in the service of the Tang did it, using something that would explode, easily destroying less than two meters and slaughtering the city through the "towering" walls of the samurai.

In the face of a sudden enemy, the samurai wanted to make a last stand, and he and two other samurai officers, under the orders of the commander-in-chief, led the troops of Ashigaru in front of the samurai to rush forward to meet the battle.

As a result, as soon as the battle began, Ashigaru, who rushed to the front, was like a rabbit that met a goshawk, and the transient was all cut to the ground, and the other party directly surrounded the three hundred samurai, and without saying a word, he directly attacked the killer. Relying on the well-forged katana and meticulous and never slackened martial arts training from childhood to adulthood, the samurai still killed more than 100 "Tang people" at the beginning, but more "Tang people" roared and rushed up, taking advantage of the dead spots that the samurai were unable to take care of, wounding one by one samurai, and then consuming them alive or directly killing them.

The samurai officer and a dozen of his subordinates barely managed to break out of the siege, and tried to retreat to the castle tower to protect the daimyo and flee together, but they were chased by the death squads that followed and died alive.

"Amaterasu! Wilt thou not come and save thy people? Muttering his last words, a passing death squad soldier stabbed the samurai in the back of the heart, and the latter died in an instant.

According to Meng Qiu's orders, these death squads must ensure that they kill all the mud bombarders in the entire city, including the old and weak, women and children, before they can enjoy the power to indulge in plundering. If you dare not comply, the Eight Thousand Tiger Roaring Battalion Overseers outside can stand there.

"These evil gods are not easy to provoke, the regular army of the little devils has not caught up yet, if they really catch up and encounter the tiger roaring camp, this group of evil gods will not die before there are ghosts!" Thinking of the brutality and ruthlessness of the Tiger Roaring Battalion when they suppressed their own troublemakers, all the members of the death squad couldn't help but shudder, and scolded and accelerated the speed of killing.

After three hours, the panting death squad, after paying more than 200 casualties, succeeded in turning the city into a tomb, and all men and women, old and young, inside and outside the city, had their heads cut off, and those who had no heads were definitely dead.

After making sure that there was not a single living mud bomber in the entire city, all the members of the death squad gathered together, cheered and rushed into the houses led by several generals, and began their favorite robbery:

Rice, dried fish, dried pickles, etc., all edible things are packed in a centralized manner, transported out of the city by a special transport team and handed over to the Tiger Roar Camp outside the city, and these grains will be handed over to Meng Qiu for centralized management and distribution. The death squad did not have the slightest objection to this, on the one hand, they could get eighty percent more gold, silver and jewelry, and on the other hand, Meng Qiu had never treated them badly in terms of eating. Therefore, there is no need to worry about being starved of food or anything, as long as you can burn and loot with peace of mind.

"Father-in-law, this is the twenty-eighth castle we have captured, and the army is exhausted from a long run, so let's see if we can find a place to hide and rest for a while. By the way, the tail behind me has been following for so long, isn't it! A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and Wang Yinglong made a throat-cutting motion.

"There were few people in the mud bombardment, and there were no military forts or passes around a city except for a large number of farmsteads that fed the city. Along the way, we destroyed all the castles and villages we encountered along the way, and took away all the food and livestock, and created an extremely wide and huge no-man's land behind us. And our pursuers struggled in this no-man's land, without any supplies, and had to speed up their march to catch up with us. Then they should be exhausted, and the only thing to sustain is to find us and fight a decisive battle with us! Slowly turning the tea bowl in his hand, Meng Qiu said slowly.

Hearing this, Wang Yinglong's eyes lit up, he was suffocated during this time, and he wanted to take the soldiers of the Tiger Roar Battalion to fight with the mud bombardment warriors with real swords and guns. Watching the group of ruffians of the death squad fight all day long, but the Tiger Roaring Battalion can only block and rob the fish that have slipped through the net on the periphery, which really makes Wang Yinglong, who is crazy about war in his bones, feel very aggrieved.

"Don't worry, Ying Long. The real opponent of the Tiger Roar Battalion must be the barbarians, and the purpose is undoubtedly to kill all the barbarians. But before that, you have to go through a lot of training and really go into battle to kill, so that you can be forged into a real elite. In order to find a trainer for you, my father-in-law has taken great pains! Rest assured, after three days, you can kill as much as you want! Smiled and patted Wang Yinglong's shoulder, Meng Qiu turned around and walked towards the big tent.

Three days away from Meng Qiu's camp, a mixed army of more than 8,000 ashigaru and samurai was panting and running, everyone was panting and panting, and it seemed that they had not been able to get good rest and adequate supplies for a long time, and they were already thirsty and tired to the point of running out of oil.

"These cunning and cruel Tang people, when I catch them, I will definitely break them into pieces and expose them to the wilderness! Haven't the scouts returned yet? How far away are the enemy forces? Is there any nearby village that can be resupplied, and the military rations are about to run out! How can it be repaired! Eight Ga Ya Road! Riding on a war horse and looking at the "miserable situation" of his elite army, Ashikaga Yoshiman is so angry!

For 28 days, he led the elite of the Muromachi shogunate deep into the mud and bombarded the interior, chasing frantically along the trails of the enemy, and he didn't even see the tail of the enemy. On the contrary, along the way, countless villages were destroyed, and there was not a single living person, not a single grain of grain, not even wild vegetables and wild beasts. In order to reduce his own losses, intercept the enemy army as soon as possible, and save military rations, he could only constantly urge the army to speed up the pace of marching, and as a result, the morale and physical strength of the army were rapidly weakened.

"If we continue like this, we won't need the enemy to fight, we will collapse ourselves, we have to find a way!" Ashikaga Yoshimitsu lamented that this was probably the most difficult enemy he had faced since becoming the Muromachi shogun.

Meng Qiu camp

"All the animals were slaughtered, stewed, and made fragrant! The rice tube is full, the meat tube is enough, and Ben 9,000 years old wants to reward the three armies today! When you're full of food and drink, you're ready to cut the little devils! Standing on the high platform, Meng Qiu shouted loudly, hearing that the Tiger Roaring Battalion and the soldiers of the death squad were thunderous with joy, killing people and setting fires, eating meat and drinking tea, such a good day is not changed for a fairy!

"Hey little devil, you think you can run fast with short legs? I thought I was a corgi! Look at the little master if he doesn't kill your turtle grandson! ”