"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva... Om, Bo La Mo Lin Tuo Ning, Sa Po He..."
In the castle tower of Osaka Castle, Tokugawa Yingxi sat cross-legged on the tatami with a string of rosary beads in his hand. In front of him was the open sliding wooden door, where he could have an unobstructed view of the battlefield in the distance.
The general is chanting sutras and praying for those who died. In Japanese Buddhism, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is very respected. There are two stone-carved Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas on the mountain post roads everywhere. People will worship him when they pass by. Pray for the blessing of Bodhisattva.
Perhaps because of the Japanese Bushido spirit's admiration for death, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who is in charge of hell, is closer to them. These warriors and generals who died on the battlefield also hope to be blessed by the Bodhisattva.
The four hundred warriors had completed their mission. The royal banner had been trampled on the ground and even cut into pieces by the ribs. The glory of the coalition had been severely trampled on the ground, but there were only a little over two hundred of these dead warriors left.
Surrounded by the coalition soldiers rushing up like waves, they seemed to have forgotten that they had foreign guns in their hands. They only knew how to kill these rebellious soldiers with the cold weapons in their hands, as if this could relieve the pain in their hearts. That breath is the same.
"The Xuanwu team's jade is broken here."
"The Suzaku team's jade is shattered here."
"The general's bodyguards are broken here."
The two hundred Tokugawa samurai defended their loyalty with their lives, and death fulfilled the samurai way they insisted on in their hearts. They leaned on their shoulders and formed a circular formation on the earth platform. The swords danced like the wind, and the rushing ones The enemy troops were killed and pushed wave after wave.
"Come on, come on...you cowards...the cowards of the Western Kingdom let you have a taste of the power of the Eastern Kingdom's warriors."
"How come the two hundred years of grace from the shogunate have created a bunch of rebellious people like you, killing and killing."
The samurai were all killed into blood gourds. The Japanese tachi adhered to the secret method of the Tang sword and was the world's famous cold weapon king. But now, even the tachi made by these famous craftsmen have been broken countless times.
"Without the sword, we still have ribs. Without ribs, we still have fists. Come on, let this battle go down in history forever, and our names will be remembered forever by future generations."
At this time, the more than a thousand musketeers were also going crazy. The four hundred warriors in front were encouraging them. Their blood was boiling at this moment. No one turned around and ran away. They actually rushed into the gap in the camp.
"We charged out together. If we must die, we will die together. Let's join together and let our troops unite." However, the musketeers did not play any role in close combat. Their sacrifices only added a few more points to the entire battle. Except for the tragic color, it has no effect.
No, their sacrifices still had an effect. Their deaths inspired the morale of the entire Osaka City garrison. Now the entire city's 10,000 soldiers suddenly roared collectively and rhythmically.
"Hoho...ha, hoho...ha." Every time they roared, they would beat their armors with weapons. The whole city was enveloped in this tragic atmosphere, and the soldiers' eyes were filled with grief and anger.
The musketeers were soon submerged in the crowd, and the warrior formation was compressed smaller and smaller. Many injured warriors were dragged into the crowd by the coalition soldiers and were cut into pieces alive.
The murderous aura of grief and anger rushed into the sky, the sky and the earth were weeping, and a cloud began to cover the sun. In a dense forest to the east of the battlefield, several intelligence agents from the execution hall were paying attention to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain with binoculars. Behind them lay several Ninjas, depending on their attire, may be from the Allied Forces or from the Shogunate.
"Hey, dear, these Japanese are so crazy. Why don't the coalition forces use foreign guns? They can just use bows and arrows to fire a volley." A torture officer, oh no, no, it should be called the CIA now, Xiao Letian said at the beginning of the year It directly plagiarized the name of this famous institution in later generations.
The CIA is still in charge of Wang Huaiyuan. In the Qing Dynasty alone, it has ten intelligence branches including Northwest, Southwest, Hunan, Guangxi, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Fujian and Taiwan, North China, Gyeonggi, Guanwai, and Mongolia. The number of domestic intelligence personnel has approached 100,000.
The area that Wang Huaiyuan was responsible for was not only within the Qing Dynasty. North Korea, Japan, and the Russian Far East Branch were also under his management. The intelligence agencies in Ryukyu, Southeast Asia, the Indian Ocean, North America, and Europe were all directly managed by Xiao Letian.
Xiao Letian's emphasis on intelligence work has reached a perverted level. Maybe it's because of his status as a time traveler, or because he has tasted the sweetness of predicting the future. Therefore, in Xiao Letian's strategy, intelligence work is even more important than the construction of the new army. All are important.
Now the CIA's annual allocation has reached a scale of four million dragon-patterned silver coins. At that time, only the British Empire could compete with this. Thanks to the huge profits from the silver trade and privately minted silver coins, otherwise it would really not be able to sustain it. Let’s start this scene.
There is no free money in the world. With the support of huge funds, the Intelligence Bureau has penetrated Japan to the extreme. No one knows how many spies are hidden in Japan's mountains and rivers.
