Under the banner of the bamboo finch pattern horse print, the long-tailed political scene who was watching from the horse was furious, bent the military pendant in his hand, gurgled, and scolded, "What the hell is this reckless man doing in Murakami Yoshikiyo!" Not only did I not wipe out the defenders of Liantaiping Temple, but I also put them in my rear! Where are his pursuers! ”

Suffering from the enemy on the back is a taboo among soldiers.

If there is not a third formation, I am afraid that this group of routs will directly rush into this formation and take him with a knife. It is not impossible to intercept the defenders from breaking through, but not sending troops to pursue, and not even sending envoys to pass on military information, simply makes Nagao Masaki extremely angry.

The Murakami army has already lost its mind, if it weren't for Murakami Yoshikiyo's best efforts, they would have broken and fled a long time ago, where is there anyone who is willing or dares to hunt down this group of evil ghosts.

On the other side at this moment, the battle situation in front of him is not optimistic, especially near the car formation, looking at the Imagawa army that is approaching step by step, Honda Right Jinyun has no choice but to retreat the horse seal again, and the former sergeant has already turned from attack to defense, carrying the long tree to form a fish scale formation to fight alternately, with the guns to resist, the samurai, Ashigaru fell and overlapped, and the corpses were covered with snow.

When the sun sets over the mountains and the crows return to their nests, it is obviously impossible for the two soldiers to carry the lights and raise the fire and fight fiercely all night.

The palace army of the rear of the Long Tail Army gritted his teeth and took over the Mayin Tooth Banner in the front formation, and began to shoulder the heavy responsibility of covering the retreat of the rest of the army, and the offensive of the Imagawa Army soon followed the shift of the target, and the arrows thrown by the bow and arrow in the hands of the Imagawa Army Light Soldiers made the flag team guarding the tooth flag one by one shot down, but soon there were many people, holding the long tree in formation, alternating with each other and slowly retreating.

They are all generations of military service that have followed the Ueda Nagao clan for many years, covering the safe evacuation of the family governor, which is the greatest recognition of their loyalty and bravery, and after accepting this order full of martial reputation, but almost certain death, they still stayed in the battle without regrets, blocking the pursuers of the Imagawa army to the death.

The Kamohara clan rode into the battle, and first entered the camp, and what they saw was not the enemy soldiers fleeing in panic, but the dead soldiers of the palace army who had been waiting for a long time.

Between the barracks, the fence and wooden carts are placed horizontally on the left and right, and a simple fortification is constructed, leaving only a few dozen steps in length. On the one hand, the oars were blocking in front of the horses, like a forest sickle to cover their sight, and they could not see the reality of the retreating long-tail army in the rear.

As is customary, the ground in the front line was covered with pitters of horses, antlers, and thistles to prevent the enemy cavalry from charging.

The mother's clothes and horses circled, and then the ashigara of the Sagara team stepped forward to move the horses and fill the pit, but before they moved two, they heard a shout from the dead soldiers on the opposite side.

The crowd was on standby, and behind the fences on both sides of the long tree, the torches swayed. The dead soldiers of the temple army lit the bundles of grass drenched with fire oil and threw them with all their might, and the long-tailed archers were densely packed, and the arrows and stones were fired in unison. The oars in the middle suddenly opened, and dozens of swords and axes came out, rushing up, slashing people's heads and legs.

The Sagara team's ashigaru was difficult to resist, and was killed in defeat and retreated, leaving behind the corpses in the ground, and fled.

Fortunately, soon the Honma team and the Ashigaru of the Hamana team also rushed over one after another, slightly regrouped the formation, and stepped forward to fight again. But after a long battle, the soldiers were tired, and now victory was in sight, no one wanted to take any more risks, seeing that the Imagawa army was not attacking, the long-tailed dead soldiers after the break also stopped bows and arrows, and the two sides confronted each other in the air.

Suddenly, in the deep twilight in the rear, there was a neighing of horses, and the soldiers of the two armies looked up, only to see several red warriors with arrows hanging in the direction of Taipeiji Temple, the black and red armor exuded a disgusting smell of blood, and the red armor was not the original paint, but the residual color after the blood was coagulated.

These warriors, like warriors, stepped out of the cold wind, their faces blurred, as if there was nothing under their helmets, and like countless vicious demons hiding in their hands, with spears broken only wooden poles in their hands, provoking a series of trembling and broken heads, spitting out, and their tongues swaying in the wind were like unlit red candles.

Gao Shisheng stumbled, holding the blood-stained flag, slowly turned out from the back of the camp, the armarmor on his left arm was torn off, his hair was scattered, his face was covered with blood, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, and the rosary in his hand had collapsed, and he could never find it again.

But the demons who followed him were particularly concerned, and they couldn't help but say that they had a new replacement for his head covered with all kinds of blood and strange expressions around his waist, as if this was the only way to convey to the Bodhisattvas through the mouthpieces of these dead their desire to be free from the sea of suffering and to live in bliss.

The remnants of the rout surrounded their own red ghost generals, and they also staggered out of the deep twilight, and the ghosts walked one by one, making everyone who saw them all heartbroken.

As a soldier of the palace army, Cao Cao hurriedly ordered the archers to quickly turn around and shoot at this group of evil spirits, and the two Chibei warriors couldn't help laughing when they saw each other's bows and want to shoot, and they turned their horses and galloped forward, using their own bodies and their mounts to block the arrows like rain for Gao Shisheng, until they were all over their bodies, and were densely shot by arrows, and then they fell to the ground together with their mounts.

After a long bloody battle, stepping forward for this Musashi Mori who crawled out of the eighteen-fold hell to take revenge on the Uesugi clan to block arrows and slash has long become an instinctive conditioned reflex, as long as this red blood Buddha flag does not fall, others have the hope of living, and they who died to protect the Dharma can also die in bliss and enjoy Taiping forever.

What this group of deranged soldiers are already crazy thinks, naturally cannot be known to outsiders, and even if they do, it is absolutely incomprehensible.

Seeing that the two Chibei samurai were accompanied by men and horses, and there were no corpses, everyone looked unbearable.

I saw Gao Shi Sheng Huang step forward, pick up the knife that fell to the ground, or pull out the knife without hesitation and cut it, I don't know if it was because of the injury to the arm, or because it had been out of strength, he slashed several times in a row, and finally chopped off the heads of two samurai who were not dead and were still struggling.

With a whistle, he grabbed two bloody human heads, and threw them into the camp, and the long-tailed sergeants in the camp were all shocked to avoid it.

From afar, I heard him wail like a ghost: "Bodhisattva's decree, kill a thousand heads and die in bliss!" ”

The 'evil spirits' under his command frantically shouted, "Kill a thousand heads, and die in bliss!" Kill a thousand heads, and die in bliss! ”

"It's really a bunch of demons······" Nobu Hamana muttered to himself. The horror of life and death encountered by this group of routs is unimaginable if they have not experienced it. In total, Takeda and Imagawa, plus the Chibei cavalry who risked their lives to rescue, all of them together are only more than 1,000 people, and so far, there are only about 100 people left, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is not one out of ten.

Those who have survived until now have struggled out of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and even the Asura Dao has not necessarily been more bloody than the battles they have experienced.

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