Wu Zhi picked up the letter, and wrote a waka in Juanxiu's handwriting:

The girl is full of flowers

Everywhere is sorrow

Walk over the South Mountain

Lingering thoughts of independence

This goes to the depths of the clouds

Tens of thousands of clouds and mountains

Sijun is thousands of miles away

Secretly obey.

This is a letter written by a woman to her lover, and she can understand every word, but she doesn't quite understand what it means. Several regiment elders circulated it, but they didn't understand what it had to do with the imminent expedition, and they all looked at Chongwen blankly.

Chongwen took back the letter, carefully held it in his arms, and said slowly: "Nongji Hall is telling me that she is going to set off for Qicheng, and I look forward to meeting her in Qicheng." This can only mean one thing, Yoshihiro Ouchi has received accurate information, Kakune Yoshihiro is dead, and if he doesn't occupy the castle first, he will be taken by others. ”

Yan Shanyan asked with some apprehension: "That is to say, the war in is about to begin." ”

Chongwen said: "Exactly, as long as Yoshihiro Ouchi enters the castle, the shogunate army in Kyoto will inevitably go to war with him. Not only that, but General Spoyoshi also led 30,000 Kwantung troops from Furukawa Castle in Shimoshoguni and marched towards Kamakura. ”

Chai Demei asked, "What is going to happen to the Kamakura Princess?"

Chongwen spread his hands and said: "How do I know, Kakune Mitsuken already has the support of Yamana Shikiyo, Toki Kannao and Kyogoku Shumitsumitsu, and Kamakura also has an army of 20,000, maybe he wants to go out of the city to defeat General Spo." ”

Yan Shanlao sighed, "Time is too tight, we are not fully prepared. ”

Chongwen said firmly: "The fighter plane is fleeting, and the situation cannot tolerate it. If you don't agree, I can only ask the chief treasurer of the bureau and the commander of the boat, and you can ask Gao Ming. ”

Wu Zhi was dumbfounded, pointed at Chongwen and said, "What do you mean by this, threatening us?"

Chongwen said: "Then support me, I am for the survival of 26 Qidong and 7,000 soldiers." In other words, if you don't support me, I can't afford to attack the country. ”

Finally, Chai Demei raised his right fist and said, "I agree." ”

Yan Shanlao also raised his right fist: "I agree." ”

Wu Zhi let out a long sigh and said, "I can only agree, I hope I won't regret raising my hand this time in the future." ”

Chongwen laughed and said: "Since you handed over the first battle of the Shang Group to me, you have to believe me, if you are hindered everywhere, the gods will not be able to win." ”

Wu Zhi sighed: "Everyone trusts you so much and supports you, if you lose the battle, how can you explain it." ”

Chongwen laughed secretly in his heart, grandpa's defeat is appalling, I scared you to death when I said it, I buried hundreds of thousands of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers left by my grandfather, what is this little scene in the country, you guys really can't crush me.

He put away his smile and said slowly, "I'm going to leave Hirado tomorrow and go to Kuroi Village first, and then to Fukue Island." In 10 days at most, the boat division will go east, and the backup supply will depend on you a lot.

I will build three supply depots at Hozu Castle in Satsuma Province, Tosawan Shishi Castle, and Yura Village in Kushi Bay, build warehouses, stock up on war supplies, and transport them forward one station at a time to ensure military supplies. I'm not afraid of too many things, I'm afraid of less, please. ”

Chongwen stood up and made a circle to several group elders to show solemnity. Several group elders returned the salute one after another, everyone looked solemn, the survival of the business group was pinned on Chongwen alone, and the group elders wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but they didn't know what to say.

In the early summer of the second year of Dakang Yongji, another fleet of ships set sail at the port of Hirado, and the scale of this fleet was not so large, with only about 40 ships. Before setting sail, Chongwen still went to the Shangtuan Boat Master Hall to ask for a flag, and several 300 boats and 5 horseshoe crab legs fluttered high with the flag of the Dragon King of the Rolling Sea, and the rest did not hang the flag. Most of the fleet consisted of temporary baggage boats hired by the Bureau, and did not belong to the Bureau's boatmen, including small horse boats that were converted to transport the Bureau's cattle and horses.

The many people hoarded a lot of materials in Kuroi Village, armor and leather belts, and more importantly, more than 300 cattle and more than 800 young people, which also squeezed out the last transportation capacity of Hirado Port.

The scene of this expedition was not so enthusiastic, most of the merchants and citizens of Hirado were rushing to make military supplies for the boat masters, and even the trick cooks of the flower world were rushing to make military rations, sew clothes and tents, and make vehicles and weapons, and there were basically no idlers on the streets.

However, this is only limited to the laity, not outsiders, and the war does not affect the morning bell and dusk drum of Myohoji Temple. In early summer, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, and the streets that used to be noisy are quiet, except for cicadas hidden in the trees, and endless duets are sung.

An old monk with a full body is walking on a stiff shoulder, the old monk looks very old, the shoulder-width bamboo bamboo bent his waist, he is holding a Buddha-faced bamboo Zen staff in his right hand, trembling and walking. The old monk was so weak, it seemed that he would fall down in the next moment, and the big hat covered the sun and his face, and he couldn't see his appearance.

He walked slowly eastward, perhaps because it was too hot, and stopped at the door of a house. This is a tailor shop that sews all kinds of sachets, and the words "Kijoya" are written on the half-cut blue curtain. Nowadays, there is no one to sew beautiful portable brocade bags by hand, and the whole shop is rushing to make coarse linen grain bags for the East China Sea merchant group.

