Chapter 72 Eight Treasures Great Hualun

The Babao soldiers who arrived at the battle position put away the Tiger Crouching Cannon they were carrying in a somewhat unfamiliar manner, and then put aside the Babao Dahua ship which was packed in a compartmentalized wooden box.

If the intelligence of the hatamoto was not higher than that of the farmers and foot soldiers, it would be difficult for them to master the things brought by Yan Xu in a short period of time. However, it was enough, because the Eight Treasures Dahua Wheel was a range kill and there was no need to consider the issue of precise strikes.

Following Yi Yujing's order, the Babao Army, which was on high alert, stuffed the lit Babao Dahua rounds into the Tiger Dun Cannon. With a muffled sound, one smoking Babao Dahua round after another fell from the sky and landed on the heads of the elite flagants on the mountain road. Then, they began to dispatch them in a tetanus attack amid loud noises and gorgeous fireworks that echoed through the mountains. The tough dispatch also caused bursts of wailing.

It was supposed to be shining brightly in the night sky, but now it was showing its bloody side on the battlefield. The Otomo army hatamoto who experienced it all personally had the most say in this, because except for the fact that their ears were almost deafened, they were really in pain all over their bodies.

This hatamoto was the most beloved one by Otomo Munemori. He had fought in many battles for many years and made countless contributions. Even when facing an equal number of samurai, they could hold their own in a short period of time. But this did not mean that they could withstand the Eight Treasures Daihana Rin. Even if they were wearing Domaru, it was useless. The coverage rate of this kind of armor commonly used by lower-level samurai was not that high, nor was it as strong as imagined. The tiny fragments of rusty iron could penetrate everywhere, especially the face, hands and feet, which were the hardest hit areas. There was a sudden wailing, and countless people became pockmarked and blind.

The most terrifying thing was that the Babao Dahua also ignited the gunpowder carried by the enemy. With the sudden burst of flames and smoke, seven or eight flagstones around were directly blown away. Their sophisticated armor and strong bodies became tattered, and their deaths were worthless.

But the Eight Treasures Army still did not stop firing. These modern cheap commodities did not increase the cost much after processing. Yan Xu allowed them to use them at will. If they really couldn't use them, they could spend 100 luck points to go back and purchase more. Therefore, the continuous loud noises directly destroyed this flagstone team that had no chance to show any value.

Although not many people died after being hit by the Babao Dahua, at this moment, these battle-hardened hatamoto were basically lying on the ground, covering their faces and hands, rolling around and wailing. They no longer had any fighting power. The hatamoto who were walking at the end and were lucky enough not to be affected too much were almost scared silly.

What was even more terrible was that the city gates were wide open, and Karakamaru, holding two sharp blades, led the elite ronin soldiers and rushed into the enemy camp like a wolf, madly harvesting lives.

The ronin elite soldiers are not samurai, and they do not have such a strong sense of honor. They have no psychological pressure to beat a drowning dog, not to mention that in their hearts, the orders of adults are the first priority, and they don’t care about anything else. So when facing opponents who can't even stand up, their subordinates are still ruthless and cruel. In the end, only the last twenty or thirty hatamoto of the Otomo family managed to escape.

Instead of chasing after the desperately fleeing Otomo hatamoto, the ronin elite soldiers skillfully finished off the enemy and began to collect the spoils after the battle.

First came the cannon, then the weapons and armor. The movements were quite smooth, but this also attracted the attention of the friendly forces on both sides.

After seeing this scene, the samurai of the Otomo family went crazy. They knew very well what this meant, so they immediately summoned the surrounding foot soldiers to rush from both sides, trying to kill these enemies who insulted the Otomo family and take back the large tube.

But how could Yi Yujing, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, let the other party get what they wanted? She waved her hand lightly, and the tiger squat cannons on the walls on both sides began to work hard, smashing the heads of the gathered foot soldiers with eight-treasure large rounds one after another, causing wailing everywhere, even for those warriors who were not afraid of death, or even worse, because they even took off their armor for the convenience of climbing.

It has to be said that although the mortality rate of the Babao Dahua ship is not high, its lethality is really exaggerated.

"Puff!" Otomo Munemori, who saw this scene at the foot of the mountain, first turned black, then white, and finally spurted blood far away. Yan Xu happened to see this scene and was very curious, because he didn't understand how the other party could spurt blood without oral ulcers and bleeding gums?

If it was internal bleeding, with this amount of bleeding, I'm afraid he wouldn't need an injection and could just sit and wait for his feast. If not, where did the blood come from?
Yan Xu's curiosity did not affect Otomo Munemori from continuing to vomit blood. After spitting out three mouthfuls of blood, although the stuffiness in his chest was relieved, the feeling of weakness spread throughout his body, making Otomo Munemori feel old for the first time.

However, Otomo Munemori soon regained his spirits. Although the death and injury of more than a hundred hatamoto made him heartbroken, and the wailing of foot soldiers all over the ground made him look livid, but he had experienced worse casualties before, so he understood that what he needed now was not impotent rage, but to make the right choice in time, whether to retreat or to take a gamble.

If they choose to retreat, the Otomo family will become a complete joke.

How could the Otomo family unify Fuetoshima after being defeated by a small family with several times more troops? And Otomo Munemori would become the biggest joke and would never be able to raise his head again. The only outcome would be to commit seppuku to apologize.

Therefore, Otomo Munemori never considered the problem of failure in all-in, because there was no need to consider this problem after failure.

"All troops attack!" Otomo Munemori's eyes turned red as he made an absolutely irrational decision.

It's not that Otomo Munemori had never failed before, but the one who made him taste the bitter fruit of failure was the regional overlord, the Mori family. Although he was defeated, it was still an honor. How could a mere Moroboshi family that came out of nowhere have the qualifications to make Otomo Anto retreat?

Of course, since Otomo Munemori chose to take a gamble, he was still somewhat confident, and his mind was not completely destroyed by anger and fear.

First of all, he had the advantage in military strength. He still had 1,500 soldiers, which was enough to completely suppress the defenders of Onimaruyama Castle. Secondly, although the firearms displayed by the opponent were unexpected, the lethality was not as high as imagined. If the opponent had not rushed out of the city gate to reap heads, most of the flags should have survived.

This is because Otomo Munemori did not understand the severity of tetanus. When the hatamoto injured by the Eight Treasures Daihana Wheel died in pain one by one, he would understand how cruel this weapon is.

Next, relying on his military advantage, Otomo Munemori did not focus on the key points and pressed forward in all directions, because the mountain road in the middle was simply a road to death. Having suffered a loss once, he would not continue to choose a breakthrough point there, but would advance on all fronts, try to dilute the strength of the Moroboshi family, and then tear through the defense line to break through.

Doing so would certainly result in heavy casualties, but Otomo Munemori could no longer care about that. He had to choose between being a coward who fled back from defeat or being a hero who returned from a tragic victory. In fact, it was not a difficult choice. Even if it cost him huge casualties, for the sake of his face, a few casualties would not matter.

(End of this chapter)