Da Ming started to ascend the throne

"Crack..."

He just wanted to say that the second elder's head would be cut off in the end, but Zhang Shantang's machete cut off his head.

Liu Fengxiang was also not to be outdone. Just as Zhang Shantang beheaded the native, Liu Fengxiang had already cut the native in half with the machete in his hand.

The scene in front of them was beyond the expectations of the other aborigines, and they were stunned at the time.

It wasn't until Zhang Shantang and Liu Fengxiang rushed in front of them that they yelled loudly and fought the two elders with their small knives.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Pfft..."

I thought that five people would definitely kill two old men, but when they fought, the two old men hacked and killed three of them.

The always arrogant aborigine was completely killed by two old men. Now the remaining two aborigines didn't dare to fight, they turned around and ran away.

The two elders looked at each other, but instead of chasing them, they bent down to pick up the weapons thrown away by the natives on the ground, and threw them fiercely.

"Pfft..."

The two Xiaogang knives melted into two cold lights, and they were inserted accurately from the backs of the two natives.

The aborigine's back was suddenly hit by something, and then he felt a burst of coldness. He looked down and found a half-foot-long knife point protruding from his chest.

"what……"

"what……"

The two natives yelled and fell forward to die.

Zhang Shantang and Liu Fengxiang raised their hands and slapped each other to encourage each other, and then wiped the blood from the machete on the corpse of the aborigine.

"Quick, hurry up and enter the tunnel, the natives are coming."

The two elders killed six aborigines and immediately urged the Chinese to quickly enter the tunnel, while they continued to guard outside the tunnel with machetes in hand.

At this time, countless indigenous corpses had fallen on the ground in the front yard. They were either cut in half or had their heads cut off. There was definitely a river of blood flowing in the yard.

Fifty Jinyiwei and more than 100 Ding became mountains that blocked the progress of the aborigines, making it impossible for them to climb over for a while.

But there are too many natives, and behind them are Japanese mercenaries.

At this time, these Japanese ronin had become a colonist supervisory team, and they brandished samurai swords to urge the aborigines to come forward and fight.

Seeing some of the natives backing away, the Japanese rogues swung their knives and chopped off the heads of the retreating natives without hesitation. In the hearts of this group of Japanese rogues, the natives were also a lowly group.

As the number of Chinese people decreased, the corpses in the yard piled up higher and higher. More than a dozen servants of the four major families had died in battle, and more than 100 people had been injured.

However, the injuries of these 50 people were not serious. They were all scratched by the native swords. They were all red-eyed and unaware of their injuries.

As for the Jinyiwei led by Zhan Zhao, no one has died in battle, only a few people have been injured.

After all, they are all selected by the army and the elites in the arena, and they are not comparable to the members of the four major families.

Seeing that the number of Chinese is getting smaller and smaller, the Japanese vagrants are impatient. That is a big cake in their eyes, and they must not be allowed to run away.

"A bunch of trash, make way for me, the younger ones will follow!"

Takejuro Yamamoto, the leader of the Japanese ronin, led more than 100 Japanese ronin, left the natives in front and rushed into the courtyard.

Seeing that this group of people was a bit extraordinary, Zhan Zhao hurriedly told his servants to retreat.

"The family brothers of the four major families retreat, let's deal with these bastards."

But the servants were all red-eyed at this moment, and they couldn't listen to Cheng Zhao's words at all, so they swung their knives and rushed into the ronin formation.

The two sides fought together in an instant, and it was a tie for a moment. Takejuro Yamamoto drew his samurai sword and went straight to Zhan Zhao.

He has already seen that Zhan Zhao is the leader here, and only by killing Zhan Zhao first can they get close to the Chinese in the backyard.

The embroidered spring knife in Zhan Zhao's hand was dripping with blood, and he looked at the rogue from the Japanese country with cold eyes.

As the Imperial Guard of the Ming Dynasty, Zhan Zhao could tell that his opponent was a Japanese rogue.

During the Jiajing period, the Japanese people who kept harassing Ming Dynasty in the southeast coast all wore this dress.

"Bage, all the humble Ming people will die for me."

Takejuro Yamamoto held the saber in both hands, rushed to Zhan Zhao quickly, and slashed at the top of Zhan Zhao's head.

Zhan Zhao didn't panic, he slammed the Xiuchun knife on the katana, and there was a loud noise when the swords intersected, and the katana was knocked out by the Xiuchun knife.

"kill"

Zhan Zhao shouted loudly, and the Xiuchun knife pierced Shan Ben's chest with a flash of cold light.

This knife was extremely fast, and Yamamoto hurriedly drew his knife to resist, but now the knife move suddenly changed, cutting Yamamoto's arm obliquely.

Yamamoto was taken aback, and hurriedly backed away, narrowly avoiding Zhan Zhao's knife.

But Zhan Zhao moved his feet, quickly followed Yamamoto, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

At this time, Yamamoto had just stood firmly beside him, and he had no time to dodge, and was knocked to the ground by Zhan Zhao's kick.

He deserved to be so unlucky that he just fell down beside a Jin Yiwei. The Jin Yiwei was overjoyed when he saw it, and he raised his embroidered spring knife and slashed at Shan Ben's neck.

"Crack..."

A huge head of Yamamoto rolled aside in an instant, kicked his legs twice, and a stream of blood spurted from his neck.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 559 Battle of the Plantation

Chapter 559 Battle of the Plantation

Seeing his subordinate chop off Yamamoto's head with a knife, Zhan Zhao gave his subordinate Jin Yiwei a compliment.

"Be careful sir..."

Just when Zhan Zhao gave his subordinate a thumbs up, his subordinate's complexion suddenly changed and he shouted at Zhan Zhao to be careful.

It turned out that a rogue from the Japanese country slipped behind Zhan Zhao, and stabbed Zhan Zhao's back with a samurai sword in his hand.

Even if his subordinates didn't remind him, Zhan Zhao also heard the movement behind him. A master like him almost always watched all directions and listened to all directions.