Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 410 Trap
While speaking, Brother Zhong had already dispatched scouts. As a seasoned general, his deployment was impeccable: first he dispatched dozens of cavalry to cross the river in shallow water upstream, and then occupied high places around to confirm that there were no enemy ambushes. Only then did they pull six or seven thick cables across the river tens of meters downstream of the shallow water, let the cavalry cruise along the thick cables, and then let the brigade of infantry cross the river.In this way, even if there are a few people who are washed down by the current when crossing the river, they can still hold on to the thick rope, and will not be carried away by the current, and they will be rescued by the cavalry immediately.Seeing that the people crossed the river without hindrance, their morale was high. In just half a day, 6000 to [-] people crossed the river.

It was getting late, Brother Zhong came to Shishang Shrine after finishing his tour of the camp.Different from the Buddhist temples that came from the mainland, the Ishigami Shrine still maintains the primitive religion's unique quaint, gloomy, mysterious and primitive style.The shrine is located in an ancient forest, where axes and saws have not been penetrated for thousands of years. Here, the thick and thick black trunks crowded together, and the twisted branches wove a dense towering tree top overhead, deformed. The intertwined roots of each other wrestle with each other underground.This is a place of deep silence and suffocating shadows, every worshiper instinctively holds his breath when he enters it.

Brother Zhong followed closely behind the priest. The priest was wrapped in a black robe from top to bottom, with only a pair of eyes exposed. He walked through the forest without making a sound, as if he was a ghost rather than a human being.The forest is full of corrupt fallen leaves, if you step on it, you will fall into it. Brother Zhong tried his best to keep up with the pace of the priest. Just when he thought he was about to be unable to keep up, the pace of the priest stopped. In front of him was a clearing, and in the middle of the clearing was an old oak tree, an old oak tree that shaded the sky.

"This is it!" The priest's voice was low and vigorous: "It was here that Emperor Jimmu defeated the Nagasui Yanjun (the indigenous leader who occupied the Yamato area at that time in myths and legends). After the victory, Emperor Jimmu set up a ceremony. Thank you Gods of heaven and earth, untie your sword and enshrine it under this tree!"

Brother Zhong looked in the direction of the sacrificial finger, and saw a small shrine at the root of the ancient oak tree. The stone statue in the shrine had a long and melancholy face, with deep-set eyes that were strangely described, and there was no such thing as a Buddha statue in a Buddhist temple. Serenity and grace.There is a long knife on the knee of the stone statue, with almost no decoration, it looks simple and majestic.

"Is that the stone statue of Emperor Jimmu?" Brother Zhong asked in a low voice.

"I don't know!" The priest shook his head: "Some people say it is, and others say it is the stone statue of Gokase Ming. He was the eldest brother of Emperor Jimmu. He was shot by Nagosehiko and died of serious injuries. The emperor inherited After defeating Chang Suiyan, he left his sword with his elder brother to avoid being harassed by local ghosts and gods after his death."

Brother Zhong took a deep breath, took a step forward, knelt down, bowed his head and saluted.

"I want to borrow the sword of the soul of Budu!" After a few minutes of silence, Brother Zhong said, his eyes still stayed on the face of the stone statue and refused to leave, as if he wanted to engrave the face of this strange stone statue on the stone statue. In my own mind: "Whether you are Emperor Shenmu or Gokase Ming, you are all my ancestors and descendants of Amaterasu. My middle brother wants to follow you and turn the land under the sun into A part of the Yamato Kingdom, due to my lack of strength, I hope to lend me this Fudu Soul Sword, and when I fulfill my ambition, I will return the sword and build a bigger shrine to worship you!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and kowtowed twice, then picked up the long sword from the stone statue's knee with both hands, raised it above his head, bowed to the stone statue twice, stood up, tied the long sword around his waist, and turned to face outside the forest. go.

