Nobunaga's Bastard

Fire blew simultaneously from hundreds or thousands of gunpoints, and allies fell flabby. The fallen soldiers disappeared, eventually without allies around them. I am left alone on a dark, wide plain, turning my back on those who flock like Yunxia to get my neck, and fleeing.

Forward, I saw my father. My father is as ambitious and confident as usual, and he looks at me and laughs. I'm relieved to see it and rush over. And it came to pass, when his hand was, and his face was near, and now he was on his way, that his father's head was gone.

From the neck down, he walks unreliably a few steps like a horse whose father's body has lost the Lord, and falls. I glanced around and found the artillery unit targeting me earlier.

"Stop it!"

Severe pain ran all over my body and I was stuffy. Ugh... and groaned with a voice that didn't speak, trying to wake up my body. I can't do that either, and I'm bored to look.

"Did you wake up"

Moaning for a while, I heard voices I could hear from close quarters. Looking back. There was Yasuke, who was out to Branch Castle with Jinglian. He is taking off his armor and wiping his shoulder blood.

"Yasuke, you, no, I fought, my father..."

"Please calm down. I'll explain it in order."

I don't even remember what I've been up to at this time, and it took me a while to even remember that this is Maruyama Castle where we're at right now. Eventually, I remembered that my father had been shot, that he had fought at Maruyama Castle, that he had gone out to help the castle, and that he had been shot.

"I...?

"You're in strong luck. He lay down his body just before he was shot and almost seemed like a horse replaced the bullet as a result. There are bruises when you fall off a horse, but life is not important. Lord Hikogoro took charge of the lost temple and successfully withdrew."

"Makoto"

If you abandon the castle, your morale will drop. At the very least, I have to take the lead in trying to save you. I thought so and acted accordingly. I was seriously trying to save him, but I expected that the castle might end up being wiped out.

"The fact that Yabuki is here means you're safe to rendezvous."

"My lord Keijiro Maeda is dying. Likewise, Omiya Jinglian Palace, Your Majesty."

Yasuke said to me without hesitation. Dokun and his heart bounced.

"My lord Keijiro Maeda is dying. Grand Palace View Palace, Your Majesty"

Shut up and Yasuke repeated it to me when I couldn't say anything. Every time my heart beats, my whole body hurts. But that doesn't bother me either. Dead? Keijiro? Best thing in the world, you can't kill a master without dying.

"By whom, by whom?

"Tobashi Keepsake if you insist. He stood up to one of the artillery squadrons commanded by his men and put bullets all over his body. Thanks to this, the troops can be safely withdrawn. Dear Zao Maeda and Sukeomon Okumura are safe without major injuries."

"Or Jinglian?

"I can't regain consciousness right now. This is an enemy general, Lin Tong, who said he was hit. Lin Xiuzheng's son-in-law and famous spear master."

How's he doing? When I asked, he slowly shook his head to the side. I tried to get up, endured pain all over my body, and I squatted.

"We are now counting the number of soldiers that Master Kabai has survived. If you think of fleeing soldiers, or those who can't fight even if they're alive, the battle might be between a thousand and four hundred and five hundred. The rest are in Honmaru and Furuda Maru in Baidimaru."

"So, come... from, of, attack, what?

"Apparently, the attack on the Castle was arbitrary. The enemy forces will take over north of Maruyama Castle and wait after narrowing the circle of siege."

Think with a head that doesn't work with pain. It was those who had strong grudges against Oda who were arbitrarily dedicated. The last surrender recommendation should come from those who don't.

"I'm off now, but I'm at work. Fortunately, a day's respite was offered. Get some rest."

Following Yasuke's words, I meditated my eyes and went straight to a deep sleep.

"Ten days to go."

I was on Jinglian's pillow before the next day. Because Jinglian woke up and was told that this was probably because this was the last time. There was an ancient left beside it. Others are paying for their attacks.

"My lord, who is still going to be able to strike more than a few days over this period, is still the great vessel of heaven"

Without moving his body, without moving his gaze, Jing Lian, lying looking directly above him, said in a thin voice with no vitality, smiling slightly at his mouth.

"In Baidi Maru and Furuda Maru, retreat routes are available. Less damage will be done than fleeing the castle. He has made a few pieces of a ninety-nine fold path against enemies who attack from outside. The whole thing and the rocks are ready to drop from the top. I hope it sticks for five days before it becomes a castle for Honmaru only, and another five days before all the soldiers of Honmaru take over."

