I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

Chapter 189 Eighty-eight sixty-four heads!

“Hahaha! —Drink, drink!!”

Beidou Nobuo found that the problem of Oda Nobuhime's eyes turning red after drinking was getting more and more serious, but considering that the other party could easily live to 49 years old even if left alone - the same age as Uesugi Kenshin.

Sister Uesugi died from drinking too much, and Oda Nobuhime's death was an accident.

The entire city of Qingzhou was immersed in a sea of ​​joy, or more accurately, a sea of ​​blood. This was not a formal banquet, but simply a relaxation after returning to Qingzhou City.

Only a little over a thousand soldiers returned to Kiyosu Castle from this battle; the rest either died on the way or were sent to Atsuta Shrine for emergency treatment. In short, those who returned were considered "veterans of a hundred battles," and with Beidou Xinwei on their outings, each of them could easily secure a kill.

These warriors, fresh from a life-or-death ordeal, held the aura of glory of "defeating 45,000 with only 2,000 men," a title they could boast to their descendants for generations to come. Some were covered in mud, some were bandaged, some were disheveled. Some collapsed into a deep sleep in the banquet hall, while others woke up to drink, then went back to sleep when drunk.

"Ding~~Ding~~" Some warriors drank so excitedly that they took out their flutes and started playing.

Some of them were performing strange dances, causing everyone present to burst into laughter - at this time there was basically no concept of hierarchy, and everyone was immersed in the unimaginable joy of victory.

And survived the disaster.

Yesterday he was just a piece of fish on someone else's chopping board, but today he is already at the top of the list of victors, overlooking the battle records of all the heroes in the Warring States Period.

A series of bigwigs, important ministers, and hatamoto, including Shibata Katsuie, Maeda Toshiie, and Sassa Narimasa, were either lying or reclining, laughing loudly.

Beside Beidou Xinwei, his retainers also collapsed on the ground. Especially his young apprentice Kenshin - he was half lying next to him, snoring sweetly.

This time, this "little sword master" also made great contributions.

The soldiers that Beidou Xinwei disdained to deal with were all dealt with by this person nearby - and there were quite a few beheadings, but the psychological trauma to this young lady was probably quite serious as well.

Even with all my hard work and practice, I'm still no match for Beidou Xinwei. Just the aura of that murderous Chosen of Khorne is something I'll never be able to catch up to in my lifetime—ah, I'm exhausted, time to sleep!

"What kind of crappy (beep~) tunes are you playing? They're terrible! Hahahaha - your dancing is so stupid -"

Oda Nobuhime, covered in mud, sat at the main seat, laughing until tears came out. She pointed at the samurai who were singing, dancing, and rapping and scolded them with laughter. Everyone knew what kind of personality her female boss had. Scolding you with a smile is no different from praising you.

"Avi." Oda Nobuhime glanced at Hokuto Nobuyuki beside her, and without caring what the others thought, she touched his face affectionately: "It seems that our agreement can be turned in a positive direction. There is no need to worry about whether it will be a boy or a girl in the next life, as we can give birth in this life~"

"Well, it does save a lot of trouble." The handsome boy also shook the beautiful girl's hand with his backhand, and said with a smile: "Then it's settled--"

"Hehehe, it's settled—but."

Oda Nobuhime glanced outside and saw a group of people trying to join in - some of them were retainers who hadn't gone with the expedition and heard that their lord had returned. They were eager to come and see -

For example, the defeatist strategist Lord Lin Tongsheng.

There were also defenders who were left behind to guard Qingzhou Castle, such as Hirate Masahide - this old man threw all the younger generation of his family into the assault team, so there was nothing wrong with them coming.

Hirate Masahide came over with some of the Oda family's underage sons or female relatives. At first, he was thinking about how many Oda family bloodlines he had saved in exile. He never expected that there would be such a big surprise waiting for him.

There were also some maids and young men from Kiyosu Castle, carrying various kinds of wine and drinks and shuttling back and forth between the banquet hall and the training ground outside - this time the Oda family had no worries about rewards, as the Imagawa family had abandoned countless supplies, food, weapons and equipment.

The most famous one, Odaichi, came over with a basin of water for washing his face.

"Your Highness Avi." A gentle voice sounded, and Oda Ichi, who was also 14 years old this year, knelt gently beside Beidou Nobuyoshi.

The beauty adores the hero, and normally she never gets a chance to spend time with Beidou Xinwei.

After all, when she came, she was either fucking her sister or doing her sister's job.

