"Don't worry, I'm the best in the world in escape technology. On the contrary, if you haven't found any reinforcements, it's really a complete collapse, and it's not so easy to capture a city. The worst plan is that when the time comes, I will still have to take refuge in Owari Oda. Kinoshita Tojiro replied with a smile on his face, not caring about the identity of the dialect at all, his face was wrinkled and piled together, like a monkey.

"I didn't dare to guarantee it before, but with the help of Uemon, I vouch for it with my head, and there will be absolutely no problem." Fang Yan said with a mysterious smile.

"Huh? Is that so? I haven't found Goemon to be so useful. In that case, Goemon will leave it to you. Kinoshita Yoshito nodded at the other party in surprise, then turned around and walked back in the direction of the Ashigaru training house.

Fang Yan, who suddenly remembered something, frowned, and suddenly said: "By the way, Kinoshita Yoshitoro, when you fight tomorrow, you must not save people casually, otherwise you may die." ”

Is this a curse or a worry? Kinoshita Yoshito Lang was stunned for a moment, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded and responded to the other party: "I know." ”

"Alright, Uemon, let's go, we have a lot of work on our shoulders." After the other party left, Fang Yan said with a smile, and walked side by side with Himiko towards the outer field of the city gate. Wasuka Goemon, who was standing in the back, frowned, and for some reason she felt like she had fallen into a pit, because she didn't realize that she had such a big effect at all, but after thinking about it, she didn't think that the other party would frame her, and when she was confused, she gradually hid her figure in the air.

……

At six o'clock in the morning, in the thick fog, a large group of people appeared in the wilderness, surrounded by the sound of a passing group of people and horses stepping on.

In the center of the battlefield where tension is gradually accumulating, there is a girl who does not match the atmosphere of the battlefield at all, wearing twelve singles, sitting leisurely on a chair.

The petite woman beside her, on the other hand, was the opposite of the man, running around and seemingly very busy.

"It's boring, that's why I hate war." Imagawa Yoshimoto sat in the center of the military formation and yawned and sighed.

"Lord Yiyuan, you have to be careful, this is a real war, if the enemy rushes into the army, our lives will be in danger." Matsudaira Motoyasu's expression was different from that of the other party, and he was very serious.

"Aren't you here, and Hanzo is also here, except for that rude man from the East, there must be no ninja in the Warring States who can come to kidnap and assassinate me, right?" Imagawa Yoshimoto waved his hand tiredly, not caring.

Matsudaira Motoyasu sighed and smiled bitterly: "At least please wear chain mail, random arrows are very dangerous." ”

"I see." Imagawa Yoshimoto frowned and said casually, looking slightly dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Matsudaira Motoyasu did not plan to persuade again, but devoted himself to the battlefield and commanded responsibly.

At the same time, a young man in a modern school uniform appeared on the battlefield, his face full of confusion and curiosity, constantly looking at everything around him.

"Are they acting? It's even more powerful than the movie "Seven Samurai"! The student pretended to be a boy and sighed unconsciously, but after a moment of observation, he also found something wrong.

"Is this a dream? This has already killed people! And the smell of blood is so real, isn't it some special effect? The student's eyes widened, and his heart began to tremble a little, this is completely devoid of samurai spirit and morality, just like a novice who has just entered the battlefield, it is the male protagonist of the original work, Sagara Yoshiharu.

The surrounding Imagawa family soldiers also found this young man standing in a daze, and after hesitating for a moment because the other party did not have the enemy family crest, they all took the spear in their hands without hesitation and stabbed at the other party.

"To die, to die, to die, to die!" Sagara Ryoharu screamed and kept dodging the spear that stabbed him, if he hadn't practiced dodgeball skills at school, he would have died a long time ago.

Just when he thought he would be spared, a roaring gunshot, unique to modern times, rang out in the distance, and a bullet struck several times the speed of sound, piercing his head.

The hero who couldn't dodge, Yoshiharu Sagara, died suddenly. The surrounding soldiers frowned, and they all strode forward on this corpse without hesitation, ignoring this corpse that was very ordinary except for the strange dress, and continued to search for the next enemy.

In the grass in the distance, a man in a black robe smiled darkly: "After you die, I will take your place." The Oda family, I'm here! ”

In a cluster of bushes near Sagara Yoshiharu, Kinoshita Yoshitoro's eyes widened, and he watched the scene with bated breath, his mouth so big that he could almost fit an egg, because he saw with his own eyes the power of the super arquebus that punched a hole in the ground.