The eldest brother walked out of the dark woods, the sun was shining on his face, and he was a little dizzy for a while. He looked in the direction of Asuka, and saw several thick smoke rising straight into the sky.Brother Zhong quickened his pace, came to his mount, got on the horse, pulled out the long sword and raised it high above his head, and said loudly: "This is Emperor Shenmu's Fudo Yuhun Sword, and it is in my hand now. Look over there There is thick smoke, the rebels are fleeing, hurry up, don't miss the opportunity to make meritorious deeds!" After that, he kicked the horse's belly, and the horse rushed down the mound, and the accompanying guards hurriedly followed. It was like a huge worm slowly moving towards Asuka.

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"Has Saitama left?"

For this answer, Brother Zhong is not surprised at all. He knows how fast he can gather the army. Even if he is in a different place, the only way is to quickly evacuate Asuki to avoid its edge.

"Yes, I got on the boat just last night!" The answerer was an old man in his fifties. Brother Zhong could only recall that he should be a distant relative of Brother Su Wochi, and he should be a mediocre person with little ability. Otherwise, I won't be without a little impression.

"Get on the boat?" Brother Zhong stroked the beard on his chin: "It should have fled to a certain county in the West Country, where she has a lot of manors." He didn't care much about Saitama's escape. He seems to have lost the name of the central government, and there are no outstanding generals around him. Saitama is already in the doldrums. Next, he only needs to give the local Guosi a paperwork to get him to capture Saitama back.

"What about the Tang envoy?" Brother Zhong asked, "Do you know his whereabouts?"

"I don't know!" The old man shook his head blankly: "However, I heard that Empress Saitama named the envoy of the Tang Dynasty as the Minister of Internal Affairs after defeating the rebellious Fu Yu Fengzhang who set fire to the capital a few days ago, Da Ziguan, this is not blind Messing around?"

Hearing the old man's indignant complaints, Brother Zhong couldn't help laughing. In his opinion, this was one of the few wise actions of Saitama. It was a fortune to bring Tang to this side by paying an official position as a minister. It was a good deal, but it was a pity that fortune was on his side. Thinking of this, he reached out and stroked the handle of the knife at his waist.The attendants at the side saw it and hurriedly took the old man down, leaving only a series of complaints.

"Your Majesty!" The deputy general's voice broke Brother Zhong's good mood: "The granary and shipyard have been burned, and the general has sent people to repair it, but it is said that the damage is serious, and I am afraid that not many can be saved! "

"I see!" Brother Zhong nodded: "This is indeed a big trouble. It seems that Qiyu has learned a lot. I will write to the surrounding counties to send some food as soon as possible!"

"I'm afraid it's too late!" The deputy general whispered: "There are at least 3 people under your banner, and it will take at least half a month for the food from the surrounding counties to arrive in Asuka. Requisition!"

"No!" Brother Zhong rejected the suggestion of his subordinates without hesitation: "Those who have food in the capital are either the royal family or nobles, or shrines, Buddhist temples, and collecting food from them will definitely cause big trouble!"

"No! I heard that the rebellious party put grain out for a few days before burning the granary. As long as they are residents of the capital, they can take as much grain as they want! Now even ordinary people in the capital have a lot of grain. We completely These grains can be expropriated!"

"Release the grain before burning the warehouse? This doesn't seem like a solution that Qiyu can come up with!" Brother Zhong frowned: "Could it be the envoy of the Tang Dynasty? Why did he do this? I understand——"

"What's the matter? Is there any mystery here?" the lieutenant asked curiously.

"It's very simple, he wants to stir up conflicts between me and the people in the capital, and force me to quit the capital!"

"How is this possible?" The deputy general laughed: "You have been in power for more than [-] years, and the people of the capital have been greatly favored by you, so how could they object to your ascension to the throne?"

"You still don't understand!" Brother Zhong shook his head: "You immediately send a detachment to occupy Nambatsu. I have an ominous premonition that things may not be that simple!"

In the evening of the next day, Brother Zhong's ominous premonition was confirmed. The detachment sent to occupy Nambajin encountered resistance. And according to the confessions of the local residents, the defenders of Namba Tsugami blocked the river channel not long ago, and drove the ships from various countries to transfer tribute grain to the wharf of Namba Tsu, or drove them back. There are no boats to Asukyokyo today.

