The crowd of Hebian Village followed the streets beside the river that were not difficult to walk, and about four miles later, a castle built around the hills gradually showed his appearance.

An exquisite three-story Tianshou Pavilion is located on a small hill thirty or forty meters high, with towers arranged layer by layer around it.

The closer you get, the more you can see it clearly. The lime wall of Honmaru on the hillside is shining brightly under the sun at noon, and it makes people blink. The stone wall about three meters high is also meticulously maintained. Ninomaru's bow and iron cannon holes are tricky in various angles, while Sannomaru wraps many fangshiki and horse sheds.

Xiaopingta predicted what would be necessary if he came to attack the city, and a horse-riding warrior came to the side of the team. Everyone bowed their heads and saluted the warrior. The man clearly knew the village chief, then checked the village chief's team, showed a relatively satisfied smile, and led the team to the camp below the city. The voices and horses were neighing very lively.

As the saying goes, there are countless people and horses. It is estimated that there are no 10,000 here, and there are eight thousand. Xiaopingta thought so. The warrior, who should be Ma Feng, took the village chief back to the city to report.

Xiaopingta and everyone built a fire together, fed barley to the village chief's horse, laid a small tent, and fed clean water, raised the fire with the firewood he brought, and boiled water in a casting pot. Sure enough, not long after, the village chief returned to the camp, followed by two people carrying a mounted rice and one carrying a wooden barrel. Everyone showed longing eyes, and soon a middle-aged warrior holding a document came over, checked the number of people in the village and kept the rice, and then took out salt, miso cubes, medicine, kumbu, dried fish, and two large pickled radishes from the wooden barrel. After the village chief sent the warrior away, he cooked the miso soup with everyone, and ordered everyone to make rice balls and stir-fried rice. At the same time, he opened his luggage and took out another portion of salt, and added three times to the soup.

After eating the extremely salty food, Xiaoheita was ordered to go out to cut down bamboo and wood as thick as an arm. At the same time, various small teams still rushed to the city, gathering into the camp one by one, and there were endless streams of Mazi samurai commune. In the shrine not far outside the city, merchants and choirs continued to transport cloth and medicinal materials to the city and pay temporary levy fees.

After nightfall, the camp gradually became quiet, and Xiaoheita also found out all kinds of things. The Yamauchi family, the son of the former Gongfang, descended. To this day, the young master still went to Kyoto to serve the government every other year. The general of the family was 23,000 Guanwen, and a large army of 6,000 people could be mobilized on the military account. This time, he was from the Shirakawa family, which was conquered the lower reaches of the river. However, in order to open up the sea estuary and obtain salt, the family had to fight.

There was nothing to say all night, and the flags on the city were erected on the second day. There were waves of Taigong sounds, and the army gathered in front of Dashou's door. An old warrior with white hair stood on the steps and pressed loudly.

First, the horses and horses rode fifty horses and 12 strollers. All of them were bright and armored, and they agreed. Then, there were eleven squads of the 11 squads of the squad, and the team of about 500 people was led by the old master of Hosokawa Harumami. Others, such as the Hachiman Shrine, the Inan Forefather, the three masters, and so on, each arranged for the generals to gather together into an army.

At this time, the voice of the 16 people from Lianchuan came from the steps, and the village chief rushed forward immediately. Xiaopingta was stunned at the time. The village chief was a wild rich farmer in the ravine. What is the 16 people from Lianchuan? What about the four-day turtle-eight guns, the green god red ghost, and the bow of the seaway. It was so cruel? Could it be that in later generations, we, the village chief who was just over 1.5 meters tall, would it be rumored that the 16 people from Lianchuan were the second place. The horses outside the city of the palace stepped on the enemy camp, and a sword was powerful to fight against 30 people. Two famous generals were defeated under the spear. The ghost river was surrounded by forty-two battles in his life!
Chapter completed!