We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chapter 693 Rain Curtain

The cold raindrops hit Li Che's helmet, making a fine crackling sound, and slid down the armor plates in a stream.

Li Che's expression remained as calm as before, but as he looked at the vague Japanese front in the distance, a hint of imperceptible doubt flashed across his eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Haibu Zongzhen gave up the advantage of the strong city, went out of the city to line up to welcome the Fengtian Army, and even used the lives of his trusted generals to delay time.

I was still wondering what he was waiting for. It turned out to be the rain.

For a musket that relies on flint to fire, rain is a natural enemy.

Rainwater will soak the gunpowder, rendering the sophisticated flint ignition mechanism ineffective. Even the most sophisticated musket will become a fire stick in a rainstorm.

Without the continuous fire suppression, the Fengtian Army's combat effectiveness was reduced by at least 50%.

The Japanese army, which had an absolute advantage in numbers, could use the close combat human wave tactics to drag the Fengtian Army into a meat grinder war where they had a greater advantage.

"He's decisive and ruthless enough," Li Che thought to himself, "But...how could he be so sure it would rain today? And how could he have such a precise timing?"

His intuition told him that there must be something fishy going on.

Li Che's gaze penetrated the increasingly dense rain curtain and went deep into the rear of the Japanese army.

The witches in plain white dresses finally stopped their strange dance and stood quietly in the heavy rain.

The rain soaked their thin clothes, outlining their graceful and forbidden curves.

However, none of the surrounding Japanese soldiers, whether foot soldiers or samurai, dared to look at them.

There was only fear and fanaticism on their faces, as if those witches standing quietly in the rain were not human beings, but messengers communicating with the gods, the incarnations of the gods who brought this miracle.

The leading witch raised her head slightly, letting the cold rain wash over her pale face.

The next second, she closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the rain.

The witch took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Her tense body seemed to finally relax at this moment.

Only she herself knew that the so-called ritual of communicating with the gods was nothing more than a thrilling gamble.

She doesn't understand witchcraft, and can't communicate with any gods.

Being able to survive in this position and gain the trust of a hero like Kaibu Munemasa requires something far more tangible than the illusory divine power.

A keen observer of celestial phenomena, an accurate understanding of human hearts, and a clever mouth that can package speculations into oracles.

Whether it is the Japanese shrine maiden, the Eastern alchemist, or the Western witch, almost everyone in these ancient supernatural professions is an extremely powerful psychologist and meteorologist.

After observing the changes in cloud cover, wind direction and humidity for several days, the witch determined that there was a high probability of heavy rain today.

As for when the rain would fall or how heavy it would be, she had no idea.

The ceremony could only be postponed again and again, praying that the gods would bless her and let the rain fall within the time she promised.

Fortunately, God did not abandon me.

It is conceivable that this timely help not only saved her life, but also pushed her status in the Japanese army to an unprecedented height.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor, long live Amaterasu!"

“Onboard!!!”

"Kill all the Feng invaders!"

"God bless Japan!"

The deafening and crazy roar brought the witch's thoughts back to reality.

Witnessing the miracle, the Japanese army went into a frenzy.

The Japanese soldiers saw hope of a comeback, and the Fengtian Army's muskets, which were like the fire of hell, misfired. The balance of victory seemed to have tilted towards them again at this moment.

"Hahahaha-"

Kaibu Munemasa even drew the katana from his waist, pointed it at the sky, and laughed hysterically.

The rain washed away his hideous and distorted face, and also washed away the fear in his heart.

"God bless Japan! God bless the Kaibe family!"

He roared with all his might at the Japanese soldiers below who were unable to raise their heads due to the Fengtian Army's muskets:

"Men of Japan, the rain blessed by the gods has arrived, and the enemy's muskets are useless!"

"All troops, move forward! Load up!!!"

Driven frantically by warriors at all levels, the Japanese army, which had been suppressed by muskets and could not raise their heads, broke out with the ferocity hidden in their bones.

Howling, they stepped on the mud and the corpses of their companions and charged towards the Fengtian Army's musket line.

In front of the Fengtian Army.

The well-trained Fengtian Army did not panic because of the failure of the muskets. Amid the sound of passionate drumbeats, the musketeers in the front quickly put away their weapons and retreated in an orderly manner under the cover of the infantry phalanx.

But in the eyes of Kaibu Munemasa, he only saw the Fengtian Army retreating. The Japanese soldiers finally broke through the suffocating barrage of bullets and rushed towards the enemy's infantry line like a tide.

For a moment, the ecstasy in my heart was hard to suppress.

He swiftly jumped onto his horse, ready to personally lead his warriors to deal a fatal blow to the Fengtian army and chop off the head of the Fengtian King with his own hands!

"Gentlemen! Follow me..."

The bold words have just come out.

Boom——

A deafening roar erupted in the rear of the Japanese army.

The warhorse under Haibu Zongzhen's crotch was frightened, suddenly stood up and let out a shrill neigh.

Haibu Munemasa was caught off guard and was almost thrown off his horse.

He pulled the reins in shock, wondering, "Hiss... what a loud thunder..."

However, this thought had just arisen in his mind.

boom! boom! boom!

Several loud noises, closer and closer, sounded one after another.

Less than a hundred meters in front of him, several huge and blazing fireballs suddenly exploded in the densely charged formation of the Japanese army!

Mud, gravel, broken limbs, shattered armor... were thrown high into the sky by the violent air waves like a volcanic eruption.

The shock wave swept past, and Kaibu Munezane only felt a wave of hot air rushing towards his face, mixed with thick smoke and the disgusting smell of burnt blood.

The guards around him were shaken to the ground, and their war horses neighed in panic.

One of the shells landed very close to him, and the shock wave from the explosion hit his breastplate with a dull thud.

He only felt a tightness in his chest, his blood boiling, and only a sharp buzzing sound in his ears.

The already frightened warhorse under his crotch could no longer hold on. It let out a whine, its front hooves softened, and it threw him out violently.

puff-

Kaibu Munemasa fell into the mud in a miserable state, and his heavy armor was covered with mud.

He struggled to raise his head, his face covered in rain and mud, his voice muffled by tinnitus:

"What's going on? Where's the cannon firing?!"

A retainer with blood all over his face climbed up from the ground and pointed in the direction of the Fengtian Army's position, his voice filled with fear:

"Sir! It's the Fengtian Army. Their artillery is still firing!"