Xuanyuan Jue

Chapter 169
"Success!" King Su said, "As long as I keep their heads, I can do anything else!"

Hearing King Su's response, Chuan Dao immediately sent people to buy what he needed.A group of Qing soldiers came down the mountain one after another, obviously they were helping, but they were secretly monitoring.

It took a long time for the group to go here, and it took two hours before returning to the temple.Seeing the Japanese carrying some white silk and plain clothes, King Su asked the escort, "Where did they get those weird mourning clothes?"

The little school said: "Go back to the lord, the Orientals went to the town to recruit tailors, and even talked about drawing, and then hurriedly made them out. It's not called mourning clothes, it seems to be called 'hakama'."

"When you're about to die, you still have to make a bad show!" Lu Ban snorted, "My lord, if you want me to say, let's just swipe a few knives, so as not to mess around with them!"

"Forget it," King Su waved his hand, "Let them go."

I saw the Japanese soldiers came out after clearing an open space, cut the white silk into several feet squares, and laid them out in order in front of the hall.

Zhu Ren washed his head and face, wrapped his abdomen tightly with a white scarf, and put on the plain hakama clothes, and then knelt down on the silk piece.

Sakamoto knelt in the lead, his disheveled hair was particularly abrupt.Kawashima ordered his men to untie their pocket papers and short knives, and place them in front of Zhu Ren. "Sakamoto-kun, samurai, if you can't prepare the sacrificial sword fan in a hurry, use this threat to show your loyalty. Later, I will personally intercede for the heroes!"

"Please!" Sakamoto bowed his head and glanced at Wu Liande. "Star Alliance! I have been together with you in a hurry, and I don't want to give up a lot. The friendship between you and me will continue in the next life!"

"Zhe Ye..." Wu Liande swayed a few times, his eyes already blurred with tears.In Zhang Xu's time, the past was like smoke, and scenes from the past emerged vividly.

"Xinglian, let me play another song for you before I die, and it will be the sound of my death!" After Sakamoto finished speaking, he took out the shakuhachi from under the hakama, and put the mouthpiece under his lips.

The melody is together, and the ears are sad.Caressing the hole between the ups and downs, the charm is sad and clear, Qi Qi swallows quietly, and it hurts to hear it.

After listening to it for a while, Zhu Ren wept silently, couldn't help himself, and sang along with the song.

King Su sighed, and asked Wu Liande, "What are they singing? Why is it so miserable?"

Wu Lien-teh choked up and said, "This song...is called "Zhutianzi Shoubai". It is a folk song that was circulated in Kyoto in the old days...Because the words are sincere, it is widely sung among maids and slaves..."

"Maids and servants?" Lu Ban asked puzzled, "Then why are they singing so hard?"

Wu Lien-teh said: "I heard from Sakamoto that the kind of ninjas who urinate as ninjas are mostly children from poor and small households. Their mothers often make a living by working as nannies for rich families. Perhaps they have heard their mothers sing a lot. Yes, I have also learned..."

"Alas", King Su sighed, "The fox died at the head of the hill and replaced Ma Yifeng. They are homesick..."

Wu Lien-teh remained silent, letting the weeping singing voice linger in his ears:

Babbling and childish, crying all night long.

Keep feeding and working hard, reduce my abundance;
Walk around and bear the swaddle, and hold the cooking and grain.

Caibu Liesi, and Cuansifang;
The radish cooks the millet, and the bamboo field serves food.

It can dispel the remaining disasters and be auspicious for a long time;
When the Yulan basin arrives, what is the age of death?
The person is miserable, without clothes;
In a foreign land, only thinking of homeland,
Pray to the high hall from afar, Wanfu Jinkang...

At the end of the song, Sakamoto froze for a while, and suddenly broke the shakuhachi in his hand. "Xinglian, the Chinese people have an allusion about cutting their robes to judge righteousness. Today I will break the bamboo and leave. Farewell! Don't read it!"

Wu Lien-teh was sobbing, but Sakamoto stopped looking at him.After throwing away the two shakuhachi pipes, Sakamoto drew out the dagger with a reverent expression, and wiped it carefully with the paper.All the ninjas behind him also took off their hakama clothes one after another, exposing their chests and abdomens.

Chuan Dao mourned, and said in a low voice: "Everyone is ready to intervene!"

After speaking, Kawashima pulled out his waist knife, walked to Sakamoto and stood behind him.The rest of the Japanese soldiers also held knives in both hands, and went to stand beside Zhunin.

Sakamoto and Zhu Ninja had no distractions, each holding a plain silk ribbon, wrapping the blade of the short knife with full concentration.Wrapped layer by layer to the end, only an inch-long blade tip was exposed.

After tidying up, Sakamoto and the others held the blade upside down, and pressed the tip of the knife to their lower abdomen.

Seeing that they died resolutely, King Su was also very moved. He patted Wu Liande on the shoulder and said, "That Sakamoto's ability should be as good as yours for a while. It's a pity that he didn't follow the right path. Alas...it's his own fault." , no wonder others, don't be too sad..."

Wu Lien-teh was in so much pain, how could he hear what King Su said?There was chaos in my mind, wishing I could beat the ground and scream.

Kawashima said softly with tears in his eyes: "Sakamoto-kun, warriors... use the 'imitation abdomen' later, as long as you touch the blade tip, I will immediately swing the knife and hug your head... so that you will not be cut off. The pain of gut rupture..."

"No need," Sakamoto said slowly, "Seppuku is the supreme method of death. Using 'simulation' for fear of pain is tantamount to blasphemy! In front of the Chinese people, we need to let them know what Bushido is. ! What is the consciousness of sacrificing one's life for benevolence!"

