Itaya and Liu Bang, and Tanaka.

A flooded river is easy to swallow.

The army of Zhang Handan, who left Puyang, crossed the river offering some sacrifices to the finished water.

They will not look for those who fall from the ship, nor will they stop their feet.

Zhang Handan just stared at the river surface decorated with the water flow of the acorn and the rain ripples, and proceeded without a word.

Afterwards, the spy brought a report to Zhang Hanjun who approached Dingtao in hiding saying, "Something is wrong with Dingtao."

- Have you been able to locate our army?

Zhang Man had disturbing thoughts because of his previous defeat, but he played a game to lie to the soldiers around him and himself.

"I don't seem to be compatible with Chu Jun. If I'm waiting for you, why don't I just retreat and rent a bed for Zhao's friends?"

Zhang Man, who smiled so hard, decided to release more spies and wait for the report.

Even a blunt march in hiding is still a few days away from Dingtao.

If we were to turn back here, why did we cross the river in danger?

Zhang Man smiled and drove his teeth into the back of his mouth.

The next day, a cross-bowman spy returns to report.

"Our proximity has not been revealed. It seems that something important has happened and the whole thing is floating."

"... okay"

In this newspaper, Zhang Han immediately moved his army.

--I don't know what's going on, but now is the time. It's not the time to get lost.

"Even in a hard castle, the walls are fragile if the protectors are lost!

I escaped this plane and snowed no defeat, speeding up the march.

◇ ◇ ◇

Rain from the sky covered in thick clouds never stops.

It will be time for the sun to fall. The dark scenery gets darker and darker.

In the meantime, Chu soldier is running with discipline and without slapping his mouth.

This is not a vigorous march like the one I accompanied in the East Asian reinforcements.

Everyone is biting their teeth and tightly tying their mouth to endure mourning, pity, and unbeatable rage.

Surrounded by such Chu soldiers, I'm running from Dingtao to Peng Castle.

It was that morning that I heard the unbelievable bad news.

The rain that came out last night didn't stop, and it rained again this morning.

Tanaka-san, wake up. Come on.

Shortly after I woke up, the guard called out to me when I was dressed in a rag with my head still not working well.

The faceless guard has been in charge of the guard since this morning.

Ha, something.

The entrant guard talks in an uncontrolled tone as usual.

"Takeshin-kun fell from the castle wall and was found dead."

My hands stopped fixing my kimono collar.

Looking back at the Guardian, he remains as cold as usual when making an administrative report.

"... eh?

"Takeshin-kun is dead."

I jumped out of the room unexpectedly and looked around.

I can see everyone moving in a hurry in a strange atmosphere.

"A castle climbing order has been issued to my lord's minister....."

Ignoring the guard's voice from behind, I ran away.

Fall? Accidental death? What the hell, that's too much to force...

Is that impossible? Can't you change it...?

A lot of rain and footsteps are making a noise in my heart.

Whatever happens, we have to go through history!

◇ ◇ ◇

I ran around the castle looking for Van Seong.

"Van Seung Hall!

From his room in the castle, he rushed to Van Seung, who came out early.

Fan Sheng, who had more deep wrinkles between his eyebrows than usual, glanced at me and walked out the long hallway without stopping.

I asked for an explanation behind him in a hurry to get to the meeting.

"Is it true about Wushin-kun?

I can understand whether it's true or not from the surroundings, but I still can't believe it, I ask.

The facts and nothing were found in the body.

Van Seung responded without stopping to questions he could understand without asking.

You feel anger and frustration with your harsh voice tone.

Why? What happened?

Reduce the likelihood of asking. I don't suppose he knows the full story either.

Van Seong stopped and looked back.

A sharp gaze will shoot me through.

Whatever caused it, we lost our heads.

Confusion, anger, pity.

Unconcealable emotions are dyeing the wrinkles around Van Seong's eyes red.

"I found traces of the Qin army crossing. Zhang Man is coming."

His harsh eyes and words clog his throat.

Bad timing.... no, is that what this is about?

Fan Seung, who turned around and started walking again, dared not touch the possibility and continued.

"Who can be the Marshal? Intercept or retreat. A friendly army in the West. There's plenty to discuss."

Then I stuck a nail in my eye just to follow me.

"You are not part of the discussion. Wait for me."

That said, my feet stopped as if they had been sewn to the ground.

I was supposed to get a job, but I haven't got one yet.

I am not in a position to participate in this important event.

I had no choice but to see Van Seung off.

◇ ◇ ◇

The meeting was held as soon as possible and its conclusions were quickly conveyed to the castle.

Withdrawal from fixed pottery.

At the head of the army, he lost a nodal beam, the main pillar of a substantial chu.

Nevertheless, the current Chu army is not going to fight at the extreme of chaos, and the cage castle seems to be at a disadvantage.

It is Song Yi of Reiyon who will lead this retreat.

It's not too dark for the military, so it's a good choice from a sequence.

Would it have come to a different conclusion if there were feathers here?

If Nobuya had been here, he might have been able to defeat even Zhang Man, who was approaching under his command.

The strength that makes you think so is in the wings.

In reality, however, Nobuya is far west and Song Yi is here.

Uncle's obituary hasn't arrived yet.

Speaking of Ryoin, he is second only to King Chu. Until we arrive at Peng Castle, the Zhenliang faction will have no objection to taking the overall command.

Afterwards, King Chu will officially appoint a marshal, but will there be a feather there?

The nephew of Nobunaga is highly regarded within the army, but still Nobunaga is only one of the few generals.

I lost my uncle. Song Yi's thoughts.

How will King Chu judge?