From the Bird

Northeast Fan tube

Category: musket

Quality: Normal

Rate of fire: 1 round minute

Range: 200 meters

Demand: More than 50% of military specialization or 65% of hot weapon specialization

Li Yan flipped back and forth between the long flames, ran his fingers across the hook of the gun handle, and threw it to Wang Sheng.

"Sir, this ..."

Some tender-faced Wang Sheng apprehensively froze palms.

"You are the youngest of us, and you're in defense."

Deng Tianxiong, with his hair flying, walked in and brought in a squealing cold wind.

"Master Banner, both bodies were thrown into the ice cave. There is no tail."

Li Yan slashed another Ronin's knife and twisted his eyebrows slightly: "That can't be more ..."

He looked at Deng Tianxiong: "The stabbing sword is good, do you use it?"

Deng Tianxiong scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "I still use our bright knife."

"That's it."

Li Yan didn't force it. This knife is well-made, but if you are not used to it, don't force it well.

"I can use it."

A sound came from the fire.

The speaker had deep wrinkles on his face, and his left eye was blind. His face was like a bark of dark and hard bark, and his stomach was wrapped round and round. Looks bloated.

Everyone else called him blind, and it was Deng Tianxiong's old acquaintance.

"When I followed General Qi, I practiced a trowel in his camp."

"Lao Diao, are you seriously injured? Is that all right?"

Li Yan asked.

He was not reluctant. Counting Li Yan himself, there were only six knives in the hands of the nine Ming troops. What really happened was that he must be rushing forward with the knives in his hands.

This man was one of three seriously wounded out of ten, and his boss was shot out of a hole in the boss by a spear, which is really not suitable for charge.

"no problem."

The man was silent and said nothing.

Li Yan handed the knife over, he took it and wiped his sleeves, looked for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"Master Qi, that Ronin identity is not low ..."

"Why do you see it?"

Lao Diao bit down a piece of broken skin on his purple-black lips and said, "The formed infantry on the battlefield are all armed with lances, as are the pirates. Many peasants and soldiers would rather tie a dagger to a long branch, rather They are willing to use shorter swords. Such well-made swords are generally worn by people with higher status in the pirates, such as "light-weight" or even "flags."

"Uncle Diao, don't see that you know quite a bit about Pirates."

Wang Sheng made a joke.

Lao Diao's one-eyed turn.

"While you are fighting the pirates alone, you little boy is still wearing open crotch pants."

"boast……"

Wang Sheng answered with some disbelief.

The old Diaoyu smiled strangely, saying saltily: "Compared to the clean swordsmanship of Li Zongqi, I'm really not worth mentioning."

Li Yan knew that the one-eyed old man didn't lie. His military expertise was only 63%. Among these people, he was considered medium, but he had a skill on his body.

Killing like a linen (92100)

Unlike He Andong, this is the era of cold weapons. Like the firearm gun just now, it is good to fire a gun in one minute. Fighting in chaos depends on the weapon in your hand.

That's ninety-two people. Most of these veterans were stunned with swords or even bare hands!

Wang Sheng, although young, is a good investigator.

Deng Tianxiong broke through the 70% barrier that Zhang Mingyuan failed to achieve.

And this blindness ...

Li Yan rescued these people, all of them have their own unique features. Among the three thousand people led by Cha Da, there are strong soldiers in Liaodong Town and the legendary Qi Jiajun.

Even if the intelligence is wrong and the enemy is undermined, he can defeat such a team almost to the annihilation of the entire army. The famous army that has experienced the centuries of war in the Warring States Period does have his uniqueness.

Li Yan didn't know much about the Warring States Period, which was sought after by many neon people, and only remembered a name called Gui Zhiping Ba.

Bundo wins ...

Li Yan sneered at the corners of his lips.

Is it Zhang Fei?

"Song Tong translation ..."

Li Yan spoke.

The man smearing rapeseed alone raised his head, after Li Yan's remarks. He was much more calm, no longer pretending to be trembling, but always cold.

