I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

Chapter 187 Fighting is fun!

The terrain of Okehazama is narrow, and Imagawa Yoshimoto's forces were positioned between Mount Ozaki and Mount Ishizuka. The main camp consisted of approximately 1500 men; ahead of them was Matsui Munenobu's reserve force, also numbering 1,500 men, stationed between Mount Mushi and Mount Ikuyama. As Yoshimoto's security force, they were undoubtedly exceptional. This man, a senior member of the Imagawa family, was known for his exceptional fighting prowess and unwavering loyalty. To the east of Okehazama, Ii Naomori's forces, numbering 2,000, formed a pincer attack, supporting the enemy between Mount Makuyama and Mount Bunkuyama. Due to their sheer number, they could not even fit within the narrow confines of the Okehazama.

To the west of Okehazama, there is the shallow end of the Tegoshi River. It hasn't rained today, making the river even shallower during the dry season. Next to Inuko Hill is Oda Nobuhime's 2,000-man army.

In Bali to the south, Matsudaira Motoyasu (later Tokugawa Ieyasu) transported provisions to the 8,000 troops besieging Ōtaka Castle. To the east, Tsutsugawa Castle had already fallen, and to the north, Hattori Tomonari, a descendant of Hattori Tomonari, sailed to "take over" his former territory and Tsushima Port. Okabe Motonobu, determined to avenge his grievances, led 5,000 troops to Narumi Castle for the Battle for Narumi Castle Part 2!

Within a radius of 10 miles, Imagawa's troops numbered as many as 20,000.

As long as Imagawa Yoshimoto holds his main camp firmly, there is a way!

However, a colossal general, clad in golden Tang Dynasty armor, charged at the forefront, his massive warhorse draped in a heavy golden vest. He clutched a sword in his left hand, a spear in his right, his arms like wings of a god, ready to soar! Like a god of war, he led the ghostly, godlike troops behind him in a relentless charge. Though few in number, the aura they exuded was greater than that of certain death! Under the blazing midday sun, their frantic advance was like a razor-sharp sword, piercing the enemy's heart!

"No heads, only victory! Follow me! There is only one goal: Imagawa Yoshimoto's head!"

Leading the charge, the small group behind them was a moving sight, a union of courage and conviction. The entire force, numbering less than two thousand, held high their banners, the Oda clan's papaya-patterned and Yongle Tongbao banners fluttering in the blazing sun. The conch horn blasted, and the loyal (unlucky) soldiers brought up the rear. Their steps were as firm as an unshakable mountain, their movements as resolute as a sword piercing the darkness. They broke through the scorching heat, penetrated deep into the enemy's encirclement, vanished amid the din of battle, and then emerged from the gloomy valley to reappear on the other side of the enemy's army, their formation always tight, facing the enemy's encirclement, charging towards the dawn of victory.

Charge forward, meticulously organized, fearless and heroic. Seemingly tireless (upped stamina), each man transformed into a warrior capable of fighting ten enemies at once (upped attack power). The clash of swords echoed, the agonizing cries of the enemy before their deaths. The panicked, unsure enemy foot soldiers stood in stark contrast to this charge. From afar, they resembled an unstoppable beam of light, streaking across the battlefield—a truly breathtaking and tragic spectacle.

The blood instantly dyed the shallow Tegoshi River red—

Beidou Xinwei, leading the charge, seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning, splitting the enemy's defenses. The enemy stared at the scene in disbelief. The Japanese players of Earth Online, in particular, had no idea what was happening. Based on previous estimates, the enemy force numbered no more than a thousand, while their own side had a reserve force of fifteen hundred. Holding on should have been easy—how could they have been so abruptly dispersed?

"Come and announce your name! I am Matsui Munenobu, the head of the Matsui family and the elder of the Imagawa family! I..."

"?! What?! Ah—" You have no martial ethics! Before his death, Matsui Munenobu saw a flash of golden light, coupled with an incomprehensible sword energy (the cooldown of the New Year's Greetings Sword Technique had just ended). His own man was cut in two, and the severed body rolled on the ground several times! Before dying, he didn't forget to shout: "What a swift sword! - Are you the Sword Saint Beidou Xinwei?! Ah—"

"Matsui Munenobu! I, Beidou Xinwei, have claimed him!" Beidou Xinwei didn't even bother to care about that man's head. He had encountered many people like him along the way! They would jump out and introduce themselves, and some would even say it after a sneak attack! - What do I care about you? Go to hell!

