The battle was still not over, and even with the loss of the outer low walls and wooden towers, the Oda army was still fighting desperately. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In every open space, temple, and corridor, the desperate screams of the dying could be heard, the popping of knives and guns piercing into the body, and the hissing of blood gushing through the air.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and burning, so strong that it was hard to breathe—and the ground was littered with mutilated corpses, the number of corpses belonging to the Oda army and the rebels in a very exaggerated proportion.

Most of the dead were the rabble of Mitogawa Hide's army and the demagogic militia, but there were also many Oda and Riberian soldiers who died in battle.

The battle was so tragic and brutal that the living continued to struggle in agony, only the corpses were slowly burned to ashes by the fire, and their original identities could not be seen.

Although these soldiers of the Oda Army, who were desperate to survive, fought extremely well, and the shouts of desperate counterattacks were higher and higher, it was a pity that although they had the momentum of seeing death as home, they could not shake the enemy's overall superiority.

Demoralized with too many casualties, Mito quickly formed a tight encirclement of his group, and immediately sent archers and iron artillerymen to wait for their work, reaping the lives of their opponents with throwing guns, crossbows, and muskets.

Under such a desperate blow, even Oda's elite soldiers could not hold out for long, not to mention that the ammunition of long-range weapons had long been exhausted, and they did not even have the means to counterattack, and finally they gradually collapsed.

After paying what should be considered a high price, Mito Kawahide was finally able to wait for victory in front of the final hall of Honnoji Temple, surrounded by soldiers.

There was no suspense in the battle until now, and after a day of desperate fighting led by Oda Nobunaga, the miracle of the narrow barrel could not be reproduced.

The reason why a miracle is a miracle is because it doesn't happen often, and if you want to achieve a miracle, you have to pay a hundred times more hardship, overcome a thousand times the suffering, and by the way, pray for the favor of one in ten thousand.

Obviously, Nobunaga of Honnoji did not have these conditions.

"Mitogawa-sama, Nobunaga and the last Oda soldiers are here, and we have captured a lot of Xiyi mercenaries, what should I do with them?"

"Mercenaries? Take them over and have a look. ”

"Hey!"

It wasn't long before a group of wounded captives arrived in front of Mitogawahide, and the Redcoats of Riberia looked very tired and completely unable to respond to the enemy's insults.

Mito Kawahide looked at the mercenaries carefully, "Are you the soldiers of the Riberia Kingdom?" If you are willing to surrender, you will be forgiven by becoming my slave. ”

"Are you serious? Please consider me, I am willing to give anything as long as I can survive! ”

Obviously, the martyrs have always been a rare species, and the captives think that they have given everything for the kingdom, and it is time to think about themselves and survive before thinking about other issues.

"Very well, from today onwards you are my most loyal slaves, take them down to rest." Mito nodded in satisfaction as he motioned for the soldiers to bring the remaining slaves who had not spoken to the attic.

"Oda Nobunaga, are you still refusing to surrender?" Standing in a safe position, Mito Kawahide began to shout, "Stop dreaming, Mito Kawahide!" I will not surrender to a traitor! ”

"Hey, why mourn in life, and why suffer in death...... Oda Nobunaga, you're so brainless. Naturally refused, Mito Kawahide was not bothered, and pointed to the captives and ordered the soldiers, "Cut off their heads, and then capture the attic!" ”

The soldiers let out a roar of excitement, ignoring the resistance of their captives, their steel knives decapitated in an instant, and the thickening blood stained the ground red, allowing the soldiers to vent the ferocity and killing in their blood.

The overwhelmingly superior rebels rushed forward again, and a fierce battle soon broke out in the attic, and the battle of the trapped beasts around the Honnoji Temple was basically coming to an end.

The black smoke of the Honnoji Temple is a tragic scene like a hell of a nose at this moment......

The originally lonely Buddhist hall was first soaked red with blood, then scorched black by fire and smoke, not to mention the corpses everywhere that turned it into a real hell.

In the corpse-strewn Honnoji Temple, Nobunaga stood in the final attic room, supporting her tired body with her world-famous sword.

The continuous high-intensity fighting, as well as the harsh test of smoke and fire, have made her unkempt and can be regarded as embarrassed.

When the guards protected the lord with their lives, but at the last moment, Nobunaga was still left to kill the enemy on her own, and at this time she was covered in blood and minced flesh, a small part of it was his own, but more of it came from the enemy.

The corpses of more than thirty men were scattered around the attic, including no less than four generals in brightly colored armor.

Being able to support it with a sword until now is completely sure that Nobunaga's combat power is by no means idle.

When the shouting and wailing in the entire attic gradually stopped, it was terrifyingly quiet for a while, and the original lit lantern had all been extinguished at this moment, and the attic was dim, except for a lamp left in the corridor outside Nobunaga's room.

Nobunaga, hidden in the shadows, could not see her expression at all, and could only hear the sound of rapid breathing, as well as the commands and running sounds of the rebels outside.

"It's worthy of Oda Nobunaga, the god of the Toei army, and the heroic reputation between the narrow barrels is well deserved, and sure enough, there is no way to kill her by relying on these rabble......"

"Mitogawa Hide-sama! There is no one who can't be killed, not to mention that Oda Nobunaga is the only one left, so wouldn't it be better to continue to send troops to kill her!? ”

"I don't need you to talk nonsense about my war!" Mitogawa Shu glared at the idiot who was pointing fingers, "Prepare firewood and torches, I'm going to talk to Oda-sama!" ”

"But my lord! Oda Nobunaga is so strong, if she wants to attack you, we can't guarantee your safety! ”

“…… Rubbish! ”

Thinking that if he walked over without permission, there was a high chance that he would be cut in two by Nobunaga without saying a word, and Mito Kawahide decided not to go after thinking twice.

"Forget it, you idiots really don't know what's going to happen...... Ignite the fire and reduce it all to ashes! ”

"Hey!"

With excessive blood loss and not eating for a long time, Nobunaga was in a bit of a trance, both physically and mentally, but she came to her senses when the smell of burning fire came.

Maintaining a posture of guard, he actually no longer has the strength to wield his sword, let alone escape from the attic that is about to turn into a sea of fire.

"So this is the end of my Oda Nobunaga......" Nobunaga muttered to himself, looking at the flames, subconsciously playing with his weapon, and it seemed that he could still see the shadow of a certain deceased female general.

When the flames enveloped the entire attic, Mito Kawahide and the rebels around him heard Nobunaga's last voice.

Fifty years on earth, compared with heaven and earth

It's just a small thing

Looking at the world, dreams are like water

Let life be for a while, and then perish

This is the seed of Bodhi, the feeling of chagrin, full of heart

Thou shalt go to Kyoto at this moment, and if you see the head of Dun Shengqing

Looking at the world, in the sea and the sky, is there any immortal?

DRat sunset at the end of June 1831, the head of the Imperial Three Families, the contemporary shogun of the Oda shogunate, a generation of famous generals, and the Heavenly Demon King Oda Nobunaga, under the watchful eyes of Mito Kawahide and his army, left his last poems and disappeared in the flames.