A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

"Whose is it? How to divide it?"

I don’t know who said this, but it’s what everyone wants to ask.

"Yes, how do you calculate it?" Iwase Motomasa held his spear and was a little out of breath, but his face was flushed and he was very excited.

Everyone gathered in a circle, you looked at me, I looked at you, a head worth at least a thousand guan was lying there. No one is exempt from the vulgarity, everyone's mouth is dry and their heartbeat is racing.

Imakawa Yoshitsune, who had just arrived, was unable to participate in the carnival. He squeezed into the crowd, poked his head around, and looked left and right.

Everyone was in a moment of silence, because the stimulation of Qian Guan Zhi Xing was too great, and they were still thinking about how to divide the work.

Imagawa Yoshiuchi asked: "Is this the Takeda Nomon stable? Who asked for it?"

No one answered, because they didn’t know how to distinguish it yet, so if they rashly said it was their own words, everyone would be embarrassed.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Imagawa Yoshiuchi untied his pocket and handed it to an infantryman behind him. After saying that, he squatted down, put his hands together, and recited Namo Amitabha.

"How old is Noritake Takeda?" Imagawa Yoshichichi uncovered the ghost face and felt something was wrong, where his hand stopped.

"Thirty-four? Thirty-five? Almost." Xiao Pingtai recalled it in his mind.

"Could fighting too hard make someone age ten years in a day?" Imagawa Yoshichichi was a little unbelievable.

"Huh?" Xiao Pingtai felt something was wrong.

I quickly stepped forward and took a look. It was clearly a face in his forties or even fifties, and he looked nothing like Takeda Harunobu!

"Fell into a trap!" There was a bang in my head!

"This is not Takeda Noriya!" Koheta's feet suddenly went weak, and when the excitement passed, he collapsed.

"What?" "Impossible!" "What's going on?" "Who is it!".

Chaotic shouts came one after another, and the surrounding warriors crowded in. Imagawa Yoshiuchi took off the white bear fur bag on the corpse, and the braids were messy, even with white hair. 【Note 1】

This is not a strong warrior in his thirties, but a middle-aged and elderly warrior in his fifties!

"Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep," someone sat on the ground and cursed.

Some people's complexions quickly turned gray, but of course no one cried. After all, it was already embarrassing to cry in mourning, and the samurai would be laughed at if he cried again.

"Who caught Ikuchi! Go and ask! Is there any Ikuchi from the Takeda Norima Team?" Imai Meigoro raised his head and asked the soldiers approaching from the left and right.

Soon, several Takeda Army soldiers who had been stripped down to their crotch cloths and inner clothes were pushed and rushed over. Their faces were full of fear and uneasiness, full of doubts about their unknown fate.

"Look! Who is this! The one who speaks out first will be rewarded with two liters of rice and released to Kai! Anyone who deliberately conceals it will be executed immediately!" Xiaoping was too intimidating and tempting.

Several shivering Takeda soldiers (actually half of them were cold) went up to take a look and shook their heads. There was only one kid who was the shortest, maybe only 1.35 meters tall, shorter than Xiao Pingtai, and said he seemed to know him.

"Who is it?" Imai Minggoro asked sharply.

"It seems that he is the lieutenant of Master Dian Mang. I saw him standing next to Master Dian Mang when he was holding the flag." That person was a small flag holder. He may have been just fifteen this year, and he was forced to serve as a soldier.

"Give him two liters of rice and a piece of clothing and let him go!" Xiaoping was true to his word.

The little flag expressed a thousand thanks and was untied. He was holding a piece of clothing ripped off an unknown dead person and wrapped two liters of rice. He jumped faster than a monkey and disappeared in a flash.

"Do you know who this is!" Although it has been confirmed that it is not Takeda Nobushige and everyone has given up, they still need to know and seek clarification.

"The villain knows, the villain knows!" With the example in front, someone finally spoke.

"It's Lord Imai Imofukusai!" Although they knew he was just an ordinary samurai, everyone was still inexplicably unhappy after hearing this.

Xiaopingtai waved his hand and asked people to drag these strangers down. "My lord promised to let me go! My lord, please spare my life!"

Who cares about him? He only lets the first person say it after he has agreed. Who tells him not to say anything even though he knows it well?

Everyone knew that this was just a lack of interest among Takeda clan generals, and no one was fighting for the head. They loaded up the body and transported it back to the formation, and let the troops of the formation examine the wounds before making a judgment.

After Takeda's left wing collapsed, Takeda Harunobu of our team made a prompt decision and led the right wing and our team to retreat in an orderly manner.

Morokaku Bungo Moritora Sada, who was friends with Takeda Nobushige, heard the cry for Takeda Norihara to be killed on the battlefield. He thought it was because he failed to break through the obstruction of the Yamauchi army, so he invited himself to the rear, and actually rushed towards him in a suicidal manner. The Yamauchi army was quickly killed.

Sanzhi Kanjie was led by Morunao and more than 100 people to block the pursuit of Yamauchi's army. More than 100 Yamauchi Yoshikatsu rode on the formation and directly demanded death.

However, the main force of the Takeda Army completely withdrew across the Chikuma River. Apart from the massive defeat of the left wing, the losses were minimal, with only 300 people standing in the sky.

Both the Yamauchi Army and the Uesugi Army were exhausted from the day and were unable to fight at night. Takeda Harunobu retreated and was naturally happy to end the battle.

The manhunt of Takeda's left wing continued until late at night. In the end, about 600 people were killed on the left wing. In total, the Takeda army lost 900 people. It was only a little painful for the huge Takeda army.

The Yamauchi army lost two to three hundred, and the Uesugi army almost fought alone against the Murakami army and lost more than 400. However, the Murakami family killed more than 1,700 people, and dozens of capable samurai died. The ball is considered completed, and the ball is considered completed even if Murakami Yoshikiyo is alive.

All in all, a great victory, needless to say!

"As long as Zhou's defensive movements are confirmed, this battle will be completely over."

"That's it. Fortunately, I have lived up to His Highness's great trust!" Uesugi Teruhu raised his whip and bowed to Kyoto in the southwest.

"Father, adopted brother!" Yamauchi Yoshikatsu had been fighting for a day, and he was still very energetic at the moment. He came in to pay homage to Yamauchi Yoshiharu and Uesugi Terutora. The two of them nodded slightly to him.

"By the way, on the way to attack Takeda Daisen, we also ran into the fleeing Murakami Suki."

Yamauchi Yoshikatsu mentioned it casually.

"Where is the head?" Yamauchi Yoshiharu and Uesugi Teruhu said in unison.

[Note 1]: There is a misleading point here. The name Jinfuzhai is the name after becoming a monk. So why does he still have hair?

This is actually very normal. Some people always think that to become a monk, you must shave your head. Ordinary novice monks are naturally bald, but these warriors are actually just monks. Although some people actually shaved their heads, many samurai simply cut off the braid that entangled their hair and became a monk.

Anyway, it’s just a form. The most typical example is Hiroshi Shido, the elder of the Mori family. He became a monk, but he still retained a portrait of his old age with disheveled hair.