Now that he had won such a great victory, Oda City immediately mustered up the courage to slaughter a pig. Come over and help Beidou Xinwei clean his body - "Let me help you remove your armor and clean your body."

"Hmm?" Oda Nobuhime glanced at Hokuto Nobuyoshi, and then glanced at Oda Ichi.

I wondered how this couple got together?

"Help me clean her." The 5'85" handsome boy held the relatively fragile young disciple, Kenshin, in his arms like a cat. She had been ravaged countless times by Beidou Xinwei's hands, showing no sign of waking up. "It hurts to see her like this—take it, take it, help me clean it."

"You're a slacker cat." Oda Nobuhime smiled and was about to poke Kenshin-chan's face.

"Ok!"

Before Oda Nobuhime's finger could reach her, Kenshin-chan's beautiful eyes—wide open like bells! Bloodshot eyes, lips pressed into a line. It felt like a dying Oda Nobuhime, sitting up in shock, staring intently at her.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." Beidou Xinwei put Kenshin-chan back on his body and hugged her, touching her fiery red hair and gently smoothing it.

Beidou Xinwei has a system, but the other party does not.

To be honest, he felt a little regretful for letting such a girl follow him in such a bloody battle - but the other party's ruthlessness in killing seemed so fierce because she had no system.

Deep down in his heart, he felt that his beautiful female apprentice was much better than himself.

Quickly patting Kenshin's head, he let him close his eyes and continue to sleep. Beidou Xinwei looked at Princess Aichi who was stunned beside him and smiled apologetically: "Princess Aichi, can you help me wipe her?"

"Hayi." Oda Ichi is the younger sister of Oda Nobuhime.

His intelligence is not low either. His mind is now full of formula calculations from the Big Bang to the extinction of the universe.

Then she smiled and nodded, saying, "I'd love to. Please sit down. Here, this is for you."

As he spoke, Oda Ichi threw a roll of towel to Oda Nobuhime beside him, then he picked up the towel and wiped Kenshin-chan carefully.

The breakthrough from now on lies with this girl! Work hard, princess! Fight hard, princess! Come on, princess!

"Your Majesty," said a neatly dressed magistrate who had apparently not participated in the Battle of Okehazama. He knelt respectfully beside Oda Nobuhime and said, "The heads of the enemy generals, severed by His Highness Hokuto Settsu-no-kami, have been collected. May I ask..."

"Oh? Good, good, good—" Oda Nobuhime laughed heartily upon hearing this and shouted, "You idiots, make way for me! Those who are dancing, make way, make way—come on, bring all those heads here."

"Hai."

As he spoke, dozens of warriors and commoners filed in and put the heads together.

"My lord, there are too many heads." The retainer who reported the incident knelt on the ground and pointed, saying, "Each pile of heads has eight heads in total; there are eight piles in total, sixty-four levels! The one in the middle is the head of Lord Imagawa Yoshimoto! - Lord Hokuto beheaded sixty-four generals this time. The number of miscellaneous soldiers is too difficult to count -"

Eight eight sixty four.

"Oh, the dead country!"

"As expected of His Highness Beidou."

The vast majority of those present had fought with Beidou Xinwei, but at first glance, this number still seemed incredible. Beheading sixty-four levels was already terrifying, and these were all generals!

The people present only felt a kind of desperate and suffocating terror and brutal tyranny. Under the candlelight, the blood plasma on Beidou Xinwei's golden armor seemed to have turned into a tangible red light.

"Oh, it's a miracle!"

"Yes, the one chosen by the gods."

"The one chosen by the God of Death."

"The terrifying God."

"A tyrannical god."

Finally, it seemed as if some mysterious force was devouring people.

"Oh, truly the Chosen One of Khorne."

"Hmm, he is truly the Chosen One of Khorne."

All the warriors praised it - because this world is not a world of supernatural powers, so it is of no use, but it is well-known in the martial arts world, and the name has been praised.

"Hey, there's no such thing as God's choice." Beidou Xinwei waved his hand gently, walked to the middle of the 8864 heads, and took out the one in the center.

"..." to be, or not to be?

"Such a great man, dead just like that. To live or to die? Without his destruction, how could we live? But... collect yourselves well." Beidou Xinwei waved his hands. A little oily, huh? "Collect everything well, and do your best to tidy up the remains. This head... how many shi of grain can we buy in return?"

"Stop talking and spit out Sanhe!"

