Cao Wenzong raised his right hand. The white cloth tied to his elbow was particularly conspicuous. He pointed at Li Bo, pointed to the right, then pointed to himself, pointed to the left, and then drew a big circle with both hands. Finally, clench your hands. Li Bo nodded knowingly, and the two of them each led a team and sneaked towards the Japanese camp.
Since it was a night attack, in order to avoid accidental injuries, Cao Wenzong did not choose the commonly used iron awl, but a long-handled axe, one person long, with a sharp tip and a heavy blade, which was enough to break bones and tear armor. It is a first-rate weapon. Under the light of the fire, the black shadow swayed back and forth, and the armor flashed orange, like an evil ghost.
When the Japanese sentry saw Cao Wenzong, the distance between the two sides was less than ten steps. The young man stood up, picked up the spear, and opened his mouth blankly, as if he wanted to ask something, but An arrow flying from the darkness choked the sound in the throat, leaving only a low and hoarse exhalation.
Cao Wenzong thrust his ax forward, ending the pain of the sentry, then pulled out a burning log from the bonfire and threw it towards the nearest tent. The flames licked the tent and burned quickly. Soon, there was an explosion from the tent. With howling sounds, naked people escaped from the tents, and what greeted them was steel and death. Bodies were spread across the tents, and the tents that had been burned down by the fire pressed on the bodies, emitting a burning smell.
The camp has turned into a battlefield, no, it should be said to be a slaughterhouse. The flames rising from the big tent reached into the air, and some small tents and dozens of hay piles were also burning, with swords and swords everywhere. More and more Japanese people were awakened by the noise and rushed out of their tents, looking at everything in front of them in horror. The night blocked their eyes, and they could only see groups of black shadows holding weapons running around, trying to protect themselves. , everyone instinctively waved their weapons at the person closest to them. Soon, self-protection turned into fighting, and fighting turned into melee. Blood flowed like spring water, and life fell like weeds.
"Cao Wenzong succeeded!"
Wang Wenzuo stood on the pagoda, holding the railing tightly with both hands, staring at the enemy camp in the distance. Nature was like a naughty child, using flames and night as paint, smearing it into a chaotic abstract painting. He exhaled a long breath. Why did he feel familiar and reassuring? Are you more accustomed to war than peace? It's really terrible.
"I got it, I got it!" Qiyu grabbed Wang Wenzuo's sleeve and almost jumped up. The dark night blocked the sight of others, so she didn't have to maintain a demeanor befitting her status. She hugged Wang Wenzuo's neck, and her lips were almost touching. Wang Wenzuo’s ears reached him: “Tell me, what should we do next?”
"The next step is, of course, a night attack out of the city!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Isn't it just for this time to let women guard the city during the day while the soldiers build up their physical strength?"
"Yes, yes, then give the order quickly! Otherwise it will be dawn!" Saitama said anxiously.
"It's almost dawn?" Wang Wenzuo looked at the sky. Although there was no clock, he could roughly infer from the moon in the sky that it was only the second watch at most, and there were still two hours before dawn! Is this woman dizzy?
"Don't worry, the Japanese still have a lot of energy at the beginning. It won't be too late to kill them when the energy is gone!"
Wang Wenzuo ignored what Saitama said next, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the tower. He walked through the corridor and came to the gate of the fortress. The soldiers who were preparing for the night attack were arranged in a row of four, squatting or sitting. Their armor and helmets reflected the dim light. The light seems to blend with the exquisite portrait on the wall behind him.
"You all heard it! The Japanese are killing each other!" Wang Wenzuo's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly: "Everyone, let's rest for a while, wait until their energy is exhausted, and then go out to fight. They were caught off guard!"
The soldiers' originally tense mood relaxed and they let out a burst of relaxed laughter. Wang Wenzuo glanced at everyone's face and finally tapped his palm twice: "It's no big deal. I'll warm the wine at the door later and welcome you." you!"
The gate opened, and soldiers poured out like a torrent of steel and fire. The sound of horse hooves was almost drowned out by the drums in the city. Everyone was holding a torch to make the Japanese on the opposite side overestimate their own strength. Saitama stood on the pagoda. She saw more and more firelights rising from the enemy camp in the distance. Rockets pierced the night sky, pulling out streaks of light. The screams were like
It was so sad that she could even hear the words clearly. What a beautiful picture! She sighed in her heart, suddenly feeling a warmth between her legs, and she was already incontinent.
