I teach kendo in Tokyo

Yi Mingmin was very nervous at this time, and the radio was in chaos, filled with the screams of his comrades who were ignited by incendiary bombs.

Yi Mingmin has gone through rigorous training and is an elite selected from ten thousand. He has had actual combat experience several times, but this is the first time he has seen this scene.

Compared with this time, the previous actual combat was nothing more than child's play.

The enemy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and they had no idea what the enemy's true form was. If the Japanese police mobile team came in, Yi Mingmin would not be as unsure as he is now.

Now he saw everything as enemies hiding, and the darkness around him seemed to hide thousands of troops.

There was a voice in Yi Mingmin's heart shouting: Shoot, no matter what it is, if you see something suspicious, just shoot it!

Just then, the radio started playing music.

Yi Mingmin looked up at the nearest loudspeaker in confusion - why should music be played? What is Captain Li thinking?

**

a few minutes ago.

Kodō Takamiyama, a junior student in the Department of Applied Physics at Kyoto University, along with two junior students from the Radio Department of the same university, and a junior student from the Physics Department of Osaka University who came to support them, cut off the control of the broadcast system, and then The line was pulled to a temporary broadcasting station that was modified with a telephone landline, a tape recorder, and equipment requisitioned from the Light Music Department.

The circuit is finished. The classmate from Osaka University, who was responsible for the circuit work, said while giving a thumbs up to Takamiyama Akira.

Takamiyama Akira picked up the phone receiver, which had been changed into a microphone: I am Colonel Muska. We are conducting operations to save everyone. Anyone who is capable, please join us...

Wait a minute, who is Colonel Muska? The man from Osaka University interrupted Takamiyama Akira.

My pen name. Takamiyama Akira said.

What the hell? Also, I haven't heard of this announcement. Isn't it about playing music to disturb the enemy?

My declaration is also part of disrupting the enemy.

Okay, put on the music, it's a pot of porridge down there, no one will listen to your declaration.

Indeed, but I'm halfway through my declaration, you have to let me finish, right? Otherwise, everyone will feel that we are unreliable...

Don't worry, the person from Osaka University showed a proud smile, You just picked up the receiver to speak, and I cut the broadcast for you. There may be a few slow-cut areas that heard your first two or three words, no. Tighten up.

Listen, don't do unnecessary things, follow Kiryu-sama's plan and execute it properly!

The students at Osaka University directly gave Kazuma an awesome honorific. However, no one present felt that there was anything wrong with this honorific.

Takamiyama curled his lips, reluctantly put down the receiver, pressed the button, and started playing music - he was inspired by the song Horatius on the Bridge by Kiryu and Ma Kei, and chose a very Roman song. music.

You Will Return Like Lightning was written by the Greeks in memory of Constantine XI, and Horatius was also a hero of Rome and the hero of the Roman Republic.

Speaking of Rome, of course it must be a republic. A non-republican Rome is just a poor imitation of Rome's former glory.

**

Yi Mingmin was distracted by the music that suddenly played. He realized that he now had a very big flaw and might be caught.

The moment he realized this, he immediately broke into a cold sweat. Veterans all said that losing your focus on the battlefield will cost you your life.

Yi Mingmin hurriedly regained his attention and braced himself——

Then he saw the darkness ahead rushing toward him.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was someone who came out of the darkness.

The man was holding a bright Japanese sword, which made Yi Mingmin feel confused. If the other person had held a gun, he might have reacted.

Why do you still use Japanese swords in this era? At this critical moment, Yi Mingmin only had this thought in his mind.

But his body, which had undergone a lot of training, still responded correctly, turning the muzzle of the gun and pulling the trigger.

The gun didn't go off.

Mainly because Yi Mingmin has lost the finger that can hold the trigger.

Normally, after cutting off Yi Mingmin's fingers, the knife would get stuck on the gun, but the person who did it was extremely skilled in knife skills and could control the distance very well. The blade just cut off Yi Mingmin's fingers, and the tip of the knife cut off the gun. When passing through the plastic shell of the M16, only a shallow scratch was left.

