Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 217 216. Killing Thieves

Lan En followed the ronin under him all the way across the wooden bridge, and on a high and low slope on the opposite bank, he saw a ninja sitting paralyzed against the roots of a tree beside the road.

He was wearing a short cape that seemed to be woven from raptor feathers, and he wore a weird Japanese mask on his face.

Dressed strangely and not equipped with armor.

When Lan En came to look at it, he could clearly feel the traces of ninja practice in this man's breathing pattern.

"who are you?"

Lan En has only seen three ninjas, two old men, and wolves so far.He had never seen a guy dressed like this.

This person was seriously injured. Even with a specially trained physique, it is estimated that he could not last more than ten minutes.

"Are you... that exotic warrior?"

While panting and coughing up blood, he tried to raise his head and look at the person in front of him.

"I was ambushed in advance, hurry up and save Miko-sama. Hurry up."

At the end of his life, the man still had his master in mind, but Lan didn't hurry to leave at his urging.

"As a ninja, you were ambushed in advance. You should know that this is abnormal, right? Who is the guard of Pingtian Village recently?"

Immediately distinguishing the enemy from ourselves is the top priority in Lan En's mind.

A traitor does more damage than an enemy.

For the ninja on the ground, the eyes under the mask first widened and then calmed down.

Ninja is a profession that grows in cruelty, and this dying ninja quickly accepted the fact that he was betrayed.

"The only ones who can arrange my course of action are Mr. Butterfly, and Mr. Xiao and Ren."

After saying the last few words, the ninja lowered his head to his stomach, completely out of breath.

Lane's mouth twitched.

Okay, the mole is one of those two old ninjas who don't seem to be easy to deal with, or...both?

The situation is really bad.

Immediately, Lan En turned and left without delay, walking towards Pingtianzhuang.

Anyway, narrowing down the scope of the target to two people, this is the harvest.

"Pingtian Manor hasn't completely fallen yet, let me take the lead later, and we will rush into the manor!"

In fact, if Lan En encountered all these bandit-level thugs, then he could completely kill them by himself.

But for one thing, he didn't know what other means the enemy had, so it would be safer to prepare manpower to support him.Secondly, with one more helper who dares to cut people, the killing efficiency will be higher.

"Everyone." Lan En's cat eyes swept over all the subordinates in front of him, and his tone was calm and rational.

"Everyone is a wanderer who has been in Weiming's country and has a good reputation outside. Once the inner government comes, it will definitely be paid. If you have illusions, you might as well kill yourself on the spot. If you want to last long, the only plan for now is to keep the Hirata clan!"

It is necessary to unify the mind before a hard battle, even if there are only a few ronin under his command.

Lan En's knowledge and memory told him that the fewer people there are, the more effort should be made on this point.

After a rational analysis, the ronin must take the task of 'maintaining Hirata' as it is to protect their own property and life.

After saying these words, the ronin's eyes no longer flickered, but became firmer and more ruthless.

Most of the ronin are cruel-hearted, whoever doesn't want him to earn money or keep him alive, they will dare to fight.

As for Kotaro and those Ashgaru who were stuffed in by Hirata, the will to fight is very firm without encouragement.

They depended on the Hirata Clan to survive in the troubled times, and their families were all in the castle town of Hirata Manor, so they were already impatient.

"Very good, let's go!"

The men who had already lined up for battle nodded towards Lan En, took a deep breath in front of the closed gate of the manor, and waited.

And Lan En moved his ankles and knees a little, and rushed directly towards the wall next to the gate!

The gate of Hirata Manor is a typical oriental gate, with a wide eaves covering the main gate.

The wall is much simpler, just a four-meter-high stone wall.

Although Lan En hasn't practiced [Light Body Technique] yet, he can sprint and run, borrow strength from the wall, and his arm strength exceeds the specification.

With a clean turn, he easily crossed the wall that ordinary people need to build a ladder to pass.

As soon as he landed, he saw that in the castle town, there were still many people gathering with various weapons or agricultural tools, fighting and dealing with the bandits.

'Even the gate was not cleared. Did the main force go directly to the inner house? '

Thinking for only a moment, Lan En directly tore off the door bolt on the side door, which was as wide as an ordinary person's waist.

Pulling the wide and strong door, it opened to both sides.

Outside the door, the long-prepared ronin group couldn't help shouting and cheering as the gap gradually widened.

Then follow Lan En's instructions to them and rush in!Start strangling the scattered bandits!

In Lan En's eyes, these bandits were never a problem except for their quantity.

They have no discipline, and it is impossible for them to get together in the face of the property in Pingtian Manor. They will definitely not be able to accept the efficiency of such robbery.

And when the bandits who were scattered met the ronin who were dispatched in groups, the ending can be imagined.

With a bang, Lan En kicked out a samurai sword from the hand of a corpse under his feet.

Directly crossing a distance of more than ten meters, a bandit who was pulling a large pile of silk cloth passed through his chest, and the gauntlet on the handle of the knife stuck to his chest, nailing him to the wall.

When the demon hunter walked over, the corpses of a young peasant woman and an elderly couple were piled up in the small wooden house that was robbed of silk cloth by bandits.Blood is spreading out.

These bandits are not only here to rob, they are also here to kill.

Lan En's ronin group formed into a formation is basically invincible against scattered enemies.

In cold weapon battles, as long as the difference in combat power is not too large, forming a battle formation is better than a single person!
The ronin group cleared the enemies very quickly, and when Kotaro led the people to kill again and returned to Lan En, he still had a few thick chicken feathers on his head.

It seems that the live chickens raised in captivity are now coming out to join in the fun because they are scared.

But it looked like they were all hacked to death by the battle formation.

Lan En looked at Xiao Taro's expression, his eyes were blood red, and blood, sweat, and snot were mixed together and flowed down.

"Did your mother find it?"

Lane asked suddenly.

He still remembered that Kotaro said that his mother lived in the castle town.

But this small man with a wretched face just gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice.

"Already gone."

"My lord, where should we counterattack next?"

The mother is gone, and there are only four words in his mouth.Then turn back to the next step of action planning.

But Lan En could feel that he was not sad.On the contrary, when he was at the Longquan River drawing water, when he relayed his mother's teachings, his proud expression could not be deceived.

When talking about the "Star Puja" that his mother begged for him, he couldn't pretend the feeling of being cared for.

He is not good-looking, but his mother loves him.

But there is always a kind of realism in those who have survived the hard times.

Because they want to live, even if their closest relatives die in front of them, they must continue to think about the daily necessities that are close at hand, because life will not give him time to stop mourning.

If you don't work for a while, you don't eat for a while, and if you don't work for a day, you don't eat for a day.

So it gives people the illusion that they are not sad.

But now, the "firewood, rice, oil and salt" in front of Xiaotaro's eyes is to pay off the bandits.

Lan En looked down at his palm.

Just a few hours ago, his hands had squeezed a Mibu balloon made for him by a corpse here, and let the water from Longquan River be sprinkled on his body to heal his illness.

"We killed back to the stronghold, there are still people we didn't go out to patrol, and they are the group most likely to preserve their combat effectiveness."

"Yes!"

Lan En ordered, and then Xiaotaro couldn't wait to do it, as if he would be caught up in some annoying thoughts if he took a step too late.

The young witcher pursed his lips and looked at the back of the little man.

He has no way to comfort Xiaotaro, all he can do is to help Xiaotaro solve the "food, rice, oil and salt" in front of him.That is to say——

Kill a thief.

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(End of this chapter)