"Wake up, Your Majesty, wake up quickly!"
Brother Zhong was almost dragged out of bed. Although he was an excellent politician and knew how to command and deploy troops, there had been no large-scale wars in the Japanese archipelago in the past few decades, and he had been silent about the invasion of Baekje. In Tsukushi, he was not commanding on the front line, and his body and mind had not experienced the harsh training of war life, so the continuous marching and commanding made him very tired and he slept very hard.
"what happened?"
"Night attack, night attack!" The attendant had tears streaming down his face. He was almost crying. Brother Zhong pushed the attendant aside and rushed out of the tent. What he saw in front of him suddenly made him take a breath: he saw a knight. Just as he was cutting down a escaping man from behind, he then opened his bow and shot left and right. A burning tent in the distance suddenly burst open. The flames immediately shot straight into the sky, forming a pillar of fire. It was estimated that there was something flammable stored in the tent. thing.
"Your Majesty, put on your shoes quickly!" The attendant rushed out of the tent, holding a pair of leather sandals in one hand and holding a horse he didn't know where he got it from in the other hand: "We have to leave here as soon as possible, it's too dangerous. !" The horse shook its head impatiently, its nostrils sneezing due to nervousness. At this time, Brother Zhong suddenly felt as if he was at a banquet. The music had ended, leaving only a lonely drum beat, slow and monotonous, echoing on the river, like the heartbeat of a dying beast. The dark sky shed tears, the sea gurgled in response, some people cursed, and some people died. His face was wet, and when he touched it, it was already full of tears.
"Victory is right in front of you, within reach!" he shouted, his voice shrill and desperate, like a dying wolf: "I have finally come this far, how can I escape?"
"Your Majesty!" The attendant hugged Brother Zhong's thigh: "Get on your horse! It's too dangerous here! If you stay alive, there is still hope. If you die, there will be nothing!"
Brother Zhong was like a puppet. With the help of his attendants, he got on his horse and staggered away into the distance.
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Early next morning.
Wang Wenzuo sat at the table, and Saitama sat opposite. On the table were porridge, biscuits, pickled vegetables, grilled fish and shellfish stewed with mixed vegetables. The last dish didn't look very good, but it tasted pretty good. Of course, the main reason is that although there is plenty of rice and beans in Namba Tsu's warehouse, there are very few dishes that can be used for meals. The only ones that can be supplied in unlimited quantities are various shellfish and fish, even Wang Wenzuo and Saitama , unless they kill large animals, there will be no meat to eat.
"Both Cao Wenzong and Li Bo are back, and so is Pingliu who rowed the boat!" Cui Hongdu said: "All three of them were not seriously injured. Fifteen of the twenty people who went to the night attack together came back! What good luck!"
"Yes! There are no eyesight on the battlefield. They went deep into the tiger's den this time and made great achievements!" Wang Wenzuo put down his chopsticks: "Your Majesty, they are killing thieves for you. What should be the reward?"
"You are also an internal minister. You can reward meritorious soldiers with just one word. Why do you need to ask me?" Saitama said with a smile.
"Although I have the official position of minister, I know nothing about the situation in your country. Even if I want a reward, I don't know what to reward!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile.
"Although our country is not as vast as the Tang Dynasty, it has three thousand miles of territory to make up for its shortcomings. The total household registration of each territory and county is millions. How can there be nothing to reward?" Saitama smiled and said: "Forget it, I will do it first. A demonstration, right? What is the original identity of Heiroku who rowed the boat?"
"It seems to be the Lang Dang who has seen Chi Ying!"
"Jijian Chiyun? Is he the Toneri who was rescued by your people that day?"
"Yes, that's him! But he is Captain Zaemon now!"
"Captain Zaemon? Did you promote him?" Saitama smiled and said, "Forget it, let's give Heiroku a surname first? What surname should he give him? Last night he sailed across Namba in a boat at night, and his surname was Namba. , called Namba Heiroku, doesn’t this name sound good?”
"Sounds okay! But is that the end of giving a surname?"
"Of course it's not enough? You need to give a surname first and then you can be appointed as an official. You can't let a commoner named Pingliu directly become a court official. It's too dishonorable!" Qi
Tama said: "As an official position, let him go to Mino or Owari to be the acting official of the Ministry of Finance. There are many supporters of Katsuragi there. If you want to replace him with someone you can trust, give him two manor houses and that will be enough!"
