This Qing is wrong

Chapter 204 Fearing the Enemy Like a Tiger, Fighting His Own People Hard
"The road to perdition is shorter than you can imagine."

The second generation of samurai who wanted to drive Yasuo Yamashita to protect him changed his face suddenly when he heard this, and pulled out the samurai sword that he hadn't lost.

Several junior samurai who followed him also drew their samurai swords.

It can be seen that the military literacy of these samurai is still better than that of ashigaru, at least they did not lose their weapons...

They didn't dare to point their katanas at the terrible demon war puppets, but they pointed their katanas at the untouchable warrior Yasuo Yamashita without hesitation.

The senior warrior yelled at Yasuo Yamashita, "If you want to kill the enemy, I won't stop you. You know who my father is. Don't do stupid things that cut off your future!"

After finishing speaking, the high-ranking warrior took several junior warriors under him and slowly moved sideways, trying to avoid Yasuo Yamashita, who was exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

The next moment, Yasuo Yamashita suddenly leaned over, posing a standard dog chewing mud... oh no, it's a samurai charge.

When the senior warrior saw it, his pupils shrank and he shouted in panic, "Stop him!"

A few low-ranking warriors had short mouths, so they could only bite the bullet and push forward. In just three seconds, they saw an afterimage passing by their side, and then there was a severe pain in their necks, and they moved along with all their strength. With the blood gushing from the neck draining...

The high-ranking samurai had just raised his sword, and there was a huge force, and the samurai sword in his hand flew out. When he came back to his senses, he saw that Yasuo Yamashita had raised the tip of the sword horizontally and placed it in front of his neck.

"How...how is it possible?

With so much blood on your body, you should have killed a lot of people, and your strength has been lost, how could it be so fast..."

The senior warrior who was talking to himself seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly shouted to Yasuo Yamashita in shock and inexplicable: "You understand the way of killing?!

Are you the descendant of the demon Oda Nobunaga? ! "

The way of killing is the way that Japanese samurai groups both yearn for and fear.

Oda Nobunaga, who took the lead in pioneering the way of killing, was the first and only one to achieve the achievement of killing more and more courageously, as if killing a perpetual motion machine.

As we all know, killing people is a very energy-consuming thing. No matter how you practice, you can only increase the upper limit of physical energy consumption, and it is impossible to really keep killing.

However, Oda Nobunaga, who was galloping in the Japanese island country back then, understood the way of killing, and achieved the feat of killing with killing, and the more he killed, the more brave he was!
No matter how long the killing is, it seems that it can't be consumed to death.

Later, Oda Nobunaga said that this is because he can draw blood and murderous energy from the killing, so as to fill his own consumption.

However, this way of killing turned Oda Nobunaga into a bloodthirsty demon, which eventually caused him to betray his relatives. After being poisoned by his relatives, he was besieged to death by his confidants and subordinates!

Because no one wants their boss to be a demon who likes to kill at every turn.

Because the way of killing is not a skill, but a way of samurai, and Oda Nobunaga did not leave a specific training method, the way of killing became a legend after the death of Oda Nobunaga.

Yasuo Yamashita admired the second-generation samurai in front of him who usually bullied him, and when he heard the way of killing, he shook his head and denied: "I will not follow other people's ways, I only follow my own way of the wind. "

After finishing speaking, Yasuo Yamashita seemed to have lost interest in continuing to communicate. With a flash of the sword, the head of the second-generation warrior who had insulted him flew up and rolled aside.

Immediately afterwards, Yasuo Yamashita turned his wrist, and the blood stained on the knife surface flew away, and a miraculous scene appeared, the Gale Blade was as clean as new without any blood stains.

Yamashita Yasuo didn't know if the way he understood was Oda Nobunaga's way of killing, but he could indeed feel that he was absorbing some kind of substance from the killing, so as to fill up his consumption after "vigorous exercise".

There are too many rout soldiers. Yasuo under the mountain walks and kills all the way. No matter who the rout soldiers are, they will become his dead souls.

Until, several Banner warriors fleeing on horseback met Yasuo Yamashita.

Yasuo Yamashita looked at the gorgeous armor of the banner samurai on the opponent's body and the mother's clothes on the back, and his indifferent expression that had not changed for thousands of years could not help but move.

Because Yamashita Yasuo knew that this was the elite mother-in-law of the shogunate!
Women who wear a lot of clothes are not just noble, their strength has also been tested.

Even if he is not as good as him, he is much better than ordinary warriors.

