Strategically, it is really extremely difficult for Mao Jue.

First of all, he was incomparable to the Echinho Uesugi family back then. Most of the entire Hokuriku were the territory of the Uesugi family. When troops were sent to Shinno, Kenshin Uesugi had a solid rear. The position of Kanto governor gave him great influence on many Shinno families. Mao Jue had nothing, and the Echinho behind him was still the territory of others. He was a completely lonely army.

Moreover, Kita Shinono is like a huge cage, with a rugged terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once Mao Jue is blocked on Kawaaka Island and cannot be captured for a long time, the back road is encircled by the Sanada family. Even if Mao Jue is Nezha, he has three heads and six arms, he will be trapped here.

Now this situation seems to be developing towards that unfavorable situation.

The reason why it is called Kawaakashima is that it is a rare plain area in the mountains, surrounded by Chiko River and Xichuan, just like a Triangle Island in a river. This is also a few places where Shinoono produces food. In order to compete for this, the Takeda family and the Uesugi family died in battle. When they turned the soil, they could occasionally get rusty broken swords and guns.

Mao Jue was holding a piece in his hand.

Just as he was looking at the broken knife, which was still stained with blood, a roar suddenly rang behind him again.

"Master!"

As no one understood, Dongjiang's unique fire order was dragged out of the mud and was still stained with a lot of soil. The heavy artillery fire once again launched a majesty on the battlefield. The heavy artillery fire sprayed on the hillside of Xiaozhushan City opposite. Even if the stone-stacked chest wall was caught, it would shatter and the gravel collapsed. The nearby shogunate warrior screamed and fell down a large area. The power of the splashed small stones even surpassed the bullets and easily pierced into the full body of the gutter.

However, the firepower of the twenty red cannons did not seem to be enough, and they could only cover a small piece, eighty three-pound cannons of hundreds of pounds, and the six-pound cannons were slightly lighter, but the weakness of insufficient lethality was also exposed. Without the support of the fleet, the firepower of the Dongjiang Army had really dropped by more than one level. On the 16th, it finally struggled out of the mountains. After more than one day, it still had no trend of opening the formation. The layers of Japanese chest walls were still blocking there.

After nearly thirty minutes of artillery bombardment, the barrel began to turn red and the shooting began to stop. During this interval, the Dongjiang regiments, who had been waiting for a long time, also launched an attack. The infantry holding the flags, the bayonets and the Kumano samurai holding the samurai swords, went side by side and charged towards the mountains all over the mountains.

However, it was really a retribution in the world. As the Dongjiang Army shouted and charged, black helmets and equally black iron cannons appeared behind the chest wall on the opposite side.

"Die!"

Another call that seemed to be unbearable was a rude call, three or four thousand iron cannons were spraying downward one after another.

In the white smoke, a puff sound began. The running Dongjiang warriors either burst out with white marks on their chests or thighs, and they fell down with screams. Mao Jue's command was fine. The cotton armor lined with forged cold armor has a certain defense against the musket. As long as it is not too unlucky to hit the head or the gaps in the armor, at most a few bruises on their bodies. It is more serious like a hammer smashing, and a few bones are broken. However, those who can climb the samurai and Mori Sakura are not so lucky. They almost get blood on the spot when they are caught with the gun. The thick bamboo's armor cannot resist the bombardment of the iron cannon.

A while ago, Mao Jue was comfy and bombarding others comfortably behind the earthen wall. In a blink of an eye, it was his turn to feel like this.

But even though the casualties were heavy, the Dongjiang Army still killed the small hillside. The iron cannon warriors who were still anxiously loading the projectiles behind suddenly turned black. The Dongjiang Ruishi who jumped over the low wall was full of aggrievance and stabbed the bayonets hard. The Japanese iron cannons had no melee function. In the shrill scream, the iron cannon warriors who had just shot fiercely were stabbed to the ground one by one. Some of the angry Dongjiang Army were still pricked with bayonets and bayonets in the other party's screams, and they were pricked in blood.

But, this was just a low wall. During the break, the sound of iron cannons rang out from behind the chest wall up the hillside. Then, a large number of shogunate samurai holding spears and taking Japanese swords killed them from both ends.

Above heads, the bullets of muskets intersected with each other. Below, between two gables, thousands of warriors and Ming troops fought fiercely into a ball. The heads that were cut off, and the corpses stabbed to death kept rolling down the mountain.

Even if it was attacking from the back, even if it was an attacking side, the casualties of the shogunate army were still too high than that of the Dongjiang Army. The battlefield scene was like the Viking Islands in Western Europe fighting the Anglo-Saxons. The Japanese warriors who lacked physical fitness and training were not such opponents of Dongjiang Ruiz who worked hard to eat and practice.

