"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...Om, Bolamolindoning, Savaha..."

In the Tensori Pavilion in Osaka Castle, Tokugawa Keiki sat cross-legged on the tatami, with a string of rosary beads in his hand, and there was an open sliding wooden door in front of him. The battlefield in the distance was unobstructed.

The general was chanting scriptures and praying for the dead men. In Japanese Buddhism, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was very popular. He twice, and he could see the stone-carved Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva everywhere. When people passed by, they would pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

Perhaps it is because of the Japanese Bushido spirit's admiration for death, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who is in charge of hell, is closer to them. These warriors who died on the battlefield also hope to get the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

Four hundred warriors had completed their mission, the imperial banner was trampled on the ground and even cut by Lecha, and the glory of the coalition was trampled on the ground, but these dead soldiers were only more than two hundred left.

Around them were the coalition soldiers rushing up like waves. They seemed to have forgotten that they had foreign guns in their hands. They only knew how to use the cold weapons in their hands to kill these rebels, as if this would relieve the breath in their hearts.

"The jade of the Xuanwu Team was broken here."

"The jade of the Suzaku Team is broken here."

"The General Guards broke here."

The samurai of the Nitokawa family defended their loyalty with their lives, and death made the samurai way they insisted on. They wanted to lean on their shoulders and form a circular array on the earth platform. The sword danced like the wind, and the enemy troops rushed up were killed and pushed wave after wave.

"Come on...you cowards...the cowards from the Western Kingdom let you taste the power of the Eastern Kingdom warriors."

"How come the shogunate's grace for two hundred years has raised you, killing and killing you."

The warriors all killed them into blood gourds. The Japanese Taidao adhered to the secret technique of the Tang sword and was a famous cold weapon king in the world. However, even the Taidao made by these famous craftsmen have been broken countless times.

"We still have rib gaps without too much knife, and we still have fists without rib gaps. Come on, let this battle be recorded in history, and our names will be remembered forever by future generations."

At this time, the more than a thousand musketeers were also crazy. Four hundred warriors were motivated and their blood was boiling. No one turned around and ran away. They rushed into the gap in the camp.

"We rushed out together. If we want to die, we will die together, gather together, and let our soldiers unite." But the musketeers did not play any role in close combat. Their sacrifices did not have any effect except to make the entire battle more tragic.

No, their sacrifices still work. Their deaths inspired the morale of the entire Osaka Castle defenders. Now 10,000 soldiers in the entire city suddenly started to roar in rhythm.

"Ho huh...ha, huh...ha." Every time they yell, they would knock on their armor with weapons. The whole city was shrouded in this tragic atmosphere, and the soldiers' eyes were shattered with grief and anger.

The musket team was quickly submerged in the crowd, and the warrior circle formation was compressed and smaller. Many injured warriors were dragged into the crowd by coalition soldiers and were actually dismembered.

The murderous aura of grief and anger soared into the sky, and the world was crying. A cloud began to cover the sun. In a dense forest east of the battlefield, several intelligence officers from the imperial hall were watching the battlefield at the foot of the mountain with telescopes. Behind them were a few ninjas, looking at the costumes of coalition and shogunate.

"Be good, these Japanese are so crazy. Why don't the coalition forces use foreign guns and fire a volley of bows and arrows?" A prison hall, oh no no no, it should be called the CIA now. Xiao Letian directly plagiarized the name of this famous organization in later generations at the beginning of the year.

The CIA is still under the responsibility of Wang Huaiyuan. In the Qing Dynasty alone, it is under ten intelligence branches including the northwest, southwest, two lakes, Guangdong and Guangxi, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Fujian and Taiwan, North China, Beijing and Capital, outside the pass, and Mongolia. The number of domestic intelligence personnel has approached 100,000.

The area Wang Huaiyuan was responsible for was not only within the Qing Dynasty, but also under his control. The intelligence agencies in Ryukyu, Southeast Asia, Indian Ocean, North America and Europe were directly managed by Xiao Letian.

Xiao Letian's emphasis on intelligence work has reached a pervert. It may be because of his identity as a time traveler, or because he tasted the sweetness of predicting the future, so in Xiao Letian's strategy, intelligence work is even more important than the construction of the new army.

Now the annual allocation of the CIA has reached the scale of four million dragon-patterned silver coins. This was only the British Empire in the world at that time. Thanks to the huge profits of silver trade and private minting silver coins, otherwise it would not be able to support this scene.

There is no waste of money in the world. With the support of huge funds, the Intelligence Bureau's infiltration into Japan has reached its peak. No one knows how many spies there are in Japan's mountains and rivers.

The monks in the traveling side, the merchants who trafficked, the loaders at the docks, the geishas who sang and danced, and the down-and-out wild warriors and ninjas... no one can tell that those people here are the spies under Xiao Letian.

