I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

Beidou Xinwei, stared at by a mad woman for too long, glared back fiercely. This, in turn, directly put Tsuchida Gozen in a difficult position! After all, this military landlord family was not very powerful, still stuck in the stage of family infighting. Tsuchida Gozen himself was still stuck in the stage of family feuds and the stalemate between legitimate and illegitimate children.

"Master." Tsuchida Gozen, who was kneeling beside her, suddenly called her husband.

"Hmm?" Oda Nobuhide, still trying to show off with his matchlock in hand, asked back, "What's the matter?"

Can't you see I'm pretending?

"This retainer of Nobuhime must also have...something magical about him, right?" Tsuchida Gozen muttered, half of her face hidden with her sleeves, and suddenly laughed. "So, this Hokuto Nobuyoshi seems to have been eager to try from the beginning..."

After saying this, he continued to chuckle. The Japanese imperial family once had a way of laughing called "crane singing." Because the royal family revered cranes, the aristocracy was expected to laugh as gracefully as the cranes. Cranes are, after all, waterfowl, and no matter how beautiful their calls are, they only make a quack. A human imitating them would probably just make a quack. In the 20th century, the emperor's voice was still described as "crane sound." But after the Human Declaration was announced, everyone forgot about it.

Tsuchida Gozen glanced at Beidou Nobuo, who looked petty.

She was incredibly long-lived! She lived on even after Oda Nobuhime died; she lived on even after her grandson died; she lived on even after the Oda clan completely fell into decline; she lived on even after witnessing the entire rise and fall of the Oda clan. She lived to be at least 80 years old, a very long life for a woman in ancient times.

Beidou Xinwei suddenly laughed at the other party's petty look. Even if you had a little bit of ability at the level of "The Legend of Zhen Huan", I would still look up to you. But I didn't expect that you were just a simple shrew.

Beidou Xinwei smiled and glanced at Oda Xinji who was standing beside him. Then, facing the latter's bewildered look, he whispered in her ear: "That's it? With all due respect, this is too petty and not enough to be used as evidence."

If we deal with an enemy of this level and still jump like this, then we are sure to win, right?

"Huh?" Oda Nobuhime didn't know what Beidou Nobuyoshi meant by suddenly saying this.

"Yes, I know a little about it." Beidou Xinwei stood up from the corridor nearby, walked a few steps to Oda Nobuhide's side, and with his permission, took the iron cannon in his hand. "The Chinese spelling of this thing should be [matchlock gun], and the Ming Dynasty called it [bird gun]. It was brought from the southern barbarians, but it actually has a history of hundreds of years of evolution. The prototype of this weapon appeared as early as the Song Dynasty of the Celestial Empire. Its principle is to use gunpowder as a propulsion, detonating the projectile in the barrel to kill the enemy. On the other hand, the Ming Dynasty was already equipped with a large number of firearms from the beginning of its establishment. Among the three major camps of the Ming Dynasty, the Shenji Camp was equipped with over 3,000 of these portable firearms, and there were countless larger caliber cannons. However, it was actually the southern barbarians who introduced the iron cannon to Japan. This one... I can tell it's made in Japan by the workmanship."

Of course, after Ming Baozong went to study in Wala, the three camps were already in name only. Compared with the original three camps, the subsequent three camps can only be said to be... OOC fan fiction that has nothing to do with the original work.

As for why this is made in Japan? In addition to the caliber and length, the tail of the iron cannon does not have the shoulder-type stock of European muskets, but a grip-type stock without a shoulder.

"The Japanese matchlock...oh, the teppo has only just appeared. Their understanding, application, and battlefield strategy are all beyond my comprehension and appreciation." Beidou Xinwei glanced at the matchlock in his hand and returned it to Oda Nobuhide. "The above is the basic framework of the musket in both China and Japan. I hope you will forgive me and correct any shortcomings."

"Hmm." Oda Nobuhide looked at the young man in front of him - looking up at him. Suddenly, he felt that the handsome boy in front of him was quite pleasing to the eye!

Charisma: 15 — Start!