However, there are too many warriors! A team of killing one, and then another team came out. Liaodong athletes are also human and tired. After fighting with such a high intensity for more than ten minutes, the attacking Dongjiang army began to show decline.

Finally, the sound of retreating sounded, holding the wounded, and shooting alternately behind the musket hall. The Dongjiang Army also seemed a little embarrassed to retreat from the mountain. Behind them, the Japanese samurai roared again.

Such fierce battles and artillery battles were carried out several times, and the fierce battles were fought until sunset and dusk. Although the position of Xiaozhushan City in front of him was in a mess, there was still no trace of being broken. The tired Dongjiang front army had to retreat to the camp.

This time he went to fight alone. In order to pursue speed, he was destined to bring too much supplies. Mao Jue only brought three thousand reserve soldiers who were specially carrying food and ammunition. Fortunately, as a time traveler, he still had more ideas than the generals of his time. He saved weight was one of them.

Just these piles of bonfires, combined with hot water, the hungry Dongjiang soldiers gnawed in big mouthfuls, all of which were browned and a bit like fat.

Tsampa!

This thing is a authentic Tibetan food. It is made of flour and butter tea and sugar. It contains both the vitamins of tea, as well as the high calories brought by ghee, sugar and flour. It is said that in the 1950s and 1960s, the border guards in the northwest used this thing as field rations. A piece of tsampa was enough to make a soldier stand on the plateau in the snow and ice all day.

Fortunately, with the border market opened by the Later Jin Dynasty, a large amount of Mongolian goods could also flow into the Dongjiang River, so Mao Jue had enough ghee to make tsampa.

But even so, Su Changmei, the general logistics officer, was still worried. The soldiers had finished their meal. He then took a small team of infantry to touch the black and returned to the camp from behind. When he saw Mao Jue for the first time, the fat man who had lost a little bit shook his head with great difficulty.

"Jiang Ye, I have searched for more than a dozen nearby villages, all of which are empty villages, and I haven't found a single grain of food!"

The preparations for the shogunate were really in place. From the Vietnamese army to Shinno and before Kawaakashima, half of Shinno walked past. Three small vassals were all empty. In order to deal with him, Tada Toshiro Honda came to a complete solid wall and clearance, with the purpose of blocking Mao Jue and starving to death.

But even though the fat man was so anxious that his sweat was dripping on his forehead, Mao Jue was still intent on doing his job. He took out a broken knife from the ground at noon. After applying it for half an afternoon, it was as bright as new as new. He asked someone to add a wooden handle and a shorter rib insert was modified. This end was still playing with his new toy, and Mao Jue nodded absent-mindedly.

"Master General, the food rations carried by the entire army are only enough for fifteen days. Five days have passed. If we can't find food, our army may not be able to get out of Kitashino. You should have an idea!"

"Don't worry, I have my own plans. You are tired today, so go down first!"

He was still so anxious, but seeing that Mao Jue really ignored him, he turned around for a few times and had to bow his head and retreat, and then go to the logistics department to work hard.

This time, the Dongjiang Army was also embarrassed. In order to reduce the weight, they didn't bring a tent. Even Mao Jue slept in the open air in the wild. Fortunately, camping is common in training subjects. Even if the mountains are blocked with heavy snow in the cold winter and a snow nest is used to live in the wild, these men have lived there, but this is a pediatrician.

As the night became darker, the campfires gradually faded, wrapped in thin quilts made of cotton, most of the entire army began to fall asleep. Relying on Adrena's sedan, Mao Jue also began to rest slowly.

But just as he fell asleep, a noise suddenly sounded. Then, Mao Jue was suddenly pushed to his mind. In a daze, a short guy who was almost the same as Tu Xingsun was brought to him. Suddenly, Mao Jue's sleepiness disappeared completely and he suddenly stood up to meet him.

"Watch the general in the Inoue!"

"What's going on!"

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Another large camp was built on several small hills from Kawaaka Island, which was much richer than the current Dongjiang Army. Although the warriors on the outside still slept all over the ground, the main formation in the middle used a cloth curtain to block a maze-like windproof wall. Under the brilliance of the Maeda family emblem like grass flowers, a faint sense of hideousness appeared under the brilliance of the fire inside.

Maeda Takimaki couldn't sleep anymore. The old Japanese in his forties were excited to look at the map over and over again. As long as he marched for another half a day, more than 27,000 Maeda's army could be blocked at the back of Kawaaka Island. In front was Tada Tadakusa led the 30,000 coalition forces of Shinono, and behind him was himself. No matter how he looked at it, Mao Jue had no chance to win.

A while ago, because of the separation of two branch vassals, the Maeda family's territory dropped from 1.2 million stones to 1.09 million stones. If the Tang gangs who had plagued Japan for two years were killed, the shogunate would definitely reward new territory, and the land distributed would probably be doubled back then.
Chapter completed!