"We want to avoid the pirates and head towards the Yalu River. How to go?"

Song Tongyi grabbed a handful of dirt and wiped it with his fingers. After a while, he also drew a topographic map.

"From here, there is a circle from below Sheshan to a small bunker. When the court was here to defend, there were about two dozen people. I do n’t know how the pirates arranged it, but there must not be many to avoid them. , It's more than half successful. "

"Too far." Li Yan shook his head.

"Isn't it faster to walk down this river?"

Deng Tianxiong also intervened.

"There are pirates by the river, don't pull me if you want to die."

Song Tongyi sneered, and his attitude was much tougher.

Deng Tianxiong was not angry. He was a local and had read books. I understand better than myself.

"I don't think Sheshan is dangerous. Can I go straight through?"

Li Yan asked. "

Song Tongyi hesitated for a long time before hesitantly said, "It can be tried, but it is dangerous. The chance of being found is also high."

"Night long dreams."

Li Yan has his own considerations. The time-consuming and laborious work around the mountain is only one section. The surrounding area referred to by Song Tongyi is wide, and the chance of being discovered by the pirates is really small, but once they meet, the pirates have cavalry in their hands, and they ca n’t run. .

It was not only fast to cross the photo, even if it was found that the mountain road was rugged and the cavalry could not enter, Li Yan still had a chance.

When Li Yan and others gathered around and gave pointers, the girl who helped her mother with a bowl of hot soup and handed over stayed aside, watching everyone mumbling at the small soil bag, and suddenly said something.

"What did she say?" Song Tong's translation was strange. "Nothing, childish."

Li Yan scratched his neck with annoyance, and the itchiness there did not subside: "Let you say, you just say."

Song Tongyi said helplessly: "This little girl said that Sheshan is haunted. Are you so serious about children?"

"Ghost? I haven't seen Mr. Deng lived in his thirties. If he was a male ghost, he would have taken it. If a female ghost, hey ...

Deng Tianxiong disagreed.

It's a blind eye, holding on to Yahuazi:

"Ghosts may be nonsense, but when the so-called kingdom is about to perish, there will be evildoers. Now people are being killed here, and there may be something evil."

Song Tongyi bit his lip. He didn't feel offended by the sentence about the death of the country, but the sentence of execution killed him in his heart.

After the pirates entered the country and massacred, 60,000 people died in Jinzhou alone. Li Yan and others along the way, the skinny starvation on the side of the road, the dead corpses of crows hanging on the tree, I don't know how many.

"There are ghosts."

Li Yan touched his chest with no trace.

"That would be better ..."

...

At night, more than six hours away from Li Yan and others

To the west of Pyongyang's city walls, Vasjo is staggered in Zhuangzi.

"So, the real two of them separated from the army and said they caught up with us, and then ... they died like this. How can I tell Mr. Kuroda?"

The man was wearing a plain white Wu suit with light cloud embroidery on it.

The white neck and long fingers had the taste of sake. He looked at the wet corpse scooped up from his eyes, and Ruya's face was a little embarrassed.

"It floated down the glacier, probably something like the Korean Volunteers." The warrior beside the man shrugged.

"Treat the traces so cleanly, not like the gang of black people." The man shook his head gently. "It's a regular army."

"So, do you want to chase?" The samurai asked.

"Of course, I will go in person and give me five of them in red. They are not many, or we will meet on our way."

The yellow bucket crackled into the well.

The cracked twine was overwhelmed with cracks, and clear water leaked from the side of the bucket.

The man took a scoop and took a sip, which was cool and refreshing.

He looked satisfied, beckoned, and two pirates grabbed a young boy under ten and threw it into the well.

"Fill it up."

The man turned and turned, and behind him was the burning flame.

He squatted down, and his index finger passed the corpse's throat into his mouth.

The clean nails were covered with frozen blood, and the entrance was sharp.

He looked surprised.

"Good knife."

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