"Damn it, it really is! It must be the ghost idea of ​​the Tang envoy!" Brother Zhong angrily swept the pen and ink on the table to the ground, like a gust of wind sweeping across the table, the officers looked at each other and held their breath. Breathe, no one dares to face the wrath of the king.

"His Majesty!"

A few minutes later, the deputy general finally confirmed that Brother Zhong had vented a lot of his anger, and then asked cautiously: "You said just now that this was the idea of ​​the envoys of the Tang Dynasty, and this is because—"

"Because Qiyu is just a cunning little woman, she doesn't know what real military affairs are!" Brother Zhong let out a long breath, suppressed the anger in his chest, and decided to explain his current dangerous situation to his subordinates : "We have now fallen into a big trap woven by the envoys of the Tang Dynasty. We are in a very dangerous situation now! Very dangerous!"

"I still don't quite understand, didn't we just occupy the capital, this is obviously a big victory!" the deputy general asked suspiciously.

"Yes, this is the most dangerous part of this trap!" Brother Zhong smiled wryly: "First of all, I have a large army under my command, and the larger the army, the more food it eats every day. And the granary in the capital has been burned down. And he controlled Nanbajin, the most important channel for transporting grain from various countries to the capital.”

"We can expropriate grain! Didn't he release a lot of grain to the people in advance?" the deputy general asked.

"This is the viciousness of this trap! Do you think you would be willing to hand over the food at this time?"

The officers looked at each other, and someone said: "Of course they are reluctant, but we have [-] troops, so they have to hand in if they are not willing!"

"We have 3 people, but most of these people have taken refuge with me temporarily. After arriving in the capital, I have lost most of their control!" Brother Zhong said: "Do you think that if the grain collection starts? If so, will they only ask for food from ordinary people, and let go of shrines, temples, and other big nobles?"

The officers shook their heads. They all knew that the army in Brother Zhong’s hands was a temporary defection. There was no roster, no military salary, and even no ordinary establishment. The longing for one's own land.Brother Zhong has very limited control over such an army. If it’s just fighting, it’s okay. If it’s food collection, they won’t distinguish between ordinary people and high-ranking households in shrines and temples. They are more likely to take the opportunity to grab a fortune.As a result, of course, the royal family members of the shrines and temples in Asuka Kyung put this account on Brother Zhongda, and turned around and communicated with Saitama secretly, and lost the support of these people. Basin can't stay.

"If we get to that point, we will become rebels!" Brother Zhong said with a gloomy expression, "Do you understand now? The envoys of the Tang Kingdom are turning my army into knives that stab me in the chest. How vicious!"

"Your Majesty, is there no other way?"

"Other ways?" Brother Zhong shook his head: "The only way is to capture Nambatsu and open up the waterway leading to Asuki from other countries. The Nara Basin is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces the sea on one side. The road to transport grain is very rugged! One stone of grain is transported from the near river, and there are less than two buckets left in the bird, and the rest are eaten by the peasants on the road!"

"Then start the attack tomorrow!" An officer said with a smile: "As long as we can win, everything will be fine!"

"Yes, as long as we can win!"

"That is, we have 3 people, and our morale is high. The rebels are only a few thousand at most right now? And they just escaped from the capital, so their morale must be low, and they are definitely not our opponents!"

"Your Majesty, please order, we will definitely take Namba Tsu down!"

Faced with the enthusiastic call for battle from his subordinates, Brother Zhong showed no joy on his face. He shook his head: "You don't understand, according to the military art of the Tang people, you must not do what the enemy wants you to do. Attacking Nambatsu is what the Tang people hoped for." What we do, this battle must be very, very difficult!"

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Namba Tsu.

"Here, and here, the wall doesn't have to be too high, seven feet is enough! Yes, seven feet is enough!" Wang Wenzuo issued orders to the interpreter while inspecting the fortifications.

"Seven feet? Is this short enough?" Saitama asked nervously, "Why not be taller? At seven feet, a woman can turn over!"

"No matter how tall a city is built by people, people can turn it over!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "And we have limited time now, the important thing is to let the enemy shed enough blood!"

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