Minamisa Castle is located nearly 1 day away from Hachifan Mountain.

It's walking.

If you're riding a horse, you can start in the morning and arrive by late afternoon.

What's more, it is still the rainy season between spring and summer, and the drizzle is falling, and the wet and cold is still second, and the rain-soaked road is like a swamp, making it even more difficult for the carriage full of supplies to travel.

This journey is estimated to take 2 days to reach Bafan Mountain.

Now, after only half an hour of walking, the sturdy horse pulling the cart was already exhausted and out of breath.

The weight of the materiel is secondary.

The key is that the vehicle has to continue to run through the mud after being pulled into the mud, which is really exhausting.

There is no way, manpower and animal power are so weak, in fact, even in the previous life of the wild girl on the side of the road, in the face of such a muddy road, those trucks that can pull a large amount of materials are quite difficult to move.

Of course, if Madara makes a move, then this little thing is not a problem!

Let the wind escape and scatter the dark clouds.

Or simply play with the dirt to make a sturdy road surface.

Anyway, with Madara's chakra amount and superb control strength, there is absolutely no problem in completing these, but the wild girl on the side of the road glanced at Madara Uchiha, who was still wearing a robe and riding a horse next to her, and seemed to be an ordinary person, and she still extinguished this idea.

The dignified Mada Ye himself has ridden horses and put on his robes, what else do you have to say?

said said roadside Momotaro protested.

He was supposed to ride a horse, and he was the one who was going to come to the horse with a dead skin, why did he end up riding a horse instead of this guy he didn't know, so that Momotaro on the side of the road had to walk with two fat legs?

It's just that when Momotaro went to break his mouth, he was glared at and almost didn't pee.

An ordinary look that doesn't even open the eyes of the writing wheel.

That's the end result.

I came over with a bitter face and wanted to complain to the wild girl on the side of the road, but out of respect for Madara, he didn't interfere at all, anyway, for this dead fat man, walking is equivalent to losing weight.

is only 17 years old and is close to more than 400 pounds, I'm afraid that the Qiudao family is not so terrifying, right?

Besides, the Qiudao family is not just fat.

It's strong!

It's a ninja after all.

Being too fat also completely affects performance.

It looks like a chubby body, but in fact, the bones inside are extremely thick, and the muscles are quite strong, and the corresponding fat is just a necessary tissue specially set aside to cooperate with the family's secret arts.

With the fat physique of Momotaro now, it is estimated that he is quite popular on the battlefield.

The human side is definitely a target for arrows.

As for the yokai?

Who doesn't love a good ration made from a fat house?!

The wild girl on the side of the road glanced at Momotaro, who was already so tired from holding the carriage that he couldn't even straighten his waist, gasping for breath, even if the hat on his head was crooked next to him, he didn't care about it.

Actually, don't talk about him, even the ashigaru who came with him is the same.

It's just that the appearance is quite right.

But the trouser legs were already covered with mud, and the clothes were wet and slightly scattered.

Walking in the ankle-grazing muddy road, coupled with such cold weather and cold rain, I was able to survive until now thanks to the hot soup in the morning and the abundant fish and rice balls.

But if you have to keep going, it is estimated that it will not last long.

The same goes for colts.

Human and animal power are both living things, and body temperature and endurance must also be considered.

The wild girl on the side of the road looked up at the people around her who were depressed, and still stretched out her hand and signaled: "Find a place to rest for half an hour, and cook some hot soup after lighting a fire to warm everyone's body!"

The entourage that followed immediately nodded happily: "Hi! My subordinates will arrange it!"

The news went on quickly.

Everyone suddenly regained a little of their spirits.

Momotaro's face was even more pleased, and he rushed over and pointed to the front to report: "Young master! If memory serves, there's an abandoned village town not far ahead! We can rest there!"

The wild girl on the side of the road raised her eyebrows: "There is an abandoned village town ahead?"

Momotaro wiped the cold rain on his face and nodded repeatedly: "Less than 3 miles!"

The wild girl on the side of the road nodded: "Then let's go!" At the same time, he also looked up to the front, there were gray patches under the rain curtain, and the scenery was not real, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Abandoned village town?"

Without saying a word, their convoy continued on its way.

It didn't take long.

Soon in the distance of the dirt road, a vague outline of the house appeared.

Momotaro's fat face was even more smiling, pointing to the front and shouting loudly: "The abandoned village town is in front, as long as we get there, we can rest and rest no matter what!"

The speed of the convoy is a lot faster because of this sentence.

No way.

Even the elite Ashigaru could hardly endure such a harsh environment.

They are indeed elites, or villagers who were hired by roadside families after leaving work and regarded Ashigaru as a profession, in other words, professional soldiers, the kind of elite who trained combat skills and fought in formations for a long time.

But even the elite can't walk in the cold mud for so long, right?

In the past, the most uncomfortable time for them was just standing guard.

Right now?

It's torture!

And this is not the greatest torture, the future and destination are the real suffering!

Ever since they knew that they had been selected as the escort of the young master of the wild girls on the side of the road and went to Bafan Mountain together as an entourage, these elite ashigaru even left a suicide note for their families, ready to die in battle.

