When Mao Jue came out, the spring snow dissipated and the cherry blossoms were blooming. Half a year passed in a flash. Now it was already hot summer, and the flowers were fighting. The confrontation in Osaka Castle lasted for almost a month. Until the military forces of Nagazo and Sushu were less than a week away from Kyoto, the shogunate army could not help it.

On the early morning, the morning mist from the Seto Inland Sea was still filling Edo Castle, and the entire city was already shocked by the loud military horns. The unwilling soul of the yellow cow in the horns seemed to be still immersed in it. The slightly sad horn sounded echoing, making people feel deep and solemn.

Accompanied by the howlings and the dense footsteps, the thumping, dense and heavy, the thick fog was suddenly torn apart, and the dense military formations were suddenly revealed. There is no greater or more cruel creature on this planet than humans. It can organize such a large scale and such a large number of killing each other. The 300,000 troops remain as motionless as mountains, and as moving as black clouds over the city.

But the war was not achieved overnight. After all, in front of the two armies, there was still a distance between the Kitsu River. No matter how strong the manpower was, it was impossible for them to run into the water to fight.

I guess those Daime who shouted to fight the vanguard yesterday were a little regretful. Although they were a little dissatisfied, the formation was set up with the intervention of several steadily old ministers of Aoyama Yukien, and the front army was set up to win 15,000 troops, the 8,000 troops of Ii Masato, the 25,000 troops of Ida Tadaso, the 13,000 troops of the Himasuka Shimasuka, and the 13,000 troops of the Tokugawa family's relative vassal Daming, the 30,000 troops of Masahira Tadae from Mito Masahira, and more than 90,000 troops formed the vanguard army, firmly holding the central army's 30,000 troops of Tokugawa Iemitsu, the 30,000 flag team of Tokugawa Iemitsu is behind.

Before facing the Western Army, they had to face the fierce Kitsu River in the summer flood. The attack in half was not only China, but also Japan was also particular. If they wanted to attack, they had to face the tenacious snipers of the Western Army guarding troops on the opposite side, and they would have to suffer heavy casualties first.

The flag-born warriors howled and carried the bamboo platoon toward the river. At the front were three iron gunners. Japan had no shields, so they tampered with the bamboo platoon and inserted two rows of thick protruding bamboo in front. As for whether it could withstand the intensive shooting of the Dongjiang muskets, it is unknown.

The central army's main formation, a tall round three-leaf aoi curtain hanging in the air, with cow helmets, long-horned helmets, ghost helmets, and groups of flag-born samurai warriors fighting power, but the grinning momentum was made, but the shogun Tokugawa Iemitsu was always a little depressed. In his chubby hand, he kept playing with a heavy piece of silver. After fiddling with it for a long time, he suddenly threw the silver to the ground in anger.

"What does he mean by Mao Jue in Dongjiang? He despises me so much and rewards my messenger with one hundred taels of silver?"

The general got angry there, but the generals of the old men of the flag-born were speechless. What should I say? They did show this contempt? Most of the shogunate were a group of stubborn warriors, and they were not as clever as those civil officials in the Central Plains. They could only stare at the black ones as white as those of the Central Plains.

Or you have to have ink in your stomach as an official! I was in a daze and organized the language. Inaba Masato waited for half a minute and finally spoke slowly, intending to analyze the situation and morale of the general, telling how arrogant Mao Jue was, and to destroy himself, and to give his general a complacent heart.

But at this moment, a violent sound of chuckling sound suddenly sounded. The Western Army, which was originally gathered on the other side of the Muzin River, made a sharp turn and pulled the cannon carriage and carried the flag. It turned around and retreated. The vanguard troops had not even entered the water yet. This scene was stunned.

He was also surprised by this tactical action and widened his eyes for a while. Inaba Masato suddenly slapped his thighs excitedly.

"Your Highness, the Mao surnamed, you will perish!"

"Have you ever heard of the Battle of Feishui? In the history of the Central Plains, a barbarian led an army of 980,000 to attack the Central Plains Dynasty. He also met 80,000 troops of the Central Plains Dynasty on a riverside. The Central Plains Dynasty asked the barbarians to retreat and wanted to cross the river to fight. He also wanted to attack halfway, so the barbarians retreated. As a result, someone shouted behind the army that the barbarians were defeated. The barbarians' army began to collapse immediately, while the Central Plains army fought with their backs, and became more and more courageous. They chased barbarians from Hokkaido to Wakayama in one breath!