Before Yi Mingmin realized that he could no longer pull the trigger, his brain finally realized that he should shoot and issued the command to pull the trigger.

The sword flashed again, and this time it was Yi Mingmin's wrist that was disconnected.

Watching the blood from the hand artery spurting out from the section, Yi Mingmin's brain finally caught up with the rhythm of his body, so he began to scream.

At this time, Yi Mingmin's partner, who was guarding the other direction, realized that something happened on Yi Mingmin's side. He turned around and shot directly. However, this actually harmed him, because the other attacker was waiting for him to turn around.

The other attacker's sword skills were obviously not as superb as the first one's, but the wide open and close sword skills were so powerful that the light of the sword flashed past an arm and was gone.

The M16, which lost its restraints, raised its muzzle due to the recoil and fired upwards.

Yi Mingmin was stabbed in the chest at this time. The blade penetrated his pectoralis major muscle, passed through the gap between the two ribs, and pierced his lung.

Blood surged up along his windpipe, and the salty smell of death filled his mouth.

Yi Mingmin realized that he was about to die. He used his last strength to shout out the clearest thought that passed through his mind at this moment: Mom...

**

Kiryu Kazuma pulled out Kotetsu and shouted to the enemy who fell to the ground: You can support yourself first, and I will find someone to treat you right away.

Jinma Jian was shocked: Is this person dead? Are you still looking for someone to treat him?

No, I avoided all the important points.

Damn it, if you cut off a person's hand, you can kill him just by bleeding him.

No, he's not dead yet. He called his mother just now. I heard him clearly. Kazuma said as he rushed towards the next group of enemies.

Due to broadcasting and various reasons, the other group of enemies did not realize that their companions had been touched.

If they found something wrong now and turned their guns to fire in this direction, at this distance, Kazuma and Kenichi would have no choice but to avoid the edge temporarily.

Now the two of them were hunched over, holding knives in one hand and running towards the enemy.

And for some unknown reason, both of them subconsciously imitated the running postures of the swordsmen in sword and halberd movies when they were in continuous killing formations.

This posture may not necessarily make you run faster, but it is really cool.

The enemy still noticed Kazuma when they were still taking the last few steps.

Kazuma heard the enemy shout something in Korean.

He saw the enemy turning his gun around, and decisively decided to give up the assault to avoid its sharp edge——

However, at this time, a man suddenly stood up on the roof of the enemy's booth on the left. This man held a Coke bottle in his hand and shouted: Eat my Molotov cocktail!

Without saying a word, the two Koreans turned their guns and fired at the roof.

However, after the man shouted, he had already retracted and hid behind the only iron part of the roof. The bullets tore through the roof made of cardboard and plastic, clanging on the iron plate and creating a series of sparks.

The next moment, Kazuma, who gave up dodging and chose to charge straight, rushed into the range where the sword could attack.

He swung the knife with one hand, slashing from bottom to top, and the tip of the knife just glanced at the enemy's wrist.

——Damn it, this Kotetsu is a little shorter than the authentic one, it’s really hard to control the distance!

Sometimes a swordsman likes to use one knife all the time. It's not that he just loves that knife, but that he is used to the length and weight of that knife.

Many swordsmen in history, when using their favorite swords, it is like opening the swastika, and using other swords will directly transform them into mortals.

Kazuma used a knife that he was not familiar with, and as a result, he often hit the point when cutting. This time, the enemy only injured his left hand. He turned around and held the gun with one hand to give Kazuma a look, so Kazuma could only continue Make up for it with a knife.

The enemy's gun finally fell to the ground, and he himself made a sound that was unclear whether it was a scream or a war cry, and rushed towards Kazuma, as if he wanted to take back the city from Kazuma's hands with his teeth.

Kazuma kicked the enemy to the ground.

Next! Kazuma turned and shouted to Kenichi Konma, Just destroy the combat effectiveness. Quick! We must kill the eight people assigned to us before the enemy reacts!

Konma Ken nodded, and the two rushed to the next post again.

When passing by the booth where the person who had just attracted attention was, Kazuma raised his head and asked, Are you okay?

