.One Hundred and Ninety-Nine, Long-distance Run and Changing Banners (Part 1)

One Hundred and Ninety-Nine, Long-distance Run and Change of Banners (Part 1)

The Forestein Kingdom. Hamamatsu Port

The blue waves kiss the shore, the seagulls soar, the breeze blows on the face, the waves are endless, the white sails are dotted, and the people are noisy.

Hamamatsu Port, which once turned into ruins, suddenly became more prosperous than before with the arrival of the Naserel Far East Fleet.

In order to buy the morale of the army as quickly as possible and win with the most fierce silver bullet attack, Kamakura almost sold his own gold castle this time. Miss Mitsui Ryuki demolished her golden castle, forcibly collected all the gold and silver magic weapons from nearby temples, scraped off the gold powder plated on the Buddha statue, and even begged for nothing to use the private treasury that Feili pressed on the bottom cabin of the Xiangrui. Finally, she collected more than 100,000 taels of gold. With a head show, she instantly knocked out the fleet officers and soldiers who had been poor for a long time.

When leaving Osaka, the captains and captains all had a big pocket. Even the most ordinary sailors or naval soldiers received at least seven or eight taels of gold in their hands. The desire for consumption that had been forcibly suppressed for four months suddenly exploded uncontrollably.

With consumption demand, there will naturally be a trading market. I heard that so many rich men came ashore in Hamamatsu Port. Those smart vendors immediately emerged from some corner. They set up draft sheds among the ruins of Hamamatsu Port, shouting and selling soju, fish, pastries and all kinds of food, clothing and entertainment products, allowing the money they just got to flow out from the fingers of the fleet officers and soldiers.

Then, groups of female orioles also came to the scene and tried their best to empty the last dollar in the pockets of these sea athletes. Whether it was day or night, the camps on the shore or the cabins on the sea, they were always filled with the smell of wine and the fragrance of powder, flashing the women's heavy makeup, and all kinds of half-true screams and teasings. In addition, there were men drunken and unrestrained laughter and scolding as a foil. Under the stimulation of alcohol and **, people even fought each other to jealously.

The wanton squandering of thousands of soldiers created a deformed prosperity in this war-torn town. The only thing that was inconsistent with this prosperity was the wisps of black smoke burning corpses outside the city. With the sudden influx of a large number of people, a terrible plague also followed. The officers and soldiers of the Naserel Empire could still enjoy the treatment of the priests with the army. As for the locals who came to make a living, they did not have this treatment.

Of course, although these new guys spent money like flowing water and were not restrained at all, the Giant Bear Legion that arrived here first did not sit and eat up like a prodigal son. Instead, they made a lot of investments, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they made money every day...

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In a small valley not far from Hamamatsu Port, the giant bear underwear flag of the giant bear army is now floating.

Dozens of hot springs that continue to gush out of the ground all year round, making the valley always lingered with thick water vapor like clouds. The resulting geothermal heat makes the valley evergreen all year round. Although it is the late autumn when everything is slaughtering, the gentle hillside is still green and there are many large and small hot ponds scattered in the middle. Just take a few cloth curtains to surround it, which is a very ideal hot spring bath.

In peacetime, there were several very good hot spring hotels in this valley, but unfortunately they were burned by bandits a few months ago, leaving only a few charred stakes. But now there are more neat camps, soldiers of all races soaked in hot water and chatting while drinking sake, as well as princes of the old vassal states and former generals of the Western Army who were rushing to meet the gifts.

In order to avoid the noisy crowds in Hamamatsu Port, after the Far East Fleet arrived, Feiri took his headquarters to move here. While setting up a camp tent and soaking himself in a hot spring filled with sulfur, eliminating the fatigue of this long-distance raid, he recruited a steady stream of envoys from all sides, and dealing with the final work after the victory.

The Fuji battle, which originally thought would turn into a battle between tens of thousands of people in the East and West armies, ended overnight.

That night, Feiri led more than 400 dark elf female warriors to rush for more than fifty miles to attack the enemy's main formation in Fujimi Town. The initial goal was to give the opponent a warning, at most it would take advantage of the chaos to drive them out of the town and fight a huge but limited killing defeat. He didn't even consider completely annihilated - 400 to 5,000, the troops were too different, so it would be good to create some chaos according to common sense.