"Indeed, I never thought someone so young could be so knowledgeable." Oda Nobuhide didn't take the cannon that was handed back to him. Instead, he glanced at the merchant beside him with interest and asked, "So, is what this retainer of the young master said correct?"

As a leader, of course you can't just believe whatever your subordinates say.

"Ha Yi!" The merchant also felt a little strange and said, "What the lord said is basically correct. I'm just not very clear about the affairs of the Ming Dynasty - but the iron cannon was indeed introduced by the southern barbarians."

"Hahaha, very good." Oda Nobuhide looked at Beidou Nobuyuki and said, "This is a new thing. Do you know how to use it?"

"I understand a little bit." Beidou Xinwei nodded.

[Skill: Iron Cannon (Lv.01) (0/100)

Obtained Skill: Bottle Attack]

The so-called bottle shooting is different from the three-stage shooting. The three-stage shooting is a group of three people taking turns shooting, increasing the firing rate. The bottle shooting is a group of four people: one firing, one loading the powder, one loading the bullets, and one manning the ignition launcher. The frequency is faster, mainly because four guns are used to serve one person.

Beidou Xinwei skillfully began to load the matchlock gun with powder and bullets, aim and shoot, all in one go.

"Crack!" There was a loud noise like muffled thunder. The sound of firing from an early matchlock gun was indeed very loud.

"Oh!" The medieval warriors present exclaimed in surprise. They had never seen a gunpowder-propelled weapon in their lives, let alone heard such a sound that was comparable to that of firecrackers. So everyone present exclaimed in surprise.

The one who screamed the loudest was Oda Nobuhime.

That excitement, that rush, that feeling was like seeing Chinese football break out of Asia. Her face flushed red, and it felt like someone had just seen Ayanami for the first time in their life. She was completely in a frenzy.

"So cool!" Oda Nobuhime stood out from the crowd, ignoring the other people's gazes. She rushed straight to Beidou Nobumi and snatched the iron cannon away. She touched it like a treasure and said, "How do you shoot this thing?"

"Yeah, it's really interesting." Oda Nobuhide was also watching his daughter from the side, but he shook his head slightly, put his hands behind his back and sighed secretly, "It's an interesting toy, and it's indeed suitable for use as a ceremonial object."

"First this way, then this way, then insert it... Um, turn on the safety. Here... Okay, aim and shoot... Eh?"

"Kacha!!" Beidou Xinwei taught Oda Xinyi how to shoot, but the cannon went off at the last moment. Without aiming, Oda Xinyi pressed the left button of the mouse and shot!

"Ah!" It directly hit the teacup between Tsuchida Gozen and Oda Nobuyuki, causing screams and exclamations.

"Ahahaha... Awesome! Siguoyi, Sibalasi!" Oda Nobuhime didn't have any psychological burden at all. She jumped around holding the cannon that posed no threat after being fired.

The beautiful girl is like a naughty child.

But a cunning look flashed in his eyes and was caught by Beidou Xinwei.

"Nobu... Nobuhime! You damned child! Come here, kneel down, and apologize!" Tsuchida Gozen clutched her chest, nearly frightened to death. Several maids, including her second son, Oda Nobuyuki, hurried over to support her. Once she recovered, she flew into a rage.

Oda Nobuhime glanced at her father out of the corner of her eye, but her father said nothing. Then she curled her lips carelessly, pretending not to hear anything at all.

"Big sister, you can't treat mother like this." The second brother, Oda Nobuyuki, was indeed a steady and good boy who looked gentle, respectful, modest, righteous, polite, wise and trustworthy. He hurried to serve his mother. He also said to his eldest sister: "You'd better come quickly..."

"Shut up, you little brat!" Oda Nobuhime scolded her brother, who was a year younger than her, as a little brat. After the lion roar, she put on an excited expression and jumped up to her father, holding a cannon.

"Dad! Dad! My dear dad! - Buy this! I want to buy it! Buy it!" Oda Nobuhime said to her father while holding up the cannon: "I want this!"

"Hehe, it's useless." Oda Nobuhide looked calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all about what had just happened.

He seemed to already know the whole story. He just shook his head fondly and said, "Just buy one. But... this thing is useless."