Oda Nobuhime gnashed her teeth and said, "Use all these heads together and spit out Mikawa!——"

"Well, if you take Mikawa, what will you do next? Continue to consume Imagawa? How long will it take you to consume Mikawa?" Beidou Xinwei said as he put Imagawa Yoshimoto's head aside: "There is no benefit in wasting time with Imagawa. Even if you take over the entire Tokaido, you will just be a copy of Imagawa Yoshimoto. The first priority of our family is to capture Mino!——"

"How about that?"

The Oda family did have an obsession with Mino.

The obsession with Mikawa is much higher than that with Mino!

How can Mino compare to the number of defeats suffered at Mikawa? The Oda clan lost far more men at Mikawa than at Mino.

"If you don't want Sanhe, then what do you want? I'm planning to send troops to attack..."

"Don't dream. The reason the Saito family didn't move is because they didn't want to face Imagawa. If you dare to attack Mikawa now, Saito Yoshitatsu will be the first to attack you. Now... just wait. There are many people who are more anxious than you."

"Who?"

"Imagawa Shima."

Chapter 190: Introducing the next victim: Imagawa Ujizane

The Takeda clan sent about a thousand people, and the Hojo clan sent about two thousand people to support Imagawa Yoshimoto's journey to Kyoto.

They were essentially just support staff and cheerleaders, barely even a part of Imagawa Yoshimoto's order of battle. Takeda and the Hojo clans were largely uninterested in Imagawa's move to Kyoto, much like the earlier Eastern Daimyo. Those who had previously attempted to move to Kyoto had died or were stuck in the quagmire of the capital. Therefore, the Takeda and Hojo clans were merely sending troops, expressing their wishes of "rest in peace, comrade" and "enduring friendship."

The Takeda family lived in a remote and poor area, with nothing but gold - the fact that they could come up with a thousand men under the extreme pressure of the Dragon Girl's attack was a great gesture of kindness.

The Hojo clan promised to send a force of 5,000 men if the Imagawa clan came to Kyoto—but in the end, less than 2,000 went. The rest? No thanks. We also have to face the attack of the Uesugi clan's dragon girl.

Of course, both families will have to wait for a while before receiving news from the Imagawa family's GG.

When the news reached the Imagawa family, Imagawa Ujizane was completely stunned.

The young man was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. If he were from an ordinary family, he would have just worked in a factory for three or four years. But he was Imagawa Yoshimoto's legitimate son and the undisputed heir to the Imagawa family.

Such a strong, such a great, heaven-like father—just died like that? Or was he hacked to death on the battlefield?

No one could say that Imagawa Ujizane was useless. Even under Imagawa Yoshimoto's personal guidance, Imagawa Ujizane was actually quite virtuous. With Imagawa Yoshimoto having gone to Kyoto and Taihara Yukisai already dead, the power to make decisions in the rear was handed over to Imagawa Ujizane.

This was rare during the Warring States Period. A father's lack of concern for his son suggests excellent upbringing. Would Takeda Shingen have dared to leave his son to watch over the house while he was away? He'd have been exiled if he had done so once. Imagawa Ujizane's presence in Sunpu Castle is still documented in the country.

In fact, the people of the country had long been dissatisfied with the Imagawa family, especially this time as a daimyo of Tōkaidō with a salary of one million koku, mobilizing an army of 45,000 people to go to Kyoto, which had already squeezed the last bit of national strength.

This isn't a good strategy, nor is it a surefire way to win. Experienced people know that everything should be done with a margin of error. Getting into the classroom at the last minute was simply luck, after all. You can't walk by a river without getting your feet wet. In probability theory, if you don't leave any tricks up your sleeve, you're bound to die miserably sooner or later.

"This... this... well, let's do this for now." Imagawa Ujizane saw that the people were dissatisfied and there was nothing he could do. In the past, he could still use various means. But now that his father was in Kyoto, he could only suppress them with all his strength. "Alas, when father succeeds in going to Kyoto, I guess these people will completely calm down."

After finishing his last official business, Imagawa Ujizane gently took a cup of Ming tea and took a sip... Hmm, it was a little hard to get used to. But with his financial resources, it was easy for him to try something new. Dressed in a gorgeous court nobleman's attire, he smiled as he gazed at the cherry blossoms outside.

"It's so beautiful! It looks like another year of good weather. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow." Imagawa Ujizane smiled and waved his hand, muttering to himself, "Well, I accidentally came across a waka poem. I'll write it down..."

Like his father, Imagawa Yoshimoto, Imagawa Ujizane possessed both literary and military talents. Besides his reputation as the foremost "Captain Tsubasa" of the Warring States period, he was also a skilled poet. Yoshimoto deliberately cultivated Imagawa Ujizane so that he would be useful in dealing with the court officials and nobles after his arrival in Kyoto.

