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... The Rokkaku forces surrounding Sawayama Castle must be able to see the fires lighting up all around the castle clearly and are probably thinking “an attack under cover of night will be hard like this.” Or they might actually be attracted by the heat radiating from the fire. The coldness of January makes it hard to sleep without anything breaking the wind.



“At dawn, the soldiers amassed at Odani Castle should be fully equipped and ready to come and reinforce us.”


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