[Comprehensive master Naruto] The daimyo of the country of fire is in a panic

Senju Tobirama was woken up by a wet lick.

Without any panic, he took his arms out from under Wajian's neck, who was sleeping and stretched out, and with his eyes closed, he accurately strangled the unknown creature's neck.

"Ouch-ouch--" The unknown creature shook its head and hummed softly.

"Shh!" Tobirama just opened his eyes, and changed from clamping the neck to clamping the beast's mouth, and as expected, he felt a hand of saliva.

He was silent for a moment, quickly wiped his hands on this guy who was disturbing his dreams, then mercilessly tucked it under his elbow and walked out of the room silently.

On October [-]th, the moon was not full, and the moonlight was as cold as water.It was pitch dark inside the Thousand Hands Clan. There were dots of firelight every dozens of steps along the edge of the fence, which was far from being able to illuminate the nearby forest. The tribesman responsible for patrolling at this moment must be hiding in the dark, listening to every trace of light with their ears pricked up. The sound of wind coming from among the trees.

The situation has been tense recently. The four tribes of Hagoromo, Aomori, Uchiha, and Senju living near the Nanga River are wary of each other, and they all covet the food and grass in the other tribe's fields.Now that he was awake, Tobirama simply observed the situation vigilantly, trying his best to sense whether there was any unfamiliar chakra around him. After confirming that it was safe, he turned his attention back to the little beast under his command.

It has a short mane on its hands, off-white fur, a round head, four broad palms, and sharp claws - this is a little lion less than one year old, a psychic beast summoned by Senju Hashirama using the blood painting formation.

Tobirama put it on the ground and asked without any delay: "Vimana? Brother, do you have any urgent information?"

"Yes! Yes!" The little lion opened his mouth wide, picked up Tobirama's hakama and pounced upward.

Then tell me the content quickly!Tobirama's breath was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't hit it with his hand, so he had to grab his fluffy white shorts.

"What is it?" You can't get angry with it. This guy's mind is not yet mature. He is almost like Tobirama's third brother. He can only be trained and taught slowly.

The little lion left dark saliva marks on the cloth and took out a notice from somewhere: "His Highness agreed to hire you and Wajian Banjian to work with him, so that everyone can eat without having to fight. La! He is such a good person!"

After it finished speaking, a pair of bright eyes stared at Tobirama, as if waiting for his reward. Tobirama could even see his eldest brother Hashirama's "Look, I..." through this hairy face. What a genius idea, right?" expression.

The moonlight was so gloomy that it made Qian Shoufenjian's fair skin even paler. He did not show an encouraging or excited smile. On the contrary, he lowered his eyes, and the shadows covered all his emotions.

"Aren't you happy? Isn't this good news?" The little lion was confused and asked timidly.

"That's good news." Tobirama spread his fingers hard until his muscles almost trembled, and then slowly clenched them into fists. "This is the most direct way to effectively increase Ban Jian and Wa Jian's chances of survival."

"However……"

"We can leave, what will the other ninjas of our age in the Senju clan do?"

This is not an impulsive expression of compassion, nor is it an insatiable Virgin heart.It’s just a matter of applying ourselves to others. An increase in our survival probability means a decrease in the survival probability of others.

"In other words, someone may have to die for us."

The little lion didn't dare to pounce anymore. It obediently sat down one step away from the white-haired little ninja.Only then did it notice that his upper right arm was bandaged: "Are you injured? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious." Tobirama looked steadily into the void and blinked hard after a long time. "Naoto blocked the most deadly swords for me."

The little lion whimpered slightly, not daring to look at Tobirama's face.

But the little ninja didn't cry.

He knelt down, his garnet-like pupils were firm, the ends of his eyes were raised, and his sharp gaze pierced the little lion's eyes, as if he had clearly seen the luck in its heart: "Remember, Vimana, we are not the daimyo's minions. , you, your elder brother, and the clansmen, absolutely do not trust him easily. He does have the desire to save the people from the fire and water, but he may also use this as a guise to deceive the ninja clan for his own use. We cannot easily take sides. Risk it for him.”

"Relying on the occasional benevolence of this daimyo is not a long-term solution. It is too common for rulers to change their orders from day to day. We must make our demands to him and urge him to implement a reasonable system of rules, a system that does not change based on anyone's emotional wishes. , only such tangible things will be our guarantee, and the children can truly live."

"Bring this message to my eldest brother, and I will give the daimyo's orders to my father."

Time is running out, and if we wait any longer, all the skilled workers in the ordnance depot will be gone.

I found Genjiro Tsuda in the defensive oar on the stone wall by familiar means.He was not surprised, firstly, because I have been pestering him for various reasons to learn about the situation of the Iron Cannons since I found out about his position, and he has long been used to it; secondly, because this hero is a lone wolf who directly belongs to my father. , faced all kinds of exclusion without blinking an eye, turned a deaf ear to any political struggle, and only paid special attention to weapons and his wife.

I like such pure people. Maybe my father was also interested in his character when he promoted him.

