The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 257 Demon Sword Muramasa
"Let the Japanese pirates board the Fukushima ship! Our artillery can't defeat the red seal ship!"

Han Chao lay on the side of the boat and shouted loudly. Behind the boss stood a group of sailors, holding hooks and ash bottles and shouting along with him.

Pei Dahu led Wu Xiao and others to the back of the sailor.

Everyone stared at the red seal ship a hundred steps away, and the Japanese sailors on the red seal ship were also looking at them.

The red seal ship suddenly opened fire, more than ten Portuguese cannons spewed out white smoke, and fist-sized iron balls whizzed over and landed around the Fu ship.

A shell shattered the ship's window and crashed into the cabin, and a woman's scream was heard from inside.

Shen Lian's face turned pale, and his embroidered spring sword fell to the deck with a bang.

"The Japanese are about to board the ship. Where are you going? If we can't win, everyone on board will die!"

Pei Dahu grabbed Shen Lian tightly and pulled him back to the side of the boat.

"Kill all the Japanese pirates, and your mother will live!"

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Wei Zhao fired back with the stern cannon, and two iron balls fell in front of the Zhuyin ship, splashing two water droplets.

"You come and fight! Come closer and fight!"

The head servant grabbed a Fujian ship sailor, who also knew how to fire cannons. He looked at Wei Zhao timidly and began to load the shells skillfully.

"I'm the best knife fighter in Tianjin. I haven't chopped anyone off in ages! I'm going to chop someone off!"

Wei Zhao, holding a one-handed sword, climbed up to the second floor of the Fu ship and stood guard in front of Yang Hao.

"Master, I'm here to protect you. Master, are you okay? Master..."

"Get out of the way! Don't block me from shooting the pirates."

Yang Hao raised his bird gun horizontally and aimed at a black-clad Japanese warrior on the red seal ship fifty steps away.

The sailors of the Fu ship held spears and hooks, and the flying claws were hung on the port side.

Pei Dahu and others were armed with bird guns, spears, halberds, flying axes, and round shields. Twenty people formed three small three-talent formations and hid behind the sailors.

"Today, we will use Grandpa Qi's formation to deal with these Japanese pirates!"

The sails of the Fu ships disappeared and the ropes were cut, so there was no problem here whether it was a spear fight or a hand-to-hand combat.

"The Japanese pirates are about to fire again. Get down low, the cannonballs have no eyes!"

Pei Dahu lowered his telescope and shouted to everyone, not caring whether the sailors ahead could hear him. The Red Seal Ship was already thirty steps away. Thunder roared again, and a dozen black iron balls, sticking to the sea surface, smashed towards the deck of the Fu Ship.

Wu Xiao raised the bow and pulled the bowstring into a full moon. Just as he was about to release the ring, he heard a "bang" and was suddenly hit by a cannonball on the side of the ship ten steps away from his left hand.

A three-pound Portuguese cannonball hit the birch side of the boat hard, shattering it and sending up a dense shower of wood chips.

The iron ball continued to be powerful as it ricocheted onto the deck and directly hit a sailor holding a grappling hook.

The sailor's body shattered into red blood residue like a watermelon...

Several sailors around were hit by the flying wood chips, and immediately they began to bleed profusely and fell to the ground, rolling and howling.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew towards him rapidly. Wu Xiao shrank his head and a flying wooden nail brushed past his hair. With a bang, it hit the mast behind him heavily, making a buzzing sound.

A half-human leg flew in front of Wu Xiao, and the splattered blood fell on the official boots on his feet.

Wu Xiao has been in battle for a long time and has seen scenes that are ten times bloodier than the one before him.

The bowstring of the big bow vibrated, and twenty steps to the front and side, a sailor from the red seal ship who was leaning out of the side of the ship fell into the sea. The grappling hook in the sailor's hand entangled him in mid-air. The Japanese man did not die for a while, and he was hanging in the air and making a low howl that was not like a human voice.

Wu Xiao pulled out a light arrow from the arrow holder, and without aiming, he quickly shot another arrow at the Japanese pirate.

"kill!!"

"boom!"

The Portuguese cannons at the stern of the Fu ship opened fire at the same time, and the surrounding musketeers also began to shoot. The red seal ship was at a position of twenty steps and could not avoid it. It was hit by the Portuguese cannons one after another. Screams of pain were heard from the Japanese sailors on the deck.

At this time, the gun barrels on both sides were already burning hot and the shelling was temporarily over.

After the bombardment ended, the musketeers on both sides began to fire at each other. The Japanese bird guns were excellent, but they were still somewhat inferior to the Lumi guns in the hands of Pei Dahu and others. However, they had more people, and soon gained the upper hand.