I came to Jinglian with the intention of not dying. But there was a dead minister in Jinglian's face so clear that he lost his temper to say it.

"Enemy soldiers 50,000. Turn it over there for two months. Sincerely, we fought so ambitiously."

Jinglian seemed satisfied. I fought as hard as I could to the end, as Lord Kitamiya did. I guess that makes me happy.

"I would have liked to be loyal to the Shogun and the Kitami family. I will never forget the loyalty of the Lord with this knife."

Well, it could be the rest of my life. And joking, Ancient Left laughed hiccup. I laugh, too. Jinglian was also smiling.

"Neither the Shogun nor Kitakyu is a thing of the past. This Jinglian lived my whole life, my time, as the living one of the present."

After I said it, for the first time Jinglian made a painful look. It's hard just to see that look on your face.

"With all due respect, the awkward man was looking down on the Oda Bullet Zhongzhong family. Even in his personality, he said that when he was a rural man in Ozhang, he was one of those who couldn't solve Kazuya."

"I know."

Wouldn't there be anyone who fought the Oda family and didn't make fun of the Oda family that way? They all pulled down the Oda family, saying they were all growers.

"My husband just lost to Oda, and he's not losing whoever he fights. I came to say that in my belly to satisfy my tiny self-esteem. Even when I responded to your invitation, I thought it would be embarrassing to sell myself and obey Oda's children to protect my home."

"I suppose so, even in Jinglian's position."

In fact, Jinglian had a noble and ambitious atmosphere. I was both impressed and proud that such a person was under me.

"But the awkward are lucky. And whoever so served, he was a great vessel of sincerity, a hero of sincerity."

"Yo, you've changed the course of the conversation"

Ancient left stopped at the side of Jinglian for a few moments and stood with a bright voice. Jinglian laughs that you're right.

"The lord felt sorry for himself, hurt by the fall of the Battle of Kanagasaki, the death of his friends, frightened and frightened by the battlefield, and thus made himself more prepared than when he caged himself in Mount Usa, and was a fine but immature general. Even when he made a humiliating reconciliation, he greatly regretted it as my affair. The awkward man who had once excused himself for not losing greatly felt the attitude of his lord."

"I was just not as smart as Jinglian."

My friends were dying, and I was dying, and I couldn't afford to think about excuses. It doesn't mean that I was confronted from the front as a matter of fact.

"Thereafter, the Lord was troubled, depressed, and hurt by kindness, and he overcame it, and walked his way, step by step. Confirm how his name roars beneath the heavens as he grows closer to him. I don't think there are days in my lifetime that will be so intense and aromatic."

"Jinglian"

Tears were about to spill, and I endured it gutsily. Ancient left takes the story back with a little laugh as he bounces off the soggy air.

"I guess it still is today. Anyway, it's at 3,000 to 50,000. As for the opponent, he dropped it in a few days and headed straight to Omi or Ise, then to Ozhang Mino. I guess it was where it was, but now I'm nailing Iga. I'm sure the heavens will laugh at the way they attack and praise your Lord."

"Makoto, it's a shame you don't get any outside information. What are the generals of the Oda family doing by now?"

"Aren't you trying to raise your martial arts on another battlefield so that your lord won't take all your handles?

Uh-huh, and the ancient left laughs. I ended up frowning, trying to laugh so Jinglian could be caught by it. I couldn't watch it anymore, and I was eating my teeth off looking straight up.

Thank you, my lord.

"I don't remember you doing anything to thank me."

"There is one for the awkward. I asked you to give a clumsy and unreadable man who has made an outdated weapon, such as a bow, an active place. How can we beat Seed Island? What are the new possibilities for bows? My days thinking about it were sincere, feeling as if I was moving under the sky. I am so grateful that I can't thank you enough. Beyond this, the lord is not seen as ambitious, but it is a shame to return it."

Jinglian's eyes slowly narrow. I wanted to tell you not to close it, to stand up, to take the bow again.

"My lord, let me advance only once."

"What?"

"I can't get the heavens."

I can't say it's stupid. Nor can it be properly misled. After a while of thinking, I nodded.

"When you truly think it's for the good of heaven, don't hesitate to earn it."

"For heaven's sake, what does that mean?

"If the people of Japan are to keep one or more of their people from dying sadly from the war, I must take the heavens. When that seems like it, I win my heavens. If not, I'll be a ghost or a demon for Oda's sake."

Saying, hehe, and a little laugh sounded indoors like a breeze.

