"Anyway - Bai Xiang, the task of collecting the bodies is left to you."
After saying that, Sakuma took out a small wooden tube with a thin hemp rope at the bottom from his arms. He pointed the mouth of the tube towards the sky and then pulled the hemp rope at the bottom hard.
laugh!
A little fire flew out from the mouth of the tube, and with a "bang" sound, the little fire bloomed in the sky and turned into a purple flower.
"Sakuma, you asked me to collect the bodies, I have no objection." Bai Xiang curled his lips again, "But after collecting the bodies, can you give me a more interesting task? Ever since I was assigned to your command, you have always asked me to do boring tasks."
"Tonight is a lively night that only comes once in a century. Please give me more interesting tasks."
Sakuma glanced at Baixiang and said, "The reason why I keep letting you do boring tasks is because you are far from being able to stand on your own."
"You are impulsive and reckless. When you learn to think calmly, interesting tasks will naturally be assigned to you."
After saying this, Sakuma turned around:
"Hurry up and pick 10 people to collect the bodies."
After leaving these last words, Sakuma left quickly.
Looking at Sakuma's quickly departing back, Baixiang's mouth drooped.
"You think I can't handle things on my own...? Humph, who are you looking down on..."
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Whoosh...bang!
The sound of fireworks came from behind.
The sudden sound of fireworks naturally attracted Ogata's attention.
With his left hand still covering his left neck, Ogata looked at the purple flower rising not far behind him, and his heart sank.
The location where the fireworks rose coincided with the direction where he was ambushed just now...
A sense of foreboding arose from the depths of Ogata's heart.
——Are you using fireworks to convey some message...?
Ogata quickly looked around, alert to his surroundings, and was more alert, wondering if someone was following him.
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Osaka, Ryusuji Temple——
"…Commander-in-chief, purple fireworks have been observed."
A female kunoichi who was standing by the window and looking out with a telescope in her hand reported this to Yoshihisa beside her.
"Purple fireworks?" Jijiu raised an eyebrow. "The ambush against Shura failed?"
Yoshihisa's expression turned serious.
"That Sakuma led more than 60 musketeers to launch an ambush, but he still failed..."
"It seems we have misjudged Shura's strength."
"I thought that Shura was not good at dealing with flintlock rifles, but now it seems that this is not the case. We still have too little information about Shura."
"Well, whatever. Since 'Plan A' has failed, let's start 'Plan B'..."
As soon as Yoshihisa finished speaking, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the abbot of Ryushui Temple, Kiyosumi, was humming a tune and wiping the blood off his hands with a white cloth.
"Have we cleared our main camp?" Yoshihisa asked Kiyosumi.
"Cleared, cleared." Qingcheng grinned, his face flushed with excitement, "All irrelevant people have been cleared out! This place has now officially become the main camp of my Toyotomi army!"
"Jijiu, it's such a pity that you weren't there just now!"
"I really want you to see those people's expressions."
“After hearing my summons, they went to the temple with puzzled looks on their faces. But when they got there, they saw people rushing in with shining swords in their hands. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! The changes in those people’s expressions were truly spectacular.”
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At this moment——
The Buddhist Hall of Longshui Temple——
Tick-tick...tick-tick...
The sound of blood dripping came one after another.
The Buddhist temple no longer has the tranquility and solemnity of the past.
The scene inside the Buddhist temple...is a bloody picture scroll of hell.
The floor was littered with bloody corpses.
Dozens of Iga ninjas shuttled back and forth in this hell of flesh and blood, cleaning up the "battlefield" and dragging away the corpses on the floor one by one.
These corpses, without exception, are all monks from Longshui Temple.
They now all have their eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on their faces.
Many of them were looking at where their abbot, Qingcheng, was standing.
Their last memories before death were the same:
Qingcheng suddenly asked them to gather at the temple. They followed Qingcheng's memory and went to the temple. In front of the Buddha statue, they saw Qingcheng with a kind face and gentle smile as usual.
Then... countless men in black suddenly broke in through the door and windows of the Buddhist temple and killed everyone.
The men in black attacked from all directions, leaving them with nowhere to hide.
They wailed, struggled, and begged for help.
At that time, countless people subconsciously looked for help towards Qingcheng, whom they respected and trusted the most - just like the two tall and thin sweeping monks who talked about Qingcheng with admiration during the day today.
After they looked to Qingcheng for help, they saw... Qingcheng was still smiling, watching them being slaughtered as if he were watching a play...
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Yoshihisa ignored Kiyosumi who was enjoying himself.
"Sakuma, who was responsible for the ambush on Shura, failed." Yoshihisa briefly explained the latest information he had just learned.
"Huh? Failed?" Qingcheng stopped reveling in his thoughts and was stunned. "If I remember correctly, Sakuma brought more than 60 musketeers, right?"
"Yes. But he just failed. My men have just observed purple fireworks."
"They were ambushed by more than 60 musketeers , yet they managed to escape unscathed... Tsk tsk tsk." Qingcheng's expression turned serious at this time, "We still have too little information about Shura."
"Shura is very good at dealing with muskets - we have never heard of such a thing."
