Chapter 467 26. The Raging Fire Burns Away the Injustice

Standing at the camp gate to pass the order

Young men and women listen to the root

First drum, war meal prepared

Second drum, tight robe

Third drum, sword unsheathed

Fourth drum, soldiers handed over

Everyone who moves forward will be rewarded

Backing off will inevitably be stabbed

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Today I will teach you how powerful the Shannei Army is, which has been victorious in every battle and has been victorious in the East for six generations and hundreds of years!

At five o'clock in the morning, the troops from all camps came out of the camp and lined up. Qigui tied the Qianchengjin bamboo leaf horse flag behind his back, and the two flags on the left and right were led by ropes, and they came out swaggeringly.

It is always necessary to line up in full formation and exercise together to know the majesty of the army. At this moment, you can also know the special romance of war, as the leader of an army, look up.

Xiao Pingtai straddled a hundred sections, looking extremely majestic and heroic. The rising sun shone on the silver-shining Nanman body that was rubbed from time to time, adding a bit of momentum.

Without the horse and the army's equipment, he still held the green bamboo stick, and when he pushed the horse's belly, the horse leaped up.

All the troops and teams saw Xiao Pingtai's heroic figure, that's right! He was calculating the spoils of war like a despicable businessman with an abacus, how could he be a samurai.

The foot soldiers cheered and looked up, hoping that Xiao Pingtai would lead them to a hearty victory.

The division was set, and the brave soldiers of each team held wooden shields and bamboo bundles, with the bow feet at the back and the long and agile arms at the back. The iron cannons blocked the wooden bridge, and the public was divided into three groups, riding horses and patrolling outside the trench.

Xiao Pingtai personally supervised the team, the wooden shields were set, and the soldiers who were good at throwing in each team held the oil cans made overnight, some large, some small, some long, some short, sealed with yellow mud, and half a can of kerosene.

It was thrown to the town 20 to 30 meters away with a crackling sound. The oil tank broke when it hit the ground, and the kerosene splashed everywhere.

The Ikki on the opposite side was not unaware of what it was, but they were sure that the Yamauchi Army would not be willing to set fire to such a large town, and they were ready to use the sweet cake of the gate town to constantly entangle the Yamauchi Army and bleed the Yamauchi Army.

But who could have imagined that after only more than a hundred people died, the Yamauchi Army would no longer bite the bait, and was determined to break through the town and conquer the entire temple.

Now that the kerosene has been thrown over, anyone who is not a fool can understand that the next step is arson. A feeling of fear immediately spread, and many Ikki retreated unconsciously.

But Kobayata would not let them retreat. Each team of troops and hundreds of archers shot fire arrows like rain in the sky. It was dry and rainless, and once they caught fire, the fences, trees, and townhouses beside the trenches caught fire in an instant.

The rebels who were unable to retreat in time were even stained with sparks, and fell to the ground and rolled and screamed.

When the town saw the fire, people rushed out and tried to put it out. Kobayata would not tolerate them. On the one hand, he ordered the bows to diffuse the fire, and at the same time ordered the iron cannons blocking the bridgehead to fire along the canal to intimidate the rebels.

Once the fire started, it was not so easy to put out. If the rebels were soldiers with strict orders and disciplined troops, they could still break down houses and isolate the fire.

But they were a mixed group of rebels after all. Some advanced and some retreated. The organization was weak and lacked grassroots officers. The fire was impossible to save and became more and more intense.

The rebels trapped in the fire climbed over the trench and tried to escape. The horsemen received Kobayata's order to patrol along the canal. If anyone showed his head, they would cut off his head with a knife.

The people cut and the horses trampled, forcing the Ikkids who had crossed the canal to retreat back to the hell of fire. If there were those who stayed in the canal and refused to return to the town, they would be attacked with iron cannons and bows and arrows.

In any case, no Ikkids were allowed to escape from the fire, and they were forced to approach the Honshoji Temple. The attack on the bridge was led by Uncle Tsunara and his father. Everyone covered their faces with wet cotton cloth and rushed into the bridge.

The Ikkids were in chaos and had no strength to resist. The big bronze bell in Honshoji Temple rang loudly, calling on the believers to hold their ground and hinder the attack of the Yamauchi army.

But once the army collapsed, the mountains collapsed and the sea collapsed!

The Ikkids in the town were like headless flies, unable to escape from the town, so they turned around and retreated to Honshoji Temple.

The Yamauchi army fanned the flames and set fire along the canal, vowing not to stop until the entire town in front of the gate was burned down. The billowing black smoke went straight to the sky, and the places within more than ten miles could be seen clearly.

"Very good, each team guards the ditch, and wait until the fire is extinguished in the afternoon, and then attack the main mountain, Honshoji Temple."

Standing under the Qianchengjin Bamboo Leaf Horse Flag, Kobayata's face was red from the scorching fire, and he was sweating in the early spring, but he still kept a close eye on the battle situation.

Once the fire started, the Ikki was doomed to fail, and there was no possibility of saving it.

"What a big firework!"

"Isn't it? It's worth at least a thousand kan!"

Uncle Tsunayoshi, with a lot of soot on his head and face, rode back to the team on horseback. It was obvious that he was still a little reluctant to set fire to such a prosperous town.

However, these Ikki had always resisted the king's army time and time again. So naturally, when the heavenly soldiers arrived, everything would be destroyed.

"I'm afraid that the thousand-dollar fireworks on the Kamo River in Ryoko-gyo are not as expensive as this, tut tut tut..."

After taking the wet cotton cloth handed over by his family, Uncle Tsunayoshi took off his helmet and wiped his face carelessly.

"This is just a small part. The big part is in Honshoji Temple. By then, it will be more than a thousand kan, and it may be five thousand kan."

Looking at the fire in front of him, the crackling sound of burning and the shrill screams of the Ikki people trapped in the fire, it is really an indescribable feeling.

Xiao Pingtai was not worried that the fire in the town would affect Honshoji Temple. Normally, such a fire that swept the town would be almost impossible to extinguish manually.

In the United States, Canada, and in the northeast of our country, there have been fires in the forests, and dozens or hundreds of square kilometers have been burned. Sometimes, it is useless to open a buffer zone of hundreds of meters, and the fire will jump over. (I really don’t understand the principle, a fire tornado? Or something, anyway, it is difficult to extinguish.)

But the Honshoji Temple may have noticed this intentionally or unintentionally when it was designed and built. The section from the gate town to the main body of the temple is about 200 meters, and there is a 3-4 meter wide canal in the middle.

There is only a temple gate between the two, and no other buildings. The fire in the town can’t burn into the temple even if it wants to. It can’t be that the fire can really fly.

If it can fly 200 meters and burn into Honshoji, then Xiao Pingtai will have nothing to do, and now he can pack up and go back to the mountains.

“Will the fire spread to the temple?” Uncle Tsunayoshi looked at the fire and was a little worried.

"Don't worry, it won't happen!"

"Uncle, tell all the teams to retreat. This fire will burn for at least two or three hours, so let it burn."

"Okay!"

The main temple of Mikawa Province, Honshoji Temple, was founded by Master Kinuen, and expanded by Master Rennyo. Several generations of Honshoji officials worked hard to manage it. The current size of the temple was reduced to ashes in the fire.