The background of the million-koku daimyo is indeed extraordinary. Half of the team that greeted Dragon Lord were armored samurai, and the gun-wielding ashigaru were not even qualified to hold a torch.
The people of Kanazawa Castle watched in horror from a distance as the daimyo greeted the imperial envoys from the kingdom. Ashigaru lined up in long lines to block the crazy wild samurai.
"Stay back... Baga... stand back. If you disturb the adults, all of you will be beheaded..." The Ashigaru soldiers yelled, followed by the patrolling Maeda family samurai, who drew their swords and waved them in threats.
The untouchables in Japan have been ruled by the samurai family for hundreds of years, and that kind of obedience has been completely ingrained into their bones. They dare not take a step forward even if they say they dare not to take a step forward, and they do not even dare to raise their heads when they kneel down.
But those wild samurai, especially the samurai with some small daimyo families mixed in among them, were a bit difficult to manage. Each one of them was unruly and stared at the samurai of the Maeda family.
"Yaga... I am a samurai from Tosa, and Sakamoto Ryoma-kun is my fellow villager. If you dare to attack me, please accept my loyalty, your Majesty the Imperial Envoy..."
"We are samurai of the Chikuzen Fukuoka Domain. Please test our courage and martial arts... Sir, please give us another chance."
"We are the samurai of the Saga clan... We are the samurai of the Kumamoto clan... We are the samurai of An Yunlai..."
The mess was like a vegetable market, but Mr. Long was unmoved at all. He knew that as long as he opened a hole, he would not be able to stop the car. He nodded to Maeda Qingning and said, "Master Maeda, this place is too messy. Please help me." Scatter them away...oh, and remember not to hurt them."
"Hai... Your Majesty, the Imperial Envoy of the Kingdom, please ask... Maeda Yujiro to lead a team to disperse them. If there is resistance, capture them on the spot..."
More than two hundred Maeda family samurai suddenly ran out from the team. The leader was a short and sturdy young man. He knelt on one knee to receive the order, turned around and rushed into the chaotic crowd.
"Let these soldiers see the Kaga samurai's kung fu..." Maeda Yujiro roared, and a group of people pulled out their training wooden swords and rushed into the middle of more than a hundred samurai, slashing them.
Don't think that the wooden knife used for training is not dangerous. It has the same principle as the rubber stick commonly used by the police in later generations. If you draw it, it will cause severe internal injuries and the whole team will be in chaos and wailing everywhere.
The Maeda family did not kill them, and the chasing samurai did not dare to resist. Let alone a wealthy family like the Maeda family with a million koku, even a small daimyo with tens of thousands of koku would not dare to beat them. Any resistance.
They could only shout louder and louder, hoping that Mr. Long would be merciful and give them a chance, but Mr. Long did not. He just sighed secretly in his heart and strode into Kanazawa City.
When the gate of Kanazawa Castle slowly closed, the noisy samurai outside finally calmed down. Maeda Yujiro put away his wooden sword and coldly snorted at the group of bruised and bruised samurai, "The Imperial Envoy is merciful and has not convicted you, but no one can even think about it." If you continue to harass the Lord, otherwise we will use the sword if the Lord does not..."
A samurai who knew Yujiro in the crowd shouted, "Yujiro, how many places do you Maeda family want to allocate? Are you going to go to the daimyo family to seize all the opportunities? You can't give us a chance. All we want is to submit to the imperial envoy once." This is an opportunity for the minister to show off his martial prowess..."
Maeda Yujiro sighed, "Don't talk about you...even I may not be able to get this opportunity."
One sentence brought everyone's silence. The amount of information revealed here was too great. What does this mean? It means that the direct line warriors have begun to get involved in the opportunity of this expedition. Could it be that the direct line warriors carefully cultivated by the major families are also optimistic about this? An expedition.
Yujiro was right. At the banquet that night, he could only serve as a guard in the corridor outside the banquet, while those samurai who were closer to the family master could sit with them at the banquet and toast to the superiors of the kingdom.
Yongjiro, who was standing on the corridor playing puppets, watched the maids walk over carrying sake and delicacies like water. He couldn't help but swallow a gulp of saliva when he marveled at the high standard of the banquet.
Chiba’s abalone, Ise lobster, bluefin tuna, charcoal-grilled snails… there’s even a weird kind of meat that emits a fragrance that most Japanese people have never smelled.
"It's actually beef. In order to welcome the imperial minister, you actually killed a cow. You didn't even care about the shogunate's ban. You really spent a lot of money."
Yujiro was right. The shogunate had always banned the eating of beef. This ban was actually not abolished until the Meiji Restoration when all Westernization began. The Japanese in this era had not even smelled the aroma of beef.
Yujiro looked at the maids whose necklines were deliberately open, and he suddenly discovered that the lord had gathered all the most beautiful women in Kanazawa City. Two of the maids remembered that they had slept with Maeda Qingning before, and they were all given away. Let Lord Shangguo choose.
Yongjiro listened to the cheerful Japanese singing and sighed, closing his eyes and not thinking about anything else. He knew that the opportunity had eluded him.
Equally pessimistic and disappointed are the samurai in Kanazawa Castle. At first, more than a hundred people did not leave, but now dozens more people gradually gathered together. They gathered on the outskirts of Kanazawa Castle, lighting piles of At the bonfire, everyone was silent.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing. A samurai stood up and threw the firewood in his hand into the fire and shouted, "I thought the Prime Minister would give us fairness, but now it seems that we are just the same. If I leave, the worst is to become a bandit..." "
The warrior who was as sad and angry as him also stood up from the crowd, drank a bowl of turbid wine from the person next to him, and walked into the night with his luggage.
Of course, there are those who leave, and of course there are those who stay. Inoyama Chou is one of the wild samurai who stayed behind. There are clearly a few dried fish and rice balls in his package, but he is digging wild vegetables on the ground with his hands, removing those The white and tender roots are gathered together.
"I will not compromise. I will never give up this opportunity. I don't want to be a wild warrior for the rest of my life, and I will not become a bandit... My mother and sister gave me all the food at home as dry food for the journey. They sacrificed their lives. They have set up steps for me. I would rather eat grass than chase after them..."
A handful of white and tender grass roots were stuffed into his mouth. The bitter taste made Zhu Shanchi become more and more awake. He knew that there was no point in waiting here. He took advantage of the night and moved forward, hoping to block the road. The imperial envoy of the country.
Some people may have the same idea as him. Some people are walking carefully through the mountains in the night. In the face of difficulties, there are always some people who choose not to give up.
The night was getting darker and darker, and the banquet in Kanazawa City had arrived. After a few songs and dances, the Maeda family samurai began a sumo wrestling performance during the banquet. Everyone was selling their strength at 120,000 points, and they all expected to be envoys to the country. You can nod and give them more places.
It's a pity that these Japanese fighting skills are really not what Long Ye is discerning about. His wine became more and more tasteless until finally he suddenly said something.
"When we first entered the city, where was the young man who led the team with wooden swords? Let him show off the swordsmanship."
Hiss... Maeda Yujiro in the corridor gasped almost subconsciously, his eyes as wide as eggs, "Did the opportunity just come like this?" This book was first published from, read the original content first!
