One looked up at the upper window of the building, but didn't notice anything unusual.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a passionate and melancholy song sounded.

It is a very peculiar piece played on a flute, probably a long time ago in the empty and gloomy steppe, and it is played quite well, indicating that the player has an extraordinary genius.

Okubo Ritsu in the carriage, after hearing the sound of the whistle, actually put down the documents in his hand.

Somehow, the sound of the flute made him feel unusually familiar......

This elegant and poignant melody is like a silver stream, flowing down the street, flying high into the sky, and disappearing into the endless sky. It's like calling, it's bewildering, it's asking for something......

Okubo suddenly remembered that the snake puppeteers on the street seemed to use the sound of the flute to confuse the snake. This analogy had suddenly occurred to him, and before, he would never have thought of a snake charmer!

The melodious sound of the flute actually made him feel fascinated.

However, there seems to be something irritating and dangerous in this song......

Okubo looked up at the window, and with the slight sound of the window, the windows of the buildings on both sides of the road opened one after another, and some people looked out, and some people leaned out of curiosity.

The marching procession seemed to be affected by the sound of the flute, and unconsciously stopped.

Okubo suddenly felt a pang of unease, and instead of leaning out of the window like the people in the building, he moved his seat into the car.

He seemed to get it. The flute has done its job: the snake pokes its head out of its cage!

In a window in the building not far away. Suddenly, a red light flashed. With the sound of a cork like a wine bottle being removed, a guard on horseback fell from his horse.

Okubo didn't realize it was gunshot, but when the sound rang out one after another, and the guards on the horse screamed and fell off their horses, he realized what was happening.

The gunfire was not loud (or it didn't sound like it at all), and the onlookers were unclear what was going on, and the guards fell off their horses to the point that some people thought it was a unique equestrian show and cheered. It wasn't until they saw the guards draw their guns and fight back that people realized that this was not a show. Rather, it was a deadly shootout, and there were screams of horror.

Because the gunfire of the other side was too low, and the smoke and flames of the guns were not obvious, the guards of Okubo Ritsu could not distinguish the location of the snipers, and many people raised their guns and fired fiercely at the buildings next to the street, but they were basically ineffective, and they failed to hit the enemy, but accidentally injured many civilians, and for a time the screams of wounded guards and civilians and the wails of war horses were all around.

Okubo Ritsu was terrified for a moment, and he curled up in the carriage. He pulled out a small American Dehringer pistol and looked nervously at the door of the carriage.

Through the crack in the door. All Okubo could see was the panicked running figure and chaotic footsteps, accompanied by the screams, and the guards were constantly falling next to the carriage, and Okubo could even see the flying small droplets of blood splashing in from the crack in the door and landing on the board of the carriage, which was shocking.

A bullet entered from the roof of the carriage and hit the seat of Okubo Ritsu just now, and the bullet hit the wooden board of the seat, making a piercing scream, like the whistle of death, Okubo Ritsu raised his pistol in horror and wanted to shoot in the direction where the bullet came, but he immediately realized that it was useless to do so, and the hand holding the gun hung down again.

Okubo Ritsu heard the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath and the hoarse shouts of the guards, and he knew that the enemy who was hiding in the shadows and firing might have appeared, and the guards who survived the first round of enemy attacks were drawing their swords to resist.

The sound of pulling the cork sounded again, followed by a series of screams, accompanied by the sound of the body falling to the ground, Okubo Ritsu saw that the car door seemed to have been hit by something, and a bloody hand reached out, pressed on the car door, and then slid weakly.

Everything fell silent again, leaving only the sound of Okubo's own heavy breathing.

Okubo realized that his guards had all been eliminated by the enemy, and his whole body was cold for a while.

There was a sound of footsteps slowly approaching the carriage, and at this time, the trembling voice of the driver was heard: "You guys...... Who is it? What do you want to do? As soon as he finished speaking, there was the dull sound of his body falling to the ground, followed by the screams of the coachman.

Okubo yelled, stood up abruptly, and shot out the car door with a small Dehringer pistol, and just as he fired one shot and was about to shoot a second shot, the sound of pulling the cork sounded again, and a series of bullets came in through the door.

Okubo Ritsu felt several bullets hit him, and his body instantly became numb, as if his consciousness had left him all at once, his hand had no strength, and the small Deringer pistol he was holding was also taken off, and he didn't know where it fell.