"Since 'Plan A' to ambush Shura has failed... then we can only activate 'Plan B'."
"Yes." Jijiu said calmly, "That's the only way."
"Haha, you are worthy of being the frontline commander of the 'Osaka Spring Campaign and Shura Suppression Operation' appointed by Lord Toyotomi." Qingcheng shrugged, "This large-scale battle started off badly, but you can still remain so calm. Your mentality is really admirable."
"Master Kiyosumi."
At this time, an Iga ninja came running over carrying a bucket of serum.
"We have packed what you want."
"Well, thank you." Qingcheng took the bucket of blood.
"Kiyosumi," Yoshihisa asked, "What do you want this bucket of blood for?"
"You'll know soon." Qingcheng smiled, then carried the bucket of blood to a nearby wall, used his fingers instead of a brush, and the blood in the bucket instead of ink, and began to paint on the smooth wall in front of him.
After a while, Qingcheng put down his blood-stained hands.
"Hmm... not bad." Qingcheng smiled with satisfaction, "Since this is the main camp of the 'Osaka Spring Campaign and Shura Subjugation Operation', then this kind of thing is indeed indispensable."
What Qingcheng had just painted on the wall was a family crest.
A bloody "Taikoutong"...
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Osaka, Shinmachi, Mushroom Flower House——
"Qingju! When I heard you were sick, I was so worried!"
Osaka-cho Magistrate - Okino Kyosuke is now holding a wine glass in one hand and hugging a beautiful woman with the other. His cheeks are slightly flushed due to drinking, and there is an obscene smile on his face.
The woman in his arms was about 20 years old, with outstanding looks. She wore her red and yellow kimono askew, with her belt not tied tightly and her collar hanging loosely.
The bottomless abyss and delicate shoulders are all exposed, revealing a large area of ​​spring light.
This woman is none other than Harukiku, the most popular prostitute at Shinmachi Mushroom House.
Four days ago, after receiving the "Red Letter" from Harukiku, in which he learned that "Harukiku's illness will be cured in four days, and Okino is invited to visit her in the evening of four days later", Okino has been waiting for this day.
For today, Okino specifically did not touch anyone, including his wife, for the past four days, and did not do the "traditional handicrafts" that men do.
After enduring four days that seemed like a lifetime for Okino, he finally saw Harukiku, the woman he had been thinking about all the time.
Ever since he met Harukiku, a happy silly smile has been on Okino's face and has not disappeared for a long time.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Okino." Harukiku, who was embraced by Okino, poured wine for Okino and said in a delicate voice, "I'm sorry to have made you worry."
“Hahahaha.” Okino laughed a few times. “No need to apologize! I’m glad you’re okay! Anyway, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been bedridden for so long.”
"It's not a serious illness, I just caught a cold." Qingju showed a charming smile and squeezed into Chongye's arms. "I thought it was just a cold and I would be fine even without taking medicine, so I didn't go to see a doctor or buy medicine."
"But who knew that the cold would become more and more serious. I had no choice but to call a doctor to treat me. It took a long time to finally get my body back in shape."
"Oh, if I had known this, I should have called a doctor to see me as soon as I caught a cold."
After that, Harukiku squeezed into Okino's arms again.
She was originally held in Chongye's arms.
She kept pushing into Okino's arms, intentionally pushing into his chest.
Okino's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he felt like he was floating in the air.
This is what Okino likes most about Harukiku - she will very proactively do things that make his "blood boil".
Okino couldn't bear it any longer.
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and threw it aside.
"Okay, Qingju, let's stop drinking!"
Okino hugged Harukiku tightly and kissed her hard on the left cheek.
"Master Okino." Harukiku, who was hugged tightly by Okino, put her chin on Okino's right shoulder with a coquettish look on her face, "Why are you so anxious tonight? Let's drink some more wine together."
"Hehehe." Chongye laughed obscenely, "Who made me not see you for such a long time? I missed you so much."
"Okay, let's do it like before. Use your feet..."
Before Okino could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped.
Just now, a sharp pain came from the back of his head.
The pain was so severe that Chongye's eyes widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.
He wanted to scream.
But I found myself unable to scream.
He wanted to touch the back of his head to see what was wrong with it.
But I felt that all my strength was draining away rapidly.
As his strength drained away, Okino felt his vision grow darker and darker...
My consciousness is becoming increasingly hazy...
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"Ugh... this uncle stench... is really unbearable. Doesn't this person usually use tooth powder to clean his teeth?"
After pushing the lifeless Okino in her arms aside, Qingju retched while wiping her left cheek, which had just been kissed by Okino, with her left hand.
At this moment, Qingju no longer looked as charming and amorous as before.
With an expressionless face, he looked at the dead Chongye at his feet with a cold gaze as if he was looking at garbage, holding a thin iron spike that was still dripping with blood in his hand - this was Chongye's current appearance.
Okino's death was quite tragic.
His eyes were wide open, and a strange liquid mixed with blood and brain matter gushed out from the back of his head where Qingju's iron spike had made a hole.
He didn't know how he died until he died.
He didn't know that the person who killed him was the woman he had always loved.
Just now, when being hugged by Okino, Harukiku tried to attract Okino's attention by chatting.