If it hadn't been for Fang Yan's previous instructions, let him run for his life, and don't be kind enough to save people, he saw that the person just now was quite pleasing to the eye, and he would definitely take action, and he would definitely die together when the time came.

Subtly, Kinoshita Yoshitoro's awe of the dialect has risen to a new level.

Regardless of this small-scale field battle, which was very common in the Warring States period and would occur every day, the remaining eleven contestants were all burdened with the same main quest as the dialect, and within the deadline, they used their own methods to join various factions.

Japan may seem small, but the probability of twelve people who don't have any mission conflicts wanting to meet is still quite small, unless they all happen to join the same force.

Besides, in a peaceful scenario, it's better to do your best than to travel long distances to kill other contestants.

On the other side, after Fang Yan walked out of the Mikawa Castle Gate with Himiko and Wasuka Goemon, a Lori ninja, he quickly hijacked a passing business team, snatched three horses and some pocket money, and began to head to the Ashikaga Shogun's Mansion, which was the closest to here.

"How did you do with what I told you?" The dialect is cautious in what he says and does, and he speaks while riding a horse, but it is quite easy to bite his tongue, and if he can't get his tongue right, he swallows it into his stomach.

"Rest assured, I have already commanded the brethren of the 'Chuan Merge'." Wasuka Goemon frowned, and wondered, "How did you know that I was the leader of the Kawanami people?" ”

Of course, I knew and read your book (comics?) beforehand. You can't say that. Fang Yan smiled slightly, and explained in another way: "Of course, I used the ninja network to investigate, if I don't know anything, how dare I ask you for help casually, isn't this pit yourself?" ”

"I see." Wasuka Goemon nodded as if he didn't understand.

Because of Fang Yan's previous boasting about himself, the very young and ** Bee Suka Goemon immediately believed it.

But if you were someone else, you would definitely be confused, and although it is not very difficult to investigate this kind of thing with the power of a large Hokkaido country like the Imagawa family, it is very difficult to target a little girl so accurately.

On the other hand, war is about money, no matter what era it is.

In order to prepare for the economy in advance, the dialect will let the group of thieves in Sichuan and the crowd do it, naturally it will not be a good thing, but it is called a running business, which is actually a smuggling business, there is a good saying, if you want to get rich, you must first break the law, he is not a pedantic person, and he will not have any guilt in doing these things.

The plan was this, Fang Yan first asked them to rob the passing caravans or rich people's teams, do one or two votes and then stop, and use this as capital to speculate and take advantage of the difference in commodity prices between the two towns to do business.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of trading is not profitable, and it can even be a loss.

Because if you want to go out of the Three Rivers to do business, you have to pay customs fees at the customs office at the border. For example, if you want to transport rice from Mikawa to the mouth of the well in Mino, you must pay a certain amount of taxes to the landlord of the domain, Saito Yoshiryu's Mino, in order to pass through the Sekisho of Mino.

The daimyo who abolished the Seki-money system in order to develop commerce, and the Tokaido region consists of only two daimyo in the former Mino Lord, Saito Yoshiryu, and the current Owari Lord, Oda Shinna, and most of the daimyo still rely on Seki-gin as the country's main source of economy.

In addition, because the amount of money is not low, no matter how you look at it, such scalping is a loss-making transaction.

However, what the dialect asked the people to do was definitely not what a serious merchant would do, so they did not clear the customs at all, but chose the path that only ninjas and robbers would take to cross the border, and did not pay attention to such things as taxes at all.

With such means, you can make a small fortune.

Of course, the premise is that you haven't encountered more powerful bandits, black eats black.

"But the time limit is seven days, which is still a bit reluctant." Wasuka Goemon is still a little worried.

"Do your best, now that manpower is scarce, I can only trust them, then again, talking while riding a horse, but it's very easy, bite your tongue." The dialect kindly reminded.

"Huh? … Hurt! ”

As soon as Fang Yan's words fell, Wasuka Goemon immediately bit her tongue, and a little blood filled her mouth, so painful that she almost burst into tears, and then looked at Fang Yan with a resentful face.

Can I be blamed for this? Fang Yan smiled helplessly, ignored the gaze, and began to hurry in earnest.