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

The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the wild geese flee in the night.When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

The morning light in the east was fading, and I led the women in uniform to gallop on horseback. My hands were so cold that I lost all feeling. I especially missed the moment of warmth I got from Hashirama before setting off yesterday morning.

As the darkness gradually dissipated, the enemy scouts who came to harass them retreated further and further away.Toramaru visually measured the distance and nodded at me.

I raised my hand: "No need to chase!"

After giving the order, more than twenty riders reined their horses one after another.Matsuyuki Maru, who was sitting next to me, bit her mouth bitterly and shook her head unwillingly.

"The people who came this time are a little different from the previous two times," Toramaru muttered, "They retreated so quickly."

I looked at the crescent moon that never set in the west and said, "The horses coming this time are taller and the individual soldiers are of better quality."

"I saw that the flags on their backs all have the same pattern." A knight whose face was tightly wrapped in cloth suddenly said.

He jumped off the horse and drew a shape with his knife - a galloping horse.

"Hamasaka Motochika's horse has returned to the crowd!" I saw the knight's eyes as if covered with a layer of white mist, and immediately decided to believe him, "You go back and report the news immediately!"

He quickly flew away.

Wait, isn’t Keyakihara the opposite?Why did the Hyuga clan in Keyakihara appear here?

Toramaru also recognized the pattern: "It is indeed Hamasaka Motochin's personal soldier!"

I didn't have time to think about other things, so I raised my riding whip: "Everyone! I successfully lured the enemy! Follow me back to our formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth began to tremble, the horses paved the ground with their hooves uneasily, and a black tide slowly rose up in the unknown part of the west.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Without my urging, Matsuyuki Maru ran as fast as lightning, his head held high pointing straight to the east, and he quickly approached the edge of the basin.

Although the quality of the horses of Toramaru and others is not as good as Matsuyukimaru, their riding skills are better than mine. They just deliberately lowered their speed and guarded me behind me.We dropped the baggage along the way - which had saved everyone and the horses from the freezing temperatures the night before - and put our legs in stirrups and our buttocks off the saddle in the hope of going faster.

When the sun finally emerged from the horizon, a sharp arrow suddenly pierced the chest of the last female warrior.

I took a long breath, turned the horse's head, and watched helplessly as the guard continued to vomit black blood and fell off the horse.

Behind him was a black mass of cavalry.

The spirits of the world ride on Hamasaka, and the spirits of Hamasaka ride on the horseback.The mounts of Ma Huizhong are more than a hand taller than my Songxuewan. They all have long arms and waist, and they are all good at riding and shooting.Thousands of sharp arrows are waiting silently. They only need to wait for a command to turn into heavy rain and send greetings of death.

Behind the cavalry group, tens of thousands of refugees from the Country of Wind were brought.The grassland residents are known as one hundred thousand people who can control strings, and their folk customs are strong.Although the proceeds from plundering in the Kingdom of Wind have already enriched their pockets at this time, they do not mind following Hamasaka Motochika in a smooth battle.

Riding alone across the formation, the flag slowly rose behind him - the Hamasaka family's horse stepped on the crescent pattern.

I swallowed my heart that was about to beat out of my mouth and ordered Matsuyuki Maru to come closer to him.

Just as I imagined, Hamasaka Motochin has the tan skin of a nomad, with a face as narrow and long as a wolf, a high nose and deep eyes, and the eyes are astonishingly dark.He was wearing pure black armor, with a long shark sheath sword at his waist, and he was riding a pure black curly mane horse, standing in the field like a mountain.

When he saw what I looked like, there was a clear flash of surprise in his eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, the Fire Country Guardian, who is like a woman." He said in a low voice.

I made a loud voice with all my strength: "The wolf-like Shou of the Kingdom of Wind, I have admired you for a long time."

Hamasaka laughed hoarsely, and even turned around in front of me, opening his hands toward the horsemen.Suddenly, a roar of laughter overwhelmed me.