"Your Majesty, you are really generous!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile. He was telling the truth. Pingliu was originally a powerful gang member of the local tycoon Jijian Chiyang. He was similar to the cannon fodder who braved the rain of arrows to fill the trenches yesterday. And first of all After receiving a surname from the Emperor and being appointed to serve as the acting governor of the country (that is, an official who handles affairs on behalf of the minister) in a wealthy territory like Mino Owari, it was a smooth rise. As for the manor he was finally rewarded, it was a small matter. Anyway, he became the acting official. In the end, he would definitely be able to get some land for himself locally. This was also the unspoken rule at the time.
"That's natural. He made a great contribution last night!" Saitama emphasized the word "great contribution" very hard: "As for the rest, they are all your people. They will not be appointed to official positions, but can only be rewarded with property." With the farm, you can deal with this yourself. Anyway, after defeating Katsuragi and restoring the old capital, you can confiscate and dispose of the farm and property owned by him and his supporters!"
"This woman really knows how to draw cakes!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. Saitama just said so much, but in fact, it only translates into one sentence. There is no one at the moment. When Brother Zhong is eliminated, everyone will take the side of Brother Zhong. Take it as you like, he smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will deal with their rewards first, and the rest will be dealt with after Katsuragi is completely defeated!"
"Defeat Katsuragi completely? Didn't you win last night?" Saitama asked.
"If I have 5,000 people now, then we have indeed won!" Wang Wenzuo spread his hands: "But now I only have 2,000 people, and only 400 of them are familiar with me. This number of people is really not enough." If you dare to pursue, you can only wait for reinforcements!"
"Yes, it is indeed a pity!" Saitama sighed, and then laughed: "But after our victory this time, many people from all countries will definitely come to my side!"
"Yes, so I ask Your Majesty to issue more orders and announce last night's great victory to all parties, the sooner the better!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile, "I'm counting on you for everything!"
"Then leave it all to me!" Saitama replied seriously, then he covered his mouth and laughed.
Saitama didn't lie. Just after breakfast, she returned to the sutra hall and drafted a decree. At noon, the messenger boarded the boat and set off with dozens of orders. His task is to hand over the imperial edicts in his hands to the local state secretary or powerful local tyrants wherever he goes. With the victory he just won as a basis, the power of these pieces of paper is still very guaranteed.
Asuka Kyo.
"How many troops do we have now?" Brother Zhong asked.
"There are about 14,000 people left!" The deputy general looked at the emperor's face and carefully added: "Actually, you don't have to worry. In fact, not many of us died last night. Most of them just fled in fright. They should come back to Asukakyo after they come down!"
"That's it!" Brother Zhong let out a long breath. Of course he knew that what the deputy general said was true, but the strength of the army is not just the sum of simple numbers. Even if most of the defeated soldiers will come back, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced and they will no longer be able to return. It’s passed.
"You keep the defeated soldiers who have returned alone and don't let them mix with the troops who stayed in the capital!" Brother Zhong said.
"Wei Chen understands!"
"Also, send a messenger to Mino to urge Nakatomi to send reinforcements and food to Kyoto!"
"As you command!"
"Okay, let's do it quickly!"
"As you command!"
When his subordinates left the room, Brother Zhongda sighed. Maybe his ability to command when facing the enemy was a little slow, but his judgment of the current situation was still very accurate. He and Saitama are both members of the royal family. The characteristic of civil wars between royal families is that as long as either side gains an advantage, most of the territories will quickly fall to the side with the advantage, causing the balance of power to tilt rapidly. Civil wars between royal families rarely last too long. Time is all about quick decisions.
Therefore, after he raised his troops from Omi, he did not raise enough troops from the Kuniji Division to attack again. Instead, he took thousands of people on the road, hoisted the Kinzhi Royal Banner and headed south. Along the way, thousands of people came to vote. By the time he crossed the Kasagi Mountains, he had already There are more than 30,000 people.
According to past experience, this civil war has
After it is basically over, the next plot is that the eldest brother ascends the throne and becomes the king, while Saitama is desperate and commits suicide. However, the arrival of the envoys from the Tang Dynasty changed the normal trajectory. Saitama did not escape to a remote county, but defended himself in Namba Jinli Village, blocking Asuka Kyo's largest food input channel, and even cost him only two to three thousand people. Man, defeated his own army.