Traveling monks, trafficking merchants, stevedores at the dock, singing and dancing geishas, and those down-and-out wild samurai and ninjas... No one can tell that those people here are Xiao Letian's spies.
The four feudal lords did not know that there were still 5,000 more elite new troops hidden in Hokkaido, which was the trump card of the Tokugawa family. They also did not know that 10,000 new troops had been trained in Aizu Wakamatsu City, and none of these could escape Xiao Letian's control. Eyes, it is precisely because of the massive intelligence support that Xiao Letian, Pierre and others can judge the enemy's plan so accurately.
There were more observation posts around the Osaka battlefield. The novice intelligence officer’s question made everyone present scoff. “You are too young. You don’t understand what Japanese Bushido is all about. People who adhere to this spirit are sometimes very cunning. Sometimes it’s silly.”
"The Japanese generals have a very sophisticated understanding of tactics. Take a look at the Tokugawa family's tactics. They use deception to the extreme, and they are really willing to lay bait. Now that the Allied Forces have been controlled by him, if the Prime Minister If we don’t take action, I think the coalition will definitely lose this time.”
"Tactical cunning cannot cover up the fact that the Bushido spirit is too fanatical. Look at the destruction of the imperial banner now. The coalition forces have gone completely crazy. It's not that they don't know how useful foreign guns and bows and arrows are, but that they have to use this kind of hand blade. The enemy’s way of atonement for the Emperor.”
"Understand, they think that the dignity of the samurai has fallen into the quagmire with the falling of the royal banner. They must use their blood to prove that they are still a brave samurai... Rather than atone for the emperor's sins, they are doing it for the emperor. The spiritual atonement of Bushido is not as good as atonement for the fear in their hearts.”
"Fear." Several new intelligence officers around him asked in confusion.
The leading intelligence officer said with a sneer, "I have been doing business with maritime merchants since I was a child. I have made countless trips from Jiangnan to Japan. At that time, I had some insights into this group of Japanese... A person who has been How could a nation plagued by typhoons, earthquakes, volcanoes, wars and hunger not have fear in their hearts?"
"No one in Japan knows what their future will be like. Even if you are a famous person, a natural disaster or a war will defeat them. Therefore, they have an insecurity in their bones, which is a fear of not being able to survive. …”
"Later, I was fortunate enough to attend the Prime Minister's small classes three times. Important backbones of our Japanese Intelligence Agency gathered together to listen to the Prime Minister's explanations. Only then did I understand where this crazy Bushido of the Japanese came from."
"The Prime Minister said that the madness of Bushido is actually the convergence of all the fear factors in the hearts of the Japanese. They cannot change the cruel natural environment of this island. In history, Japan's two attempts to attack the mainland were also crushed by the Central Plains civilization... Since If you can't change the environment, then Japan can only change yourself..."
"Why should you smile at death? It's because even if you don't smile, the earthquake on this broken island may bury you someday. Fear is also a day, and laughing is also a day. Since death is unavoidable, then To force yourself to laugh at death and overcome fear are survival skills that every Japanese samurai must learn..."
"Because the Japanese have no way out. Their bodies are already soaked in hell. Do they want to let their hearts be soaked in hell too?"
"Did you see it? These crazy soldiers have already begun to kill the dead Tokugawa soldiers. The corpses turned into pieces of minced meat mixed with mud and were stepped on under their feet. Only by doing this can they wash away their hearts after losing the imperial banner. The guilt and fear..."
"Only in this way can we deceive our own hearts and make them feel more comfortable for the rest of their lives..."
Several intelligence officers looked at the intelligence officer who commanded him with great admiration. They thought to themselves that no wonder he was the leader. He had a higher vision than us.
The intelligence officer said with a blushing face, "I am just speculating and selling now. I just received the training last month. How can the truth coming out of the Prime Minister's mouth be bad?"
"Oh, look, the Royal Brocade Banner has been breached. It's a massacre. This is a one-sided massacre... Quick, quick, quick, send a signal to the sea..."
The camp of the overthrown coalition forces has now become a Shura hell. All the musketeers were trapped in the crowd. The angry and roaring coalition soldiers grabbed every Tokugawa dead soldier and stabbed them with various weapons, even with their teeth. Bite and tear with your hands.
Those warriors who damaged the royal banner were punished in the most horrific way. In the early morning, their flesh and blood were cut into pieces with knives. Some even grabbed human flesh and stuffed it into their mouths.
"My little island's fierce jade is shattered here... Team Xuanwu is loyal to our lord."
"My Qianjiang Erlang jade is broken here...the Suzaku team has been loyal to the lord."
"The Tokugawa Tamura jade is broken here...the shogun's personal guard...have served their lord faithfully."
In the rolling crowd, the struggling samurai shouted the last words of his life and was swallowed up. All three thousand dead soldiers of the Tokugawa army were shattered under the imperial banner.
Tears rolled down Tokugawa Keiki's face. He knelt on the ground and bowed his head to the deceased, "Hai... I, Tokugawa Keiki, accept your loyalty on behalf of the shogunate. Please feel free to pass away. You have become gods..." This book was first published from, be the first to see the genuine content!
