Fujisaburo and Toranosuke began to spurt blood from their mouths and noses. This was a symptom of their internal organs being punctured. Even though they were just a few bamboo poles, they were as sharp as real knives and guns used on the battlefield.
"Why...you...why..." Toranosuke looked at the ferocious-looking farmers in disbelief. He couldn't figure out why they were attacking him.
But Ryoma Sakamoto in the shrine suddenly had an idea flash in his mind, and thought of a tragedy that happened in Gyeonggi Province more than 200 years ago.
Akechi Mitsuhide was a famous general in Japan's Warring States Period. The first lord he served was Saito Douzan of Mino. Later, he followed Ashikaga Yoshiaki to join Oda Nobunaga, who was often called the Sixth Heavenly Demon King in later generations.
Under the command of Oda Nobunaga, Akechi Mitsuhide made great contributions and was finally sealed in Omi Kingdom. However, this famous general betrayed Oda Nobunaga for various reasons, and a rebellion broke out in Honnoji Temple. Oda Nobunaga betrayed and committed suicide.
But only ten days later, Hideyoshi Hashiba, who was fighting against the Mori family, advanced from the front line for six days and returned to Gyeonggi Province with light equipment. This is known as the "Great Return of China" in history. Of course, this China does not refer to the Ming Dynasty at that time, but to the Ming Dynasty at that time. It refers to China, the territory of the Maori family.
What followed was the famous Battle of Yamazaki. Akechi Mitsuhide was defeated by Hashiba Hideyoshi. The defeated troops protected him and fled to the mountains near Sakamoto Castle. He was then killed by the mountain people. His head was finally dedicated to Hashiba Hideyoshi, who would become Sekihaku in the future. Adult.
Sakamoto Ryoma had lost all his strength due to excessive bleeding. He lay on the ground and burst into tears. He knew what these farmers wanted to do. They just wanted the heads of the two samurai and sold them at a price.
Yes, the evil of human nature can be seen in this. No one knows how much Akechi Mitsuhide's head was sold for in history. It is also unclear whether he was rewarded with several samurai status.
But one thing is for sure, the head of a samurai can certainly be sold for money, and if you get the chance, it can even turn an ordinary farmer into a noble samurai.
In Japan, don't think that only soldiers will massacre ordinary people. When defeated soldiers and samurai are scattered and wounded, they are just fat sheep in the eyes of these farmers.
Sakamoto Ryoma knew that the heads of himself and the two samurai outside would eventually become the trophies of these mountain people. Then they would carefully identify the value of the heads, and then find out who the winner was and then offer their heads in exchange for rewards.
If the winner is in a good mood, he may be rewarded with the status of a samurai. The phenomenon of class solidification in Japan has lasted for more than two hundred years. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to improve their social status. There is no great opportunity. impossible.
And war is the best opportunity to change destiny. Don't say that these mountain people are ignorant. In fact, they are the shrewdest. They are just a little cruel and cold-blooded.
Toranosuke used his last bit of strength to cut off the bamboo spear, and then fell into a pool of blood. He was like a dying tiger, roaring with his last strength.
"Why, our shogunate has been protecting Japan for two hundred years, why do you want to kill me?" The unwillingness and grief in the roar went straight to the sky, and the farmers were so frightened that they retreated one after another, with horror on their faces.
But they don't understand what Toranosuke is saying. No one teaches them morality, and they don't want to learn it. Of course, as a poor person who can't even have a full meal all year round and only has a tattered loincloth on his body, morality is bullshit.
Toranosuke waved his sword desperately, and he cut off the bamboo spear on Touzaburo. When Touzaburo fell into a pool of blood, Toranosuke realized that he had no breath.
"Ah." Toranosuke looked up to the sky and burst into tears. He held Fujisaburo's body and trembled all over. The anger had already swallowed him up.
"Why, why... We risked our lives for Japan, but why did we not die on the battlefield in the end, but I died in the hands of these untouchables... Why."
At that moment, heaven and earth mourned together, and the wind blew loudly in the mountains and forests.
Sakamoto Ryoma burst into tears and shouted, "This is why I want to reform Japan. We can no longer live in such a muddle... How can such an ignorant nation have a future?"
"Child, believe me, we just choose different paths, but our purpose is the same. We all want Japan to be better. Please believe me..."
Some people say that when a person is dying, his mind will be very clear. This is the case with Toranosuke. He had an epiphany before the last drop of blood was shed. He heard the sincerity in Ryoma-kun's voice.
"Ryoma-sama, I was wrong, I should have believed you... We Japanese... are too violent... This will ruin our future..."
After speaking, Toranosuke threw the Chodachi in his hand into the shrine with a backhand, and he pulled out the ribs from his waist: "Good brother, I will cut you off with my last breath. Even if you die, I will not let you die in the hands of a pariah." .”