Compared to the rough and uncouth Oda Nobuhime who could only hold tea parties after going to Kyoto, if the Imagawa family went to Kyoto, the nobles would probably not dare to look down on these Eastern bosses and would never dare to say things like "Eastern country bumpkins" again.

"Young Master! Young Master! --" Suddenly, a loud shout interrupted Imagawa Ujizane's elegant mood. He had just picked up his pen and was interrupted, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

However, as an outstanding successor carefully cultivated by a great leader, he still has some skills in cultivating his energy, and he can still distinguish the priorities between work and leisure.

"What's going on? Why is there so much noise outside?" Imagawa Ujizane frowned and looked around.

From afar, the sound of rapid footsteps approached. Outside the courtyard, several retainers were trying to stop the other party. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that one retainer was panicking.

"Oh, Samasuke." The man who came was Miura Samasuke Yoshitsugu, who was also a Samasuke. Imagawa Ujizane saw the man's anxious face and had a sense of foreboding. He asked, "What happened?"

"..." Miura Yoshijin's expression changed back and forth. As an excellent retainer of internal affairs, he knew that some things must be reported to his superiors first. He quickly took a few steps and came to Imagawa Ujizane's side. Then he knelt down and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "My Lord... On the 19th of this (5) month, the Lord formed a battle line of 5,000 at Okehazama in Owari Province. Due to... many reasons, he was suddenly attacked by the Oda clan! Now it is confirmed... that he has died and become a god!"

"...? Huh?" Imagawa Ujizane was stunned for a moment, his entire body in a daze. He felt as if he was still in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up. He took deep breaths back and forth, trying to wake himself up from the nightmare. He felt that he had misheard, that he... "You, say it again!"

Miura Yoshijin said it again.

"What?!?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!" Imagawa Ujima almost jumped up. No, he already jumped up. The unexpected news made him panic. "Miura Yoshijin! You are such a jerk, such a vicious person! What did my father and I do to you? You cursed my father like that!"

He did not use administrative responsibilities to pressure people, but spoke with the father-son affection - you are not cursing your lord, you are cursing my father!

"Young Master, how dare I! — Yes, yes... When I was outside the city, I encountered a defeated army fleeing back. At first, I didn't dare to believe it. Later, several defeated armies from different families arrived. After I settled them and kept them secret, I hurried back to the city. The common message of these defeated armies was... that the Lord had... become a god."

"……ah!!!"

Imagawa, like a madman, kicked over a nearby table, spilling ink all over his gorgeous, noble white court official robes. He roared, not wanting to believe such unbelievable news: "You, tell me! What the hell is going on?! ——Come here! Come here! ——You, the two of you! Follow Miura Yoshimori's retainers to the positions of the defeated troops and investigate!"

At this point, despite his rage, Imagawa Ujizane still subconsciously exercised political self-control, even acting as a filial son and grandson. He said thoughtfully, "If we can avoid alarming anyone, then don't alarm anyone!... If we do, report back immediately, and I won't blame you! Get out!—Come here, all of you, go, go get Grandmother! No, that's not right... First, find a doctor to check Grandmother's pulse! Since Grandmother is feeling well today, have the doctor carefully care for her, and then tell her the news! Get Grandmother here as soon as possible!"

Imagawa Ujizane kept flapping the folding fan in his hand back and forth, feeling his heart in turmoil.

"...Well, now... well..." Then Imagawa Ujizane sat down and stared at Miura Yoshijin in front of him: "...Your reaction is okay, but if you make a mistake in judgment, I won't let you go easily! Tell me! What happened! Tell me in detail!"

"Yes..." Miura Yoshijin watched as the usually good-tempered Imagawa Ujizane spitted all over his face, not even daring to wipe it off. Already shocked and horrified by Imagawa Yoshimoto's death, he recounted everything he knew: "According to the returning samurai, it should be... it should be..."

Miura Yoshijin repeated all the exaggerated words of the defeated army.

"The Oda clan had a fierce, demonic general who led the charge. Because the formation was set up in a long, narrow mountainous area, it would have been difficult for ordinary people to break through. However, this man fought ten against one! Ten against a hundred, leading the charge. Not only the lord, but even... even many family elders, important officials, and members of the family were killed in the battle. Afterwards, they..."

Miura Yoshijin's words were like a thunderclap, which not only made Imagawa Ujizane completely lose his spirit, but also made his whole head buzzing, and he could hardly hear anything the other party said.