Moreover, the reserves of the Kyoto Western Army were almost endless, and they could just find a village to attract the men. However, the dark elf female warrior under Feili's command had one less death, and there was nowhere to be supplemented, so he had no choice but to do it with caution.

Who would have thought that these nobles and masters from Kyoto were even more unstoppable than his most optimistic imagination? The dark elf female warriors had not launched a raid yet. They just fired a few rounds of rockets outside the town. Fuji saw that the town was like an ant nest with boiling water, and it was in chaos. No one took the lead in putting out the fire, no one organized defense, and no warrior stood up to lead the troops to fight back. Instead, everyone cried and rushed to escape, even trampled and crushed each other, scolded and screamed, even shocked the earth, even outside the town

Because he was just trying to defeat and disperse the enemy, he had already broken up and fled on his own before he was really beaten, and left a burning town without caring about it. Feili was so arrogant that he stopped when he was better. So far, it was not that he didn't want to do his best to capture or kill the commander of the Western Army here, but the problem was that the escape routes of the mobs in the town were too scattered, and ran all over the mountains and fields like pepper. This dark and unfamiliar place, even if Feili wanted to pursue the enemy generals in one go, he couldn't figure out who should be chased and who to catch.

So, seeing that the fire was almost burning, he withdrew his troops and returned to the camp. Then he started repairing fortifications the next day, strengthened his guard and was ready to deal with the enemy's retaliatory attacks in anger. According to common sense, even if the Western Army in Kyoto was taken down by the command center in one fell swoop, the 60,000 to 70,000 troops scattered on the periphery were still intact. With Feili's pitiful two thousand troops and an average of less than one hundred ammunition reserves per person, it would be good to be able to defend the stronghold and wait for reinforcements to arrive. It would be too crazy to take the initiative to break through each one.

However, unexpectedly, Feili and his 2,000-strong army were waiting bored in the Imperial Kingdom's garrison. More than 10,000 follow-up troops organized by Kamakura were transported one after another. When the first light snow of the year was floating in the sky, they never waited for the attack of the Western Army. Instead, they inexplicably received a large number of humble letters begging for surrender.

These writing styles of surrendering are very different, either elegant or vulgar, but they all reveal how profound disasters the Kyoto court has caused to this country. They mercilessly mock and despise the greed, cruel, short-sighted, and ugly actions of the ministers. Then they describe how they were deceived by those scum in the past with righteous words. Now, after seeing their true faces, they regretted the choice that made a big mistake. Finally, they changed their subject and expressed that they had already awakened, wanted to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, join the Eastern Army, fight to eliminate the evil forces in Kyoto, and also atone for themselves, and hope to receive reasonable treatment...

Among these letters, there are many famous works that are full of passion and tear-jerking, which makes Feili sigh, but at the same time, she is also a little confused - how did they endure it under the dark rule and conscience of the Kyoto court in the past few months?

And the more important problem is that this strange trend of collective surrender itself makes anyone with normal thinking feel absurd - a huge army of 70,000 people, even a group of unorganized and undisciplined mobs, facing a small army of only two thousand people, and never really fought a war, but not only did not have the courage to fight, but did not even have the idea of ​​running away, but chose to surrender...

Feili was also confused about this, but the so-called "to extend her hand and not hit the smiling person, because she had to respond to changes in the same time, accept the letter and continue to wait and see before talking, and sent people to inquire about the news. Unfortunately, these temporary local spies seemed to be very weak, especially lacking subjective enthusiasm. She waited until Xiangle Zhongba, who had sent a messenger to ask for help from him, prepared a generous gift and came to visit his new boss in person, and brought his Chibao team, who had shrunk by more than 80% and had only more than 70 sick men, to seek medical treatment. Feili roughly understood the whole story from this guy.

Behind an unreasonable phenomenon, there must be a reasonable root.

In fact, in this devastated land, the smoke of war has gradually faded away, but it cannot make people feel at all relaxed - because what is replaced is the terrifying shadow of the plague...