I glanced at Hashirama. He very consciously retreated a few dozen meters and ran to the observation hole pretending to be an ordinary soldier on sentry duty.

Tsuda hit the nail on the head: "You want to ask about the Ordnance Institute?"

"Well, what do you think about the issue of the outflow of iron cannons from the Ordnance Institute that they mentioned today?" I couldn't bear to beat around the bush, so I simply said it.

"The direct-controlled army in your territory has lost too many people. The number of iron artillery teams now is less than half of what it was three years ago. There are fewer and fewer people to equip it. The ordnance institute naturally has an overproduction of iron artillery." Tsuda shrugged, "And I have long been sidelined and cannot control the flow of the products of the Ordnance Institute. Maybe a few family members know about it."

Although it was not what I expected, I still felt a headache: "I understand. Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about the new tactics you mentioned that day."

Tsuda immediately became energetic and started talking non-stop: "As you know, what we use now are basically front-loaded matchlock iron cannons. Not only does it take time to load the ammunition, but it is also troublesome to ignite and it is impossible to shoot continuously, so I want to think about it next , you can form a group of three people, with the musketeer at the front shooting first, then retreating to the back of the team to concentrate on loading ammunition, and the No. 2 soldier stepping forward to fire. The three people alternately load and fire, which can make up for the difference in fire rate to a certain extent. insufficient……"

Huh?Isn't this the legendary three-part strike of Oda Nobunaga?

"Okay! Tsuda, you are indeed a genius with iron artillery!" I was so excited that I paced back and forth and suddenly turned back to him, "I want to give you half of the guards currently guarding the city. You can take the original iron artillery team with the guards. Is it feasible to train this tactic?”

Tsuda was a little troubled. He just didn't want to participate in political disputes. It wasn't because he didn't understand: "Aren't the Guards under the control of the subordinates?"

I know you want to remind me that they are not under my control, "You first train the iron artillery team, and I will convince Sakahara."

Tsuda was immediately eager to give it a try, taking three steps at a time and then two steps straight towards the military camp.I walked up to Hashirama and patted his shoulder: "You don't have to avoid suspicion like this next time."

"I shouldn't sit in on something as important as strategy and tactics." He shrank his neck.

"Come on, haven't you heard enough?"

Hashirama is not the type to hide and tuck in. His dark eyes stared at me directly: "I don't know how to repay your trust."

I thought about it seriously: "How about you give me Vimana?" My hands have been itchy for many days.

He laughed: "Okay."

The dew moon looks at the sun, sunny, northwest wind level [-] to [-], the maximum temperature - I don't know.

The temperature actually doesn't have a big impact on my clothes, because no matter what the temperature is, I have to slip on my bare feet in the room.Socks should not be worn indoors unless it is very cold in late winter or early spring.There are no foot-covering shoes when going out. Generally, white footbags and japanese shoes (clogs) are worn, and black footbags and straw sandals are worn when traveling far away.

One thing these simple shoes have in common is that they are very easy to throw off, so even I don’t remember how many shoes I threw off when I got on the horse.

It's really embarrassing, really.In the past, when people described a person's equestrian skills, there were many words used to praise them: for example, the little ninjas were extremely talented and relied on chakra adsorption and balance to control the horse. They did not need to pull the reins after just two laps on the horse - this was called " "Trust the horse with the rein"; for example, Toramaru, Kanan and Ranmaru can continuously fire their bows when the horse is moving, so they can be praised as "skilled in bowing and horsemanship".

However, there is no particularly unified standard for describing equestrian incompetence, and horses will not tell you "I don't think you are good at it."

No, now we have it. Just count how many shoes have been lost.If you drop one shoe, it is a mistake; if you drop two shoes, it is bad luck.

For those of you like me, Aoi Chiyo, who have lost countless of them, please be more careful.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the shoe not far away. The servant picked it up and handed it to Toramaru. Toramaru jumped off his horse and ran quickly to put it on for me.I hesitated for a long time between getting off my horse and putting on my shoes by myself or waiting for someone to serve me. It was so long that all the servants, surnames, and ninjas began to secretly look up at me, and finally I gave in to this system of clear distinction between superiority and inferiority.

The training was boring, and all the sweat I had lost from being lazy in the past ten years was made up for by slashing with the knife, stabbing with the gun, and drawing the bow and arrow.But today besides lunch, I have one more thing to look forward to.

"Your Highness, I am Ito Shunsaburo."

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing bowed his head to me.

This man is about 30 years old, has a high nose and long eyebrows, and is handsome.His back was as straight as a pine, showing a dignified attitude, while his expression was calm and calm, and his eyes were calm and calm.

I know him. Fifteen years ago, Ito Shunsaburo, who was still a handsome young man, defeated nearly 15 troops of the Kanjitani clan in Keyakihara with only 300 people. He guarded the northwest gate for the Muto family and the Uesugi family. He became famous in the first battle. In the following years, He rose through the ranks and became my father's most trusted military advisor.

