Murakami sat on the lowest deck of the cabin with his katana in his arms, his body swaying back and forth with the large ship.

As the coast of Vietnam got closer and closer, the waves grew stronger, which made it difficult for the samurai, who rarely trained on ships. A samurai ten meters away from Murakami couldn't control himself and spit out.

Fortunately, this samurai didn't eat anything at all in the past few days, just retched some gastric juice and didn't cause a large area of contamination in the cabin.

Hundreds of samurai were already very embarrassed to be crammed into the bottom bilge of the ship, and the samurai's vomit made the atmosphere in the bilge even more oppressive.

Hearing the movement of the cabin, a Japanese woman with a headscarf wrapped around her head trotted down with half a bucket of water. She fell to her knees and quickly wiped the floor with a rag, quickly wiping the vomit off the deck.

The woman said in Japanese, "I'm so embarrassed. So he took the bucket and went down.

Murakami looked at the Japanese woman's back and took a long breath.

A tall samurai next to Murakami Naishin patted Murakami on the head with his hand and scolded loudly: "Stupid, what are you thinking? ”

Murakami said, "Kobayakawa-kun, I'm thinking that such a good Japanese woman actually married a Han sailor and cleaned up on the ship. ”

The samurai known as Kobayakawa frowned, and slapped Murakami Noshin on the head with his hand again.

"Stupid, you are also a native of the Ming Kingdom now, and you are also a warrior of the Ming Kingdom, don't you understand?"

Kobayakawa said loudly: "The emperor is dead, and we are all from the Ming Kingdom!" We will live as warriors of the Ming Kingdom in the future and fight all over the world, don't you understand? ”

Hearing Kobayakawa's scolding, half of the samurai in the bilge looked over.

Everyone looked at Kobayakawa, who was quite prestigious in the bilge, with wide eyes.

Kobayakawa glanced at the samurai around him and said loudly, "The emperor is dead, and our lord is all gone. We have surrendered, and in the future, we can only fight as a warrior of the Ming Kingdom, as a warrior of one town and nine provinces. Murakami! You have to understand that. ”

"It is also normal for a Japanese woman to marry a sailor of the Ming Kingdom. The sailors on this ship have nine taels of money a month, and they live in abundance, far more affluent than us samurai..."

Before Kobayakawa could finish speaking, a man's sobbing voice came from the corner. I don't know who is secretly crying in the corner of the crowded bilge, and it sounds very oppressive.

Murakami was a little distracted, he sat on the board of the boat blankly, and suddenly shed a tear.

Kobayakawa looked at the samurai around him and frowned.

Suddenly, there was a flurry of whistles from a distance, and then from the top of the ship on which Kobayakawa was located. The steamer began to turn.

A Han Chinese man wearing a silk crewneck stepped down from the upper deck.

Seeing this scribe, all the more clever samurai in the cabin stood up and stretched out their right hands to salute the scribe. Kobayakawa also stood up, and he pulled Murakami up and saluted the scribe with Murakami Mingxin.

Finally all the samurai stood up.

The scribe glanced around the samurai in the bilge.

"It's time to get to Vietnam, so let's get ready to go ashore. I went ashore and lined up in front of Berth 4 to meet my orders. ”

The samurai bowed their heads in unison and shouted, "お! ”

“お！”

Kobayakawa was very respectful to this Han official, and shouted loudly in honorifics: "分かった! ”

Seeing that the warriors had promised him, the Han Wen official nodded and walked back to the upper deck.

Kobayakawa breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the deck.

Murakami's name continued to stand in a distraction, and there was no reaction for a long time.

Kobayakawa pulled Murakami to the deck and scolded, "Murakami, you look like this, sooner or later, the reputation of our Mutsu samurai will be ruined." ”

Murakami glanced at Kobayakawa and said, "The Han people treat us badly and let us squeeze in this bilge." They don't treat us like samurai at all. ”

Kobayakawa scolded loudly: "Murakami Nanobu, how many times do you have to say it before you understand that General Tokugawa is dead, and the Date family, to whom we are allegiated, has also perished. Our current master family is His Royal Highness the King of Qi in one town and nine provinces. Our superior samurai... Our superior is Ning Lan Ho, a second-class clerk of the Vietnamese Military Administrative Region. ”

"Don't say that Lord Ning asked us to squeeze the bilge, even if he asked us to commit suicide immediately, we can't be the slightest bit lazy. This is our duty as subordinates, and it is also our duty as samurai. ”

Murakami asked, "What are we doing in Vietnam?" ”

Kobayakawa said coldly: "I don't know. ”

Murakami thought for a moment and said, "I saw a boat at Sendai Pier that contained a lot of samurai corpses. I heard the sticks on the dock say that they were all Mutsu samurai who had died in Burma. ”

"I heard that the king of Qi fought against the Indians in Burma and killed many warriors."

"King Qi did not equip the Japanese samurai with the most advanced weapons at all, and the other Han soldiers had handcuffs, but the samurai did not. The samurai rushed to the battlefield and fired a single shot, and they could only fight with the tall Central Asian warriors with their katanas. ”

When Kobayakawa heard this, he glared angrily at Murakami Nanobu.

Murakami Mingxin ignored Kobayakawa's attitude and continued: "His Royal Highness King Qi of one town and nine provinces won't let us go to Vietnam to die, right? ”

Kobayakawa was furious when he heard this, he suddenly roared, pounced on Murakami's body, raised his fist and hit Murakami's head.

Murakami Nonobu is not a vegetarian either, he took a few punches on the deck, and threw himself so hard that he threw Kobayakawa off. He and Kobayakawa scuffled violently and rolled back and forth on the deck.

The other samurai on the ship were dumbfounded, watching the fierce fight between the two, but none of them went up to fight.

After a long time, in the end, Kobayakawa had more strength, and he finally controlled the struggling Murakami Nanobu.

The left side of his face was swollen by Murakami's name, and his right hand pressed Murakami's face, pressed his opponent to the deck, and yelled: "Murakami waste, don't you understand? Japan is dead, and we, the samurai who surrendered, can only be disposed of by the Han at will. Now that we have been drafted and they have us charged, we must throw our lives away. They let us die, and we can't blink. ”

"This is the fate of us samurai. We were born to exist for war, and now we can only gain a little space to survive if we prove to the Han Chinese that we are useful with our greatest loyalty! ”

"Coward Murakami, don't you understand?"

Murakami Nanobu listened to Kobayakawa's roar, his face was pale and speechless.

One by one, the other samurai in the bilge bowed their heads.

For a long, long time, no one made a sound.