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The instant collapse of the 70,000 Eastern Army, and its first hero was the first to recommend Master Fujiwara Meguchi. Many people only discovered that he was not only the suave commander of the Eastern Expedition Army of the court, but also the most favored good friend of His Majesty Hitoki, the powerful Governor of Tokaido... He was also a very amazing long-distance running athlete.

After escaping from Fujimi Town in a hurry, this brave and skilled Lord Fujiwara Meguchi actually risked the risk of falling into a pit and overturning the car. On the unlit country road, he ran for more than 30 miles in darkness, and even ran away to death by the chariot. Finally, he arrived at the main force under Okazaki City the next morning. Then many nobles and nobles escaped from Fujimi Town and met him in the military formation.

However, before the rebel leaders had time to pack their luggage and take steps, they suddenly realized in horror that they could no longer leave.

Of course, this is not someone who sets an ambush on the road - Major General Feiri Taylor is huddling in the stronghold to overhaul fortifications, waiting for the follow-up troops to come from Kamakura to reinforce; the Akabu team is still fighting against the disease in Okazaki Castle, and there are not many healthy people left; the princes of the vassal states along the way have been basically resolved as soon as they march... Therefore, it is a smooth journey from the battlefield to the capital.

What can really hold them back is the terrible infectious disease that is omnipresent.

——First, at the camp at the Okazaki Castle where the personnel, excrement and rotten corpses are the most dense, then several groups of lazy and fools who sleep in the same room with the dead corpses after slaughtering the village, and then a group of unlucky people who accidentally drank the floating corpse water flowing down from the upstream, and had not yet boiled. Finally, almost every team of soldiers and horses in the army... Basically, all kinds of strange plagues broke out.

Smallpox, cholera, plague, dysentery, flu... and the most widely spread syphilis and gonorrhea. Almost all kinds of vicious epidemics in the world have erupted and spread among these unorganized, disciplined, and sanitary and epidemic prevention mobs. Then, with the flow of people, cross-infection has occurred, making them from a heroic battle to a miserable and miserable plague all the way...

What's even more terrible is that most of these plagues come and die quickly. For example, when plague patients are not treated at all, they often die in two or three days, and cholera is also at the same rate of death. Patients with dysentery are slightly better, and they can last about half a month. The syphilis death rate is slower, but the pain of swelling and rotting all over their bodies, even the bones and internal organs revealing their pain really makes people want to die early.

In just six or seven days, nearly 10,000 people in the 70,000 Western Army suffered from plague, and the new patients were still rapidly increasing in geometric numbers. It was almost time for everyone to give their lives together in this ghost place.

But this can only be blamed on these bandits. If they hadn't burned and killed yin and slaughtered countless creatures, and made rotten corpses everywhere and stinked fish everywhere, and exchanged smugs on women, how could they have become sick all of a sudden?

Due to the destruction of Buddhism, the monks on this land have lost their magic power and can no longer drive away the disease. The number of witches and priests who can still use magic is small and they do not necessarily know how to heal...

In this despair that seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, in order to struggle to survive and seize the last straw, the "King Resilience Army" had to completely pull away their faces and scramble to jump to the "Western ghosts" and in exchange for the casting of spells from the Western pastors to help them. So, after thinking about this, countless sincere letters of surrender rushed towards Feili's desk like an avalanche, making him in a mess.

——Because you will die if you don’t change jobs quickly

Such an overly relaxed victory made Feili feel a little empty in his heart while he was joyful.

Although he had long inferred based on various intelligence analysis that the huge imperial army in front of him had a disordered command system, and was strong from the outside and fucked at the middle, just like a broken house that was eaten by termites. As long as he kicked his feet hard on the door, the whole house could collapse... But it was still not quite right. He just lifted his feet and didn't kick them at all, and the enemy had already collapsed on his own.

Therefore, his thinking couldn't help but be a little confused - how did a group of useless brainless people like the Kyoto Gongqing secretly form such a large team to organize rebellion, and sweep away most of the Japanese island countries in an instant?

——This seems to be explained by the previous ruling authorities, which is even more brainless and useless than the officials and ministers in the court.
Chapter completed!