Waiting for the weak crown of the final army to imitate the long wind of the clan, the young hero is admirable for his courage and resourcefulness.

"I have long admired your name, and I have long wanted to meet you and hear your opinions on the application of the art of war." I said sincerely.

"I can't take it seriously, I can't take it seriously," he blinked, and the corners of his slightly drooped eyes gave people a sense of integrity and harmlessness, "I know almost nothing about you."

He said "I don't know anything." His eyes swept across the several ninjas kneeling on the side of the screen: "It was only after Sakahara-sama mentioned it that I had the guts to recommend myself as your military guide."

Smart man, but unfortunately he is in the Sakahara camp, and the Bitou family has huge resources.

I didn't make any reaction and nodded calmly: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Ito's smile was obviously more attentive: "Can I ask about your current study progress?"

"Read a little bit of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu." This progress is much behind that of other people. Compared with ninjas... By the way, how do ninjas learn cultural classes?Training and going to the battlefield every day, do you have time to study?Self-taught?

"What is a soldier?" Yi Dong's eyes burned.

"The important matters of the country, the place of life and death, and the way of survival must be carefully observed." I recited it casually.

"How to control the army's strength?"

"When governing a large number of people, it is like fighting a small number, so the score is correct; when fighting a large number, it is like fighting a small number, so the shape and name are correct; when the three armies are combined, they can defeat those who are bound to be attacked by the enemy, but there are no defeated ones; it is strange and correct; when the troops are added, it is like throwing a scorpion. The eggs are empty and real."

"What does 'know yourself and know the enemy' mean?"

"Knowing that our soldiers can attack, but not knowing that the enemy cannot attack, is half the victory. Knowing that the enemy can attack, but not knowing that our soldiers cannot attack, is half the victory. Knowing that the enemy can attack, knowing that our soldiers can't, is half the victory." If you can attack, but don't know the terrain and cannot fight, half of the victory will be won. Therefore, those who know the army can move without being confused, and can move without being exhausted. Therefore, it is said: If you know the enemy and yourself, victory is not in danger; if you know the sky and the earth, victory is inevitable. poverty."

"I understand." Smile lines appeared on Ito's mouth, which did not show how old he was, but made him look more suave, "Let's start studying tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, I'll help you."

A good mind, good looks, successful youth, and strong strength.

I was describing my first impression of Ito, and then I suddenly realized that these words could also be used to describe many people around me.I heard that if you spend more time with excellent people, you will become excellent yourself. I wonder if I, Mr. Nan Guo, can survive until I get to the top.

"I'm curious about something," I looked at Hashirama and Madara, "Who were you enlightened by?"

"The clan has a voluntary school. If the older clan members cannot go to the battlefield, they will retire and serve as teachers, teaching some simple writing and words. Our brothers have all studied in the clan academy for a period of time." Madara replied, and Izuna nodded beside him. , as if using actions to increase credibility.

"It's the same in our clan. But the elders will give me and Tobirama extra classes...there's no way to skip school..." Hashirama seemed to have remembered some not-so-good memories, and his whole face was wrinkled.

"Does everyone have to go to school?"

Madara shook his head: "No, it's usually decided by the parents."

Hashirama also added: "Children with poor foundation in ninjutsu and physical skills should still be trained first. Surviving on the battlefield is the most important thing."

In other words, the Ninja clan will fund a welfare school to provide educational convenience for the children of the clan, and the teacher is actually a welfare post for the disabled and elders of the clan.

"What about you?" I turned my attention to the surnames.

"I was fostered in a temple when I was young, and my mentor was Zen Master Richichi of Yanshan Temple." Canaan clasped his hands together.

My experience with my brother seemed...sigh...

"I am fortunate enough to be taught by my father. The other brothers are very envious of me." Ranmaru's tone was filled with pride and joy.

The youngest son is favored.

"I...was raised by a retainer," Toramaru uncharacteristically did not put on his earnest smile, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his eyes looked down.Then he seemed to realize his gaffe, and quickly made up for it with words: "Ishida-sama has hired some masters for me."

He was originally the heir to the Shu Fang family, but unfortunately his family fell into decline. Becoming the adopted son of the Ishida family might be a way out.

Most wealthy samurai families have the awareness to educate their children, and large-scale ninja clans also have simple family education to provide knowledge. A certain educational foundation is helpful for them to understand the art of war and orders. Knowledge is actually a means for them to maintain their combat effectiveness.But apart from that, there are many more people who spend their entire lives with their backs turned to the sky and their faces facing the loess, unable to read a single Chinese character.

Although I grew up with children from a peasant family when I was young, my grandmother used the "Kojiki" to enlighten me, used the "Anthology of Ancient and Modern Japanese Songs" as my bedtime story, and dictated the Seven Books of the Martial Arts to me beside the farmland... If I were really illiterate. Child, how will I face this mess today?

"Your Highness?" Everyone looked at me doubtfully.

The prosperity of a country lies in education.I have another problem that needs to be solved.