After diverting Okino's attention, Qingju silently pulled out the slender iron spike that she had prepared long ago from her sleeve.
Because Okino and Harukiku were hugging each other tightly, and because Harukiku distracted his attention, Okino did not see Harukiku's series of actions.
After Qingju took out the slender iron spike that she had hidden for a long time... there is no need to describe in detail what happened next.
After taking out the iron spike, Qingju pierced the foramen magnum at the back of Okino's head without any hesitation.
The iron spike pierced deep into Okino's head through the foramen magnum . In order to ensure that Okino would be killed, Qingju carefully "stirred" the iron spike after it was inserted to the deepest point.
The brain is turned into a paste. Such an injury will make people unable to even scream, and will also cause people to die very quickly. Even gods cannot save them.
"The mission to assassinate the Osaka-cho magistrate is accomplished..." Harukiku said softly, "Although using beauty to seduce the enemy is one of our main tasks as female ninjas, it is still very tiring to act in front of such a disgusting uncle..."
Clang.
Qingju threw the iron spike in her hand to the ground, then took off her clothes, walked naked to the closet in the room, and took out a set of black clothes from the closet.
If Ogata and Atachi were present, they would definitely find this black outfit familiar.
They had both seen this outfit on Azhu.
This is Iga's female kunoichi uniform.
Harukiku quickly put on the Iga kunoichi uniform, loosened her hair that was originally tied in a Shimada bun and combed it into a neat ponytail. Then, like an agile bird, she jumped out of the room through the open window.
The room that was bustling just now was now filled with only Okino's body, which was getting colder and colder.
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In Osaka, at the home of a high-ranking official——
"Why...?" A fat man with a fat head and big ears looked at the new concubine in .
The concubine who had always responded to him with a gentle smile was now looking at him with cold eyes as she slowly pulled out the wakizashi that had pierced his vitals.
Similar scenes are happening everywhere in Osaka.
Many high-ranking officials' newly-acquired concubines or newly-hired maids all took out various weapons and used extremely fierce methods to take their lives...
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Osaka, Town Magistrate's Office——
Open 24 hours a day - this kind of thing is impossible in the government of this era.
As soon as it got dark, the Osaka Bugyosho closed and all the officials went back to their homes, leaving only a few petty clerks who were bored and guarding the government office which was no longer occupied.
Normally, the office would be very quiet at this time as no one was working.
But today, the magistrate's office is extremely lively.
A large number of Toyotomi soldiers, holding flintlock rifles, kicked open the door of the Bugyosho in orderly steps and rushed into the Bugyosho.
They shot anyone they saw, regardless of whether they resisted or surrendered.
Now there were only a few minor clerks left in the Bugyosho. In just a moment, there was no living person left in the Bugyosho except the Toyotomi army.
After suppressing the Bugyosho, some Toyotomi soldiers unscrewed bamboo tubes and poured the gasoline in the tubes to various places in the Bugyosho.
All government agencies related to the shogunate were attacked almost at the same time.
Osaka Magistrate's Office, Dojima Rice Market... and Osaka Castle where Matsudaira Sadanobu was located.
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Osaka, Osaka Castle——
——You have only gathered 500 soldiers until now...
Matsudaira Sadanobu frowned as he looked at the report submitted by Osaka Castle Lord Horita Masahiro this afternoon.
After arriving in Osaka, Matsudaira Sadanobu settled down in Osaka Castle and was busy with the affairs of Koyasan.
All the information he currently has points to a terrible conclusion - there may be something wrong with Koyasan at the moment!
If the monks in Koyasan really have some serious intentions, we must prepare early.
So a few days ago, Matsudaira Sadanobu gave a death order to Horita Masahiro - to gather all the troops in Osaka and surrounding areas as quickly as possible.
Although Matsudaira Sadanobu had given such an order, Horida Masahiro still disappointed him - until today, they had barely gathered 500 people.
As far as Matsudaira Sadanobu knew, Osaka and the surrounding areas should be able to gather an army of thousands of people.
In other words, until today, Masahiro Horita has only completed half of his work.
However, despite his disappointment, Matsudaira Sadanobu did not want to blame Hotta Masahiro.
He knew that the poor Osaka castle lord had done his best.
Matsudaira Sadanobu had some idea of ​​how bloated the shogunate officials were and how inefficient they were.
So he didn't want to rebuke Masahiro Hotta.
He just wanted to let out a long sigh at the current corruption of the shogunate.
After throwing the report in his hand aside, Matsudaira Sadanobu stretched out his right thumb and rubbed his frowning brows.
——What time is it now?
Matsudaira Sadanobu turned his head and looked at the dark night sky outside.
——Is it already so late without realizing it?
——I haven’t had dinner yet...Go ask Tachibana to bring something edible.
When Matsudaira Sadanobu was about to shout out to Tachibana—
boom!
boom!
boom!
It exploded suddenly with a roar like thunder falling.
Hearing the roars, Matsudaira Sadanobu's expression suddenly changed.
He was very familiar with this voice.
He had just heard such a sound a while ago during the battle with Red Moon Fortress.
This is the unique roar when the artillery is fired!