Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

After Kansaburo finished speaking, he could clearly see the change in the expression on the face of the rest of the portable household.

All of them had expressions that changed from surprise and shock to despair.

Although it is hopeless, there is still a choice and a glimmer of life after all.

If you stay where you are, you will be beheaded by Japanese warriors, and if you rush out, you may have a chance of survival, and some poor settlers start to think about how far to go, then change direction, and escape from the battle far away.

As for resisting these Japanese warriors, the shabby households had never thought about it, and there was no hope at all.

Whistle sticks and simple knives were picked up one after another and held in their hands. Someone suddenly shouted: "Come on!"

This sentence reveals the deep despair with helplessness, which immediately infected all the shabby households.

No one responded, and all the remaining shabby households rushed towards the team not far away in twos and threes.

"Prepare!" Kansaburo smiled cruelly. No matter what, his goal has been achieved. As long as he distracts the team a little bit, it is best to break up the formation, and those Japanese warriors like himself can use the sharp sword Cut these blood-blowing soldiers into pieces and let them really "bleed blood".

It was not the first time that the Dongying warriors under Kansaburo had experienced this kind of scene. They quickly formed a scattered formation, followed closely behind those shabby households, and whenever the opportunity presented itself, they would go all out without warning.

Some Dongying samurai have already pulled out the sword from the scabbard and held it in their hands; while some old-fashioned ones are holding the handle of the sword with their right hands, but have not drawn it out; Kansaburo is also holding the handle of the sword in the same way, and his eyes have locked on a Target.

Ximenqing's team was less than a hundred paces away. In Kansaburo's eyes, he could already distinguish the captain of the blood-blowing soldier. That guy had a big scar on his face. It is said that he was the commander of the Imperial City Division. This is the person who brought out Hunjianglong Li Jun in the movie.

Kansaburo believes that as long as this person is beheaded, the blood-blowing soldiers will be in chaos!

Ximen Qing walked at the front of the team in a white robe, together with Liu Renzhong, the scarred tiger, and behind him were two team leaders, He Mazi and Xiao Mimu, together with Tong Wei and Tong Meng, the four protected Ximen Qing's comfort.

The on-site command was not Ximen Qing, but the scarred tiger Liu Renzhong, but for some unknown purpose, Ximen Qing also stood in front of the team; there was someone protecting him, so Ximen Qing had nothing to worry about, let alone the current Tiangang Five Thunders Righteousness is in operation, and the protection of thunder and lightning is foolproof.

Hunjianglong Li Jun was at the back of the team, and had only practiced combined attack skills with the blood-blowing soldiers for two days under the guidance of Liu Renzhong. Although he was a little worried, he saw Ximen Qing walking in the front of the team very chicly, Let him eliminate the last trace of worry.

Ximen Qing looked at the first group of enemies who rushed forward, their clothes were thin, and their hands were nothing more than whistle sticks or rusty simple knives. He said they rushed over to fight, or they came to fight soy sauce.

At least Ximen Qing couldn't see any fighting power in this broken settlement.

But behind this, there are about twenty or thirty Dongying warriors. Ximen Qing can already see the cold light of the drawn Taidao.

"My lord, what should I do?" Scarface Tiger Liu Renzhong asked for instructions loudly, without stopping.

"Cold salad!" Ximen Qing also said loudly, but with a smile.

These guys use the same trick all the time... It's really not boring.

But Ximen Qing's face darkened immediately: "Scarface Tiger! You are the conductor, and you still come to ask me!"

"Yes!"

Scarface Tiger Liu Renzhong's expression turned serious, yes, Master Ximen has specially ordered that this battle be directed by himself.

This is trust, but also responsibility.

But Liu Renzhong was ready.

"The first team! The sword is out of the sheath!" Liu Renzhong shouted: "Straightforward, meet the enemy!"

The seven or eight blood-blowing soldiers at the back of the team did not make a sound, but quickly broke away from the current formation, quickly surpassed the current formation, lined up, and faced the shabby settlements.

Hunjianglong Li Jun was also among them, who happened to be the commander of the first team.

"Knife out of its sheath!"

Li Jun gave an order, and the Yanling knives all unsheathed, and they stalked towards those shabby households with full posture.

For poor settlers with little combat effectiveness, this one-line formation is the best and most suitable.

The other blood-blowing soldiers still maintained their original formation and moved forward without stopping at all.

Ximen Qing nodded in satisfaction. It seems that the daily hard training has achieved its due effect, and after being tempered by the flames of war, these veteran soldiers have fully grown up.

Although there is no high-headed horse under his crotch, no golden armor with goose feathers on his body, no hook and sickle gun in his hand, and Liu Renzhong, the scarred tiger, did not hold high the banner of "blowing blood", but this small army is still Blowing Blood Demon Army!

Those Dongpu people didn't realize at all that they were about to kick a steel plate thick enough to smash them to pieces!

Kansaburo saw clearly the change in the formation on the opposite side. Strictly speaking, the formation did not change at all, but he used the least amount of force to resist the shabby settlements that were about to rush over. Kansaburo had no doubt that the Dongying warriors himself would face the remaining of these main forces.

