Pyongyang.

It's just sunny after the snow.

"This damn weather!"

Kuroda Nagamasa stayed in the hill behind Ma Xue, looking at the city of Pyongyang, which was being bombarded.

They have just begun attacking the city.

Although this city left unforgettable memories for the Japanese army, it had nothing to do with the Kuroda family and he did not participate in the Battle of Pyongyang.

They did not expect Cha Dashou to attack, so after relying on the Spanish artillery team to kill Cha Dashou, Maori Huiyuan, who was commanding the front line, immediately ordered the troops to go north quickly, hoping to take advantage of Cha Dashou's death to take down Pyongyang, which they believed that the defense would inevitably be weakened. As long as they took down Pyongyang City, they could safely resolve the sporadic resistance of the Koreans in the rear and quickly stabilize the occupied areas...

Mainly divided.

After all, everyone is here to work hard for the territory.

The last Eight Dao Kingdom ceded was invalid, so a new division became a must.

"The collapse of the Southern Barbarians is indeed powerful!"

His confidant, Samurai Mu, was amazed at the power of the Spanish nine-pound cannon.

The latter's artillery team made great contributions in this war...

It can even break the city wall.

The poor Korean city walls could not even hold up the nine-pound cannon.

"Nanban!"

Kuroda Nagamasa smiled slightly.

Nanman is his friend...

He has been officially baptized.

If you believe in the Southern Barbarians, you will get guns and cannons.

The famous people in the southwest do this. Governor Konishi is a veteran of this. Mitsunari Ishida now adopts a kind attitude towards the Southern Barbarians for this reason, which has caused the Southern Barbarians to be everywhere on Kyushu Island. Kuroda Nagamasato took the opportunity to be baptized, and then got weapons from the Southern Barbarians. They also use missionaries to rule the people. After all, these days, there are troublemakers everywhere, and smart people must learn to use all the means they can be used.

You can't just rely on killing.

We must be kind and powerful!

"Walk!"

He said.

He then turned around and headed north.

Behind him, the twenty-four horses of Kuroda followed Daming together with more than two hundred cavalrymen.

They have completed their encirclement of Pyongyang.

His task was to guard the north. Because he had been familiar with the situation in North Korea for a long time, they did not think that the Ming army would go south in this season. It was really too cold. They would not go north in this season. Pyongyang was the limit they could bear. Before the Spaniards broke open the city wall, Kuroda Nagamasa's task was to guard and inspect the north. After all, there were not only Pyongyang in the North Korean territory. In addition, there were Jurchens who were the people of the Ming Dynasty in the western mountainous areas.

Lord Daming took his elite flag-born warriors, wearing the latest style of Nanman body, proudly patrolling the Korean land behind the snow with his elite flag-born warriors.

Because the surrounding population has entered the city, all that is left is a burnt village.

The defenders burned themselves.

“What a wonderful land!”

He sighed at the white forest and fields ahead.

Then……

A strange sound suddenly came.

He widened his eyes in confusion and looked at the white in front of him. There seemed to be something there, but there seemed to be nothing. In short, it was just a piece of white, but there was a strange thing inside the white...

"Nani?"

He said blankly.

He finally saw it clearly.

It was a group of horses, but they were all white horses, so he didn't see clearly at the beginning, and there was a carriage behind the group of white horses. The strange sound was that the carriage was crushing the snow, but for some reason it was the sound of steel and stone colliding, just as if the wheels of the carriage were iron.

There is nothing else.

Just this lonely carriage.

And there was only one person driving in the carriage.

He seemed to have not seen the Japanese cavalry here continue to come here.

"Lord, I'll take him!"

My mother's friend Xin said.

Kuroda Nagamasa waved his hand, just watching the arrival of the carriage.

The carriage went all the way to them.

The one who drove was a towering man, wearing a white fur, like a nobleman, and looking at them with a smile...

"Hello, I want to go to Pyongyang, but I don't know where it is. Can you tell me?"

He asked with a smile in Korean.

Mother Rio Toshino, who is also familiar with Korean dialect, looked at each other and other samurai.

Then they burst into laughter.

Even Kuroda Nagamasa smiled.

Obviously this is a fool, or is there anyone in North Korea who doesn’t know the children of the outside world. They are stupid at home and don’t know what they mean. It’s not surprising that most of the children of North Korea are such waste who know nothing except studying, otherwise they would not have been beaten twice by them.

"If you kill him, whoever attacks Pyongyang first will reward these horses to whom!"

Kuroda Nagamasa said with a smile.

The mother, Youxin, was the first to jump off the war horse, pulled out his samurai sword, and then walked towards the fool.

The latter looked down at him in confusion.

My mother, Youxin, jumped into the carriage and slashed at him with a casual knife.

Kuroda Nagamasa from behind looked at him with a smile.

However, my mother's friend suddenly stopped moving.

Kuroda Nagamasa frowned, then screamed in surprise, and pulled out the knife without hesitation, because Mother Tomoto was rising, while the man who was sitting was standing up. His hand had already pinched Mother Tomoto's neck, and he raised it with one hand...

"I'm curious, what do you want to do?"

He held his mother Tomoto Shin with one hand and then looked at Kuroda Nagamasa and others and said.

My mother, Youxin, kicked her legs straight in his hands.

The warrior shouted recently and stabbed straight with a spear, but the next moment, the body of his mother, Tomohiko, flew out and hit his head. The warrior's neck was twisted strangely, and then the two fell off their horses together. The awakened warrior shouted and rushed forward, stabbing the man with long spears in his hands. Kuroda Nagamasa backed back with a gloomy face, and at the same time pulled out the wheel ignition short gun he bought with a large sum of money, and then took the key and started winding the strings.

But his movement was not completed because he froze after just a little while.

The man had jumped out of the carriage, then raised his hand and grabbed a warrior. Before the latter could counterattack, he pulled it off from the horse and swung it immediately. He slapped it on another warrior. Before the latter could land, he kicked it away...

"Lord, retreat quickly, this is a demon!"

A warrior shouted in horror.

"Demon, he is a demon again, why do you all call me a demon?"

The man said in Japanese.

While he was talking, he held a warrior in one hand like a violent King Kong, and took pictures of the besieged warriors.

Because the latter was short and was not much taller than him on a horse, the warriors he regarded as weapons almost all shot on their heads. Even Japanese warriors, plus their armor, weighed nearly 100 kilograms, and the neck was broken when they were shot. Poor Kuroda Nagamasa, holding his short gun, stood there in amazement and watching his violent battle, watching his most loyal samurai being shot one by one by one.

They are indeed very loyal.

Even so, they were still attacking bravely.

They stabbed with their spears, slashed with their samurai swords, and even took out bows and arrows. In short, they jumped up and down like a group of monkeys surrounding silver-backed gorillas, and were then slapped on the ground one by one.

Soon the corpses of the two warriors were already in ruins, and then this demon-like man grabbed two more...

Those are two brave warriors!

They once followed the Kuroda family to fight in the south and north, and were invincible. Then they were grabbed by him like he caught two chickens and swung them up and beat them up.

As he slapped, the screams of these warriors kept ringing.

But it was gone soon.

Kuroda Nagamasa finally woke up at this time. All his courage disappeared and he turned around and ran away in horror without hesitation.

Then his remaining flag-born warriors also protected him and ran away.

but……

Only then did they realize that there were countless Jurchen cavalry ahead of them, who quickly lined up on their retreat, aiming at each with bows and arrows, but no one shot the arrows. The leader, who seemed to be obviously related to Tadaoyi of Konishi, was holding a spear and smiling at them...
To be continued...