"We have no shortage of officers as generals!"
Hou Jing answered with a smile, making everyone around him laugh.
Seeing that Zhu Jinghong did not deny it, the Zhen family girl really had no choice.
When the girl from the Zhen family was at a loss what to do, she heard Zhu Jinghong say: "We are going to Yixing. If you are willing, you can follow us!"
This was finally a solution. At this moment, Zhu Jinghong didn't want to say any more and waved his hand to Hou Jing to take him down.
The team rested for half an hour. During this period, villagers appeared one after another. They all had the same intention as the girl from the Zhen family. They wanted to follow the army and live in peace.
In fact, there is no need to do this. They only need to go east to be safe. Unfortunately, the people don't believe it at all.
There is no other way. If these people want to follow, they can only follow. At worst, they will go to Yixing together.
In the past two days, there were many people accompanying him, and they would not leave when they encountered the city. Zhu Jinghong was not afraid of being a burden.
The team set off again, heading towards Yixing.
But Zhu Jinghong didn't know that they were already being targeted.
Five miles apart from their team, there was a young man wearing Japanese armor, observing the situation with a telescope.
"Haha... The Ming Emperor's son uses his head as a drinking vessel. Who can compare to me in Fusang?" the young man laughed wildly.
He spoke in Japanese, which showed that this boy was a real Japanese.
"Young Master, your Majesty, your ministers, and others have tried their best to save us. Now we have finally broken through the encirclement. Young Master must not put ourselves in danger!" the general on the side advised.
"It's just a matter of convenience. Don't you know how weak the Ming Dynasty's army is?" The young man didn't care.
In his opinion, the Ming Dynasty's guard army was just rubbish. They were surrounded by several times the number of troops, but they were not allowed to break out.
"Young Master, there are a thousand people on the other side. We don't have enough troops..."
Before the man could finish his words, the young man said solemnly: "Yamamoto-kun, a true samurai is fearless!"
Seeing his young and frivolous look, Yamamoto Zhuo knew that it was useless no matter how much he said.
"Let our people speed up, make a surprise attack in the woods ahead, catch the prince and then retreat!"
"yes!"
The order had been issued, and all the high-ranking warriors had been encouraged. Yamamoto Zhuo could only carry it out seriously and try his best to make the attack successful.
Both sides acted independently, but unfortunately the "young master" was still too young and imagined things too simply.
When they approached two miles away, they were discovered by Zhu Jinghong's scouts.
"There are only four or five hundred people? You dare to bite them?"
Zhu Jinghong was a little surprised. He really didn't take him seriously.
Of course, this is also in line with the usual style of Japanese pirates, just because these people can really fight hard.
"Thirteenth Master, what should I do?" Qian Hu, the leader of the banner guard, showed no concern.
As one of the twenty-two guards of the pro-army, the flag-bearing guard is now mainly responsible for the guard of honor and has no combat experience at all.
"What to do? Of course, the soldiers will come to block it, and the water will come to cover it up!" Zhu Jinghong said solemnly.
"Zhang Qianhu, what do you say?"
Zhang Qianhu, who was pointed out by Zhu Jinghong, came from the Qianhu Guard Station and had relatively more combat experience.
"Thirteenth Master, the two armies are now very close to each other. If we retreat and are overtaken by them, we will be in a passive position..."
So what Zhang Qianhu meant was to fight against the Japanese pirates. It was better to strike first than to be beaten passively.
This is also in line with Zhu Jinghong's thoughts. Although he was frightened by the last attack, it does not mean that he has lost the courage to fight.
Zhu Jinghong couldn't explain why he was in this state of mind. Logically speaking, he was relatively "cowardly" in his previous life.
After thinking about it, there is only one explanation. He was influenced by his predecessor.
"Then prepare to fight and let the people evacuate first!"
"yes!"
After Zhu Jinghong's order was conveyed, the army began to change its formation, and the direction of the formation was towards the Japanese pirates.
The people who learned about the situation were obedient and evacuated southward, which was the direction of Yixing City.