They lowered their bows.I felt a little conscious again.

Hamasaka smiled enough and stared at me for another five seconds before speaking: "I heard that the Land of Fire has always been rich, so I want to borrow some food and grass from you."

"I refuse." I was finally able to use my voice normally.

Hamasaka stared at me for a moment longer, then he raised his hand.

The blood all over my body froze at this moment.

Fortunately, he just made the cavalry stop their long laughter, and then raised his chin and looked at me: "Then we will get it ourselves."

Before I could react, he turned the horse's head.I was silent for a moment, then hurriedly turned around as if waking up from a dream, urging Matsuyuki Maru to run twice as fast as before.

The sun was about to completely rise above the horizon. My eyes were stung by the light, but I could only take out a piece of cloth and cover Matsuyuki Maru's eyes.I heard his heavy breathing getting heavier and heavier, and I felt that the mane on his body was covered with tiny ice beads.

Run, good horse!

When the first wave of arrows came, we began to climb up a gentle slope. The soil here was extremely soft, and there was no trace on the snow.

Then it was trampled into mud by the rumbling horse hooves.

"Spread out!" I screamed.

My red-armored black horse is still very easy to recognize in this daylight. To be close to me is to be close to death.

After two rounds of arrows, only three riders were still following me.

My mind went blank except for one thought: I could escape.I can.

The third wave of arrow rain came suddenly.I felt something pass over my right shoulder, brush the horse's neck and plunge into the ground.

Matsuyuki Maru was so shocked that he almost stood up.I spent my last effort clinging to him, but my right arm suddenly lost all feeling, and I was about to slide to the left.

Someone rushed over and pushed me, then let out a muffled groan and fell heavily to the ground.

"Toramaru?" I wanted to turn around.

"Your Highness, leave!" he shouted.

I should go...no...I shouldn't...

The sound of hoofbeats was getting closer.

A hand put on my shoulder, life and warmth spread under the palm, and I slowly regained the use of my arm.A familiar voice sounded in my ears: "Tobirama saved Toramaru! Let's go quickly!"

It's Hashirama.

The salty liquid overflowed from the corners of his eyes at some point and escaped in the sunlight.The top of the slope is right in front of you.

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The 25th year of astronomy, the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Senju Hashirama will always remember this day throughout his life.

On this day, he realized for the first time that he was witnessing history.

The rising sun completely submerged the knight on the black horse and the red helmet.The horseback cavalrymen from the Kingdom of Wind shouldered their long bows, unsheathed their sharp blades, and kept clamping the horse's belly to urge the horse to speed up.

Hamasaka Motochika took the lead in charging towards the top of the slope, with his horse riding on the crescent moon and the war flag clanging behind him.Under the influence of the overwhelming fighting spirit, the blood all over his body boiled, and a roar surged to the top of his head.

Suddenly, something caught his attention.He narrowed his eagle eyes, trying hard to distinguish the slightest hint of disharmony in the brilliant golden sunlight.

All he saw was a blurry black line and a bright red flag.

The flag suddenly fell in his direction.

The sound of horse hooves was loud down the slope, but it was eerily quiet on the slope.Panting, the Daimyo of the Fire Country rolled off his horse and raised the flag with his own hands.Wearing a red armor, a red flag, and fluttering golden lion patterns, it attracted the attention of thousands of sergeants.

The flag fell straight forward.

Two hundred Fire Temple mercenaries picked up their iron cannons, skillfully lit the match ropes, walked to the slope, took aim, and fired the first shot under the cover of straw bales.

"boom--"

Along with the fire, two hundred iron bullets were shot out of the muzzle, smoke filled the air, and the loud noise of a salvo shook the head like rolling thunder.Hundreds of fires were fired, but none of the gunmen covered their ears.They wore the same ear protection as the horses, and they had long been accustomed to such noises in previous training.

The enemy's front line suddenly fell on their backs, and the horses screamed and neighed for a while. The wounded fell to the ground and screamed in pain, and were trampled mercilessly by their companions.