"Dr. Sakamoto is right!" Zhu Ren also nodded solemnly, "I am willing to transform into a red lotus with green blood, and burn all the hardships ahead for the empire! Master Kawashima, please make it happen!"

"Kawashima didn't think well, and spoke inappropriately, how offensive!" Kawashima wiped his face severely, and raised his sharp waist knife high. "I know what to do, all heroes, please proclaim the words of death!"

Sakamoto looked majestic, and took the lead to read aloud: "God is supreme, the sun shines on the moon, reads the day and night, and protects the peace together. I resign my life for the king, willing to be a light and shadow, looking at the body, and following the wind. This view of the heart There are endless flowers and moons, this bone is long covered in yellow dust, drunk and awake, loyal and brave as before. I wish His Majesty the Emperor a long-lasting military fortune, and lead our empire to the eight gods and one universe, and the triumphant song will be played early..."

All the ninjas spoke in unison, and after following Sakamoto's chant, they all held their short knives upside down, and pointed the tip of the blade at their lower abdomen to stab down.

The tip of the blade pierced his stomach, and Sakamoto and others were in cold sweat profusely from the pain.I saw them clenching their teeth tightly and swipe horizontally from left to right.Before the blood spurted out, he raised the blade again.

Immediately afterwards, the flesh turned out, and the intestines overflowed.In order not to lose their posture, Sakamoto and the others desperately maintained consciousness.Their eyes burst into blood, their bodies trembled violently, but all of them kept their knees tightly together, refusing to utter a single moan.

"It turns out that death...is such a pain..." Sakamoto glanced at the corpses of the villagers piled up beside him, and with the last of his strength, he managed to straighten the dagger.

Kawashima groaned, swiped his knife and slashed at the back of Sakamoto's neck.Sakamoto's neck splashed a few blood pillars, and his body slowly fell forward.

"Tetsuya!"

Wu Lien-teh only felt a thunder in his head, his chest was suffocated, and he fainted suddenly.The rest of the ninjas also completed the ceremony one after another. The Japanese soldiers in charge of intervening tearfully swung their heads and cut off their heads one after another.

The clouds are gloomy, and the vegetation is desolate.Many Qing soldiers also turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch.

Chuan Dao held up the waist knife and let the blood drip from the blade on his face. "My lord! These... these gangsters have already been executed... What orders do you have?"

King Su didn't know that Jiecuo was a part of seppuku, he only thought that Chuan Dao and others really only wanted to execute the wicked. "It's their own fault that they ended up dead without a whole body. Brother Feng Wai, what you have done to garrison the troops has shown your heart. That's all, let's do it like this!"

"Thank you, my lord, for your understanding," Chuan Dao saluted with the knife, "Then I'll go collect the corpse..."

King Su waved his hand, "Go."

When Chuan Dao turned around and assigned, the Japanese began to wrap up the corpses of the ninjas.At that time Wu Lien-teh was still awake, Feng Shen didn't care about other things, stood beside him, rubbing his chest and pinching his acupoints.

The Japanese soldiers who collected the corpses had a heavy expression on their faces, and they moved lightly, fearing that they would be bumped and hit.Kawashima also slowly squatted down, and carefully straightened Sakamoto's body.

Seeing the appearance of the Japanese, Lu Bantou couldn't hold back anymore, he rushed to Chuan Dao and kicked Sakamoto's body down.

Although the head and neck of the corpse had been chopped off, there was still a piece of flesh connecting it.Lu Ban stepped down with his head, and one of Sakamoto's heads was immediately shaken off his body.

"What are you doing!?" Kawashima was so angry that he pressed his palm directly on the waist knife. "You insult the corpse for no reason, don't you know that death is the greatest thing!?"

"Damn it! Do you want to compare pictures?" Lu Ban pulled out his knife, "Although I'm not a high-ranking official, I still don't buy you, a black-footed devil! Learning two bad words is not enough for you to show off What the fuck is 'death is the best thing to do'? Bah! Who's the score! As for the conscienceless beasts like them, they have to exhume their graves and flog their corpses and rasp their bones to ashes after they die!"

"You..." Chuan Dao and the others grinned and chewed their teeth, but in front of the Hesi Qing army, they felt guilty after all. "The rogues involved in the case should be executed, but their remains should not be humiliated! Your lord, please comment on this reason..."

Before King Su could speak, Lu Bantou shouted with beard and beard like a halberd: "How can the prince and the old man need to judge this kind of nonsense? It is enough for me to break it for you. What's the matter? This stinky corpse was kicked Can't bear the feet? Why don't you fucking think about it, these grandsons are real people! Could it be that the lives of your Japanese foot ghosts are precious, and the lives of our common people are worthless? Open your dog eyes and see, That is the life of a village! If they hadn’t harmed others first, how could there be such retribution!? When these grandsons were dying, they still had the face to sing and sing, huh! What did they do so early! Missing mother is homesick, go back to your broken island!? Let me tell you, Chuan Dao, I, Lao Lu, am a rough guy with no money and no power, but I can spare my seven-and-a-half catties head! Next time you Japanese devils dare to harm people again, I will kill one if I see one, and kill one if I meet two!"

Lu Bantou's words were vulgar, but his words were bold and passionate. Most of the Qing soldiers present were straightforward men, and they immediately applauded and applauded.

The response of the Qing soldiers was like a tsunami. Chuan Dao was afraid of being outraged by the public, so he rushed to King Su and knelt down. "I beg your lord to honor your hand and let us collect the corpse."

(End of this chapter)