You don't actually need to introduce yourself. Now that you're famous, I already know who you are.

"Oh!"

"Miura Yoshiki has been claimed by me, Beidou Nobuo!"

"Oh!"

"Yoshida Ujiyasu and Anhara Motomasa have been claimed by me, Hokuto Nobuyoshi!"

"oh oh!!!"

"Ii Naomori, Yui Masanobu, Anhara Motomasa, Okamachi Nagashida! I, Hokuto Nobuyuki, have claimed them!!!"

"Oooo!!!"

Each soldier's charge felt like a thunderbolt; more accurately, they felt themselves pierced by it. Through the smoke of battle, they could see the killing god leading them: armor gleaming, and the roar of battle echoed throughout the battlefield (buff). Swords flashed like rainbows, and amidst the gleaming blades and shadows, warhorses leaped forward, unstoppable, a galloping force, determined and mighty, their heavy armor like badges of victory. Years later, the survivors recounted these scenes as if they had taken place in another era. Such scenes could only be found in the legends of the Kojiki, where lone heroes, facing powerful enemies with undaunted courage, displayed an unyielding courage: that was what it meant to be human.

Even more divine!

A feeling of despair spread among the Imagawa army.

The color of the armor on the giant golden-armored general and even the horse beneath him had changed from gold to a terrifying bright red! Blood plasma covered both the man and the horse. Every corner of the narrow battlefield seemed to be able to see what was happening in the mountains ahead.

Fear spread! The battalion roars began! Every enemy position: Mount Ozaki, Mount Ishizuka, Mount Mushi, Mount Iku, Mount Maku, and Mount Bunhisa! All wavered, and cries of "Help!" and "Run!" filled the battlefield. Like paper being torn apart, fear and despair spread through the hearts of all the Imagawa troops. Instead of the pride and arrogance of the past, the Imagawa clan's wood-comb-like aura shattered, and the Imagawa army's collapse in the mountains was like a glacier melting in the spring sun.

Everything began to fall apart, chaos and disintegrate.

The soldiers fled in all directions like frightened sheep, shoving each other, falling, struggling. Death on one side and the despair of waiting to die on the other side, this was a rout that no one present had ever seen before.

"Damn it... How is this possible?! Shouldn't we form a formation here? Yeah, it's too narrow. This... this damn Beidou Xinwei! Oh, right! Someone told me about him! But I think with 45,000 people, one enemy soldier can't possibly... That's right! If it were such a narrow terrain, he could definitely charge in with even a thousand men! But if it were on a plain, and I were with the main army, there was no way he could succeed!"

Imagawa Yoshimoto was dressed in the attire of a noble, his tataki nobunaga long gone, his white robe stained, and his sword clasped in a panicked fist. He tried to reorganize his troops within the battle formation, but it was a drop in the bucket! The foot soldiers around him ignored him, and the horse guards simply urged him to flee, but how easy was that?

The Imagawa clan's forces began to collide in the chaos, foot soldiers and samurai trampling each other, infantry and mounted warriors shoving each other! It seemed as if at this moment, class ceased to exist. A turbulent wave surged through Okehazama like the Big Dipper. Any organizers who attempted to control the situation were equally swallowed up by this torrent of stars returning to their positions! They became sacrifices!

A large amount of baggage was abandoned, and the wooden carts were damaged and could not be pushed back. Imagawa Yoshimoto, who was originally riding in a sedan chair, had to choose a horse! But even so, the frightened pack horse was just an even worse means of transportation. He wanted to jump on the horse, but the horse got scared and ran away! Imagawa Yoshimoto, who fell to the ground, wanted to escape the battlefield on foot under the escort of the surrounding guards.

Whether foot soldiers or samurai, whether human or horse, they all struggled in this chaos like fragments caught in a whirlpool, crushing and trampling each other. They stepped over the dead and the living, flailing their arms and hitting each other. Baggage, supplies, and the Imagawa wood-comb-patterned banners, like abandoned dreams of reaching Kyoto, were scattered across the battlefield, trampled upon by everyone!

"Imagawa Yoshimoto!——It's Imagawa Yoshimoto!——"

On the battlefield, amidst the increasingly close shouts and cries of killing, suddenly only one voice rang out!

