A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

The Sun Tzu Siru banner and the Suwa upper and lower Daimyojin banners on the top of Cangsheng Mountain were brought down one after another, and the battlefield was filled with cheering Yamauchi Army soldiers. The shouts of victory surged from the other end of the mountain to the other end of the mountain. The last surviving Iitomi military unit of the Takeda clan also brought down their horses and embraced Iitomi Komasa and Takeda Taro to evacuate quickly, breaking away from the enemy. Contact with the Yamauchi Army.

Accepting the gaze of more than 10,000 people on the battlefield, Yamauchi Yoshiharu transformed into a god that attracted everyone's attention, and led his soldiers to an extremely brilliant victory. And when he brings the original team back to the mountain, it will be nothing more than a double victory.

He was riding a horse, and the two large flags, the white flag representing the direct line of the Seiwa Genji clan and the futibiki flag representing the Ashikaga clan of the Kawachi Genji clan, were held high by the samurai holding the flags. The fluttering horse mark stood tall in the hunting north wind, indicating that Yamauchi Yoshiharu finally won the final victory in the Uedahara battle.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu, escorted by more than a dozen capable Hatamoto warriors, slowly inspected the battlefield. While he was enjoying the admiration of the soldiers, he was also experiencing the heavy losses.

The entire battlefield was now a shura hell, with thousands of corpses of both the enemy and ourselves falling to the ground in various states. The ownerless horses neighed slightly, the broken swords and guns were stained with blood, and from time to time there were wails and screams. The entire Uedahara showed the brutality of the war. This bloodthirsty monster once again devoured thousands of good lives. He moistened the ground beneath his feet with countless blood and grease, pushing the wheels of history forward.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu looked with sorrow on his face as he watched the samurai, Feng Gong, and Ashigaru whom he was once familiar with fall on the ground with a little bit of snow. The dirty muddy water and blood were mixed together. The loyal and brave Yamauchi Army soldiers fell one after another. On the way to attack the Takeda main formation.

At this time, Yamauchi Yoshiharu's joy of victory had long been diluted. He suddenly saw a seriously injured team leader, and was very impressed, so he quickly jumped off the horse.

The ashigaru captain had a long arrow stuck in his chest, but it was not fatally injured. After all, the armor on this samurai still had some defense, and the main wound was elsewhere. An ashigaru next to him was trying to help him stop the blood gushing from his waist.

Yamauchi Yoshihiro remembered that this was Murakami Yoshihiro, who was born in Murakami Township, a higher-level county, even though his ancestors and Murakami Akikuni were of the same clan. It is also one of the great surnames born from the Murakami family in Shinano, but the Murakami family is extremely fertile. There are Murakami concubines from Echigo to Mikawa, which cannot be compared with the powerful and powerful Murakami Yoshikiyo of 80,000 kan.

This Murakami Yoshihiro is just a mere 60-gun ashigaru leader, at the bottom of the samurai class. He only has 45 cavalry commanders, Inashi ashigaru, to fight on the right wing of Uncle Tsuna's commando team.

This kind of low-level samurai is the real situation of most samurai. Their salary is neither microblog nor rich. He has practiced various martial arts since childhood, including swords, guns, sticks, bows and arrows, equestrianism, climbing and swimming. For more than ten years, he worked hard for famous people, big and small. During battles, he would bring a dozen to dozens of ashigaru with him to serve as grassroots officers, charging in front and retreating behind. If you can achieve the feat of capturing an enemy general, you still have a chance to stand out, but more often than not, you will end up as an unknown person like this Murakami leader and fall down on the battlefield and be gradually forgotten by future generations.

Yamauchi Yoshihiro gently lifted up the Ashigaru team leader and told people to find his doctor quickly. This Murakami Yoshihiro had been his own guard for the Ashigaru team when he was young, so he had a marriage. Regardless of the kindness of a woman or the courtesy of a corporal, Yamauchi Yoshiharu could not see an old acquaintance die in such a miserable way in front of him.

The samurai named Murakami Yoshihiro obviously knew that he was in trouble. When he saw his immediate boss, he used all his strength to hold Yamauchi Yoshihiro's hand and refused to let go. Blood was dripping from his mouth. Yamauchi Yoshiji told him to stop talking. The man pointed at the ashigaru who was accompanying him.

Only then did everyone realize that he was a very young boy with a childish look on his face. It was only because he was tall that no one noticed his youth. At this time, the boy had tears all over his face, calling for his father softly, choking with sobs.

Even now, who can still fail to tell that they are a father and son? "What's your name?" Yamauchi Yoshiharu looked sad.

"My name is Yoshimitsu." The ashigaru replied intermittently.

"From now on, you join the Hata clan from the Ashigaru clan. I will give you a hundred years of salary first. Your father fought bravely and was loyal and heroic. He should not have a crying son!" After Yamauchi Yoshiharu finished speaking, the samurai finally He took his last breath and smiled.

"Control your father, and then report to Lieutenant Zikojizaemon." The young samurai named Murakami Yoshimitsu nodded seriously.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu walked slower and slower, constantly stopping in his tracks. From Sanchuan to Cangsheng Mountain, there were corpses of Yamauchi soldiers along the way. He saw countless familiar faces, which were once so fresh and beautiful. Now there are only gray and blood red left. The gray is the face that once admired him so much, and the blood red is the shiny armor. Every loyal soldier has lost his precious life and died for him, Yoshiharu Yamauchi.

In this way, Yamauchi Yoshiji climbed Cangsheng Mountain. All the famous officials and generals of the Yamauchi clan gathered around him and happily wished Yamauchi Yoshiji a long military career.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu sat on Takeda Harunobu's horse with an expressionless expression, and asked the Yamauchi generals to dispatch soldiers to chase and kill the defeated Takeda army and the fleeing Takeda warriors, and encouraged nearby villages to start hunting for fallen warriors and set up rewards.

The village chiefs of more than a dozen villages near the Uedahara battlefield had long prepared the victory's contribution. Seeing that the battlefield had calmed down a bit, they all plucked up their courage, and dozens of farmers from all over the country, carrying sake, rice balls, pickled radish, and fruits, came to ask for an audience with Yamauchi Yoshiharu.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu solemnly received these humble farmers who came to congratulate the victors, and promised never to launch random arrests or human hunting in their villages. The farmers in these nearby villages knelt on the ground with gratitude, praising Yamauchi Yoshiharu and the majestic army under his command in all the words they could think of. Yamauchi Yoshiharu listened to the group, showed his authority as the new lord, and then waved his hand for these village chiefs to resign. These people immediately faced Yamauchi Yoshiharu, bowed behind them and exited the tent.

The Uedahara War came to an end, and the Yamauchi clan achieved an unprecedented and brilliant victory.

Yamauchi Yoshikatsu was still upset about not being able to kill Takeda Harunobu with the formation: "Father, you must not hesitate, you must take advantage of the victory to attack Suwa-Kai. If you don't kill the tiger, you will suffer the backlash!"