"Didn't you get the effect?" Kansaburo's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife. Immediately, he was shocked by his gaffe, and let go of his right hand again.

But at the same time, his ears could hear the unique sound of the sword being unsheathed around him... Almost all Japanese warriors began to tense up, and couldn't help but pull out the sword and hold it in their hands.

"I still can't hold my breath..." Kansaburo sighed secretly, and ordered decisively: "Score!"

The Japanese warriors also began to spread out, ready to tear apart the opponent's front line formation and kill them!

Twenty or thirty Dongying warriors faced off against seven or eight blood-blowing soldiers. Kansaburo had no doubt that the result would be an overwhelming victory.

Ten steps!The forwards of both sides are about to contact!

"That's fine!" Kansaburo thought to himself, "It's beneficial to us to eliminate and kill them in batches!"

But the development of the matter was beyond his expectation, more precisely, it gave him a loud slap in the face!

Faced with a sheathed Yanling saber, Shabby made the best choice.

That is to drop the weapon in his hand, quickly change direction, and flee to both sides.

"Leave us alone!"

"We were forced!"

"If you want to kill, kill the Dongying people, we are all citizens of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Kansaburo's nose almost crooked from anger.

Hun Jianglong Li Jun held up the Yanling Saber in his hand, and shouted with great air: "Change! Change Yanling with one word!"

The small formation of eight people quickly separated from the middle, from going side by side to two wild goose feathers, continuing to separate those shabby settlements in an upside-down shape, while the blood-blowing soldiers led by the scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong quickened their pace, crossed the upside-down goose feathers, and faced The Japanese warriors behind.

This change made Kansaburo's deployment completely useless. After weighing the pros and cons, Kansaburo reluctantly chose the most direct and stupid reaction.

"Rush! Kill! Kill these Song dogs!" Kan Sanlang shouted, and rushed towards Liu Renzhong in the chaos: "Let the sharp swords in your hands cut off the enemy's weapons and heads!"

The Dongying warriors raised their swords high and responded to Kansaburo's order: "Kill!"

Kansaburo firmly believes that the sharpness of the ether knife is enough to cut the formation of this blood-blowing soldier into pieces. As long as there is no complete formation, single-handed combat can quickly destroy the enemy.

Ximen Qing smiled and looked at the Dongpu soldiers rushing up without panic, while the scarred tiger Liu Renzhong ordered decisively: "Change!"

Kansaburo was surprised to find that before his Dongying samurai rushed into the enemy team, the enemy had already started to collapse.

"Good opportunity!" Kansaburo regretted that he had misjudged his opponent's strength while secretly complacent: "What kind of bloody soldiers are not vulnerable!"

But what he didn't see at the first time was that although the formation of the blood-blowing soldiers "collapsed", they were in groups of three or four, actively facing the rushing Dongying warriors and killing them!

Kansaburo didn't have the time to pay attention to these things. What he cared about was Liu Renzhong, the scarred tiger. As long as he beheaded, the blood-blowing soldiers would flee. Maybe he could arrest Ximen Qing and get some ransom...or To sell his head to those who need it.

But in the blink of an eye, Kansaburo seized the opportunity, pressed the sword with his left hand, and pulled out the sword with his right hand almost imperceptibly to the naked eye, and swung it towards the scarred face.

"Scarface Tiger, die!"

While swinging the knife, Kansaburo did not forget to say a very majestic sentence in Japanese.

Kansaburo is very confident in his Juhejutsu, but it is a pity that Liu Renzhong is not a straw target, and he will not stand there and let him chop.

Liu Renzhong also recognized that the person rushing towards him seemed to be the leader of the Dongying warriors. He moved a little bit and shrank back, just avoiding Kansaburo's blade.

Kansaburo missed a hit, and quickly moved forward, chasing his target.

But as the scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong retreated, the two Yanling knives beside him shone coldly, blocking Kansaburo's way out!

Kansaburo had no choice but to stop. If he continued to move forward, it would be tantamount to bumping his body against the tip of the knife, which was no different from seeking death.

While a samurai isn't afraid of sacrifice, that doesn't mean there's no point in seeking death.

"Kill! Kill all these Dongpu warriors!" A sentence came from nowhere: "Don't let any one go!"

Kansaburo twitched his ears, and was about to cut off the two wild goose feather knives in front of him, but suddenly there was a scream from behind.

"what!"

"Has it started yet?"

Kansaburo smiled knowingly, but immediately heard that the heart-piercing screams did not belong to the Bloodblower Army, but belonged to his own subordinates.

"how can that be!"

Kansaburo's smile suddenly froze on his face, he hesitated for a while, then lost the opportunity, quickly retreated, and looked around at the same time.

From time to time, the screams of Dongying warriors came from all around, but within a few breaths, Kansaburo had already heard five or six.

Three words suddenly appeared in Kansaburo's mind.

"Asura field!"

It's just that this Shura field is open to these Japanese warriors, and the ones wielding the butcher's knife are the Blowing Blood soldiers... No, Blowing Blood Demon Army!

Every Japanese samurai was attacked by three to five blood-blowing soldiers at the same time, and the sharpness of the sword seemed insignificant.

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