Machine

Another one of the carts rumbled into position. They did not leave it long before they tossed in the oil followed by a lit torch. They barely had enough time to run away before a massive ball of fire was spat into the sky, followed by a fist of pressured air that punched straight through the solid brick wall.

When the Hojo men peered through it, they could see the flank of the Miura forces. They only needed to expose one more hole to their rear, and then they would be able to overwhelm them with ease.

The word came to the Hojo Generals that their bowmen had been dealt with.

"Bah, it matters not," one of the generals spat, "we will be ridding ourselves of this man and his pointless resistance soon enough."

"He's done remarkably well with what little men he has," the young commanding general mused, "have his other forces not left their stations in the other two fortresses?" He asked the messenger.