"Useless?" Oda Nobuhime was stunned for a moment: "How handsome he is, why is he useless?"

"Sister, I saw it just now." Oda Nobuyuki said at the right time: "You are too slow to reload. By the time you reloaded, the enemy had already run up to you and stabbed you to death."

"That's right." Oda Nobuhide agreed with his second son's opinion on this point. "If you like it, just buy one. But it's really useless in battle. I heard that its range is just so-so, and the farther it goes, the lower its accuracy becomes. It's quite noisy, though. It would be fun to set it off during festivals."

“…” Oda Nobuhime looked at the cannon in her hand, wondering what she was thinking.

After a fierce debate in her mind, she finally seemed to make up her mind: "I'll buy it! - Hey, how many cannons do you have?"

Oda Nobuhime looked at the merchants from Kyushu.

"Oh, a lot... 20 in total." The merchant shook his head, thinking that these Eastern bumpkins really didn't have much taste. Look at us Western Christian luminaries, they've even used iron cannons to form a ceremonial guard. How fun! You guys are such poor bastards.

"Each one, 50 strings of cash, fixed price."

"50...why don't you just go and rob them?" Oda Nobuhime rolled her eyes and threatened the other party: "10 kan a bunch, sell it if you want!"

"I really can't sell them. These are all cannons from Tanegashima." The businessman was in tears. Was this a case of a scholar meeting a soldier today?

"How can I sell it for 10 guan? 50 guan is already a very low price. If you want them all, I can offer 48 guan a piece..."

There are only 20 of them, so they are really not that useful.

"But..." His daughter was bargaining with the merchant, and although her father wasn't happy about it, he still indulged her. Oda Nobuhide strolled over to Hokuto Nobuyoshi and asked softly, "Your performance really surprised me. I heard your father served in the Oda family? With generations living in Owari, how could he have such extensive knowledge? And how tall is he?"

Ah, the father of this world sent by the system. The body is a flesh that traveled through, so this is the identity sent by the system.

"I heard you're an excellent swordsman—would you like to have a fight?"

My cabbage was taken away like this?! That’s not possible!

Chapter 18: I actually had a moment where I wanted to stay with this man forever

As a normal Northeast Asian, involution naturally becomes one of the racial characteristics. The Japanese people have lived in dire straits since childhood. Sometimes volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, etc. are physical criticisms of dire straits. Although their height is not quite up to standard, in a sense, as a professional military armed class, samurai still have a strong need to practice their martial arts. Especially in such a chaotic world, those who can make it out are not ordinary people, at least they are the most powerful murderers in the county.

This is the case with Oda Nobuhide, who is only 40 years old this year. This is an age when one would have called himself an old man with many children and grandchildren in ancient times; but in modern times, it may still be an age when an unmarried author who is just an otaku is just a giant baby.

However, Oda Nobuhide was in good spirits and immediately expressed his desire to fight with Hokuto Nobuo. Of course, he wanted a fight that said, "You can't kill me like this."

"Dangdang!"

Facts have proven that no matter how hard you try, you can never beat someone who cheats.

"Ugh!——" Oda Nobuhide was knocked to the ground directly. This was the third time. And it was obvious that Beidou Nobuyuki had been holding back. At the beginning, he was just dodging and blocking. He only started to attack at his request. Most of his moves used body collisions or tripping——

A charge skill that simply breaks through defense.

"Ah, I lost, I lost. It's truly impressive." Oda Nobuhide collapsed to the ground. He had been easily defeated three times in a row. This made him feel a little embarrassed, but also a sense of emotion. "I have to admit my age... Avi, right? Then I guess I can rest assured that Master Ji's safety will be in your hands from now on. Well, as the young master, she has a lot to do... After all, she is the lord of Kuno Castle."

"Your Excellency, what are you talking about?" He had to bow his head under the eaves, glancing at Oda Nobuhime, who was giggling beside him. Beidou Nobuyoshi felt that this kind of woman was perfect for marriage, given her big heart and outgoing elbows. He lowered his head and whispered, "I'm lucky..."

