God knows whether they will be filled with grief and anger and attack the military camp in anger, causing a tragedy of fratricide!

Even though I knew it was a fire, I could only hold my nose and swallow it!

In this way, the Changzhou generals of Tianlong Temple had no choice but to open the camp gate and let the remaining soldiers into the camp.

Sure enough, as soon as the remaining soldiers entered the camp, rumors spread rapidly in the military camp about how brave the Shinsengumi were, how cunning the Satsuma army was, and how we would definitely lose.

The soldiers in the camp all knew the tragic endings on other battlefields.

In just one day, nearly ten thousand troops in Fushimi and Yamazaki suffered a devastating blow.

Currently, the only troops that can still fight are those from Tianlong Temple... But no one with a brain will have optimistic thoughts about the current war situation.

Since last night, the Changzhou camp has been full of scenes of "imminent defeat".

People who groan in pain because of their injuries…

People who weep secretly...

A man with his head hanging down and a look of despair...

listless patrol...

Those who are unwilling to give up, still want to fight against the trapped beast, and work hard to boost morale...

The so-called "doomsday scenario" is nothing more than this.

Even the main formation was completely silent.

At this moment, all the generals of the Changzhou Army gathered in this formation.

Looking up, almost all the generals looked shabby and miserable.

There is no shortage of injured people.

Kusaka Genrui sat on the maza with a dull expression.

The spine in his back seemed to have been ripped out, and he fell forward limply, with his two elbows touching his legs to barely support his body.

Late last night, under the brave escort of those loyal ministers, Kusaka Genrui finally arrived safely at Tenryuji Temple without any danger.

For the generals of the Changshu Army, Kusaka Genrui's survival was truly a blessing among misfortunes.

This only good news gave them some comfort.

I don't know if it was because he rekindled his desire to live or something else, but after arriving at Tenryuji Temple, Hisaka Genrui no longer shouted "Let me die", but became quite quiet...or maybe too quiet.

In the past, Genrui Kusaka, who was very eloquent and good at public speaking, would have spoken out to encourage everyone immediately.

But this time, he remained silent and didn't say a word.

No words, no expression... At first glance, it looks like both a string puppet and an autistic person.

This made the Changzhou generals feel very uneasy.

Even though there was no relevant notice, at dawn today, the generals came to the formation consciously and tried to discuss strategies to break the situation.

However, quite some time has passed, and the inside and outside of the formation are still surrounded by silence that can be heard as a needle drops.

No one made a sound, no one spoke...

Such a result is just a matter of course.

After all, the status quo is so rotten that nothing can be done about it...

Overwhelming military disadvantage, low morale, equipment gap like a dimensionality reduction strike... Even if Han, Bai, and Weihuo were still alive, facing such a huge gap in combat power, they could only raise their hands and surrender.

The radicals who used to dance the loudest and shout the loudest now have their heads lowered and their eyes are looking at their noses and hearts, their faces are expressionless, and their dull eyes look like dead people.

By now, all mentally ill patients who are not completely deranged have begun to see the current situation clearly.

They went into the battle with full confidence, but they were completely defeated in just one day... Especially the disastrous defeat on the Fushimi battlefield brought an unspeakable impact to them.

The Shinsengumi didn't even send out infantry or cavalry, they just used muskets and artillery to beat them to the ground.

What the hell? Is this how the battle is fought?!

Artillery is just that, but Western muskets are so powerful?!

In this way, it is difficult for these radicals who advocate idealism and talk about the "soul of Changzhou" to have strong self-doubt about themselves: Is the concept of respecting and fighting that we have always adhered to wrong?

At this moment, in the corner of the main formation, Katsura Kogoro, dressed in cloth, was leaning against a tree trunk, arms folded, neither seeming to be thinking nor in a daze, just staring straight at something not far away.

Genrui Kusaka.

Beside him, Prajna squatted on the ground like a gangster, sweeping his eyes around the formation, and smacked his lips a few times:

"Tsk tsk tsk, pathetic... What a miserable loss. The coffin is almost gone."

Katsura Kogoro's face darkened:

"Prajna, shut up."

Prajna turned a deaf ear to his rebuke and continued:

"Let me tell you, Katsura Kogoro, why don't you kill that Kusaka Genzui?"

"……What did you say?"

Katsura Kogoro suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head to the side, and cast a sharp gaze at Hannya.

Prajna shrugged.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not afraid of you."

"I can subdue you to the ground with just one hand. It's not much more difficult than pressing a woman down on the bed."

"Although I don't like you, I have to admit that you are indeed a person."

"Able in literature and martial arts, and also very courageous, he is a man capable of doing great things."

"No wonder Yamata no Orochi values ​​you."

"In terms of individual skills alone, Kusaka Genrui is indeed pretty good, but his head is broken."

Prajna raised his hand and poked his forehead.

"Expelling all Westerners and returning this country to a state of isolation... His mind is full of these unrealistic ideas, how can he not be defeated?"

"Instead of letting this guy continue to waste Changzhou's manpower and material resources, it would be better to directly kill people and seize power."

"If you had done this early in the morning, you might have been able to avoid today's disaster."

"Look, after being tortured like this by that kid, not only did you gain nothing, but it also greatly reduced Changzhou's national strength, making the situation even more precarious."

Prajna expected that after he finished speaking, he would receive a fierce rebuttal from the other party.

Because he knew that Katsura Kogoro always valued his former classmates.

Unexpectedly, the scolding he expected did not come.

"..."

Katsura Kogoro remained silent, his expression complicated.

Prajna turned his head in surprise, looked at the other person up and down, then grinned:

"Ha~~ It seems that the kid who always talks about 'fellow disciples' and 'classmates' has finally grown up."

Ignoring Hannya's taunt, Katsura Kogoro silently raised his gaze and cast an intriguing look at Gensui Kusaka who was not far away.

At this moment, a series of panicked footsteps came from afar, approaching from far away.

After a moment, a messenger soldier with an anxious face broke into the sight of Katsura Kogoro and others.

"Lord Kusaka! The enemy, the enemy's army has begun to take action!"

The moment this person finished speaking, the sky was pierced by the rapid sound of horns.

Woo—! Woo—! Woo—! Woo—woo—! Woo—!

Countless birds flew out in fright, rising like locusts from the Arashiyama Mountain behind Tenryuji Temple.

The generals, including Genrui Hisaka and Kogoro Katsura, straightened up as if reflexively, their extremely ugly faces looking like they had been splashed with black ink.

…

…

"Moo! Moo!"

After eating more than 60 kilograms of good forage and resting for a night, the radish regained its vitality.

Qing Deng held the spear in hand and rode the ox to the front of the formation, looking at the Tianlong Temple in the distance.

Tenryuji Temple faces Arashiyama to the west, and it is only in this direction that troops cannot be deployed.

The other three directions - north, east, and south - were all surrounded by heavy troops.

This was a battle that was sure to be won, and the almost unearned military exploits were in front of them, which greatly boosted the fighting spirit of the soldiers.

Even the vassal armies wanted to get involved and asked for battle one after another.

Of course, Qingdeng couldn't let these trash pick peaches and take the credit.
To be continued...