The four sects of the Anti-Mao did not know that Hokkaido had 5,000 more elite new army hidden, which was the killer weapon of the Tokugawa family. They did not know that 10,000 new troops were trained in Aizu Wakamatsu Castle, and all this could not escape Xiao Letian's eyes. It was precisely because of the massive intelligence support that Xiao Letian, Pierre and others could judge the enemy's plan so accurately.

There are more than one observation whistle around the Osaka battlefield. The question of the novice intelligence officer made the people present sneered, "You are too young, you don't understand what Japanese Bushido is like. People who uphold this spirit are sometimes cunning and sometimes stupid."

"The Japanese generals have a very exquisite understanding of tactics. Let's look at the tactics of the Tokugawa family. They have used fraud to the extreme and are really willing to put down the bait. Now the reversed coalition has been controlled by him. If the Prime Minister doesn't take action, I think the coalition will lose this time."

"Tactical cunning cannot cover up the fact that the Bushido spirit is too fanatical. Look at the fact that the Imperial Banner is destroyed, the coalition forces are completely crazy. It is not that they do not know that foreign guns and bows are useful, but that they must use this way of killing the enemy to atone for the emperor."

"Do you understand? They think that the dignity of the samurai has fallen into the quagmire with the fall of the Imperial Banner. They must use blood to prove that they are still a brave warrior... Rather than saying that they are atonement for the Emperor and the Bushido spirit, they are atonement for the fear in their hearts."

"Fear." Several new intelligence officers around him asked in confusion.

The leading intelligence officer sneered, "I have been doing business with sea merchants since I was a child. I have been to Japan several times when I went to Jiangnan. At that time, I had some insights into this group of Japanese people... How could a nation that has been troubled by typhoons, earthquakes, volcanoes, wars and hunger since ancient times have no fear in my heart."

"No Japanese know what their tomorrow will be like. Even if you are a famous person, a natural disaster will defeat him, so they have a sense of insecurity in their bones, which is a fear of not being able to survive..."

"Later, I had the honor to hear the Prime Minister's small class three times. Important backbones of our Japan Intelligence Bureau gathered together to listen to the Prime Minister's explanation. Only then did I know where the crazy Bushido of the Japanese came from."

"The Prime Minister said that Bushido's madness is actually a collection of all the fear factors in the hearts of the Japanese. They cannot change the cruel natural environment of this island. Japan's attempt to attack the mainland twice in history was also shattered by the Central Plains civilization... Since the environment cannot be changed, then Japan can only change yourself..."

"Why do you have to laugh at death? It's because even if you don't smile, this broken island may have an earthquake that will bury you one day. Fear is a day, and smile is a day. Since death is inevitable, you have to force yourself to smile at death. Overcoming fear is a survival skill that every Japanese samurai must learn..."

"Because the Japanese have no way out, their bodies are already soaked in hell. Do they still have to let their hearts be soaked in hell?"

"Did you see that these crazy soldiers have already begun to lingchi and the Tokugawa Dead Soldiers. The bodies have turned into pieces of minced meat and mixed with mud and stepped on their feet. Only in this way can they wash away the guilt and fear in their hearts after losing the imperial banner..."

"Only in this way can we deceive our hearts and make them feel more comfortable in the rest of their lives..."

Several intelligence officers looked at the intelligence officer who was commanding him with great admiration, thinking that no wonder they were leaders, and their vision was higher than ours.

The intelligence officer blushed slightly and said, "I'm just selling it now. I just received the training last month. How can the truth that the prime minister said is not awesome?"

"Oh, look, the Imperial Banner has been broken, it's a massacre, this is a one-sided massacre... Hurry up, send a signal to the sea..."

The camp of the Overturning Alliance Army has now become a Shura Hell, and all the musketeers are trapped in the crowd. The angry and roaring coalition soldiers have grabbed every Tokugawa dead soldier, poked them with various weapons, and even bit their teeth and tear them with their hands.

Those warriors who destroyed the imperial banner were punished the most terrifying punishment in the early morning, and their flesh and blood were cut into pieces by knife, and some even grabbed human flesh and stuffed it into their mouths.

"My little island is broken here... Xuanwu team has been loyal to the lord."

"I, the Erlang of Qianjiang, broke my jade here... The Vermilion Bird Team is loyal to the lord."

"Takepa Tokugawatamura is broken here...the general's personal guard... has been loyal to the lord."

In the rolling crowd, the struggling warrior shouted the last sentence of his life and was swallowed and drowned. All the three thousand dead soldiers of the Tokugawa Army were broken under the imperial banner.

Tokugawa Kiyoshi's tears rolled down, and he knelt on the ground and turned his head to the dead, "Hay... I Tokugawa Kiyoshi accepted your loyalty on behalf of the shogunate. Please feel free to pass away. You guys have become gods..." This book was first released from 17K Novel Network, and you can read the genuine content as soon as possible!
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