"Good Lord. He is a wise man, a passionate man, but the fruit is just tender. I take that word as a souvenir of the Midway."

"Jinglian Palace"

At that time, Jinglian's hand was taken. Not to me. Ancient left, laughing with a big voice in an unnatural position until earlier, at some point wept and sniffled his face into tears.

"Please, don't die, Lord Jinglian"

"Don't be impotent."

"If there are serious people like you, it would be nice for an awkward person to feel safe."

"Don't worry. Your temple is the salvation of all. Without disturbing anyone, Furuda Leisuke has to hide."

"Without saying that, please, Lord Jinglian."

Since then, he has been speechless, and Gu Left kept saying 'Lord Jinglian, Lord Jinglian' over and over again as he held Jinglian's hand. I cried beside him, and eventually when I stopped crying, and Gu Left's hand went away from Jinglian's, the man who was once the most famous bow in my ministry had become an unspeakable body.

Before noon that day came a messenger of surrender. Conditions for surrender are my incision and the dawn of the castle. I don't give a hand to any other general. Failure to respond to this surrender recommendation shall result in no one remaining at the earliest.

"Not right now, so I'd like three days to discuss it with the ministers."

"That's not going to happen, Lord Murai. I can't stop getting the strength to nourish my English and make the last resistance in three days."

"Ha, was it a prospect? It's a boulder. Lord Lin."

The emissary who came was the former head of the Oda family, Su-jung Hayashi. When I found out that Lin Xiuzheng had come as a messenger, I wondered if it would be abusive, but without that, we just discussed the terms of our surrender in a pale way and broke the negotiations in a pale way. Neither the story about the bandage pseudonym, nor the story about the Oda family, could be said to be roughly a cause, did not even say a word and the discussion ended in about half an hour.

"Lord Murai."

On leaving, Lin Xiuzheng, who was walking solemnly, stopped unexpectedly and looked at me and said: What is it, I say. The old man, who looked much smaller and more thoughtful than I had thought, said a word: 'It must be a difficult thing'.

"Each other."

By then, if we had spoken to each other poorly about the previous decade, you might have told us not to. But we didn't talk about anything but what we needed to. The decade of Lin Xiuzheng, who saw and imagined his expression and standing behavior, seemed quite respectable.

This was the last conversation I had with Su-jung Lin. The next time I saw this old man's face, his neck was off his torso.

The next day, the enemy's total attack resumed. First in a day, the western Hundred Land Maru falls. After two more days of endurance, they also withdrew from Furuda Maru. During the retreat, he used up all the traps he had prepared, and both fortifications were burned down in flames. There were also many dead on the side, with less than a thousand left, but I wonder if the other party's wear and tear was even greater than that.

"After the castle, do as you're told."

I told Goemon and Mimaru about Maruyama Castle's actions after its fall. If you mean a child who was used for cooking and chores, you will not be killed. Goemon will also be able to escape if he is alone. That's what I was thinking.

Maruyama Castle, which became only in and around Honmaru, was also becoming impossible to resist at the earliest. There was plenty of room for food, but the arrow bullets ran out first, and all that remains is a white soldier battle with a formation around the main circle. I asked Baidi Tampa to flee for the Igas and ordered Gu Left and Yasuke to surrender when I cut my belly in Honmaru. Jiawei and Maeda didn't say that they would all share their destiny with me.

Whatever you scratch, three more days, probably by the end of the day. That's what I thought the time was finally approaching.

"My lord, the enemy will draw!

That day was a delightful morning to expect that it would still be hot as it was today. Jiawei rushed in where he rose that it might also be the last time he would wake up in a castle stained with smells of nitrous smoke and blood.

"If you want to surrender over this period,"

I felt more surprised than relieved as I surrounded the castle and watched the enemy troops slowly move away. Pull. As the tide draws.

"My lord, there are more armies than those in the north!

"North? Who the hell is that?

"I'm not sure! We fly a monstrous flag."

Then I heard the news brought to me just moments later, and I rushed up to the Temple of Heaven. Mysterious armies, what if Christianity took the weapon, or the nation people of northern Iga? When I saw that flag, I didn't think, and fell from my knees, the army I saw in the temple I climbed with anticipation.

I don't know what it is.

Try to clasp on the railing and squat to the front. The battle is over. At least the Battle of Maruyama Castle is over.

"Can two people fly such flags proudly in heaven?"

"Sixth Heavenly Demon King."

The flag finger that was so magnified was shaking in the wind.

Nobunaga Oda, do not die.