"You didn't use a knife, which was a nice touch. You shouldn't be so modest. I don't think there's another warrior like you in all of Owari—and besides..." Oda Nobuhide suddenly remembered something and, after being helped up from the ground by a few commoners, dusted himself off and sat down on a nearby stool. "I've heard that a remarkable man with incredible medical skills has appeared in the castle town. He cures all the illnesses he treats, even the most terminally ill. Oh, that man's surname is also Hokuto, could it be you?"

"You're praising me too much. My medical skills aren't that advanced. I've only learned a few prescriptions and can make some small pills."

We can now treat diseases at level 4, using drugs that cost only 4 yuan! This is incredible, as we can now treat malaria, but we still can't treat SARS, HIV, or cancer.

"Well, do it well. We need talents like you." Oda Nobuhide patted Li Wei on the shoulder and said, "I'm tired. You young people can have fun by yourselves."

Recognition from my father-in-law.

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The Oda family faced both internal and external troubles, especially after losing the battle last year.

Oda Nobuhide's recent years have been... quite unpleasant. Three years ago, he joined forces with Asakura and Toki to attack Mino, making a triumphant advance before ultimately being defeated at Inabayama Castle, suffering heavy losses. Last year, his own defeat at Mino weakened his own forces, and as a result, other Oda clans in Owari rebelled. It took immense effort to suppress them, and some even had to cede their interests to reach a settlement. Also last year, they fought a major battle against the combined forces of Imagawa and Matsudaira from Mikawa Province, only to suffer another crushing defeat. The Oda lineage of Oda Nobuhime is now in a precarious position.

This is why, at just 18 years old, Oda Nobuhime was ordered to suppress the separatist forces on the borders of Mikawa and Owari in her first battle. In fact, these were previously considered the sphere of influence of the Oda family. They had only rebelled. Faced with such serious internal and external troubles, it was natural to need a breakthrough.

...So, how to break the deadlock?

I don’t know, the Oda family is still in the process of breaking through.

After traveling for half a month, Beidou Xinwei found a new job. In fact, the gap was quite big.

That night, Beidou Xinwei and Kikyo sat opposite each other.

Considering that Kikyo had been eating staff meals for a week, and every meal was instant noodles, it felt a bit unfair to her. Today, Beidou Xinwei cooked for her personally... Of course, he cooked every day.

"Avisangma?" Kikyo's shrine maiden costume is now her work clothes, and she is a little conflicted at this moment.

What is the relationship between me and the other person?

In the past, Kikyo could still "deceive" herself. She believed that Beidou Xinwei was loyal and righteous, a kind-hearted man in troubled times. The bond between them was that Beidou Xinwei generously provided 14 dan of grain and three strings of cash to save the people in his village from starvation.

But now...what am I?

"Don't call me that. Just call me Avi. It sounds nicer." Touching his nose embarrassedly, the handsome boy said, "Have you forgotten that I'm actually four years younger than you?"

Paint an old cucumber green—pretending to be young! Beidou Xinwei pretended to be young and ignorant at this moment. He said to Kikyo, "Ordinarily, I should call you Sister Kikyo, but... well, it's a little hard to say."

"..." Kikyo's mouth was stuck in her throat, unable to move. The girl simply couldn't treat the huge young man in front of her as a junior. The village girl thought for a moment, then gave up. This was a kind girl who was so generous and generous that she seemed a little bit silly. "Well, since Avi said so, I'll still call you Avi from now on. Congratulations, you're starting your official career today."

"Well, congratulations." Beidou Xinwei said this and scratched his head with a smile.

The two of them sat by a bonfire in a Warring States-era dwelling, with the newly purchased bird meat—chicken, that is—next to them. Tonight, they would continue their feast on instant noodles, seasoned with various... delicacies.

"But Kikyo, there are some things I must explain clearly. Or rather, I want to ask you for a favor." Beidou Xinwei had been sitting cross-legged on the tatami. At this time, he leaned over and said to Kikyo almost pleadingly: "I have already entered the government, but my medical skills are really aimless. Kikyo, you have a heart of a bodhisattva. I ask you to show your compassion and sympathy, and save all living beings from suffering. Regardless of their status, wealth, or status, rescue those in distress-"

"Huh?" Kikyo was stunned for a moment, feeling that this matter was a bit strange. The most important thing was that what the other party said was in line with her three views.