However, this elite group of mothers also started to run away?

How strong is the opponent?
Yasuo Yamashita recalled the scene where he killed dozens of demon war puppets, and felt that apart from their cold expressions and not knowing what fear was, their melee combat ability could only be said to be average.

Yamashita Yasuo took himself as the model, and naturally ignored that most people are not as perverted as him, and life and death are bearish...

"What are you going to do?"

The mothers rode all Japanese pony horses, perhaps because the horsepower was consumed too much before, and the speed was not fast at this time. Seeing Yasuo Yamashita standing in front of them and slowly drawing his knife, he scolded them with a vicious expression.

"The glory of a warrior cannot be desecrated by you."

"presumptuous!
What are you, you dare to talk to me like that! "

The Banner Samurai on horseback can naturally recognize the armor of the high-level samurai on Yasuo Yamashita. Japan has a strict hierarchy, and it is a very serious bad behavior for a lower-level samurai to question a higher-level samurai.

"All warriors who escaped deserve to die!"

Yasuo Yamashita lowered his head and gnawed at the mud again. This gesture immediately made several banner warrior mothers laugh out loud. They whipped the horse's buttocks and charged at Yasuo Yamashita with their samurai swords drawn.

The next moment, Yasuo under the mountain rose from the ground, soared into the air, and flew past several banner warriors.

clap clap ~
The frightened Japanese pony fled crazily. The body of the lifeless Banner samurai was bumped and fell off the horse. His armor was cracked, his eyes were wide open, and his forehead burst open as if he had seen something terrifying!

"The long road is long, only the sword is my companion."

Yasuo Yamashita put his sword in its sheath and continued to move forward. The several Banner Warriors he killed did not make Yasuo Yamashita, who was immersed in the comprehension of the 'Day', frown more.

After slaughtering hundreds of deserters and using the corpses of his own people to complete the feat of beheading hundreds of people, Yasuo Yamashita finally walked to the side of a group of American soldiers who were chasing and killing Japanese samurai.

Yasuo Yamashita took a brief look, and the number of Japanese samurai and ashigaru being hunted down was seven or eight times that of the monster war puppets...

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Yasuo's eyes.

Is this the way of the samurai he pursues?

Why are these people wearing the same samurai armor and receiving the same samurai salary as him, but they are so unbearable?

Apart from being brave and not afraid of death, excellent marksmanship, and orderly attack, what is so strong about the monster war puppet?

Yasuo Yamashita leaned over slowly, posing like a dog chewing mud again. At this moment, the American Continental Army who was chasing him disappeared in a flash.

Yamashita Yasuo's movements froze, the 'momentum' he had accumulated just now was suddenly broken, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is the first time Yasuo Yamashita was injured after he realized his epiphany...

"The monsters and war puppets are really a magical group. They suddenly appear and then disappear suddenly. Why?"

On another battlefield, the Japanese samurai who was lucky enough to kill Lin Dengwan of the American Continental Army stood there blankly.

The noisy and chaotic battlefield finally regained some calm.

The chaos of the 10,000+ Japanese army has a lot to do with their loose organization and the sudden appearance of the enemy.

It's not that the Japanese army is too weak, but that the way the systemic enemy army appears is too unique, and its combat effectiveness is too strong...

In a battle, the Japanese army may not be able to defeat the systematic enemy, let alone a surprise attack from the sky?
Of course, Yamashita Yasuo couldn't see this kind of strategic cognition. All he saw was the depravity and cowardice of the Japanese samurai!
Yasuo Yamashita straightened up with a bored face. At this moment, a group of Japanese ashigaru armed with iron cannons, led by a samurai officer, surrounded Yasuo Yamashita.

"Yasuo Yamashita, you have committed the crime of deliberately murdering the commander on the battlefield, hand over your katana, and you will be judged."

Yasuo Yamashita ignored the iron cannon Ashgaru who surrounded him, and looked straight at the samurai officer who announced his crime with clear eyes.

"As a senior warrior, I am qualified to execute deserters on the battlefield."

"That's right, you are qualified to execute Ashgaru and low-level samurai, but how many high-level samurai and Banner samurai have you killed, don't you know?

Is it true that no one on the battlefield can see what you're doing?
I'll give you ten counts, if you don't hand over your samurai sword, you will be regarded as resisting arrest, and you should know what is waiting for you. "

Yasuo Yamashita finally showed a struggling look on his face.

He was not afraid of the dozens of ashigaru and the samurai officers in front of him who surrounded him, and he was sure that within 3 minutes, all the people surrounding him would be turned into corpses.

but!