"Imagawa Yoshimoto!" Finally, it turned into a voice! Imagawa Yoshimoto was running away in a panic, and suddenly looked back!

A terrifying, bloody shadow, its entire body, including man and horse, dripping with bright red blood (the Bloody DLC is available for purchase for ages 14 and up)! It's both human and demon, both god and ghost! Radiating a terrifying red light, it's like the embodiment of death and tyranny! —

"Ah!?" Imagawa Yoshimoto's last scream in his life!

"Crack!"

Imagawa Yoshimoto's bean-sized head rolled on the ground, and finally, a roar and cheers resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Imagawa Yoshimoto!!! I, Hokuto Nobuyuki, have claimed him!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

The Imagawa family was even more panicked and at a loss after their defeat, while on the battlefield, the Oda family's pursuit was all over the mountains and plains!

"Kill all the Imagawas!" Hokuto Nobuyoshi wiped the blood from his face. He had taken off his mask so that everyone could see his face clearly - but unfortunately, there was only blood on his face: "Don't leave anyone alive! Kill everyone who is breathing! - Go north, fight back to the north! Pursue and intercept, and advance towards Otaka Castle!"

Having said that, they impaled the heads of all the "generals" they had just killed on their spears, including Imagawa Yoshimoto's! This formation of spears, consisting of dozens of heads, moved northwest towards Odaka Castle! Wherever they went, the Imagawa family foot soldiers welcomed them with fear. That vibrant and vibrant scene, where everything was competing for life, was still before their eyes.

"Imagawa Yoshimoto is dead?"

"Impossible! How could the lord...ah? Is it really the lord?!"

"Imagawa Yoshimoto is dead!"

"Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!!!"

The news of Imagawa Yoshimoto's death was like a pair of real wings, flying across the entire Owari in an instant!

And when all the foot soldiers of the Imagawa family began to flee.

It's pouring rain!

Chapter 188 The embodiment of terror and tyranny, both a god and a devil

Oda Nobuhime's mood now is like riding a roller coaster, or to be exact, it is even more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

The exhilaration of "hands off the keyboard, heart soaring with the cheat" is indescribable. She didn't know what a woman's ultimate goal was, but right now she felt like the heroine in a novel about a time travel to another world—she'd fucked a man, and that man was an SSR. A man can bring peace to the world with his pen, and a warrior can conquer the world with his horse. On the kang, you know yourself; off the kang, you know your shoes.

Although she had slew a fair share of minions, feeling the thrill of slaughter along the way, the feeling of killing one person was different from another. Killing alone in a game was one thrill, killing with a team was another; killing with synced minds was a bond beyond pleasure. Besides that, killing one was killing, but killing five was an art. Following the leader and piercing the enemy was a thrill she might never experience again.

There was no rain, no lubrication—just pounding Imagawa like that! And yet, the pleasure was so intense! — It was like a torrential downpour, a gurgling sound.

of course.

Compared to the Oda family, everyone was immersed in pleasure.

As for the Imagawa family, it might be a different feeling - Imagawa Yoshimoto was stabbed to death due to excessive blood loss.

"Ahh...what's with all this heavy rain?"

To the north of Odaka Castle, Mr. Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was transporting food and fodder—oh, now still called Matsudaira Motoyasu—looked at the raindrops outside and kept complaining. In the modified timeline, he is now 18 years old—

"That's right! If it hadn't been for this downpour, perhaps the mission would have been accomplished." In the altered timeline, Honda Tadakatsu is now 20 years old, just like in real history. The Matsudaira clan's veteran retainers praised the young warrior's prowess in battle—he's about 1.43 meters tall.

"Ah, it looks like the Master is going to take Owari quickly this time." The Tokugawa clan... well, Matsudaira Motoyasu, as the heir to the Matsudaira clan, wields considerable influence in Mikawa. However, he's currently just a figurehead, and he's very young. People don't have high expectations for him, and Matsudaira Motoyasu himself has some issues with Imagawa Yoshimoto.

