Chapter 397 56. The King Reigns over the Mountain of Sutras

Takeda Harunobu stepped out of the crowd, and a group of mother-clothes flags followed him. The flags and drums of the Takeda army sounded loudly, and 30,000 brave soldiers marched forward, with a rolling momentum, swallowing mountains and filling the sea.

The second trench set up by Kobayata was also filled, and there was no obstacle in front of the Kai army. The natural danger of the pass has been breached, and the Ina River Valley is a smooth road.

The Yamauchi army also did not stop, with round-shaped, crane-shaped, kite-shaped, cypress-shaped, orange-shaped, and cherry-shaped flags flying forward one after another, blown by the wind at the mountain pass.

The two armies advanced towards each other, facing each other, as if they were about to collide with each other. The two kings, together with their armies, turned into two fierce tigers in the mountains of Kaishin.

Before facing the enemy, they looked sharp with their eyes, without roaring or speaking a word. They just went forward, showing their fangs, and not showing any of their backs to the other side.

Kobayata and the others strode down the mountain, watching the silent contest between the two sides before the battle. Every time the drums were beaten, everyone's heart tightened.

Finally, Yoshiharu Yamanouchi and Harunobu Takeda seemed to have a telepathic connection. They waved their hands and the army stopped in response. Millions of people were like one arm, commanding with determination.

The two armies faced each other, but there was only the sound of horses neighing among tens of thousands of people. Those who hold weapons and remain silent are strong soldiers.

Yoshiharu Yamanouchi and Harunobu Takeda looked at each other across the plain. One breath, two breaths, three breaths, time passed.

When a drop of sweat on Kobayata's forehead fell to the ground inadvertently, Yoshiharu Yamanouchi was the first to go out under the protection of dozens of horsemen. At the same time, Harunobu Takeda also led dozens of red-armored cavalrymen to meet him.

The one riding the white horse is Yoshiharu Yamanouchi!

The one riding the black horse is Harunobu Takeda!

Both of them are descendants of samurai families. Although their horsemanship is not exquisite, it is far better than that of ordinary people. They drove forward fiercely, and the war horses under their crotch were rare and good horses.

Seeing that they were about to collide, both sides were nervous.

But the two still stopped at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding. Before the two horses kicked each other, they stood facing each other dangerously.

Yamanouchi Yoshiharu wore a ghost mask and a custom-made Nanbando armor. The sun at noon was so dazzling that it made people blink. The cloak behind him was fluttering, and the war horse under his crotch was extraordinary.

Takeda Harunobu wore a white bear fur cape from Suwa Hoshoin, and a red-style five-piece armor. The famous horse under his crotch was called Black Cloud, running like thunder and lightning.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, as if they were confirming. Then they bowed their heads and saluted slightly.

"Prime Minister, are you okay!"

"I've rarely seen Daizendono!"

"I heard about the rebellion in Kyoto and the death of Yulin in Shinshu, so I came to pay my respects! Please don't be anxious, Prime Minister, and withdraw your troops and make peace together."

"Dashu was murdered by the traitor, and the whole world was shocked. Yulin died loyally and died a worthy death. Daizendono doesn't need to worry about it. This matter will be handled by our Yamanouchi family. Please withdraw your troops and protect the country and the people."

Takeda Harunobu paused, and didn't say much for a while, but turned back to look at the 30,000 armored troops behind him.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu smiled in his heart, holding the reins with his left hand, raised his right hand, and gently pushed down the ghost mask on his face.

It was the face that had been in the East for thirty years, killing people and Buddhas, revitalizing Yamanouchi, and spanning five countries.

Takeda Harunobu's pupils shrank rapidly. That was the face of one of his biggest enemies in unifying the East, Yamanouchi Yoshiharu. He had already imprinted this face into his bones and would never make a mistake.

"Fight? Not fight?"

"If we fight, we will die together!"

