The Hojo were growing impatient. They had already done their clever preparations, but it had amounted to nothing, and now they sought to use their numbers to overpower their enemy.
With a flick of a general's wrist, another four thousand bowmen made their march towards the same wall.
With every shot that the cannon operators fired, they ducked behind the wall to avoid the arrows that came searching for their heads. But with more bowmen there came more arrows and it grew near impossible to find their opportunity.
The arrows rained over the top of the walls in streams, falling upon Gengyo's men without a shred of mercy. The Hojo infantry stood watching from a distance, daring them to make move, daring them to give up the perfect defensive position that they'd set up.
"Jikouji!" Gengyo shouted above the screams of injured soldiers. "Take a thousand riflemen with you and deal with those bowmen on the wall!"