Wu Xiao quickly flew up to the watchtower, holding a large bow and shooting arrows at the red-sealed ship. He shot five arrows in a row, and all five arrows hit the target. The arrows were so powerful and heavy that all five arrows killed the target in one shot.

"I hate those who kick someone when he's down and take advantage of his misfortune the most. Die!"

Wu Xiao shot his sixth arrow at the Japanese warrior fifteen steps away. The arrow was full of power and as fast as lightning.

"die!"

The black-clad warrior who was directing the sailors to board the ship heard the sound and moved sideways with a slash of his sword, unexpectedly splitting the heavy arrow shot by Wu Xiao in half. "What a fast sword!"

Wu Xiao reached out and took out a large arrow, and put it on the bowstring. The black-clad warrior in the distance had picked up a spear and sneered at him.

"not good!"

Wu Xiao quickly jumped off the lookout pole. There was a bang behind him, and the wooden board in front of him was shattered into pieces, falling on his head.

Wu Xiao rolled over to relieve the force and landed steadily on the deck.

Before he could stand firmly, he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air behind him. He rolled over hurriedly to avoid it, only to hear two bangs. Two heavy arrows were deeply embedded in the wooden boards of the deck, and the arrow feathers were still shaking gently, making a buzzing sound.

When he looked back, he saw a group of Japanese sailors on the deck of the red seal ship stabbing the Fukushi ship with spears, and the black-clad warriors had disappeared.

"Japanese escape technique?"

Wu Xiao felt his scalp tingling. He ignored the screams of the sailors who were shot in his ears, raised the bow in his hand, tilted the bow tip forward slightly, looked around vigilantly, and assumed a fighting posture of an archer defeating a sword and shield soldier.

However, the Japanese warrior did not show up.

At this time, intermittent shouts were heard from the red seal ship, including screams and voices of orders.

Han Chao and Pei Dahu were also shouting loudly, calling on their men to prepare for a bloody battle on board.

"Go!"

More than a dozen flying claws, like poisonous snakes falling from mid-air, crisscrossed across the narrow sea surface, flew over the last seven or eight steps between the two ships, and hooked the side guard plates on both sides almost at the same time.

With the strenuous pulling of the sailors on both sides, the two ships, which had a deep hatred for each other after just meeting by chance, finally had physical contact.

"Kill!"

"Kill them!"

Strange cries were heard from the Japanese sailors behind the red seal ship's shield, and rows of spears and grappling hooks came rushing over. The Fu ship threw out a flurry of flying axes and iron bone flowers, and then stabbed out more than a dozen spears.

Just like the close-range stabbing between spearmen on the battlefield, the sailors on both sides pushed aside the shield, leaving no room for dodge.

The spears and halberds on both sides crossed each other, and the sharp weapons pierced through the skin and muscles mercilessly. The sailors who were stabbed fell on the deck, rolling and howling. At this time, no one cared about their life or death.

There were a lot of people on the deck, some were shooting arrows, some were throwing axes.

"Oh!"

Under the vigorous pulling of more than a dozen grappling hooks, the two large ships collided with each other, and everyone was shaking with the ship's hull.

The Japanese sailors grabbed the ropes and boarded the ship. While fighting with their swords, they tied the ropes to the side of the mast of the Fu ship.

Pei Dahu and his men had only more than 60 people, while the number of people on the red seal ship was about 100. The two sides fought for life and death on the narrow deck. Japanese samurai holding samurai swords were killing the Fukufu ship sailors in front. Pei Dahu shouted to his men to maintain formation.

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Miyamoto Musashi was the first to jump onto the deck of the Fukufune.

Western warriors wore wooden clogs.

Muramasa's demon sword swept across the deck.

The blood splattered like falling cherry blossoms.

Three Ming sailors fell in a pool of blood.

The Akito were frightened by Miyamoto and avoided this killer.

Over the past decade or so, Miyamoto had duelled with samurai ronin more than sixty times and never lost.

He once had the experience of wiping out an entire family, killing more than fifty of them and finally escaping unscathed.

Therefore, killing these Ming sailors was just a test of Miyamoto's skills.

Killing someone to test the knife.

Over the years, he used his unique skill "Swallow Return" to travel across various Japanese feudal domains and was invincible.

The so-called "Swallow Returns" means splitting a flying swallow in the sky into two halves in an instant.

Of course, all of the above are just rumors and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.

Because everyone who has seen Yan Fan is dead.

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Shen Lian walked towards Miyamoto Musashi with red eyes, holding the bloodstained Xiuchun Sword.

(End of this chapter)