"Yu has long said that as long as the Mother God prays devoutly, the Mother God will definitely give us divine power. What are these mere little Ming soldiers? I can kill a hundred people now, and I should do this by all the warriors."

"I have 13,000 warriors, and I can kill 1.3 million Ming troops!"

Hosokawa Manto was wearing red armor and riding a horse. The red light on his body was the deepest and the illusory horn on his head was the longest.

Originally, after learning that tens of thousands of Ming troops appeared in Yiyu Country, especially when I learned that Yiyu Country was destroyed within an hour and the entire Kono family was killed, the first thing that came to mind was to run away and ask his brother Hosokawa Mantsu to take the lead.

But then I thought about it that after all, I was the head of the Hosokawa clan and the guardian Daimai of two sub-country countries. I ran away like this and couldn't stand the face. I guess I would be beaten by Ashikaga Yoshiman when I went to Kyoto.

As the saying goes.

If you cram the Buddha for a moment, you will be shining even if you are not happy.

Hosokawa Mantomoto hugged not the Buddha's feet, but the divine feet.

He went to the temple to worship the mother god of Japan, namely Izhanami, the wife of Izhana. The legendary God of the Ultimate Dominance of the Japanese Dynasty, which means almost the same as the God of Death.

After paying his respects, he suddenly felt his body's power burst out. Then when he went out, he found that more than 20,000 people in the warrior group had changed. They all seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and red light appeared on the surface of his body, and he had the urge to hit ten.

Even Hosokawa Mantomoto did an experiment before leaving. He couldn't even break the apple, but with one palm, he actually split the stone.

"Lord, wise, the appearance of this little Ming army is not an opportunity for the lord. As long as you take Yi Yu, from then on, the entire four countries will be respected."

The retainers around him agreed.

This is natural. After all, everyone was surrendered to the shogunate of the Ashikaga clan before. It was okay to have small frictions, but it was impossible to fight and annex. But now it is different. The Ming army killed the Kono clan, and it was considered to be a great honor to restore the country.

When Hosokawa Manmoto heard this, he thought that he would become the boss of the entire Shikoku region, his face was filled with a look of arrogant and pride.

"Brother, someone is there."

Hosokawa Mantoshi next to him raised his hand and Hosokawa Mantoshi also looked at him and indeed saw a person appearing under the city gate.

Just one person, standing alone.

"Haha, looking for death."

Hosokawa Manmoto didn't take this person seriously at all, just thought that it was someone who didn't have any eyes.

"kill!"

With a word, he took the lead in rushing out with his sword, and more than 20,000 warriors behind him also rushed out.

On the city wall, Ping'an, who had just arrived, had not had time to breathe, and saw the Japanese samurai charge and Zhu Xiongying who appeared on the battlefield.

'It seems that Your Majesty is in a bad mood, otherwise he would never go to the battlefield in person.'

The deputy commander on the side of the original side saw His Majesty the Emperor alone outside the city gate, and was anxious to open the city gate to send troops to rescue the emperor, but was stopped by Ping An.

After personally experiencing the battlefield in Shandong, Ping An has long believed it.

The world is so great, who can hurt my emperor?!

The sky is still not good, let alone some Japanese slaves.

"Send the order to hunt down the Japanese slave army."

Ping'an said in a deep voice, confused the deputy general on the side. Before he even started fighting, why did he chase the remnants?

This coach did not participate in the last battle in Shandong, so he naturally did not understand the profound meaning of it, and Ping An was too lazy to pay attention to it.

Zhu Xiongying, on the battlefield, looked at the Japanese slave warriors rushing towards him calmly. A murderous intent appeared. Old Zhu was hacked and he was in a bad mood. If these Japanese dared to provoke, what's the difference between seeking death?

Hands, slightly raised.

‘Ten thousand swords return to the sect.’

A word in my heart, in an instant, behind Zhu Xiongying, the giant sword of red killing evil was transformed into a thousand swords!
Chapter completed!