Chapter 740： Join our army

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Jinchuan Shrine is quiet, and the torii is far away.

The Torii has two pillars, which are made of wood and painted with red paint, and are built and maintained by believers or companies. It is said that the Torii of Inari Shrine stretches for a few miles. It is relatively simple here, with only a dozen.

Along the way, there was no one along the way. The big trees were silent there. The evening sun was falling through the leaves. The deep pine light passed quietly, hiding behind the trees and looking at the hall.

A group of people gathered in front of the hall, and a ceremony was held, and Matsumatsu Misaki secretly took a few precious photos.

"Kawatake Hiroshi, Nagai Onoji?" Fukatsu Mitsuhiko listened to the introduction, searched, and suddenly changed color: "It really is a big man!"

Then, he watched Pei Ziyun enter the main hall with his own eyes. When Pei Ziyun entered, the main hall was closed and surrounded by people.

"Be sure to get as much information as possible from Shinichi Yamada." This is the only opportunity to get the inside information about Yamada Shinichi exclusively!

As long as you can make shocking news in this operation, you can gain more reputation and more benefits. By that time, what gambling debts, what ministers, all go!

Thinking about it, Fukatsu Matsukari was excited, feeling that he was getting hot all over, and it was even more itchy to watch the door closed, and he looked out behind the tree to look at his brain, and looked around to see if there were other shortcuts to enter the temple.

"Abominable, someone keeps it." After waiting for an hour, the others dispersed, and the dusk was deep, but found that several people stood still, and immediately realized that this road was not feasible, and had to give up the idea.

At this moment, Fukatsu Mitsuhide went to Tudu and found that someone was passing by. So he held on to the idea of ​​trying to see what this person was doing, and Fukatsu Mihatsu quietly followed him again.

Not far from the hall, a man named Qin Sheng brought his son Qin Sheng Wen Shu to a room.

One man, Qin Sheng, has dark skin, thin body, and is not tall, only 1.65 meters, but his eyes are sharp and very energetic. He wears a dark suit, wears a top hat, opens the closet, and only listens to the click , Cracked a channel.

As he walked, Qinsheng man whispered to his son Qinsheng Wenshu, his voice hoarse and slightly sharp: "Listen, Wenshu!"

"The next thing I want to say is very important. You must listen well, and you must not miss any word!"

"From this quiet room, you can reach the main hall and even directly outside the shrine!"

"Now the Imperial Army has arrived, enough to kill Yamada Shinichi!"

"When the Emperor's army killed Shinichi Yamada, you'll get the recognition of the Kawagawa Shrine inside, and you can justify the succession of Kawagawa Shrine and be loyal to the Emperor!"

"Also, you have to remember that when you meet the Emperor Army, you use Meiji as a secret sign." One man, Qin Sheng, patted Qin Sheng Wenshu's shoulder, emphasizing.

"However, I have checked the names of the past generations, not Meiji. What is going on?" Qin Sheng Wenshu asked in amazement.

Serizawa Wenshu inquired about the year numbers throughout Japan, and the memory was very clear. Hearing a year number he had never heard of was naturally very strange.

"You don't need to worry about it !!"

"As long as you know, even Tianjin gods admit this year!" Qin Shengyi said in a command tone. Qinsheng Wenshu was the only son of Qinsheng Yiyang. His eyes were narrow, his nose was tall, and his beard was light. Xiaoxianrou looks like the most attractive samurai in Jinkawa Shrine.

He also wanted to participate in the battle for the heirs of the Chuan Shrine, but Kazuo stopped it, and then the Shichengdu people were controlled by the evil spirit and died.

"Hi" has this example, Qin Sheng Wen Shu bowed his head respectfully and listened. At this moment, there was a mist, and everything around him became gray, and he couldn't see clearly.

Behind the scene, Fukamatsu frowns: "What's going on?"

"Why is there fog in the secret passage?"

Fukatsu Matsushita, turned and looked around, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the stairs. After a while, he disappeared into the mist.

...

The fog gradually dissipated, and Pei Ziyun held the wooden knife tightly and glanced around.

But the fog disappeared, but he noticed a forest. Pei Ziyun found something wrong, looked around, and found that he was now under a mountain.

Looking up, you can see the Xuefeng towering into the sky, looking down, you can see weeds, sporadic human bones and shabby testicles.

"Dead to battle?"

Testicles are the armor of lower-level samurai, made of bamboo and leather, and a few have iron pieces, which can be seen at a glance.

Not far away was a broken and rusty knife.

Facing this scene, Pei Ziyun frowned, and glanced into the distance. It can be seen that there are fireworks not far away, no doubt there must be people, most likely a village.

