The rise of the poor

Chapter 2135: Brother Haifeng, please help me

"Brother Otomo, what should we do next? Do you have any good ideas?" Mao Haifeng asked Otomo Sadakawa.

"Next, it's time for me to commit seppuku to apologize." Otomo Sadakawa said, taking out a short sword from his waist, handing it to Mao Haifeng with both hands, bowing and saying, "Brother Haifeng, please be my apologist."

"Huh?" Mao Haifeng was stunned.

"When the time comes, please cut off my head, Brother Haifeng. If possible, please transport my body back to Matsuura and bury it under the cherry blossom trees in my hometown. My Sachiko, please forgive me for not being able to grow old with you. Alas, it's a pity that I am unlucky in literary talent and cannot leave behind a farewell poem in remembrance."

As he spoke, Otomo Sadakawa drew out his Japanese sword and slowly and firmly stabbed his own abdomen.

"Fuck, Brother Dayou, what are you doing? If Zhu Ping'an knew about this, he would wake up laughing in his dreams!"

Mao Haifeng silently knocked the Japanese sword out of Otomo Sadakawa's hand with a palm, and it stuck into the tree trunk next to him.

"Brother Haifeng, what are you doing?" Otomo Sadakawa looked at Mao Haifeng helplessly.

"I am the commander of today's battle. Brother Otomo, you committed seppuku to apologize. Shouldn't I be the one who should commit seppuku even more?"

Mao Haifeng looked at Otomo Sadakawa with burning gaze.

"No, Brother Haifeng's command was fine. It was me, as the deputy, who was good at firearms, who failed to notice the danger of the Zhejiang Army's firearms and failed to remind Brother Haifeng in time. Today's defeat is my fault."

Otomo Sadakawa said with a look of shame on his face.

"Brother Dayou, although disembowelment can be an apology, enduring humiliation and taking revenge is a true man! Are you going to go to see your Sunshine God with this shame?! If you are a man, leave your head and find Zhu Ping'an to wash away today's shame with blood! In the afterlife, you will be able to hold your chest high and face your ancestors!"

Mao Haifeng taught.

"Yoshi! Brother Haifeng's words are really enlightening. I was wrong! Brother Haifeng taught me a lesson. I cannot go to see Aunt Rizhao with shame! Then I will learn from Cao Cao, cut off my hair instead of my head, keep my body in disgrace, remember today's shame, work hard, and one day I will ask Zhu Ping'an to pay me back a hundred or a thousand times, to repay the King Hui for his kindness."

Otomo Sadakawa looked as if he had learned something. He solemnly cut off a strand of hair with a knife and placed it on his chest.

"That's it." Mao Haifeng patted Otomo Sadakawa's shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Brother Haifeng, for your teachings." Otomo Sadakawa bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"No need to thank me, we are of the same blood, it's nothing to mention." Mao Haifeng waved his hand, "But, now, how should we deal with it?"

"The Zhejiang Army has won a great victory and has the advantage of firearms. We have suffered a crushing defeat and only have 4,000 defeated soldiers. We are truly unable to compete with them." Otomo Sadakawa looked unwilling but had to sigh.

Although they didn't want to admit it, they were indeed no match for the Zhejiang Army.

At this point, Otomo Sadakawa changed the subject and continued, "However, the army of King Hui is about to arrive. We can be defeated, but we cannot be defeated completely or collapse. Otherwise, our status will be lost in the future. If our status is lost, we will have no chance to seek revenge on Zhu Ping'an in the future."

"Brother Dayou, what do you think?" Mao Haifeng asked.

Otomo Sadakawa said slowly, "Zhu Ping'an has set up camp on the other side of the river. There is only one wooden bridge on the river, which can only accommodate one ox cart. If the Zhejiang Army wants to cross the river, whether it is crossing the bridge or building a floating bridge, it will definitely take a long time. However, this time is enough for us to respond to the situation in a timely manner, whether it is to prevent them from crossing the river or to retreat in time. Therefore, we can be bold."

Mao Haifeng's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Brother Dayou, I think I understand what you mean. You mean we should set up camp here, raise the flag, confront the Zhejiang Army, gather the defeated soldiers, and restore our strength."

Otomo Sadakawa nodded vigorously and said slowly, "Brother Haifeng is right. That's right. In this way, when Prince Hui comes, he will see that we are still confronting the Zhejiang Army. Our camp is still there. Although we have lost a lot of soldiers and we have been defeated, we are still fighting and can still fight. You know, the battlefield is blind, victory and defeat are common in the military, and failure is the mother of success."

At this point, Otomo Sadakawa paused, and then continued, "We now have more than 4,000 defeated soldiers. As long as we set up camp, raise the flag, and send people to search and gather the defeated soldiers, I believe we can gather another 1,000 or 2,000. In this way, we will have about 6,000 troops, and we will be able to fight Zhu Ping'an."

"Yes, we have 6,000 soldiers on hand, and a camp to confront Zhu Ping'an. We can report to our foster father. This is much better than being defeated and falling apart."

Mao Haifeng nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, his eyes inadvertently swept across the Zhejiang Army camp on the other side of the river, and then he became emo and muttered to himself, "Six thousand troops."

"Haha, six thousand troops." Mao Haifeng said again in a low voice, the resentment and frustration on his face difficult to control.

Looking back to yesterday, they had 14,000 soldiers, with flags waving, people shouting and horses neighing, it was such a spectacular sight.

At that time, he was so full of vigor and vitality. He was not thinking about finding a nest for the 6,000 defeated soldiers so that he could explain to his adoptive father. What he wanted to do was to capture Zhu Ping'an, who was once the top scholar of the Ming Dynasty, the governor of Zhejiang Province, the nemesis of Japanese pirates and many other titles, alive and present him to his adoptive father, King Hui.

What the hell is this Wenquxing descending to earth, what the hell is this bullshit number one scholar, what the hell is this bullshit youngest provincial governor of the Ming Dynasty, what the hell is this bullshit Zhu Ping'an, you thought you could write some sour Confucian essays, you thought you could judge a few cases, you thought you won a few battles like Xu Hai, and you are so awesome, that you actually led 8,000 Zhejiang troops, and challenged your adoptive father, Prince Hui, with great fanfare, openly and without any concealment!

You must have become stupid from writing so many eight-legged essays!

You really don't take Prince Hui seriously, and you really don't take us under Prince Hui's command seriously!

However, who could have imagined that within one day, the troops that ambushed Zhu Ping'an were ambushed by Zhu Ping'an, and then they suffered a disastrous defeat in the field battle. Even Mao Haifeng himself was almost captured alive by the Zhejiang Army.

In one day, they lost eight thousand soldiers, and now there are only four thousand soldiers left, and all the food and supplies have been lost.

Now his idea has been reduced from capturing Zhu Ping'an alive to setting up camp, raising the flag, and gathering more than a thousand defeated soldiers so that the total force reaches 6,000. Only in this way can he report to his adoptive father, King Hui.

Ugh!

Zhu Pingan! Zhu Pingan!

I, Mao Haifeng, will definitely avenge today's vengeance! (End of this chapter)