The horse riding under the crescent moon flag has no intention of retreating and is still moving straight forward.

This all happened in a matter of seconds.There was still silence on the slope, and the lion flag stood high again.

Another two hundred gunmen stepped forward with their guns in hand. They stood where the Fire Temple mercenaries had been and lit the match ropes. They then walked to the edge of the slope and raised their guns to aim.But this time the roar was irregular, as sparse as falling rain, and some people even had their hands shaking so much that they almost burned their cheeks.

Although not as powerful as the first salvo, the second round still caused the same amount of damage.Because the gentle slope is densely packed with cavalry, you can hit some targets no matter which direction you hit.

Another blood hole opened up on the body of the cavalry. This "small" wound that looked far less ferocious than a knife wound took the lives of at least 40 people and created at least [-] wounded who were missing some part of their bodies.

The frightened horse stood up on the spot and trampled the owner of the unfortunately fallen horse as if it was crazy.Some of the horseback cavalry had a look of fear on their faces, and some were quietly looking back, but more of them burst out with louder war cries.

The lion flag stood up and fell down for the third time, and another burst of fire and gun roar echoed in the snowy field.

Hamasaka Motochika was still charging. He gradually distanced himself from the large army, and the lion flag was already in front of him.

The fourth volley grazed his calf, and the cavalry behind him was reduced to half a general. He knew nothing, and was delighted to see the archers under the Lion's flag retreating from both sides of the position.

But then, a familiar edge flashed before his eyes.

"Wind—" the flag-bearer shouted.

"Wind——" The archer's arrow has left the string.

"Wind——" The ninjas worked together to release the wind escape, pushing the feather arrows forward quickly.

The mixed ninjas in the horseback crowd also quickly used various ninjutsu to resist, but it was too late. Many people kept their seal postures and fell off their horses.

Hamasaka Motochika finally rushed to the front of Mutou's military formation on the top of the slope. What greeted him was a row of wooden swords, the tips of which were as sharp as if they had been polished with quartz.

As he got closer, he saw that the wooden thorns were swelling and elongating as if they were alive.

Zhujian formed a seal with one hand and pressed the other hand on the deer, watching as a bay-red horse and the cavalry on its back were pierced by wooden thorns.The bright red blood spread all over the sky, and the horse's hoofs twitched wildly beside Zhu Jian's ears. The cavalryman covered the leaking internal organs and screamed in agony.

"Brother, be careful!" A thick arm suddenly stretched out, pulling Hashirama back several steps.The owner of the arm thrust out the spear, and as the silver snake swallowed, a warrior who had just climbed over the fence fell to the ground.

Hashirama wanted to say "thank you", but the spear samurai was so focused on the struggling enemy in the wood that he refused to even glance at him.

Except for Hashirama who looked back, everyone faced the enemy in front.The brave warriors who are not afraid of death open their eyes because they are brave; the cowards who are afraid of death open their eyes because they are afraid; the recruits open their eyes because they are shocked by the bloody scene; the veterans open their eyes because they are shocked by the bloody scene. He closed his eyes to carefully observe the timing of killing.

"Lance - kill!" The daimyo's sharp voice almost pierced Hashirama's eardrum.

"Lance - kill!" the Ashigaru roared.One after another, the bamboo sticks pierced the belly of the horse and penetrated the chest of the person.

Hashirama injected some more chakra into Julu, and instantly shuttled through the crowd. He used wood escape to block arrows for the formation, and used healing ninjutsu to recover a few lightly wounded people.

When he met his younger brother, Tobirama was slowly leveling an ashigaru with only half of his head left, and then ended the dying man's pain with a knife.

Slowly, the black tide receded, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Woo-woo-"

The conch whimpered, the east wind swept the lion flag, and soon there was another round of arrow rain, and several rounds of fire and gun fire.

Hashirama turned around and looked in the direction of his hometown.

The sun has risen.