Who doesn't know the dangers of that hellish place?

Take a look along the road.

The flat terrain is overgrown with weeds and barren.

As long as they can cultivate and repair the water conservancy a little, it is a good fertile land, but for them, because it is too close to the Eight Fan Mountains, how dare they set up village towns to reclaim wasteland?

In fact, these are not wastelands, but abandoned fields!

Look closely.

You can still vaguely see the ridges of the past.

There is no need to guess, just look at it to know that these abandoned wastelands are actually part of the abandoned village towns in front of them, and there were countless farmers who were happy to see the crops that were booming.

Of course, now it can only be left barren on the land, and even the village town has been completely abandoned.

The threat of youkai is too great.

If you can.

Who wants to leave their ancestral homes and fields to live elsewhere?

Ashigaru, who felt the same way, walked through the muddy country dirt roads and looked at the fields overgrown with weeds in the drizzle on both sides, and they were even more worried about their future fate.

Despite being elite, they are human beings with a lot of feelings.

Touching the scene.

After entering the abandoned village, which had collapsed and was mostly depleted, only the ruins remained, their eyes were a little more complicated, and they helped each other to set up tents to shelter from the rain, and then brought firewood to make a fire, and then sat in and said nothing.

There's nothing to say, since you're unlucky enough to draw the order to follow, you can only accept your fate.

The wild girl on the side of the road also sat next to a separate campfire.

There is an iron pot in front of him.

"Whew-"

Momotaro's fat body was crouched next to him, holding a blow pipe and blowing vigorously with his cheeks, so that the fire of the campfire became more and more vigorous, so that the hot water in the iron pot could boil as soon as possible.

The minced ginger and brown sugar that had already been cut had been thrown in, and it was steaming hot.

This is ginger syrup that keeps the cold away.

Soon, the ginger syrup in the iron pot boiled and was already made.

Momotaro hurriedly flattered him with a spoon in the delicate porcelain bowl next to him, and handed it to the wild girl on the side of the road who was sitting on a low stool and was contemplating: "Young master, the ginger syrup is ready, let's drink some to ward off the cold first?"

The wild girl on the side of the road took it, took a sip of ginger syrup, and nodded, "Not bad." ”

Ginger is full of spicy flavor.

The sweetness mixed with brown sugar fills the mouth.

As the hot heat of the hot water swallowed in small bites, the heat mixed with sweetness and spiciness, directly from the tail began to permeate the entire abdominal cavity, and at the same time began to spread to the whole body, warm and quite comfortable.

Momotaro said very smugly next to him: "This is the old ginger and brown sugar that I specially prepared!"

"Hmm."

The wild girl on the side of the road nodded: "Good job." ”

Although he knew that these must have been prepared by the clan elders, he didn't debunk this little trick, but just asked, "What about the amount of these old gingers and brown sugar?"

Momotaro thought about it with a little difficulty, and then smiled and whispered, "It seems that there are quite a few?"

The wild girl on the side of the road glanced at him: "How much is a lot?"

"Uh..."

Where did Momotaro know this?

Hesitantly, he estimated, "Maybe there are three or four more bags, right?" The sneer on his face was also a little embarrassed: "There is a carriage specially prepared for dough cakes and ginger and brown sugar... Oh! That's right!"

He seemed to think of something: "These dough cakes and old ginger and brown sugar are specially prepared to be eaten on the road!"

Obviously, this is the proper arrangement of the old family.

"Humph!"

The wild girl on the side of the road glanced at him: "Why don't you send it down quickly?"

Old ginger and brown sugar can be made into ginger syrup to ward off the cold, and eating some bread can also replenish physical strength, after all, after a long walk, you have to brave such a wet and cold environment, you must have high-sugar food to quickly recover your strength.

Although the fish rice ball in the morning is delicious, it can't last long.

You also need to add some ginger syrup halfway.

This is the opinion of the elder of Chino Country, or the human beings of this world understand.

After all, this world is still in the feudal era of cold weapons, whether it is military warfare or business trekking, it is common to face the climate of the rainy season, and it is natural to develop similar living habits as in previous lives.

The conscription of the ashigaru team on the eastern coastal location is all like this.

The supplies were quickly distributed.

These elite ashigaru soldiers who accompanied the army also drank ginger syrup and ate bread to replenish their strength.

The wild girl on the side of the road also walked to the side with a bowl of ginger syrup, and Madara, who was carrying the Uchiha flame fan, was still standing under the tree with his chest crossed, looking indifferently at the abandoned village shrouded in dark clouds, not knowing what he was pondering.

It's just that before the wild girl on the side of the road approached, he slowly spoke: "This place is a bit like Rain Ninja Village." ”

"Huh?"

The wild girl on the side of the road was stunned: "What rain ninja village?"

But immediately he reacted: "It's really quite similar..."Looking at the dark clouds in the sky and the plum rain falling brightly, he couldn't help but say weakly: "Why don't you drink a bowl of ginger syrup first?" He found that Madara seemed to be in love with the scene?