On the other side, the Japanese pirates discovered the Ming army's actions, and naturally there was no need to sneak away.
Okamoto Masahide summoned his subordinates and expressed his intention to confront the Ming army head-on.
Originally, the probability of winning by sneak attack was very small, but now we have to choose to be tough. Isn't this asking for trouble?
"Young Master, you must not do this!"
Okamoto Masahide said coldly: "Yamamoto-kun, if you are afraid, you can leave. I will not blame you!"
The people following him at this moment were all elites selected from the Japanese pirates, and he had absolute confidence in himself.
At this time, a scout came to report: "Young Master, the Ming army has approached our army!"
"They have already pressed forward. If we retreat at this time, we will be chased and fiercely attacked by the Ming army. This battle will be impossible without a fight!"
Okamoto Masahide's judgment was correct. Now that the two armies were so close to each other, the battle was indeed inevitable.
"Array to respond..."
Similar to the Ming army, the Japanese pirates were said to have crossbowmen standing in front, and sword and shield soldiers behind them.
In a battle of this scale, there is basically no maneuverability. It is nothing more than shooting at each other and then engaging in hand-to-hand combat.
The competition is about momentum. Whoever is afraid will collapse and then be chased and beaten.
The two armies gradually approached, and soon they were only four to five hundred meters apart, and both sides could see each other's figures.
The distance is getting closer, the war is about to break out, and the wilderness seems particularly peaceful.
In comparison, the troops in front of Zhu Jinghong obviously did not cooperate well enough, especially the sergeants of the standard guard who were even more disorganized.
Of course, their equipment is first-rate and can make up for their lack of combat experience.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, one hundred feet, seventy feet, fifty feet...
At the rear of the Ming army, Zhu Jinghong had already drawn his bow and arrow, aiming at Yamamoto Zhuo in the Japanese pirate team.
This guy is old enough and is in the middle of the team. In Zhu Jinghong's opinion, he is the leader, so he plans to snipe him after entering the shooting range.
The hard bow he holds in his hand is definitely the most powerful long-range weapon on the battlefield. It can be used as a sniper rifle without any problem.
Forty-five feet, forty feet, thirty-seven feet...
The distance is getting closer and closer, both sides are moving slower and slower, and they are already best prepared to face the rain of arrows.
"Tell me, can my arrow hit the target?"
Before anyone could answer, Zhu Jinghong had loosened his bow string, and the arrow flew straight to the opposite side.
Yamamoto Zhuo only heard the sound of breaking through the air, and then felt a sharp pain in his throat. When he lowered his head, he saw the feathers at the tail of the arrow.
He was actually shot through the throat by an arrow!
"Low...Low..."
Looking at Masahide Okamoto aside, Tsutomu Yamamoto wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word.
The next moment, he fell down and fell off his horse. Next to him, Okamoto Masahide was so shocked that he didn't recover for a few breaths.
Although he despises Yamamoto Zhuo for being timid, he also knows that the other person is for his own good and is the closest person in this land.
But now, before the battle begins, this close relative is dead.
"Yamamoto-kun, I will avenge you!"
Just after Masahide Okamoto said this, someone on his left screamed again, and he saw that this person was also shot through the throat with an arrow.
I just heard someone yelling: "Young Master, there is a sharpshooter on the other side, be careful!"
At this moment, within the Ming army, as Zhu Jinghong shot two people in succession, and seemingly killed the opponent's main and deputy generals, the morale was high for a while.
"The Thirteenth Master is mighty..."
"The Thirteenth Master is mighty..."
This is not the first time Zhu Jinghong has killed an enemy, so he behaves extremely calmly at this moment.
"Everyone... the Japanese pirates are killing the people, killing my compatriots, slaughtering them!"
There are not too many fancy words, but it boosts morale at this moment.
"Kill them!"
An officer followed and roared, and then the soldiers also roared angrily, as if they had the same enemy and united as one.
"Fire arrows..."
(End of chapter)