Originally, Matsudaira Motoyasu was held hostage by the Oda clan, who intended to use him as a stepping stone to rule Mikawa. However, the Imagawa clan exchanged him for Nobuhime's older half-brother, as mentioned earlier. Furthermore, Imagawa Yoshimoto's family was large and powerful. Unlike the Oda clan, which was eager for quick success and was a sworn enemy, Imagawa Yoshimoto treated him well, providing him with education and even marrying his daughter to Matsudaira Motoyasu.

Imagawa Yoshimoto said more than once in public that Matsudaira Motoyasu was the same as his son.

If Imagawa Yoshimoto had succeeded in his expedition to Kyoto, Matsudaira Motoyasu would have continued to rule Mikawa as a puppet son-in-law of the Imagawa family. With his abilities, he might even become a prominent elder of the Imagawa shogunate, creating a legendary story of father-in-law and son-in-law. Rebellion? No, Matsudaira Motoyasu was not worthy of rebelling against the Imagawa family. He had too many superiors in the Imagawa family lineage.

In any case, the current Matsudaira Motoyasu is relatively satisfied with his identity as the son-in-law of the Imagawa family. Except for his wife, he agrees with everything else! He doesn't even want to think about the days when the 13-year-old child was ravaged by the 20-year-old car every day!

"Is the food covered?" Matsudaira Motoyasu looked at the foot soldiers working outside in the rain. He himself was warming himself by the fire inside the house, trying not to catch a cold. A bottle of wine in his left hand, a fried tempura in his right!

Damn it, the purpose of life is to get some tempura to eat!

Matsudaira Motoyasu, who was in charge of the grain transport unit, was rarely extravagant in the army.

"Yes—the parts that got wet will be used for cooking first." Sakai Tadatsugu was 23 years old and the same height as Matsudaira Motoyasu, 1.55 meters—quite tall. He was Matsudaira Motoyasu's most trusted retainer, having accompanied him in Sunpu Castle during the most vulnerable period of Imagawa's hostage life.

"Ah, as long as it's delivered... Why does it feel so noisy outside?" Matsudaira Motoyasu suddenly heard bursts of noise in the distance, which seemed to be beyond the heavy rain.

"Dong, dong, dong!" There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a warrior covered in blood and with several wounds bandaged ran in. After everyone stopped him, they found out that it was their own Mikawa warrior, and then they let him in.

"My lord! Run!" The wounded warrior knelt on the ground, panting and exhausted, and whispered in a low and hurried voice: "The master of the temple was attacked by the Oda clan in Okehazama! Many masters were killed on the spot, even the master of the temple was beheaded! - Now, the Oda clan is marching non-stop towards Odaka Castle!"

"Nani!?"

Everyone present was stunned and the fried tempura fell out of their mouths.

Matsudaira Motoyasu was shaking all over, and his hands were trembling so much that he couldn't move them.

"You, say that again?!"

"The master was killed in a surprise attack by the Oda clan in Okehazama! The Oda clan is marching towards Ōtaka Castle!!! Lord! Flee! - Throughout Owari, the Imagawa clan is in retreat! The Oda clan, carrying dozens of heads of Imagawa clan elders, mid-level elders, and generals, are slaughtering everyone with a show of force!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Matsudaira Motoyasu smashed the empty bowl in his right hand towards the fire in front of him and shouted, "Our army has 45,000 soldiers. How many can the enemy have?! Even if the master was assassinated, the heavy rain has just begun! How could the well-prepared hatamoto be taken by surprise?! Moreover, Okehazama is long and narrow. How many layers of defense can the enemy break through? Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

"My lord, I escaped from Okehazama! I... I was so lucky!" The warrior suddenly cried, his whole body trembling, his voice changing tone, as if he had thought of something terrifying: It's... There's a ghost in the Oda family! Beidou... Beidou Nobuyoshi! He killed at least a hundred people along the way, including many generals! We... We were completely destroyed! Wuwuwu..."

Matsudaira Motoyasu was stunned on the spot, and everyone present fell silent.

Unfortunately, the world is breathing, and time will not stop because of you.

"What's that sound..." Sakai Chuji's ears perked up, and he heard a series of sounds beyond the heavy rain among the silent crowd. "Is it the sound of a landslide? No... The echo of the waves? No..."

"...Enemy! That's the sound of the enemy coming!" Matsudaira Motoyasu's radar instantly went online, and he almost cried out, "Ah! What should I do now? What should I do now? Should I...sever my stomach? Or..."

