bookcurios Chapter 138: The Final Battle for Mount Fuji
Chapter 138: The Final Battle for Mount Fuji
"Exactly!"
The counselor confirmed his guess, "When the Seventh Prince returns with a great victory, it will be the time when the Seventh Prince's troops are weak and his reputation is at its peak. That's when it will begin!"
"Can……"
Chu Qi hesitated, "Why would father do this? There is no conflict between me and the Seventh Brother, and the situation in the court is relatively stable."
"The Third Prince,"
The counselor looked at him with a look of disappointment, "Why don't you understand? There is no such thing as a father-son relationship in this world. What exists is just a naked struggle for interests!"
"Think about it. You are not competing with the Seventh Prince now, but can you guarantee that your good brothers are as 'sensible' as you are?"
"They are not taking any action now, just because Chu Yang is heading to Japan, and they don't want to be blamed."
Chu Qi was suddenly speechless, he knew that what the counselor said was true.
The second prince Chu Hai, the fourth prince Chu He, the sixth prince Jiang... Which one of them is not ambitious and eyeing the dragon throne covetously?
"Then according to your opinion, how should I deal with myself?"
Chu Qi took a deep breath. He knew that he had to make plans early.
"There is no need to panic, Third Prince."
A sly look flashed in the counselor's eyes. "Now we need to fully support Chu Yang in defeating Dongying, do all the logistical work, and greet him in person when he returns."
"In this way, we can also claim to have conquered Japan. As for the fate of the Seventh Prince, we cannot interfere."
"If the Seventh Prince can stabilize the situation, we will be the heroes who defeated Japan. If the Seventh Prince is gone, we can also use this title to march to the Central Plains..."
The counselor's voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared in Chu Qi's ears.
Chu Qi sat there, brows furrowed, lost in thought.
He understood that a bigger storm was about to come, and he had been involuntarily drawn into this vortex.
"Okay, then I will ask Qiongzhou, Nanling City and Shuiyun Island to urgently prepare food, wages and weapons, and do everything possible to support Chu Yang."
"If it doesn't work, I can go and take a look. I must have a piece of the action if I destroy Japan!"
As he spoke, Chu Qi closed his eyes and thought, obviously feeling a little heartbroken, but as to what it was, even he, who was so cruel and vicious, couldn't figure it out!
Or rather, I don’t want to think it through!
at the same time.
Mount Fuji, a towering mountain, is like a giant sword piercing the sky. The mountain is steep and easy to defend but difficult to attack.
At this moment, Chu Yang's 30,000-strong army, like a long black dragon, quietly appeared at the foot of Mount Fuji.
They abandoned the army led by Huo Qubing and moved through the dense forest like ghosts without alarming any sentries.
"Your Highness, Mount Fushi is in a dangerous position. There is only one way to get up the mountain. Do we need to..."
A personal soldier pointed at the steep mountain path in the distance and asked cautiously.
Chu Yang sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "No need, pass the order, kill them directly! Remember, I don't want prisoners of war, I will not spare anyone I see!"
"Yes!" The personal soldier was startled and hurried down to pass on the order.
"Your Highness, the scouts report that there are only 30,000 defenders and 100,000 militiamen on Mount Fushi. The rest have gone to support Oda's message." Another personal soldier knelt on one knee and reported with a fist clasped.
"Hahaha, God helped me!"
Chu Yang laughed loudly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Pass the order, kill them! We must take Fushishan at all costs! After we take Fushishan, all the gold, silver and jewelry we have robbed from the Sea Dragon warship will be divided equally!"
"If anyone kills a general, he will be rewarded with a boat full of jewels. If anyone captures a stronghold, he will be made a marquis with ten thousand households and rewarded with a thousand acres of good farmland!"
"If you are the first to conquer Mount Fushi, you will be crowned the King of Qiongzhou! You will live with me and enjoy the king's food and sleep!"
Chu Yang's voice was like thunder, echoing in the valley. The morale of the 30,000 soldiers was immediately boosted, and they shouted and killed in a deafening manner.
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing shook the earth, and the 30,000-strong army launched a fierce attack on Mount Fuji like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Mount Fuji.
The defending general Ichiro Yamamoto was drinking and eating meat when he suddenly heard shouting and killing from the bottom of the mountain. His face suddenly changed.
"What's going on? Where did the army come from?"
Ichiro Yamamoto stood up suddenly, grabbed the messenger beside him and roared.
"Report, report to the general, a large number of troops suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain and are heading towards the mountain!"
The messenger trembled with fear and stammered.
"What? A large army?" Yamamoto Ichiro was furious when he heard this. "How many people are there? Which direction are they coming from?"
"General, there are a lot of them, at least 30,000, and they are coming from the south!"
"What? Thirty thousand?"
Yamamoto Ichiro's face darkened, and he thought to himself, "Could it be the reinforcements from the Great Zhou? Impossible, the reinforcements from the Great Zhou are near Kyushu Island and the capital, how could they arrive so quickly?"
"Come on, follow me and take a look!"
Ichiro Yamamoto did not dare to delay and hurriedly rushed to the city wall with a team of personal soldiers.
Come to the city wall.
Ichiro Yamamoto looked up and saw a dark mass of troops at the foot of the mountain, charging towards the mountain. He was immediately frightened out of his wits.
"Why are there so many enemies?"
Ichiro Yamamoto's face turned pale and he muttered to himself.
"General, what should we do now?"
The personal guards nearby were also frightened upon seeing this and asked hurriedly.
"What else can we do? Kill them all! We will defend Mount Fuji until the death!"
Ichiro Yamamoto came to his senses, drew the samurai sword from his waist, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"kill!"
Although the defenders on Mount Fuji were small in number, they had the advantage of geographical position and relied on the dangerous terrain to fight desperately.
For a moment, the sky was shaken by shouts of killing, swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the entire Mount Fuji turned into a hell on earth.
Chu Yang led the charge, holding a spear, and led a team of personal soldiers, rushing to the front like a flash of lightning.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Chu Yang roared, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea, instantly piercing the chests of several defenders. Blood splattered, dyeing the ground red.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Every roar of Chu Yang seemed to come from the Netherworld, which frightened these Japanese pirates.
They had never seen such a fierce army, let alone such a brave general.
In their eyes, Chu Yang seemed not to be a human being, but a killing god, reaping their lives.
"Your Highness is so brave! Kill all these pirates!"
The soldiers became braver and braver as the battle went on, and their morale was high.
Just like that, Chu Yang, under the protection of his personal soldiers, stood alone against the enemy and forcibly tore a hole in the Japanese army.
at the same time.
Zhao Yun was like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
The bright silver spear in his hand was as fast as lightning and extremely accurate, and every strike was aimed at the enemy's vital points.
His figure was erratic, moving freely among the enemy troops, leaving behind corpses wherever he passed.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Zhao Yun roared, and with one move he swept through the enemy troops, killing all the dozen or so Japanese pirates in front of him.
The blood dyed the ground red and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"This, how is this possible?!"
Ichiro Yamamoto stood on the city wall and witnessed it all, he was stunned with horror.
He had never seen such a horrific battle scene, nor had he ever seen such a brave general.
"General, what should we do?"
The warrior next to him was trembling with fear and asked in a trembling voice.
Ichiro Yamamoto's face was pale and his lips were trembling, but he couldn't speak.
He knew in his heart that they had already lost the battle, and lost miserably.