Pei Ziyun held the wooden knife and walked away. It started smoothly, and he could see the farmland and other artificial objects, but the closer he was, the more quiet he was. Waiting to walk to the village, no one was found.

"It's too quiet." Pei Ziyun walked into the village and found that the street was empty. Occasional slate was covered with a thick layer of ash, and there was no one.

Pei Ziyun did not hesitate, pushed to the nearest room, and entered the house to check.

The house was empty, some were just a dilapidated wooden bed, and a perforated iron sickle hung on the wall.

"The style is a bit old!" Pei Ziyun continued to look at the house. After careful inspection, he was surprised to find that it seems to be Japan in the Cold Weapon Age.

In the corner of this house, you find a Japanese sword that has not been completely corroded. This Japanese sword is actually slightly different from modern times.

"Although Japanese knives may also be collectibles, you can see that houses, furniture, and beds are like at least a century ago."

Pei Ziyun turned it over again, and did not find anything of value, and came out in the house.

"Well, that's not right." After a few steps, Pei Ziyun's eyes swept away, staring at one place, and touching it on the wall not far away.

"It's a bullet mark." Pei Ziyun took a few more steps and reached out to take out a worn-out, rough-pointed bullet. This simple bullet was owned by the original rifle.

Pei Ziyun took a few steps forward, turned around a street corner, and saw several knives, a rifle, and a flag full of caves, but no corpse.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ziyun frowned: "Although it looks old, it feels fresh."

Pei Ziyun's body suddenly jumped up, her steps were flying, and she headed towards the distant hills. When she met a boulder along the way, she just skipped and approached quickly.

...

"It's a corridor, this long way is so long?" Shen Song Guangxi was confused and surrounded by darkness, and he could only hear his own breathing. Looking around, I felt incredible, and felt that I was in a bad situation.

But after walking for a while, there was finally a ray of light in the distance, and it soon expanded, and then I saw a corridor. The deep loose light and the dark breath sighed and rushed up.

As soon as I rushed up, my eyes lit up. At the end of the steps, there was a rockery, and then I saw an eaves, a little further away from the style of the temple, but it looked very large, three times more than normal.

"No one!" Mitsumatsu Mishimura didn't dare to walk around because she didn't know where she was now, and if she was found wrong by someone else, it would be awful.

Shen Songguangxi walked quietly for a few steps, with a tense contraction, and a voice came not far away, but this was the first voice he heard here, without hesitation, immediately peeking over his head.

Just looking at it, I saw a little farther away, a young boy arrived, and the voice came out because he ran to the ground-this is Pei Ziyun!

"I found it, Yamada Shinichi is here."

"But where exactly is this? Is it Houshan? Do you have such a large Houyama space in Chuanjinja Shrine?" Mitsumatsu Mitsumatsu didn't even want to understand, and then he heard "Boom!", Suddenly, a vacant lot of gush came out Soldiers surrounded him.

"What is this?" At the beginning, Matsushita thought he was a policeman, and then found out that the soldiers in front of him were wearing green jackets and dark blue uniforms, while officers had dark blue collars with single-row copper buttons, and military uniforms had golden mountains on their sleeves. Type silk thread.

"This military uniform has never been seen."

"Also, the weapon you took ... seems old."

Pei Ziyun turned around and faced the army. At first glance, he knew that it was a fallen curtain army. But looking closely at this army's dress and weapons, it felt wrong: "No, the other party is the Meiji Army!"

"This world's curtain army is not as formal!"

But in this world, there is no Meiji year.

At the end of the shogunate in some time and space, Japan appeared the so-called high-class merchants, innovators in the lower ranks of warriors, and lofty princes from high-class merchants, united the southwestern strong lords and royal ministers who had conflicts with the shogunate, proposed the slogan of respecting the king, but ultimately failed ~ www. novelhall.com ~ The Wang Yiyi movement failed, and many people of insight realized that in order to change the status quo of Japan and achieve prosperity and strength in the country, the shogunate must be overthrown, so the King Yiyi movement evolved into a downside movement, and the struggle became fierce, repeated several times. , Even by luck, successfully unified!

But in this world, no such thing happened in Japan, the Meiji Restoration did not exist at all, and the regular army did not exist!

A variety of clothes and weapons are the proper posture of the curtain army!

"Aim, prepare!" Pei Ziyun thought, only listening to a command, the front row kneeled down to aim, the back row stood to aim, and the last row was prepared, with hundreds of black and quiet muzzles facing Pei Ziyun.

At this time, a man who looked like Dasao came out. He was not tall, but his expression was quiet and resolute. He shouted, "Yamada Shinichi, you are an excellent samurai!"

"But even if you are a samurai, in this case, there is only a dead end."

"However, I read that you are still young, and I will give you a chance to immediately loyal to the Emperor, join our army, and set aside the wrong history anyway!"