"Lord, don't panic!" Sakai Tadatsugu eagerly grabbed Matsudaira Motoyasu's hand and shouted, "We are in the north of the city. If they want to kill us, they have to get to the south first! - Let's take a detour!"

"Bring the horse! --Bring the horse!!"

"My lord, please mount your horse!"

Matsudaira Motoyasu and his entourage fled the battlefield in disarray. As expected, the defenders south of Ōtaka Castle were suddenly attacked by a terrifying force. This force, needless to say, was the same force that had just broken through Okehazama—at least five kilometers away. Could these people never tire?

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From a distance, Matsudaira Motoyasu and his group did not forget to look back while fleeing in the heavy rain.

A killing god, a terrifying and tyrannical killing god, like the incarnation of the God of Terror and the God of Tyranny, charged back and forth in the heavy rain! It seemed as if this person had a magical ability, specifically selecting the generals in the battle - waves of loud shouts of demanding victory rose one after another! The cheers and shouts of killing from the Oda family continued one after another.

"Buddha..." Matsudaira Motoyasu lay on the horse's back with tears in his eyes, not knowing whether he was afraid of the present or the future.

Looking back at the city gate, I could no longer see Imagawa, but only blood mist.

Is this Oda family possessed by some evil spirit?!

"..." Honda Tadakatsu, who was riding along with the others, silently looked at the terrifying figure in the pouring rain, comparing it to himself in his mind. Honda Tadakatsu, who had never surrendered to anyone since his coming-of-age ceremony, silently lowered his head. He seemed to mutter, "In a horsefight, he wins... In a footfight, he wins..."

The Matsudaira clan's troops quickly fled the battlefield, leaving only the Oda clan still slaughtering the Imagawa army around Otaka Castle.

"hey-hey!--"

"Roar!!!!"

The horrifying and exciting sounds of killing were still coming.

This left an indelible psychological trauma on almost all the future superstructures of the Matsudaira family.

The giant general in golden armor who charged into battle amidst the heavy rain and blood mist—he was both a god and a devil!

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Since Beidou Xinwei's system comes with a "roll call" function, the names of all enemies will automatically appear after they are marked in red.

In Japan, anyone with a surname is considered aristocrat, or a samurai, in other words, a worldview - this makes it very easy to tell who deserves to die and who is unlucky.

The Imagawa clan never recovered from this—Hokuto Nobuyoshi's naming was incredibly accurate! Hokuto Nobuyoshi alone killed countless members of the Imagawa clan. People like Kamara Ujimasa, Kuno Mototada, Asai Masatoshi, and many others—all members of the Imagawa clan. With a leg missing, it was hard for Imagawa Yoshimoto's son, Imagawa Clan, to truly rally their spirits; half of the family tree was missing.

It's unknown how many low-ranking officials were killed, but the important retainers, family elders, middle elders, and magistrates were killed. They included Matsui Munenobu, Miura Yoshiki, Yoshida Ujiyoshi, Ahara Motomasa, Ichinomiya Muneyoshi, Izu Mototoshi, and Katsurayama Nagayoshi. The army's chief military commander was Ejiri Chikaji. Below them were the lower-level commanders and fighters, such as Asahina Hideaki, Katsurayama Motokiyo, Ii Naomori, Yuhi Masanobu, Ahara Motomasa, Okamachi Nagasada, Fujieda Ujiaki, Horikoshi Yoshihisa, and so on and so forth.

In this world line, all of K’s heads belong to Beidou Xinwei - I killed them with my own ability, how can I call him K?

Look at those familiar surnames above, Ii, Okabe, Matsui...

These big guys are basically descendants of the Imagawa family. They are loyal to me, otherwise they would not have bought time for Imagawa Yoshimoto to be killed.

If you look closely at the names, you will find that many of them are given the characters "义" and "元" in the middle - in Japan, this means that you are treated as one of their own and you can sit at the table and share the food with other food-level humans.

The Imagawa family's military, political, diplomatic, and financial economy have all relied on these people for so many years. It can be said that they are the most elite ruling class of the Imagawa family - and they were all destroyed by Beidou Xinwei alone.

……

The news was passed back to the Imagawa family.

The entire Sunpu Castle was in an uproar, and even the Imagawa family's ancestral tomb was almost filled with corpses! Taiyuan Xuesai's coffin was almost unable to hold it down!