For a moment, the 18-year-old witch even had an urge to stay with the other person for the rest of her life.

That's why they say it's best to marry young. True love can still exist before college. True love, untainted by any ulterior motives, typically occurs during adolescence. Like Romeo and Juliet, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. After adolescence, the urge fades; a simple, ordinary life is the truest.

However, the 18-year-old girl instantly felt that he was a kind, beautiful young man with good moral character, worthy of trust! He was also capable and good-looking. In this feudal society that admired the strong, he had just been raised to the banner and entered the samurai class...

"If you don't mind..." Her face was a little hot. The usually icy beauty tightly grasped the hem of her red skirt with both hands. Her red lips parted slightly, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the beautiful boy in front of her. She could only whisper: "I do..."

Okay, as long as you like.

"Come on, come on, today, I'll treat you to hot pot. Let's talk about our future slowly..."

Chapter 19: 0.002 million close military instructors

Really, too young. A village witch would be crippled after a few casual tricks. Luckily, you met me. Otherwise, I imagine you, foolish and uncomplaining, would have met someone so wicked. Not only would you lose your life, not your people. You're so lucky to have met a warm and considerate client like me.

A woman like Kikyo is likely to meet a dog-like man and be fooled to death, right?

But then again, the beauty of a woman lies in her uncomplaining stupidity. This age is just right; everything is right except intelligence. This time, they found a high-sounding excuse to keep such a kind-hearted miko in their home, selling counterfeit medicine without a license. It's a bit unpleasant.

And hadn't Beidou Xinwei just found himself a class to attend? Even though Oda Nobuhime was kind enough not to let him punch in, he still had to save face and at least not be late for work.

"Hey, Avi, you're here! I've been waiting for you for a long time." Oda Nobuhime felt much better when she saw Beidou Nobumi come to work on time! "I still have a lot to ask of you!"

Beidou Xinwei came to the Sannomaru of Naguno Castle.

In the early Warring States period, most castle towers weren't very well-built. However, they had everything they needed. Sannomaru housed most of the servants and barracks for the regular soldiers. Four years prior, Oda Nobuhime had been appointed lord of Nagoya Castle by her father, Oda Nobuhide. She was in Sannomaru for one reason only.

"I plan to train my hatamoto guards." Oda Nobuhime pointed at the twenty or so young samurai in front of her and showed enough excitement: "You are one of them. Come, choose one."

"? Choose what?" Beidou Xinwei looked at the dozens of teenagers in front of him and didn't quite understand.

"You call them hatamoto, but you're actually a horse-monk—first, I'll get you a horse. Consider it a gift." Oda Nobuhime patted Hokuto Nobuyuki's shoulder. At 5'6", she struggled to pat the 5'8" figure. It was like a cat must be perched on your head to feel at ease. Then she added, "Second, will you join the Red Mother Clothes or the Black Mother Clothes?"

"Is there any difference?" I didn't quite understand Beidou Xinwei. Is there a difference in color?

"It's nothing, just different outfits. The red one is very handsome, and the black one is also handsome! I don't want to abandon either of them, so I just wear half red and half black!" Oh... this statement fits the character's personality very well.

Thanks to the Chinese vocabulary. Hatamoto means that when a daimyo went into battle, he would be protected and surrounded by his personal guards. These personal guards, most often from various clans, would carry small banners on their backs, often directly from their boss's clan, to identify themselves. The banners were arranged in units of one or two. Therefore, these warriors who surrounded and protected the daimyo were called "hatamoto."

During the Warring States Period, this was commonly referred to as "Ma Hui Zhong." Thanks to the Chinese vocabulary, "Ma Hui" means "surrounded by horses." These imperial guards were typically mounted warriors who, upon dismounting from their horses within the commander's main camp, would tie their horses around the perimeter. This scene became known as "Ma Hui" (surrounded by horses), so "Ma Hui Zhong" also means imperial guards.