He dare not confront the Edo Shogunate...

He is not Oda Nobunaga after all.

"My sword is my life, I beg to be judged with my sword."

Japanese samurai habitually referred to the samurai sword as a sword.

In Japan, there is no distinction between swords and knives.

"Yasuo Yamashita, you are a sinner now, and you are not qualified to raise conditions!"

The samurai officer did not witness the scene of Yamashita Yasuo's murder, so he didn't know that he was jumping repeatedly on the death line.

I thought that the other party was afraid of the dozens of iron cannons under his hands...

This is a very normal way of thinking. After all, how can a normal samurai be an opponent of dozens of iron-armed ashigaru?
How could that kind of top warrior be just a senior warrior?
At this moment, a glimmer of light once again shined on the Japanese army camp outside Edo Castle...

The samurai officer who was about to arrest Yasuo Yamashita saw a group of Spanish conquistadors wearing European plate armor appearing on foot. He was shocked and stopped arresting Yasuo Yamashita. Run in a direction where there are no monsters and war puppets.

He had already fought a battle with the Yaodao war puppets before, and nearly half of the hundreds of iron cannons under his hands were lightly damaged in battle!

Even his deputy was killed!

Yasuo Yamashita turned around and looked, scaring away the demon puppets who arrested the samurai officer, there were only 21 of them...

Less than half of those who arrested themselves.

"Cowardly trash!"

The stagnation in Yasuo Yamashita's chest suddenly broke out, instead of dealing with the 21 Spanish conquistadors, he rushed to the samurai officer who was leading his troops to escape and arrested him.

Under the flash of the knife, the running iron cannons fell to the ground one after another. After seeing this scene, the samurai officer was frightened to death.

He didn't expect that the ordinary high-ranking warrior who was arrested by him would have such a terrifying skill!

What do the big shots above think, to arrest and punish this kind of person?
Oh, by the way, he killed many heirs of great people!
"Damn it!
Why did I encounter this kind of evil star..."

When the samurai officer was feeling sad, his head shot up into the sky. Yasuo Yamashita rewarded him, and he specially intensified his efforts to chop off his head.

Ordinary people, in order to save energy, Yasuo Yamashita would choose to cut off the tracheal artery instead of cutting off his head.

Human bones are still pretty hard.

After killing his own people, before Yasuo Yamashita could turn around, the 21 Spanish conquistadors had already raised their matchlock guns, aimed at him and pulled the trigger.

These Spanish conquistadors were well armed.

Wearing a layer of plate armor, equipped with matchlock guns, long swords and shields.

Melee and ranged are strong.

It was an elite unit during the rise of the Spanish Empire.

In terms of marksmanship alone, it may not be as good as the American Continental Army, but they are all-around arms, and they are very powerful in long-range and close combat.

Yasuo Yamashita turned around, and at the moment of the gunshot, the haze samurai sword danced an afterimage, splitting all the lead bullets shot at him!

This is Yasuo Yamashita after his epiphany. Even he himself doesn't know where the upper limit of combat power is now, because he has never heard of a samurai as powerful as himself, except for the legendary characters.

Seeing that his musket had failed, the Spanish conquistador immediately replaced it with his great sword and iron shield, while Yasuo Yamashita went forward and slashed on the opponent's breastplate with a clang.

After chopping the entire Spanish conquistador, he sat on the ground. A large dent had been cut on the front of the breastplate, but it was a pity that there was still a long way to go before breaking the defense.

Yasuo Yamashita's eyes froze, and he dodged to avoid the Spanish swords that were cutting from left to right.

"So hard?

The general's armor probably doesn't have this defensive strength either.

But this kind of armor should not be so hard in every part. "

Yasuo Yamashita glanced at the seams of the Spanish Conquistador's plate armor, knowing it well, and rushed up again.

After easily avoiding the three long swords looking at him, Yasuo Yamashita intensified his slashing and cut through a gap in the neck armor of a Spanish conquistador, finally seeing the familiar blood spraying out.

The corner of Yamashita Yasuo's mouth grinned, slaying these iron-shell monsters and puppets brought him a sense of accomplishment far more than slaying those scumbag warriors.

It's just a little laborious!
Even if Yamashita Yasuo looked for the cracks in the plate armor and hacked, it would take more force to cut through the opponent's armor.

Yasuo Yamashita could feel that there should be a layer of soft armor protection inside these iron shells!
(End of this chapter)