The man on the roof stretched out a hand and shook the Coke bottle in his hand.

Kazuma thought he had just thrown the Coke bottle as an incendiary bomb, but he didn't expect that he was reluctant to part with the Coke left in the bottle.

This guy is a bit interesting.

Looking back, everything is over, maybe we can get to know each other.

**

The hostage Hiroyuki Nakama was locked in an office with several colleagues from the convention and exhibition center. Also locked in the same office were many new faces that Hiroyuki Nakama did not recognize.

He estimated that all the unlucky ones who didn't have time to run around in the exhibition hall today were here.

An hour and a half ago, several girls wearing uniforms from the convenience store at the Convention and Exhibition Center came over and gave a wave of bread and water to Hiroyuki Nakama and others.

Originally, Hiroyuki Nakama expected that there would be a note hidden in the bread and water, with a message calling for a series of resistance or something like that - but he rummaged through the bread and water and didn't see such a thing.

Sure enough, that kind of movie plot can't happen in reality.

As soon as Hiroyuki Nakama thought this, the riots started.

At the beginning of the explosion, Hiroyuki Chuma thought it was the kidnappers making trouble to threaten the government.

Then the situation became chaotic. There were constant explosions, screams and gunshots outside the office. An old senior in the next department who was about to retire lamented that he seemed to be back on the Guadalcanal front line.

Hiroyuki Nakama originally wanted to ask what happened, so he knocked on the office door.

The gangster guarding outside the office said impatiently: Xiba, what's wrong with you? Can't you just stay quietly?

Well, we want to ask what happened. It sounds very confusing. Hiroyuki Nakama tried his best to maintain politeness and decency.

However, what he was waiting for was not a reply from outside, but the sound of gunshots.

Along with the sound of Xiba, a gun rang out. For a moment, Zhong Ma Bo thought that he had been beaten to death by the gangsters through the door, but then he realized that he was not the target of the gangsters.

Outside the corridor, the M16 fired about seven or eight rounds, and the sound of gunfire was replaced by screams.

This was followed by the sound of a blunt instrument hitting him.

After two very thick puchs, the corridor became quiet.

Are there employees from the convention and exhibition center inside?

A very young voice came from outside.

Zhongma Bo was ecstatic. He didn't know what happened. It seemed that someone had knocked down the guard at the door.

Just as he was about to respond to the outside, the broadcast started for no reason.

I am……

A voice that Hiroyuki Nakama had never heard came from the radio speaker.

After saying I am, the broadcast ended abruptly.

Hiroyuki Nakama thought in confusion: What the hell? What's the situation now?

The next moment, the radio restarted again, but this time no one spoke, and music was played directly.

Hiroyuki Nakama had never heard of this song, but one of his colleagues recognized it: This is you coming back like lightning? Why are you playing this song?

Maybe it sounds impressive? another person guessed.

Just when Hiroyuki Chuma wanted to participate in the discussion among his colleagues, the person outside the door repeated the question again.

Then there was another voice encouraging the questioner: Maybe the enemy noticed that we were using convenience store workers to spy on the military and temporarily changed the location of the detention. How about we withdraw?

Only then did Hiroyuki Chuma finally remember what was important now.

Someone is inside! Someone is inside! Zhongma Bozhi shouted repeatedly, Don't retreat, get us out quickly!

Several voices shouted outside at the same time: There are people! Dig them out quickly!

Then the person who had just asked Nakama Hiroyuki said: Please step back, we have to open this door to avoid accidentally injuring some of you.

After hearing this, Zhongma Hiroyuki’s colleagues ran back, shouting as they ran: “They are going to blow up the door, retreat quickly!”

Before Zhongma Bozhi Sayazi could start running, a fire ax penetrated the door of the office and cut a hole out of the door panel.

To be honest, this scene is a bit disturbing, and Hiroyuki Nakama doesn't know why he feels this way.

A few seconds later, half of the seemingly impenetrable door to the office was smashed, leaving only the lock that the robbers had repaired and hung intact on the door.

Soon, only the lock on the office door was intact.

