The sound of more than 500 war horses galloping in front of him was like war drums in Masaki Tanba's ear drum and chest, and the sight of the huge horse riding team also burned in Tanba's heart with an unyielding fighting spirit.

He was both fearful and generous, and he only felt that even if this life ended here, he would be able to die without regrets.

Unexpectedly, the cavalry team came to an abrupt end when they were only a dozen steps away from the two, and the knights invariably restrained their horses and froze in front of them.

After the cavalry stopped, no one spoke, and there was no movement, only the occasional snort of the horses.

Masaki Tanba was inexplicably excited about this riding team, and when he saw their uniform movements and well-trained, he was a little yearning...... He began to think that it would be nice if he could be a part of this riding team.

But...... It's the enemy on the other side!

These two contradictory emotions collided in Masaki Tanba's mind, and he was annoyed. At this time, one of the horsemen slowly walked out, and the samurai was very tall, and in his hand it was actually a ten-character spear with a whole body of vermilion.

Masaki Tanba immediately realized that this man might be the number one warrior of the opposite team, and he clenched the spear in his hand, his shoulders tightened, and he stared at the knight's movements as if he were facing a great enemy.

Who knew that Narita patted him on the shoulder instead, and moved his clumsy legs to stand in front of Tanba:

"I'm so sorry, the two of us got in your way, and I'll avoid it right away."

Masaki Tanba couldn't help but smile bitterly...... It's all at this time, why are the eldest relatives still so stupid.

The tall samurai on the opposite side tilted his head and looked Narita Nagata and Masaki Tanba up and down, and suddenly grinned:

"Would you like to sit down and have a drink?"

Masaki Tanba was stunned, and the momentum he had been accumulating dissipated in an instant.

He couldn't understand why the samurai on the other side had invited someone from the enemy country to have a drink......

Narita Nagakin's face also had a dull smile, and his smile looked silly, so that people couldn't mention the slightest hostility:

"Although you are the number one warrior in your family, you don't have the power to decide the actions of the army on your own...... I'll get out of the way. ”

He said just do it, turned around and moved his little short legs, and gave Masaki Tanba a color, but he had barely taken a step when Masaki Tanba reached out to block him.

At Tanba's suggestion, the chief turned around suspiciously, and saw another young samurai walking out.

The man was also tall, but he was a whole size smaller than the man with the red gun, because although he was tall, he was very thin.

With thin cheeks and a thin body, his face was pale and haggard, and he looked less like a samurai than a sick person.

But his eyes were still clear and deep, and the eldest relatives only glanced at them from a distance, and quickly avoided them...... Those eyes were like a whirlpool, absorbing everything they could see.

"Would you like to sit down and have a drink?"

The samurai's voice was a little hoarse, but from this hoarse timbre alone, Masaki Tanba also concluded that this person's voice was calm and powerful in normal times.

This man's armor was dwarf than that of a warrior with a red spear in his hand, and the war horse under his crotch was only a slightly better Michinoku horse, which could never be compared to the devilish black horse, but the two of them stood side by side, so that Masaki Tanba immediately understood the difference between the two people's master and slave.

This young man with a sickly face is the leader of this riding caravan!

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, Neizo Suke-sama, please."

The eldest relatives did not refuse, and he stood at the entrance of the village and made an inviting gesture, as if he was entertaining guests at the door of his house.

The young warrior also dismounted, threw the reins to the attendant behind him, and said:

"Let's camp next to the village."

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely powerful, and all the samurai on horseback who heard his words immediately dismounted, and those who did not hear it jumped off their horses like dominoes, and in just a moment's time, not a single one of the five hundred people rode on horseback.

This kind of scene couldn't help but make Masaki Tanba look sideways, and he secretly looked at the face of the eldest relative, and found that the eldest relative still had that dull expression, as if he was blind to this powerful horse riding team.

Guided by Narita Naga and Masaki Tanba, he took Sasa Naruma and a few people to the village chief's house.

Seeing that the horseback team did not enter the village, the villagers of this village gradually settled down, and the village chief personally stood at the door to greet a few people.

After sitting down in the largest room in the village chief's house, the group began to talk.

When he learned that this sickly-looking samurai was Sasa Narumasa, Masaki Tanba was even more shocked that his mouth grew and he could stuff a durian into his feet.

Surprisingly, Narita Nagata faced the enemies of the Ninjo and Hojo families, and faced the fierce general Sasa Naimasa, without a trace of fear, he was still clumsy in his movements and clumsy words, I really don't know if he is fearless in the ignorant, or if he is not surprised.

On Sasa Naimasa's side, in addition to Naruma himself and Maeda Keiji who held the red gun, there were three people, among whom there was a Ji samurai, who was Sasa Naomasa's concubine Muroi Ii Naoto, and the other two, one was Namasa's guard Bo Fengqian, and the other was Nagashi's deputy general Kawada Nagakin.

Narita Nagata had only heard of the daimyo of Sasa Narumasa and Maeda Keiji, and he didn't know anything about the others, but when he saw that Ii Naotora was beautiful and strong, dignified and heroic, he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart...... Although Princess Kai of the Narita family is also a samurai, Kai Kai is inevitably too manly......

Maeda Keiji and Bo Fengqian kept arguing, making people think that they were a pair of living treasures, but every time he thought of Maeda Keiji's red gun, Masaki Tanba was awe-inspiring in his heart, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that a fierce general would be so ...... Childish.

Kawada Nagajin and Sasa Naruma don't have many words, both of them listen to a lot and talk little, although it is only a few words, but it has already made Masaki Tanba feel Kawada Nagakin's erudition and spirit, and even more feel Sasa Narumasa's rebelliousness like a wolf, and the wanton as a wonder.

Before the sun set, the village chief's family finally prepared a "sumniest" feast to entertain everyone.

Bo Fengqian and Maeda Keiji also took out wine and poured a big bowl for everyone.

Narita Narita was about to persuade Sasa to move his chopsticks, but Naruma suddenly coughed softly...... He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, his face was a little flushed, and when he saw this, Jing Yi Naohu on his side hurriedly snuggled up to Chengzheng's side and reached out to caress his broad back.

Shaoqing...... Cheng Zheng opened his palm and looked at it, slowly exhaled, and held Zhihu's small hand in his palm.

He deliberately showed Zhihu the hand that covered his mouth and nose, as if to say:

"Look, I didn't vomit blood this time."

Jing Yi Naohu just lowered his head, his face was not without worry, and when he saw that Sasa Chengzheng had already picked up the wine glass, she stretched out her hand to stop it, but she still let Chengzheng bring the pottery bowl to the top:

"Come on! Go for one! ”