This is My Juggernaut Journey

There is no ability to stop it, so why bother to make irresponsible remarks as a 'white lotus'.

"Yes, let him make the decision!" Yongzhen replied firmly, holding his right hand empty, as if pinching the handle of a knife, but unfortunately he couldn't participate in it from his own standpoint.

The silver moonlight shines in from the square window, the boy sitting with his knees hugged, the girl with a worried face, all silent, waiting for the fate to come.

"Hmph, it's finally here."

In another remote room hundreds of meters away, the sword master with fluttering silver hair had his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes were staring directly at the torches outside the city, and behind him was Genichiro who left angrily.

The conversation between grandparents and grandchildren collapsed again, and Yixin neither allowed either party to make a move first, nor did he allow Genichiro to make a fuss about Miko.

If it's an ordinary 'Tai Shang Huang', the king really wouldn't talk to him, but this Wei Ming Yi Xin not only has a high reputation, but his ability to kill people is extremely high.

It seems that the two are not helping each other, but in fact they have encircled Genichiro to death. The outcome of the one-year agreement has been decided, and he seems to suddenly keep his promise.

"But the final victory is still up to you to win. Genichiro will not be caught without a fight. Damn kid, dare to threaten the old man."

Smiling and cursing against the cold winter wind, he turned and walked into the house with all his heart. He put on a bamboo hat, a mask, and a coir raincoat, and the barefoot tengu reappeared in the world.

Clang——

The long sword on the knife rest was unsheathed, and Yixin's fingers slid gently on the blade, with a murderous intent.

"You little devils, fight slowly, old man, it's better to go and kill all those mice that fish in troubled waters first!"

Putting the sword back into its sheath, the Tengu has disappeared into the vast night.

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Miko is waiting, Genichiro is still fighting in a corner, and Yixin has already embarked on a journey of killing.

As the mastermind behind the entire Weiming Kingdom, Yuzuru is indeed standing outside the gate.

The trenches have been dug and the tents have been set up. Except for dozens of people guarding the house, the rest of the Pingtian people have gathered here, including mercenaries, exactly two hundred.They built a simple camp under the instruction of Yuxian, as if they were going to fight for a long time.

It's like a sit-in petition, waiting for the officials and gentlemen of Weiming country to come out to give an explanation, but these people are completely different from the unruly people's petition.

Swords and guns were shining coldly, and many people were carrying muskets. Those muskets smuggled out from the inner palace were at least one generation more advanced than Weiming's army, and they were fully armed to 'appeal'.Moreover, these people did not go on hunger strike. After setting up the tent, a bonfire was quickly lit in the central open space, directed by Yuxian himself, and a dozen people were roasting chicken.

The huge Weiming chicken is plucked, scalded, then coated with fat and smoked on the fire. As time goes by, the thick sound of fat and the fragrance of wood are mixed together, and the smell is better than that of Franc machine guns. Also hit morale.

Wei Mingjun, who eats rice balls all day long, has never smelled this scent. He has been busy with these Hirata people for most of the night, standing outside the trench with weapons, hungry and tired, while those goddamn Hirata people are actually roasting inside. chicken!

The offensive order was delayed, and resentment gradually turned into envy. The distance between the two sides was only tens of meters, and it was too unfair to blow the cold wind in this wilderness while others were full of food.

"Team leader, the eyes of those Wei Ming soldiers are turning green, they won't launch an attack, right?"

While cutting the chicken legs, Inosuke pointed at the onlookers outside, and his whole body was hairy from those eyes.

"Don't worry, if they really want to fight, they would have started on the way, why wait for us to fix the camp." Yuzuru was eating meat, not afraid at all, just waiting for Xianichiro and those people to go up and down to waste energy Bar.

Now that I have enough to eat and drink, I will be able to use my best state to kill people later!

"But I feel that their endurance has reached a critical point..."

"Don't panic, didn't you see those ashigaru generals and samurai generals trying their best to stabilize their emotions?" Yuzuru saw Yamauchi Shikibe Tokatsu, Matsumoto Uizou and others, they all smiled wryly, but had to run back and forth to control army.

At this time, he saw a commotion in the Wei Ming army, and heard the heavy hoofbeats beside his ears. He wiped his hands and stood up.

"Besides, this is the best way to attract the opponent's general. I don't want to have a few days of cold wind outside the city. Go, find me twenty iron gunners."

The huge figure of the Ghost Punishment Department has emerged from the night, and the toothpick-like Fubuki in Yuzuru's hand is not a threat at all, but soon, Genichiro brings the musketeers, and the flintlocks in their hands are fired by thunder mercury. Considering that this is the end of the Warring States Period, it can be called science fiction.

So Yuzuru, who only held a Taidao, met Weiming Kingdom's number one fierce general, the Ghost Punishment Department known as 'Weiming Lu Bu' head-on, seeing the huge spear without any guilt.

My lord, times have changed...

Hongmeng Pavilion 2⑥ 3④

PS: Speaking of which, I was shocked when I saw Thunder Mercury in the game. This is a product of the 18th century. No wonder Wei Ming, a group of monsters from the Neifu, crawled all over the ground.

Wealth depends on technology, poverty depends on variation, technology is the primary productive force!

Chapter 79 The Golden Cicada Escapes its Shell

Of course, the Wei Ming army couldn't just watch Hirata's people having a bonfire party under the city. Even if there was no order to attack, the upper-level warriors would feel embarrassed.They wanted to drag Hirata's morale down and collapse on their own, but they never thought that Yuzuru would bring all the guys.

All the firewood, rice, oil and salt are available, and they look like they are going to fight for a long time. It is estimated that Wei Ming's army, which is sleeping in the wilderness, will collapse first.

Tick ​​Tick Tick...

Amidst the sound of heavy horseshoes, the besieging army made way to the two sides, allowing the burly generals to come forward.As a samurai, as a patriarch of the country, as the leader of the seven guns, the status of the Ghost Punishment Department is several steps higher than Xiao and others, and it is the real high-level.

His huge figure appeared in the moonlight and the light of the torch, wearing an antler pocket, wearing a black lining with red lacquer armor, and a white fur cloak stained red with blood, holding a crossbow in one hand, walking slowly come.

Ferocious, powerful, and full of oppressive force, under the aura of Bai Zhan, most people would feel cold when looking directly at it, not to mention that the Ghost Punishment Department deliberately walked slowly, like a mountain slowly pressing down.

call-

Amid the howling sound of 'Ghost Deer Hair', he stopped in front of the ditch, even though his horse was strong, he did not dare to jump over it, because...

Those bastards put rejection horses on the opposite side!

The corners of the eyes of the Ghost Punishment Division's pockets twitched, and the momentum had not yet reached its peak. Fortunately, he saw a commotion in the camp, and the black-clothed swordsman took the initiative to greet him.

The almost 1.7-meter figure and the toy-like sword in his hand were not taken seriously by the fierce general, but he didn't sneer, but the twitching of the corners of his eyes became more violent.

Because Yuzuru was also followed by guards, but not those useless swordsmen who could only eat ashes. They had samurai in belly fat, ninjas in black night clothes, and even bald monks, but there was one thing that was the same.

There is an iron cannon on the back, and a hand gun in the waist!