Chapter 73: Pesticide Application

A merciful army cannot be commanded by a kind person, and there is no room for mercy on the battlefield. To put it bluntly, war is about sending people to death in various ways. As for the war dividends, it is none of the people's business.

However, Otomo Munemori's decision was more selfish, because he insisted on taking a gamble purely to consolidate his own power and status. Even though many people would die regardless of whether he won or lost, he didn't care.

For the superior, the inferiors can be civilians or soldiers, but they cannot be considered human beings. Therefore, it does not matter how many people die. What is important is how he uses this tragic victory to package himself as a tragic hero, thereby deepening his control over the pro-war faction and gaining more support from the Otomo family.

War is the continuation of politics, which Otomo Munemori did not understand until he was thirty years old. It was also from then on that he gradually transformed from a fierce tiger in the Otomo family into the leader of the war faction and successfully gained enormous political power.

Thinking of this, Otomo Munemori could not help but licking his lips. Even though he was weak and exhausted, his eyes were still like a greedy tiger seeing fresh flesh and blood. So, despite his weak body, he personally led the battle with only more than a hundred hatamoto left. This also inspired the samurai of the Otomo family, and they did not even think that the sword that would chop down on their heads as long as they retreated was a threat.

Samurai are the group that craves war the most. Without war, relying on their daily tasks such as purchasing, suppressing bandits and maintaining public security, they will only be mid-level samurai in their entire lives.

This was far from satisfying the warriors' ambitions and desires, so even though they knew that war meant death, they were willing to accept it, and would even fight to the death for it, just to improve their status, eat white rice balls every day, gain the favor of adults and the respect of civilians.

However, before they die in battle, the Ashigaru must rush to the front, because this is the meaning of the Ashigaru's existence. You can't let the samurai master be the first to die.

At this time, the shortcomings of the Babao Dahua Lun were also exposed. As long as the head and face were protected, even if injured, it would not be fatal on the spot. Especially when the Otomo family learned to climb to the middle of the mountain path first, cross the steepest stage and then spread to both sides, the situation gradually became unfavorable to the Moroboshi family.

Because this not only saves a lot of physical strength, but also allows them to wear armor and carry siege weapons, such as bows and arrows, extended spears, and bamboo rafts.

Bows and arrows are the most common weapons for suppressing the defenders on the city walls, and spears that are several meters long are enough to directly attack the defenders on the city walls. After all, the city walls are only three meters high, and a four or five meter long spear can really hurt the people on top. At least they dare not stick their heads out to attack at will. Bamboo rafts can effectively block crossbow arrows and rolling logs and stones.

However, as the exploding iron cans were thrown one after another, the morale of the Otomo family was once again seriously affected. Otomo Munemori was so angry that he had to offer more chips to maintain morale, and even took out his own sword as a reward for the first person to climb the city wall.

This undoubtedly ignited the blood of the samurai, and they rushed towards the city wall. Some smart ones even killed a few foot soldiers who were afraid to move forward, forcing them to rush to the front to block the arrows and act as human ladders.

In any case, the pressure on the Moroboshi family defenders increased greatly, so the Babao Army took out another secret weapon.

A group of people wearing masks and carrying backpack sprayers, just like the Babao Army who were going to spray pesticides in an orchard, kept pressing the levers to increase the pressure while extending the spray heads out of the city wall. Then the highly concentrated pesticides turned into water mist and fell from the sky, sprinkling on the heads of a group of howling Otomo soldiers.

Standing on the castle tower, Yan Xu could hardly suppress the smile as he witnessed this scene.

There was no other way. Every time he thought of what the descendants of the Japanese devils had done on that land, he couldn't help wanting to give something back. It was just that he didn't have the ability or the opportunity before. Now that he has the ability and the opportunity, he will definitely take it out for them to taste, as a way of paying back some interest. As a well-known and widely used pesticide, the blending ratio of dichlorvos is very particular, but for Yan Xu, a higher concentration is best. So once sprayed, not to mention the pungent smell, just falling into the eyes is enough to make any enemy collapse, not to mention the irritation to the nasal mucosa after inhalation. For a while, the foot of the city wall was full of Otomo's foot soldiers and samurai, just like the pests on the trees that had been sprayed with pesticides.

No matter what their identities are, now they can only lie on the ground and wail.

In fact, the war is almost over by now. Even if Otomo Munemori refuses to admit it and keeps roaring angrily to urge his soldiers to charge, he cannot change the facts.

The biggest reason is physical strength. Due to years of malnutrition, the endurance of both foot soldiers and samurai is not very good because they have no fat reserves, not to mention that they only have two rice balls in the morning. They have to climb mountains and charge, and finally have to fight in siege cities. How can they hold on? Now their legs are shaking just from standing, let alone continuing to fight.

If they had the advantage, they might have been able to hold on for a while, but after successive setbacks and continuous firearms and poison attacks from the Moroboshi family, the Otomo family, who saw no hope of victory, had lost their spirits and their morale was almost gone. Not retreating immediately was already the greatest respect for Otomo Munemori. As for continuing the attack, don't be silly. Even samurai would not throw their lives away in a hopeless place. At least the samurai who are still alive don't have this idea.

Knowing that the game was over, the flushed Otomo Munemori was in a bad state. His voice was still loud, but a little shrill at the end. His movements were still wild, but difficult to control, and he even accidentally hurt a girl close to him. But he didn't care anymore, because he knew he had lost, but he just didn't want to accept the reality.

However, Otomo Munemori's body could not withstand such exciting and drastic emotional changes. With the last mouthful of blood spurting out, the dark tiger of the Otomo family fell down.

It can be said that the battlefield was in complete chaos at this moment. Without the pressure of Otomo Munemori, the Otomo soldiers who had reached their limit could not hold on at all. In the absence of a consensus, chaos spread immediately.

At this moment, the Babao Army threw out fireworks and firecrackers in their hands without regard for the cost, causing greater chaos, so the soldiers of the Otomo family instinctively began to move towards the mountain road.

It is easy to go up a mountain but difficult to go down, let alone climb down a steep hill. If you are not careful, you may fall down and not even find a few intact bones. Therefore, the Otomo army had to retreat along the mountain path.

But the mountain path was narrow, and the crowd was crowded together, and countless people were trampled to death or rolled down.

"It's done!" Yi Yujing excitedly slapped the parapet, and then, under the gratified and encouraging gaze of his wife, he took a deep breath and lit the firecrackers given to him by his parents.

Whoosh, bang!

As firecrackers exploded in the air, Teruyamaru, with two swords in hand, showed a bloodthirsty smile, thinking that this was much more interesting and exciting than being a swordsman. Then he led the elite ronin soldiers and hatamoto and rushed out of the open city gate, hacking and killing all the way, chasing after thousands of people.

At this moment, unless Otomo Munemori stands up again and personally leads his troops to stabilize the defense line, no one can stop the defeat of the Otomo army. What's more, Yan Xu was well prepared and had left a trick outside the city in advance.

(End of this chapter)