The old monk stood at the door for a while, and then he pronounced a Buddha horn and said tremblingly: "Amitabha, is the master at home?"

After a while, an obese maid came out of the curtain, saw an old monk standing at the door, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "The master has traveled a long way and worked hard, please see what goods you need in the store." ”

The old monk bowed down and said, "The poor monk doesn't buy goods, he just begs for a spoonful of water to drink, is it okay?"

The fat woman said with a smile on her face, "Of course, please come in and rest, it's too hot." ”

The old monk bowed down and thanked him, and followed the maid into the wooden watchhouse. At the end of the street not far away, a few guys wearing brimmed drum hats flashed, dressed as a short fighter, dressed as a servant, led by a pockmarked face, which was none other than Chen Huoyao, a thug in the flower world. As soon as he spoke, the two minions silently ran to another street, monitoring the back door of the wooden watchhouse.

Sure enough, a tea worker, a small sedan chair stopped at the back door of the wooden house. The backyard door opened quietly, and a graceful woman came out, wearing a big hat, with a common curtain fence on her face, and holding a small black lacquer box in her arms.

The two minions followed from a distance, and the sedan chair unhurriedly crossed the main road of Yamanaka Town, continued eastward, crossed the Kameshima Bridge, and gradually approached the coastal road. When passing through Shanji Road, the sedan chair stopped, the sedan curtain was lifted, and the sedan woman walked down the car and walked into a roadside latrine.

The two minions stared at each other, and after a while, the maid walked out of the latrine, re-got on the sedan chair and continued to move forward, and the two minions could only continue to follow, gradually disappearing into the depths of the street.

After a cup of tea, a footman walked out of the latrine. He also wore a hat, carried a bamboo flute on his back, and covered his face with a dust cloth. He looked to the left and right of the street for a moment, then put his hand on the pergola and looked at the sun, as if estimating the hour, and then smoothed the basket over his shoulders and walked in the direction of the port to the east.

It was not far from the port, and the footman walked briskly, and soon turned onto the coastal road, turning north. Skirting a high monga, the spectacular Hirado Port came into view, with its long boardwalks, breakwaters, stone pavilions, gatehouses, and an endless warehouse area.

The harbor was deserted, and the ships on the dock were not even as good as usual, and a small number of stevedores carried heavy grain bags on their backs and disappeared into the cabins. One after another, the two-wheeled carts, laden with camp tents and armor, were wheeled onto the ship, parked on the upper deck, wrapped in tarpaulins, fastened with iron chains, and punched with wooden wedges under the thick wheels.

Many guys dressed in black and wearing a variety of weapons were shouting loudly for command, obviously the soldiers of the merchant group. There are also sea ships unloading in Hirado, and the bookkeepers of the bureau and the stewards of the merchant groups are wearing gray robes and six-in-one hats, and they are busy counting the supplies.

Standing on the edge of the avenue of entry, the footman silently watched the harbor for a long time, and recited softly: "The sail crossing the waves in the boat depends on the power of a sail; He shook his head and said, "Ridiculous." ”

After looking around again, he found nothing unusual, and the footman walked firmly along the main road into the dock. Passing through the reservoir area, the footman stepped onto the wooden trestle, no different from the vendors selling groceries on the docks. The footman walked to a small boat, and a sailor on board shouted at him: "O Wu Na servant, your legs and feet are sharp, and I will wait for you." ”

The footman replied, "Here it is." He hurried a few steps to the Xiaocang boat, and at the moment when he was about to step on the gangplank, he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.

Turning around, he saw a man with dysentery looking at him with a smile, and in an instant he felt that his heart sank into the abyss, and he recognized this person, Xiao Ji, the leader of the thugs in the flower world.

Xiao Jirotan didn't speak, pointed to the side, followed his pointing and looked over, a few drummed hats hugged a small sedan chair and walked quickly, and quickly walked in front of him and got off the sedan chair. The sedan curtain was lifted, and a beautiful woman dressed in beauty walked out with a smile, walked to the foot merchant with a smile and bowed, and said softly: "It's rude, the concubine Sayuri, Master Batuo's good means, almost slipped under my nose." ”

The footman let go of the face towel, took off the big hat and threw it on the ground, and he was a Tianzhu monk with a black face and fists. Batuo unhurriedly unloaded the basket from his shoulder, and said calmly: "After all, I still can't escape the palm of the flower world, it's amazing." ”

Sayuri still smiled and said: "The master is a Buddhist monk, and he won't learn from the laity to find a short-term view." "A few drum caps have enclosed the Batuo, and they will be controlled at the slightest movement.

Batuo's expression was as usual, he calmly opened the basket, stretched out his hand to the inside, and when he stretched out, there was a snow-white bird standing on his forearm, Batuo caressed the macaw feathers lovingly, and said: "The poor monk naturally will not seek death, I think His Royal Highness Da Chuhai is more interested in this bird than in me as an old monk." ”

Sayuri smiled even more coquettishly, and she said gently: "And me, there is no woman who does not love such a beautiful creature." ”

Batuo sighed and said: "It's a pity, there is no such King Kong in the country from now on." ”

Sayuri's face suddenly changed, and she shouted with her fingers: "Catch that stinky monk and protect that bird." ”

It's a pity that he was still a step too late, and when a few side drum hats pounced on him and twisted him, the Tianzhu monk had already broken the macaw's neck, and the blood was stained on the snow-white feathers, red and white, shocking. Everyone's faces turned pale, which meant that the secrets of the countless Hatakeyama families were no longer known.