People dressed as college students stepped into the room and stepped on the melody that I returned like lightning: Guys, we are evacuating the people through the safe passage. Please follow me. The girls who are convenient but said that there are injured here, who are they? ?”

Nakama Hiroshi looked at the hospital bed formed by the tables put together and said, That's the one on the table.

The college student turned around and winked, so two college students came in with folding stretchers - places like the Convention and Exhibition Center deal with tourists suffering from heatstroke from time to time, so first aid equipment such as folding stretchers were prepared.

The college students quickly carried the injured away.

Hiroyuki Nakama followed the wounded man's stretcher directly out of the large office where he had been detained for more than four hours. As soon as he walked out, he was almost hit by the smell of burnt meat.

He took a closer look and saw something that looked like a human being burning on the ground. The strong nausea made him almost vomit on the spot.

At this time, the college student who rescued people took an M16 and asked loudly: This is a captured weapon. Are there any former self-defense officers here?

Hiroyuki Nakama raised his hand: I am.

The college student threw the gun to Hiroyuki Nakama: Then you use it. Kiryu-sama said that if we untrained people use guns indiscriminately, we will not only fail to hit people, but also put our own people in danger.

Hiroyuki Nakama nodded: Master Kiryu is right.

As he spoke, he took the M16 handed by the college student and checked it skillfully.

At this time, he heard his colleague muttering: Kiryu... is it Kazuma Kiryu?

Who?

It's the one in the newspaper, the one that was super popular some time ago.

Oh, I remember, the one who said he was the successor of modern ninjutsu?

Suddenly, the college student who had just been calling Kiryu-sama roared angrily, interrupting the chat of Chuma Hiroyuki's friends: Is this the time for chatting? The enemy is powerful, and Kiryu-sama is trying his best to attract the enemy's attention. I’ll create a chance for you to escape! Don’t be disrespectful! Move quickly and retreat as soon as possible!”

**

At the same time, Kiryu Kazuma completed his share by mowing down the last enemy assigned to him.

While wiping the knife, he turned to look at Kenichi Konma, but suddenly found that Kenichi Konma's expression was a bit complicated.

Kazuma thought for a while and felt that it could only be that reason, so he said: You will not get used to killing people for the first time. Even if you know that it is legitimate defense and know how to kill villains, you cannot avoid this.

Kenichi Konma turned to look at Kazuma: Is this your personal experience?

No, Kazuma shook his head, You may not believe it, but I haven't killed anyone yet. Although all the enemies so far are damn dead, none of them were killed by me.

Kenichi Konma glanced at the unconscious enemy at Kazuma's feet.

This enemy was obviously on the verge of hemorrhage and shock, but Kazuma did not take any rescue measures. Considering that the current situation would inevitably lead to him not being sent to the hospital in time, this enemy was probably in danger.

Senior, you don't want to say that as long as it doesn't cause death directly, it doesn't count as your killing, right? Kenichi Konma asked.

Kazuma shook his head: No. I'll tell you the truth...

Before Kazuma could say anything, a large figure fell from the sky, and when he landed, Kazuma felt as if the mountain was shaking.

At this time, Kazuma's eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and he recognized at a glance that the guy who fell from the sky was none other than Li Zhenghe.

As soon as Li Zhenghe landed, he started to applaud: It's amazing, it's amazing! You organized such a riot in such a short time. Your efficiency is much better than that of the CIA or something like that.

Thanks to your presence for constantly reminding me that even if I delay for a second, innocent people may die. Kazuma said coldly, while putting the polished knife back into its sheath - he had already crossed I have become more and more accustomed to pursuing a sense of ritual. At this time, sheathing the sword first is an integral part of the sense of ritual.

Kazuma held the already sheathed Kotetsu, stared at Li Zhenghe and said coldly:

We haven't decided the outcome of this afternoon's match yet.

Kazuma said as he slowly pulled out the sword that had just been sheathed.

With every inch it is pulled out, the crescent-like arc grows one inch longer.

It happened to hit us now. Come on, only one of you and I can get out of this stadium alive.

Li Zhenghe laughed loudly, and then took out two Rebela pistols from the holster in his waistband.

He said: Just what I want!