Chapter 277 11. Kawanakajima's Fierce Fight Begins

In the early morning on Kawanaka Island, the sun did not rise.

Bright and dark.

Terutora Uesugi was sitting on the horse with a majestic posture, already wearing the silver Nanman garb.

His eyes were lightly squinted, and there was no movement under the eyelids, so even the slightest sway of the eyelashes could not be seen.

The lips are tightly closed, the wings of the nose are slightly fluttered, open and close, open and close according to the frequency.

Very different from the busy soldiers running around the camp, Uesugi Teruhu was as quiet as a sculpture of Vajra Bodhisattva.

Finally, the soldiers seemed completely ready.

Several servants brought rice balls and hot wine, as well as Nanman Kabuto and the sword Azuki Azuki.

Several people knelt down on one knee. Uesugi Teruhora naturally opened his eyes. Saitou Chaobu said with his hands and fists: "Your Highness, we are fully prepared!"

The flag follower Takemata Keizuna didn't need to give orders, and he and his flag bearers naturally tied Uesugi Teruhora's Hijiki flag and Ranryu flag to the bodies of two strong samurai. Always be ready to go into battle with him.

"Very good, that's how it should be." Teru Uesugi swallowed the rice ball in two mouthfuls and took another sip of hot wine.

He took the Nanman bag from the attendant, put it on his head upright, and tied the cotton rope while walking.

When someone opened the curtain of the palace tent for him, he lowered his head and walked out.

Starting from the main formation, countless soldiers stood solemnly in the wilderness. Those who are close can vaguely see their eyes full of admiration and admiration, but those who are far away are extremely difficult to see.

Fangsheng Yuemao felt the atmosphere of the war and jumped up and down like a joyful creature. Teruhora Uesugi stroked his beloved horse's mane and jumped up.

Fujiwara court minister Uesugi Tansho Daibi Teruhu went into battle.

Murakami Yoshikiyo had already woken up at this moment, and his clothes and armor were neatly wrapped around his body. Years of fighting made him have a keen sense of war, and the inexplicable anxiety in his heart made him uneasy.

"Are the soldiers ready?" He looked at Yashiro Masakuni.

"Yes, the entire army has already had their meal and is descending the mountain to set up formations, waiting for His Highness's order to attack."

"Well, that's good. Let's gather my horse flag book and call everyone who can ride a horse." Murakami Yoshikiyo also put on his helmet and ordered the attendants to bring the horses.

"What are the movements of the commander of Kasugayama across the way?" "I'm sorry, the morning fog today is too heavy to detect. However, the commander of Uesugi is on the bank of Saikawa River with his back to the city and the river. If there is any change, he will know immediately."

The two armies were just across Hachimangahara, not that far away at all. Under normal circumstances, if you find a hillside and build a watchtower, you can clearly see what the other party is doing. Even if it is out of sight, tens of thousands of people and horses, and the screams of people and horses can't cover it up.

But, it’s foggy today!

Murakami Yoshikiyo asked around and found nothing. Takeda Harunobu even wrote a reply with a monogram in his own hand, telling him that he would arrive at the battlefield before noon and fight together.

Logically speaking, it is really impossible for anything unexpected to happen. Of course, it needs to be logical and expected.

Time passed, more than an hour passed, and nothing happened. Murakami's army has basically gone down the mountain to set up their formation, and Murakami Yoshikiyo's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Just wait for the Takeda meal." Masakuni Yashiro said as if to remind him.

"Arrange a thousand men, do not go out, and guard the east side of the army." Murakami Yoshikiyo understood. Although they are temporary allies, they must be guarded against.

Yashiro Masakuni nodded and named several samurai. These people immediately took orders to assemble their troops and change directions to form formations.

Just as the Murakami generals in the shogunate's tent began to have breakfast, the Buddha's call came from the sky and the earth.

Because it was not very clear, everyone could not hear it clearly. Older people with less sensitive ears may not even hear it.

This sound was not as loud as the cold Siberian wind that had not stopped blowing. It made people feel that it was just a soldier outside the tent praying before the battle.

Murakami Yoshikiyo felt a little uncomfortable as he put the wooden bowl with some soup left on the table. He stared blankly at the bowl, but the soup in the bowl was swaying regularly.

"Get ready to go out!" Murakami Yoshikiyo suddenly understood and shouted loudly.

The warriors who were still cooking rice didn't hesitate, and immediately put down their bowls, each wearing armor and helmets, carrying knives and guns.

Murakami Yoshikiyo didn't wait for them, and strode outside the tent.

It was eight o'clock before noon, and the thick fog had dissipated. The Uesugi army, which looked like mountains and seas, chanted the slogan "Touhachi Bishamonten!" Rolling in from the north, it covers the mountains and plains.

The army seemed to be descending from the Buddhist Kingdom in the sky. One team after another, through the heavy fog, they were approaching the Murakami Army.

Inoue Masamitsu, the banner general of Murakami Yoshikiyo, came out of the tent for the second time. The sight in front of him shocked him. But when Murakami Yoshihara was about to go to war, his mind became as clear as a mirror.

"Blow the conch to encourage the three armies!" He ordered in a deep voice to Masami Inoue.

All of a sudden, Inoue Masami's soul was called back, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Inoue Masami snatched the conch from the attendant's hand, and with all his strength, his cheeks were swollen.

"Woo~~wu~~wu~~" The sound of the conch spread across the battlefield.

Murakami's generals came out of the camp one after another. They originally planned to attack Uesugi's army at noon, but in a hurry, it turned into a sudden head-on confrontation.

Murakami Yoshikiyo was not panicked at all. He sat on his horse and looked at the three to four hundred Murakami cavalry who had gathered around him. He was full of confidence, as if he had grasped the situation of the world's war.

With a wave of the horse's sword, the sound broke through the air and roared sharply.

The four hundred Murakami cavalrymen were like their relatives in the Seto Inland Sea, the small morning boats, and they flew out in the blink of an eye.

The Murakami teams finally completed the basic deployment before Uesugi Terutora's army entered the camp, and the flags in front of them became clearer and clearer.

Team after team of archers were transferred to the front line, which was the advantage of the defender. It was better to weaken the enemy with long-range weapons than to let the enemy break in completely.

Others were panicking, but Murakami Yoshikiyo was not. Uesugi Terutora had 11,000, and even if he deducted the ambush, he had 12,000. Uesugi attacked and he defended. As long as he didn't make a stupid move, even if he was a god of war, he couldn't defeat the Murakami army, which was slightly larger in number, in three hours.

"Beat the drums and encourage the soldiers!"

Amid the rumbling drums, Takanari Hidemasa, the vanguard general of the Uesugi army, waved his spear, and his soldiers were archers in front and wielders in the back.

With a shout, the reserve troops, which had been advancing slowly, began to advance quickly.

The archers held arrows in their hands and one in their mouths. They drew their bows while running, and when the arrows from the Murakami army flew over, they stopped and fired their first round of arrows.

The Nagatari foot soldiers kept moving, and like a huge wave of anger, they crashed into the Murakami army's formation.

"It was me, Takanari Hei, who was the first to break into the enemy formation!"