Yamauchi Yoshiharu's face, which was stiff due to a stroke, looked even colder, and he spoke earth-shaking words without any emotion.

After hearing the four words "die together", Takeda Harunobu did not show any expression on his face, but looked back at his 30,000 troops, and then looked at the tall white flag standing in the Yamauchi army.

He smiled faintly: "No fight."

"I will send the imperial physician to come and see the prime minister."

Takeda Harunobu patted the horse's neck lightly, and Heiyun understood. The horse turned its head, jumped with four hooves, and ran back to the Takeda camp.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu did not move, standing in the wilderness like a supreme ruler.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! All troops retreat!..."

When he came, he was fierce, and when he left, he was still tall and strong. The front team became the back team, and the various teams of the Takeda army retreated from the Jingzhiyuekou in unison, without any commotion or delay.

Yoshiharu Yamanouchi galloped back to the main camp, and the Yamanouchi army erupted in cheers of great momentum. From east to west, tens of thousands of troops saluted Yoshiharu Yamanouchi devoutly and respectfully, as if worshiping the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

The countrymen and nobles who were originally ambivalent all dismounted and knelt on the ground. Yoshiharu Yamanouchi is still Yoshiharu Yamanouchi, even if the tiger is old and sick, he is still a tiger. The power of the tiger cannot be questioned by the jumping jackals, they are only worthy of submission!

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Under Iida Castle, Yoshiharu Yamanouchi sat high on his horse, and dozens of samurai knelt under his horse. Yoshiharu Yamanouchi just stared at them like this, without saying a word.

The lord of Fukashi Castle in Azumi County, Ogasawara Nagatoki, and his heir, Ogasawara Sadakei, bowed their heads particularly obviously, their foreheads were deeply sunken in the mud, and they did not dare to show any dissatisfaction at all.

"Why is Shinshu no Kami (Ogasawara Sadakei) like this?" Yamanouchi Yoshiharu spoke each word with a calm expression.

"I am guilty of a thousand crimes. I was sent to serve as a keeper. I was incompetent and delayed the time. Please punish me, Your Highness."

Ogasawara Nagatoki was two years older than Yamanouchi Yoshiharu and couldn't bring himself to do that. But Ogasawara Sadakei was not afraid. He knelt on the ground, ignoring the dirt on the ground, and walked to the foot of Yamanouchi Yoshiharu's horse.

He had no dignity as a samurai daimyo, and put down all his dignity to beg for Yamanouchi Yoshiharu's forgiveness.

"Why do you say that, Lord Shinshu (Ogasawara Sadakei)? Didn't you and your son respond to military service and lead the troops here?"

Yamauchi Yoshiharu had some doubts in his tone, but everyone knew that he was just mocking Ogasawara Sadakei.

"How about this, the Grand Master (Ogasawara Nagatoki) retires, and the Lord Shinshu succeeds as the head of the family. I have a daughter, and I will make a marriage contract with the legitimate son of the Lord Shinshu. What do you think?"

"I couldn't ask for more, the Prime Minister's great kindness, I will never forget it." This was said by Ogasawara Nagatoki.

After watching this good show, the rest of the country's nobles, Ogasawara Nagatoki, the former guardian of 15,000 kanmon, was defeated by Yamauchi Yoshiharu with just one sentence. From now on, Ogasawara Nagatoki himself and Ogasawara Sadakei's legitimate son will go to Yamauchi Fuchū Castle as hostages, and the status of the originally semi-independent famous lord family will be greatly reduced in an instant.

"Everyone, please stand up. Thank you for sending troops." The remaining nobles were already intimidated.

They said they dared not, but climbed up with their hands and feet, and retreated to the crowd on both sides without even farting, quietly becoming the background.

"Koyata. Koyata!"

"Here!"

Koyata jumped out of the ranks of retainers and answered loudly, walked quickly to Yamanouchi Yoshiharu with a righteous spirit, and knelt down respectfully.