After saying that, he raised the knife and cut off Fujisaburo's neck, and then stabbed his own belly without any hesitation.
The sharp ribs cut open the belly from top to bottom, and then he endured the severe pain and stabbed it sideways. A perfect cross appeared on the belly, and the internal organs were exposed.
Toranosuke glanced at the frightened mountain people with his eyes like an evil spirit. He asked Ryoma Sakamoto softly, "Is it... beautiful?"
Sakamoto Ryoma knew what he was asking. Toranosuke was asking whether the wound he made was beautiful. A perfect cross wound was the basic requirement for samurai to commit seppuku.
"Hai...it's really perfect...it's a pity that I can't explain your mistake, wuwuwu..." Ryoma-kun knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
"No... I can't make a mistake. Alas... it's such a pity..." Toranosuke used his last bit of strength to lift the bloody ribs and put it on his neck.
"Only... I am the only one... I made a mistake..." He spoke slowly and almost cut off the artery in his ribs. The blood arrow spurted out with a whoosh, and Toranosuke completed a perfect seppuku on his own.
At that time, Toranosuke was only 18 years old and Fujisaburo was only 17 years old. They used their lives to interpret the way they pursued, which was the way of the samurai.
At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was moved. The sun that had just appeared was blood red, and the mountain wind in the mountains roared past, making sounds everywhere, like ghosts crying.
Sakamoto Ryoma was crying, and the mountain people knelt in front of the corpse and kowtowed desperately. They also knew that the two young men in front of them were real warriors, and warriors should be respected.
But what happened next made Ryoma Sakamoto completely furious. He never expected that the mountain people would take out their knives and rush to the body and cut off the flesh.
"Baga, you bunch of beasts..." Sakamoto Ryoma tried to rush out like crazy, but his feet gave out and he fell to the ground. At this moment, his lips were pale, which showed how serious the blood loss was.
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In the fierce mountain wind, Luo Huo and the soldiers of the Ba Dao team he led were the first to rush to the shrine. When they saw everything in front of them, Luo Huo was the first to rush to the edge of the bamboo forest and vomited.
The sword-drawing team members also felt uncomfortable. There were sounds of retching in the team. When the mountain people saw so many soldiers, they turned around and wanted to run away, but Ryoma-kun roared from the shrine.
"Luo Huo, if you let one of them go, I will break off our relationship with you."
The Ba Dao team and other Marine soldiers rushed over with a roar, punching and kicking the mountain people until they were beaten into shape.
Nohira walked up to General Luo Huo and respectfully handed over a kettle: "Sir General, drink some water. This custom does exist in many areas of Japan. They believe that by eating the meat of warriors, they themselves can become warriors." …”
"This kind of thing is rare now, but it was common during the Warring States Period. The flesh and blood of warriors became food for the mountain people, and their heads were enshrined. For them, this is not cruelty, but a kind of faith."
"Fuck, faith." Luo Huo pointed at the corpse that could no longer be seen. His palms twisted and changed many shapes. In the end, he couldn't say anything, turned his head and vomited again.
"Go rescue Lord Ryoma... go find white cloth to wrap these two corpses... tie up these damn untouchables for me... My God, this is faith, what kind of bullshit faith is this."
Luo Huo didn't know that this was really a very old belief in Japan. In real history, in the history without Xiao Letian, these young warriors did not fight bloody battles under Osaka Castle. Their battlefield was in Aizuwakamatsu Castle. inside.
During the Boshin War, these children fought until despair. When the situation was over, the last 20 White Tiger boys committed suicide collectively on the prosperous hilltop. Only one of them survived.
There is such a superstitious belief among the local farmers. They believe that eating the flesh and blood of brave men will make them stronger and protect their descendants. So they ate the flesh and blood of the white tiger boys and put their heads in vessels. Worship.
It was already getting bright at this time, and Xiao Letian quickly arrived at the shrine on a fast horse. When he understood everything, he closed his eyes tightly in discomfort and kept muttering in his mouth.
"History does have its own inertia. Even though I'm here, I can't change everything. What should happen in history will still happen... Damn it, how come things like cannibalism also happen..."
Xiao Letian turned his head and glanced at Songping Rongbao and sighed and said, "Bury these two young men generously. These human-eating beasts will be sacrificed alive to me in front of the young man's grave..."
"It's not over even after they die. We need to find stonemasons to carve kneeling statues of them to atone for their sins in front of the tombs of these two teenagers forever. Moreover, this matter must be engraved into a stone tablet to permanently record this extremely stupid incident."
"Okay, now gather the other White Tiger boys together and investigate immediately. I want to know the ins and outs of the whole thing and go handle it immediately..."
Matsudaira Yongho quickly nodded and accepted the order, "Hai, I'll do it right now..."
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