The sound of conchs was spinning, and the sound of war drums drove the steps of the ashigaru. Miyai Tsunechu commanded his reserve team to start crossing the river.
The weather was very good today, the temperature was not low, and although the dry river bed was a little muddy, it was much better than the frozen ice. The Hime Samurai under his command scolded the ashigaru in the reserve team to maintain their formation and move forward step by step.
When the distance between the spears of both sides is about to intersect, they both raise their spears, hold the handles of the spears under their armpits, and swing them left and right.
It looks like a game of gun-fighting, but it contains the smell of blood. As long as the opponent's strength is insufficient and the gun is pushed away, what is waiting for him is the head of the gun stabbing him.
Ashigaru's protective gear is not enough for defense, so he can only choose to dodge. If he is hit by the heavy spear head, he will make a hole. With the medical conditions of this era, he will not die but will be disabled.
The left and right sides of the rebel army followed the advance of the Chinese army and formed a front line, which restrained the Mori and Kawajiri troops on both sides, preventing them from easily deploying troops to support the center.
They are all veterans, and they know the opponent's path very well, but the naked conspiracy is the most difficult to resist. All parties' vision is watching the changes in the middle.
The first one to be exhausted was indeed Nobunaga's defenders. Miyai's troops were Shibata's veterans, and they knew how to maintain their physical strength better than the new recruits who defended the city.
As the first spear was pushed away and the first scream of pain came, the morale of the army was shaken, and the formation inevitably fell into disarray.
Seeing an opportunity, Miyai stepped forward on horseback, led three bannermen, and took the lead in charging into the scattered enemy formation.
The four Ji Samurai cooperated with each other to tear the lineup into even more chaos. The spear array behind them followed and charged in. The situation was grim.
"I am Sasatsusuke, and I am here to ask you for advice!"
Sasa Sunsuke, who was in an explosive state of mind, did not want to reorganize his formation, so he attacked Miyai Tsunechu, thinking in his mind that he would kill the leading warrior Hime first to boost his morale.
"Miyai Tsunechu is here, come and fight!"
Miyai was overjoyed. The more chaotic the battlefield, the more calm he needed. At this time, if Sasatsu Sunsuke maintained his formation and continued to add troops from the rear, Miyai's reserve team might not be able to break through smoothly.
After all, they had been slapping each other's spearheads for a long time, and our Ashigaru body was not strong enough. However, Sasatsu Sunsuke impulsively stepped forward, giving her the opportunity to quickly defeat the enemy formation.
The two of them crossed each other on the wrong horse, and neither of the spears in their hands hit each other. At this time, Sasatsu Sunsuke abandoned his spear and drew his sword, and slashed the sword towards Miyai's back where he had just missed it.
Who knew that Miyai, who had experienced battles for a long time, had done this intentionally. She pulled out the ribs with her left hand and blocked it behind her, holding the knife back.
Turning his upper body, he quickly threw out the spear with his right hand, and the shadow of the spear hit Sao Zuo's pocket like a whip.
Sasa was hit hard on the head and her body swayed in an attempt to maintain her balance. Miyai had already stepped forward and stabbed her ribs into her throat.
"Sasa Sunsuke is begged by me, Miyai Tsunechu!"
Miyai raised Sasa's head high and shouted loudly. The atmosphere around him was stagnant. The confrontation between the two lasted only a moment, and Nobunaga's garrison collapsed.
"This rookie!"
When Sasatsusuke chose to hit the horse, Maeda could see clearly behind him and couldn't help but curse.
"The army in front is about to collapse, Lord Yiyin, retreat quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sasa Sunsuke in front of him had his head displayed to the public.
"No, we can't retreat. Once we retreat, it's over."
Although Yiyin was anxious, he was very clear-headed. He was defeated like a mountain. If he retreated like this, the new soldiers under his command would not be able to assemble again.
Either they were chased down by the enemy troops, or they died at the hands of our own formation supervising team.
"Lord Yoshigan, please retreat. I will lead the Ashigaru to resist. Once we enter this formation, we will ask for reinforcements from the front. Our army will not retreat. His Majesty Oda cannot blame you."
Looking at Li Yi's serious expression, Yiyin felt a burst of sadness in his heart.
According to Yiyin's usual way of living, he should run away at this time. In this world, it is natural for men to run first.
But Yiyin's view of gender is from the previous life. Let women block the enemy and run away first. Is this still a man? Can he still stand and pee in the future? I can't afford to disgrace this man!
"I won't retreat!"
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, although his legs were still a little weak, Yiyin looked into Li Yi's eyes and said firmly.
"Sir, now is not the time to be angry. Please retreat quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"
Staring at the front, Yi tried to persuade him anxiously, but the defeated troops in front had been consciously driven over by the enemy.
"We still have a chance! Trust me!"
Turning on the insight mode, Yiyin carefully observed the opponent's army.
Out of breath, high in morale, facing off against the enemy head-on.
There is hope, the enemy army is tired, and now they are just relying on the excitement of victory to support their progress, there is still hope!
"Lord Yiyin, retreat quickly!"
From behind, charging towards me on horseback is Maeda Toshiie.
"Li Jiaji, why are you here?"
"The Shouchi River can no longer be defended. His Majesty Oda ordered the entire army to retreat and reorganize to meet the enemy at Inagara."
Nobunaga also observed the chain reaction that Sasatsusuke's death had on the entire army and issued an order to retreat.
The mother-in-laws withdrew with Nobunaga, but the Toshi family rushed up on horseback, looking for Yoshigashi on the battlefield, hoping that he would leave quickly.
"What? His Majesty Oda withdrew?"
Yiyin looked back at the formation, and saw that the horse seals were indeed moving back, and the reserves on both sides were also slowly retreating, leaving only the broken troops here in chaos.
"Li Jia Ji, you are responsible for the left. Li Ji Ji, you are responsible for the right. Drive the defeated troops to both sides and maintain our gun formation. Trust me!"
Yoshigine stared at Miyai Tsunechu in front. She was taking the lead in the charge. Due to Ashigaru's lack of physical strength, she and her Hatamoto had gradually distanced themselves from behind.
Seeing the only intact Spo among the rebels, she rushed over.
"Ji Li, I am the god on the battlefield."
Looking at Yi Yi's face, Yiyin said this again seriously, and then... rushed out with a pinch on the horse's belly...
He grabbed the spear in his right hand and rushed towards Miyai Tsunetada. Miyai rushed too fast, Hatamoto behind him couldn't keep up, and Ashigaru was far away.
At this time, Miyai was not panicking. As a veteran of the battlefield, she understood that she only needed to block for a while, and the people behind him would catch up.
She pointed the gun at Yiyin's neck, but found that Yiyin had no intention of evading, and sneered in her heart.
Are they going to die together? How is that possible? I will stab you to death first, and then dodge the gunfire before your death.
At this time, something strange happened. His right hand, which was stable on the battlefield, felt slightly weak and tilted slightly.
With this difference, Yoshigage's neck was saved, the spear pierced his left shoulder, and a bright blood flower instantly exploded from his shoulder, which was only wearing a white jinhaori.
Yiyin almost cried out in pain, gritting his teeth to steady his emotions and seize this hard-won opportunity.
I thought silently in my heart, Fifty percent! Fifty percent! Fifty percent!
Although Miyai was surprised, he was not too worried. He used his left hand to dial the tip of the spear that Yoshiyin was attacking. The moment it touched the tip of the spear, the anger in his eyes disappeared and his body fell off the horse.