It's a typical Japanese allusion. When I pointed at the retreating Mao Juejun, Masao Inaba was humming with a chorus.

"The Western Army was originally unsatisfied. Once we retreated, the formation would definitely be disintegrating. Our army was in a strong morale and we fought back. Today, it was the blessing of Amaterasu's great god, so that the general could defeat the enemy in one battle!"

This was really exciting. Even the depressed Tokugawa Iemitsu seemed to be a little excited. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a few times, then waved his hand suddenly.

"The whole army crosses the river and attack!"

"Hayi!"

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Without stopping, the speed of crossing the river was significantly faster. Thousands of bamboo platoons swung back and forth. The five vanguards and more than 90,000 troops of the vanguard were about one of the 90,000 troops, and they crossed to the other side of the river. Then there were the left and right armies. The Western Army said that the formation of the formation would be chaotic, but during the crossing of the river, the real formation was the shogunate army. The other 140,400 troops were neatly looking around from two and a half miles away.

But what is strange is that Mao Jue did not order to attack halfway while the shogunate formation was messy.

Amid the noise, a morning passed. Fortunately, there were smart people, and finally connected several floating bridges with bamboo platoons. The army crossed the river faster. In the afternoon, the 300,000 troops might not have been able to cross the river. The last one to land was Tokugawa Iemitsu's Sanhe Banner team. To be honest, it was the general, but the Tokugawa Iemitsu's health has not been good in all dynasties. This Tokugawa Iemitsu is similar to Emperor Wanli. He is obese and sick. He is a little breathless when he walks these few steps. Moreover, all his central army was abandoned under the city of Osaka Castle. Looking at the big tube that was also abandoned on the bank of the river because of the heavy weight, and some war horses that were not too late to cross the river, the general hummed a little annoyed.

The bigger the legion, the more confusion it is. Not to mention that the names of each family are not like the Northern Song Dynasty imperial guards. It took about half an hour to practice formations for a long time and cooperate with the formations. Only then did the Wanquan Formation in the morning were restored.

Who knew that in this kung fu, the Western Army retreated again while beating the gongs and drums!

If this tactical action is placed in front of the Jurchens of the Later Jin Dynasty, it will definitely be a demand for death. Huang Taiji was so happy that he ordered the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry to kick your butt and chop off your head from behind. However, he could only be so angry that he could only stare at the heavy Japanese army. As the famous yells such as Matsuhei Tadaoya, Hinasuka Zhizheng and others tried their best to maintain their formation, and the mighty Japanese army also followed in a straight line.

I really don’t want to fight. It’s a bit like an armed parade, one in front and one behind, and more than 450,000 troops were training in the plains near Osaka, staring at chrysanthemums with big eyes.

This retreat was ten miles away, and with the distance that was originally given up to the Eastern Army, Rikitsugawa and the shogunate base camp Osaka Castle were already seventeen or eighteen miles away.

Before he knew it, the right to choose the battlefield that Matsuhira Nobuzu finally won fell into Mao Jue's hands again.

After marching at about two o'clock in the afternoon, the retreating Western Army finally stopped, while the names of the Eastern Army obviously felt deceived.

Behind the mountain is the mountain. Next to the Changwei Mountain generation, Mao Jue had already ordered a few fortifications here, a few chest walls more than half a person high, and hundreds of large turrets raised by earth. Seeing the Western Army entering the position in an orderly manner, and behind him, behind the empty plain was the river, everyone had the urge to curse.

But there is a saying that the arrow has to be fired on the string! As the Western Army set up its formation, the shogunate army also began its final adjustment.

At this time, Mao Jue was really a little lost. He had a grass root in his mouth and his foot was still stepping on his heavy six-pound field cannon, looking at the opposite side of Chiguijing Yi Tonghong, making an attack formation, Mao Jue vomited the grass stick with disdain.

"Hey, come here!"
Chapter completed!