A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

Standing at the camp gate to give orders

Daerlang listens to root seedlings

Tou Tong Gu Zhan Fan Zao

Two-tone drum tight shirt

Three-way drum knife unsheathed

Four drums hand over the troops

Moving forward, everyone will be rewarded

If you step back, you will inevitably get a knife.

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Today I want to teach you how powerful the Yamauchi army is, which has dominated the Eastern Kingdom for six generations and hundreds of years, winning every battle and being invincible!

At five o'clock in the morning, all the men and horses from each battalion came out of the camp to form an array. Qi Gui tied the Qiancheng gold and bamboo leaf horse tag behind his back, and the two flag-holders on the left and right were pulled with ropes and swaggered out.

It is always necessary to form a full formation and perform together to realize the majesty of the army. Only at this moment can we realize that war is particularly romantic. As the leader of an army, we can look at it with dignity.

Xiaoping has hundreds of steps, making him appear extremely majestic and heroic. The rising sun shines and rubs against it all the time, and the silvery Nanman's body is full, adding a bit of momentum.

Instead of holding a horse and military support, he still held up the green bamboo staff, urged the horse's belly, and leaped into the air in a hundred steps.

All armies and teams can see Xiaoping's heroic appearance. This is only right! The men in the fly camp are arrogantly arranging the scattered spoils of war, like a despicable businessman making calculations, not even half a warrior.

The Ashigaru cheered and looked up, eager for Koheita to lead them to a hearty victory.

The divisions are arranged on the canvas, and the brave soldiers of each team hold wooden poles and bamboo bundles, with their bowed feet behind, and those with long and strong arms behind. The iron cannon crowd blocked the wooden bridge, and the crowd divided into three groups and rode horses to patrol outside the ditch.

Xiao Pingtai personally supervised the team, and the wooden poles were placed. The soldiers in each team who were good at throwing were holding oil cans, big or small, long or short, that had been made overnight. They were sealed with yellow mud and half a can of kerosene.

It was thrown into the town twenty or thirty meters away with a crackle. The oil tank shattered when it hit the ground, and the kerosene splashed everywhere.

It's not that the people on the opposite side don't know what this is, but they are sure that the Yamauchi Army is unwilling to set fire to such a huge town and plunder it, and is ready to use the sweet cake of Menqian Town to constantly hang up the Yamauchi Army and bleed the Yamauchi Army.

But who could have imagined that more than a hundred people died, the Yamauchi army no longer took the bait, and was determined to break through the town and conquer the entire temple.

Now that the kerosene has been thrown over, anyone who is not a fool can understand that the next step is to set a fire. A feeling of fear spread immediately, and many people retreated unconsciously.

But how could Xiao Ping Tai allow them to retreat? Hundreds of people from each team's bows and legs flew into the sky, shooting out fire arrows like rain. The sky was dry and there was no rain, so as soon as it stuck, the fences, trees, and machi houses beside the ditch burst into flames in an instant.

Unable to retreat, the crowd even got stuck on sparks and rolled upside down on the ground, howling miserably.

When a fire broke out in the town, people rushed out to try to put out the fire. How could Mrs. Xiao Ping tolerate them like this? On the one hand, she ordered the bows and legs to diffuse, and at the same time, she ordered the iron cannons blocking the bridge to fire along the canal to intimidate the crowd.

Once the fire is started, it can't be extinguished so easily. If a group of soldiers were soldiers with strict orders and neat ranks, it would be possible to demolish their houses to isolate themselves from the fire.

But after all, they are a mixed bunch, with some advancing and others retreating. Their organization is weak and they lack grassroots officers. It was impossible to save the fire and it became more and more intense.

A group of people trapped in the fire climbed over the ditch and tried to escape. On horseback, the public received orders from Xiao Pingtai and patrolled along the canal. If there was an exposed head, they would go up and cut off the head with a knife.

People chopped down horses and trampled them, forcing the crowd who crossed the canal to return to the flaming hell. If anyone stays in the canal and refuses to return to the town, he must be greeted with a burst of iron cannons, bows and arrows.

Anyway, not a single member of the crowd was allowed to escape from the fire scene, so they were forced to approach Benzheng Temple in groups. Uncle Tsuna Liang took charge of the offensive at the bridge. Everyone covered their faces with wet cotton and rushed into the bridge.

When the crowd is in chaos, there is no strength to resist. The big bronze bell in Honzheng Temple rang loudly, calling on believers to stand firm and hinder the Yamauchi army's attack.

But once the army collapsed, the mountains collapsed and the sea collapsed!

The crowd in the town were like headless flies, unable to get out of the town, so they turned around and retreated to Honjoji Temple.

The Yamauchi army added fuel to the flames, setting fires along the ditches, and would not stop until the entire Monzen Town was burned down. The billowing black smoke shot straight into the sky, and it was clearly visible everywhere within ten miles.

"Very good, each team will guard the ditch. When the fire is extinguished in the afternoon, we will jointly attack Benshan Benzheng Temple."

Xiao Pingtai stood under the golden bamboo leaf horse mark, his face was red from the scorching fire, and he was actually sweating in the early spring days, but he still stared at the battle situation closely.

When a fire breaks out, everyone is doomed to fail, and there is no chance of salvation.

"What a big firework!"

"Isn't it? It's worth at least a thousand gold!"

Uncle Tsunaliang, with a lot of soot on his head and face, rode back to the main team. It was obvious that he was still somewhat reluctant to set fire to such a prosperous and prosperous town.

However, these people have always tried to persuade the public to resist Master Wang again and again. So naturally, when the heavenly soldiers arrive, all jade and stone will be destroyed.

"I'm afraid even the thousand-dollar fireworks on the Kamo River in Luojing can't compare to this price. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

After receiving the wet cotton cloth from his family, Uncle Tsunliang took off his helmet and wiped his face randomly.

"This is just a small head. The big head is all in Benzheng Temple. When the time comes, it will not only be a thousand strings, but five thousand strings may be possible."

It was an indescribable feeling to look at the fire in front of me, as well as the crackling sounds of burning and the miserable howls of the people trapped in the fire.

Koheta was not worried at all that the fire in the town would affect Honjoji Temple. Normally, a fire like this sweeping through a town would be almost impossible to extinguish manually.

In the United States, Canada, and in Nagada in the northeastern part of our country, fires in the forests have burned out, covering dozens or hundreds of square kilometers. Sometimes it is useless to open up hundreds of meters of isolation zone, the fire will jump over it while curling up. (I really don’t understand the principle. Fire tornado? Or what? It’s not easy to extinguish anyway.)

But Honjoji Temple may have noticed this intentionally or unintentionally when designing and constructing it. The section from Monzen Town to the main part of the temple is about 200 meters long, with a three- to four-meter-wide water channel in the middle.

There is only the mountain gate of a temple between the two, and there are no other buildings. The fire in the town has nothing to do even if it wants to burn into the temple. It cannot be that this fire can really fly.

If he could fly 200 meters and burn into Honzhengji Temple, then Xiaoping Tai would just play with his hands, and now he could pack his bags and go back to the mountains.

"The fire won't spread into the temple, right?" Uncle Tsunaliang looked at the fire, a little worried.

"Don't worry, it won't happen for sure!"

"Uncle, please send an order to all the teams to retreat. This fire will burn for at least two or three hours. Let him burn it out."

"good!"

The Benzheng Temple in Sanhe Kingdom was founded by Master Yuan, who propagated the Dharma, and was greatly expanded by Master Lianru. Several generations of Benzheng Temple officials have worked hard to manage it. The town that had grown to its current size was completely destroyed in the fire.