The early hours of spring are cold, especially in Japan during the Xiaoice period.

Dressed in a black night suit, Shiro Amakusa Shiro Shizhen crawled in the bushes to the south of the Sankeedai Daying, and his hands and feet had long been frozen and unconscious.

But his heart was on fire!

What stirred his heart was not only Chu Fan's plan to save Saemon Yashiro Yoshinomaru who might still be alive, but also to find a way to retrieve the Golden Cross if he couldn't save people.

It's even more because from last night to now, Shi Zhen has seen in Chu Fan what a person who does great things should look like!

To be honest, when Chu Fan gave him a general introduction to the plan of feint attack on Nagasaki City to lure away the ashigaru in the camp, and then break into the big rescue to rescue people, Shi Zhen's heart was both moved and full of doubts.

How many people Chu Fan has under Shi Zhen knows an approximation, even if you count those people in the inner courtyard, there will definitely be no more than a hundred people.

At this point, Chu Fan actually dared to want to attack the Sanjingtai camp with many soldiers and generals? Shi Zhen felt that Chu Fan really underestimated the weight of their Japanese kingdom too much-they were all elites armed with iron cannons!

However, Chu Fan's answer caused the future leader of the rebel army to think deeply, "What is the most important thing to do one thing?" It's dare to think! I don't even dare to think about it, how can I achieve great things? ”

Shi Zhen chewed on this sentence repeatedly, and the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

Oh, yes! If he didn't dare to think about it, where could Father Genk organize the scattered and unarmed Cheshitans against the trembling shogunate and the daimyo who fought for the tigers? If you don't dare to think about it, where can you follow Henk's father to do those ironclad things that are bound to cut off his head? If you don't dare to think about it, how can you continue Henk's father's unfinished business?

Right! I must be firm in Henk's father's dream of letting the light of God shine on the earth! No matter how ferocious the shogunate, no matter how sharp the blades of the pagans, no matter how difficult the road ahead, you must firmly believe that one day, the holy cross flag will fly high in the castle of Nagasaki, oh no, in all the castles of Japan!

Soon, Chu Fan used his actions to teach Shi Zhen another truth, it's not enough to dare to think, you have to be able to do it!

Just last night, Shi Zhen, who had been waiting for four days, finally saw Chu Fan's preparations for this plan: everything that could be dismantled by the 6-pounder field gun was dismantled; There are more than a dozen cross flags, large and small; Several men carried three iron cannons on their shoulders; There were also people carrying heavy wooden boxes...... In the small team of more than 30 people wearing black night clothes, none of them had empty hands, and even Chu Fan himself also carried three iron cannons!

This is nothing, when this small team passed through the secret passage and came to the other side of Hoshitori Mountain, something surprised Shi Zhen even more: at the foot of the mountain was a flock of sheep, about a dozen of them.

At that time, when Zhen approached Chu Fan and whispered to ask what these sheep were for, Chu Fan's answer was, "You will see it soon, but what I want you to remember is that the more carefully planned and prepared everything is, the greater the possibility of success." ”

But this time, Shi Zhen didn't have time to chew on the sentence - he struggled with all his might to keep up with this silent and stealthy team.

As a messenger of Genk, Shi Zhen has visited many times, and even experienced the training of the Chezhidan cultists, and also listened to the disciples who have participated in the battle, whether an army is elite or not, as long as you look at how long they can maintain a strict formation when they are galloping, and those Checheidan teams composed of farmers and small traders often walk a mile or so, the formation begins to scatter, and some people can't keep up.

But Chu Fan's team surprised Shi Zhen extremely - from the foot of Xingtori Mountain to the south side of the Sanjingtai camp about eight miles long, not only did no one fall behind, the formation was complete, and what was even more rare was that there was no coughing sound along the way, except for the occasional bleating of the sheep twice, there was no abnormal sound!

On several occasions, Shi Zhen had the illusion that the team he was in was the famous personal guard iron artillery team of the Saga Nabeshima family, which was recognized as the most elite army in Japan.

When Chu Fan stopped at the Sanjingtai camp with more than ten people, while the others continued to march north, Shi Zhen saw a scene that surprised him again.

Chu Fan personally went into battle, crawled on the ground and crawled forward, and together with the other three black-clothed people, he dragged a wooden box to the wall of the camp of Sanjingtai, and stayed there for half an hour before returning quietly, the whole process was carried out under the noses of the sentries on the wall, but the other party didn't know whether he was asleep or couldn't see clearly - the vast majority of people in this era have night blindness, and the fish oil torch illuminated it was only a few feet away - there was no response.

Then there was a long wait, crawling on the cold ground, Shi Zhen looked sideways at Chu Fan beside him from time to time, in the silver-like moonlight, Chu Fan's eyes were full of excitement and extremely calm, and he didn't see the slightest panic and fear.

Is this really just a talent from the country? Could it be that all the talents in the kingdom are so powerful?

Thinking about it, Shi Zhen's thoughts returned to himself - armed confrontation is almost the only way out for the Chezhidan disciples, so what should be done to train such a team as Chu Fan?

It seems that we have to go back and ask for advice.

Just when Shi Zhen was thinking wildly, he heard Chu Fan, who had been looking at his pocket watch, muttering inaudibly, if he knew Ming Mandarin, he would know that those four words were, "It's time." ”

Sure enough, the sound of cannons sounded in the distance, and there was soon a commotion in the camp of Sanjingtai a hundred paces away.

Shi Zhen thought that Chu Fan should make a move, and he couldn't help but clench the handle of the rib in his hand.

But after waiting for a while, the surroundings were still quiet, and Chu Fan and his dozen or so people were like fierce beasts crouching in the dark night, unmoved.

Until the sky gradually began to turn white, Shi Zhen heard the camp from chaos to gradual quiet, and then suddenly there was a sound of neat steps and a sharp bamboo whistle, he didn't know that this was the Sanjingtai camp had poured out.

After a long time, the world was quiet again, and only the sound of artillery in the distance from time to time reminded people that this was not an ordinary spring morning.

But Chu Fan and they still didn't move!

It was when Shi Zhen felt that he couldn't hold it back, and his nerves were so tense that he was about to collapse, he heard the sound of Xi Xi Suo behind him, and turned his head to see that a person wearing the same black night clothes as himself was crawling quickly, crawling to Chu Fan's side and whispering a few words, the latter took out a fire fold and lit something in front of him.

A line of fire hissed, winding quickly towards the walled wall of the camp of Sanjingdae.

"Nani?"

A soft cry sounded on the wall, Shi Zhen only felt a flower in front of him, and then he saw Liu Zhongwen's tall figure standing straight, the bow in his hand was like a full moon, and where the bowstring sounded, a black feather arrow shot out.

As soon as Shi Zhen saw that the poor sentry on the wall was firmly nailed to the wooden pillar, an earth-shattering loud bang sounded in his ears!

"Boom!"