Somehow, at this moment, Okubo Ritsu suddenly lost his fear, and his mood became calmer than ever.

"Perhaps...... That's it...... It's over, right? ......," Okubo said silently in his heart.

The Assassins' firing stopped, and Okubo staggered forward a few steps and pushed the door open.

He was unsteady on his feet, and he stumbled out of the carriage, and his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees, but he immediately stood up again.

He wanted to see who had killed him.

The Assassins saw him appear and gathered towards him.

"Which one is Lin Yiqing? Can you see me? Seeing the masked faces in front of him, Okubo asked loudly.

Hearing Okubo Ritsu's words, the assassins were all stunned, and many people involuntarily looked at a man in gray, who hesitated, stretched out his hand and removed the scarf, and walked out of the crowd.

Seeing the handsome young man in front of him, Okubo Ritsu was first stunned, and then a smile rippled across his face.

"Could it really be that Lin Yizhe came to ask for my life?" Okubo seems to be asking himself, and he seems to be asking Lin Yiqing.

"Down there is Lin Yiqing." Lin Yiqing looked at Okubo Ritsu, who was covered in blood, sighed, and said, "I have admired Mr. Jiadong's name for a long time, and I haven't seen it before, but seeing each other like this today is afraid that it will become a secret forever, and it is sad to think about it." ”

"You're Lin Yizhe's twin brother, aren't you?" Okubo Ritsu smiled and asked.

"Yes." Lin Yiqing nodded.

Hearing Lin Yiqing's answer, a look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of some of the assassins.

"You killed me to avenge Lin Yizhe, right?" Okubo Ritsu's gaze swept over Lin Yiqing's subordinates and asked again.

"I have been separated from my brother since I was a child, and I have no connection at all." Lin Yiqing replied calmly, "The details of my brother's death are not clear below, but now I hear Mr. Jiadong say that it should be related to Mr. Jiadong." ”

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Whether history is created by heroes or by the people is actually quite difficult to say. I guess it was the hero who said that "the people, and only the people, are the driving force behind the creation of history", and he must have believed that the car of history is not good enough if no one takes the steering wheel - "the sea sails by the helmsman". Even a thousand years earlier, Wu Yong of Liangshanbo knew the truth of "arrows don't send, and arrows are broken". We can often see that at a turning point, the quality of the elites of the era determines whether the direction of historical development is correct or not, and only these elites can decide whether or not they can guide the people, the driving force for creating history, onto the right road. The relationship between this hero and the people, I think it's a bit like the relationship between two people in cross talk, three points of teasing and seven points of praise. If there is a lack of teasing, there is only a compliment, and no one can play there.

Most of the prominent figures of the Southwest War mentioned above participated in the Boshin War. As a superhero of that era, Saigo's role is obviously even more indispensable. The role of heroes is to see the trend of history clearly, conform to the current situation, lead a group representing advanced forces, and guide more people to participate in reform. Saigo, who was in the midst of the fall of the shogunate, saw clearly the shortcomings of the shogunate and the princely system, saw clearly that non-reform was not enough to make Japan rich and strong, and saw clearly that the samurai class was a powerful force that could rise up and overthrow the shogunate, so he firmly and decisively implemented his own strategy, and indeed achieved the effect of sweeping away thousands of armies. However, this victory was not the victory of Saigo alone, but the result of the joint efforts of all those with advanced ideas for the Restoration. If we take the most crucial battle of the Boshin War, the Battle of Fushimi and Toba, as an example, it is generally believed that Saigo's Sacho army was defeated by the weak. As a matter of fact, if we only judge the strength or weakness of the armies of the two sides participating in the war, it is natural that the weak will defeat the strong, but if we comprehensively analyze the situation, the shape of the strength and weakness is just the opposite. Before the war, the "Imperial Decree of the Shogunate" had been passed, and the forces of the emperor, the ministers, and the western princes were already on the side of the chief; The four strong feudal clans of Sacho and Tofei joined forces, and the most capable forces of the samurai were on the side of Sacho; Through the Sax-British alliance and other means, Britain and other Western powers sided with Saxon; In the name of obedience, ordinary civilians will also think that the army of the chief is the side of justice; The level of training, morale, and tactics of the Sacho army was far beyond the reach of the shogunate army. And these advantages, without the above-mentioned people from Okubo and Kido to Kawaji and Kirino, would not have been able to achieve them by Saigo alone. (To be continued......)