Fujisaburo and Toranosuke began to spurt blood from their mouths and noses, which was a symptom of the internal organs being pierced, and they were just a few bamboo poles, but they were as sharp as real knives and guns used on the battlefield.

"Why...... You guys...... Why ......" Toranosuke looked at the hideous-looking peasants in disbelief, he just couldn't understand why they were attacking him.

But Ryoma Sakamoto at the shrine suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a tragic incident that had occurred in Gyeonggi more than 200 years ago.

Akechi Mitsuhide, a famous general in Japan's Warring States period, his earliest servant was Mino Saito Michizo, and then followed Ashikaga Yoshiaki to Oda Nobunaga, which is often referred to as the sixth day demon king in later generations.

Under Oda Nobunaga, Akechi Mitsuhide made great contributions and was finally sealed in Omi Province. However, the famous general betrayed Oda Nobunaga for various reasons, and a rebellion broke out in Honnoji, and Oda Nobunaga committed suicide by betrayal.

But only ten days later, Yushiba Hideyoshi, who was fighting against the Maori family, rushed lightly and returned to Gyeonggi from the front line in six days, which is known in history as the 'Great Return of China' Of course, this China is not talking about the Ming Dynasty at that time, but about the territory of the Maori family, China.

Then came the famous Battle of Yamazaki, in which Akechi Mitsuhide was defeated by Hashiba Hideyoshi, and the rout protected him and fled to the mountains near Sakamoto Castle, where he was then killed by the mountain people, and the head was finally sacrificed to Hashiba Hideyoshi, who would become Sekihaku-sama.

Ryoma Sakamoto, who had lost all his strength due to excessive bleeding, lay on the ground and wept like rain, he knew what the peasants wanted to do, they just wanted the heads of the two samurai and sold them for a price.

That's right, the evil of human nature can be seen, and no one knows how much the head of Wise Mitsuhide was sold for in history, and it is not clear whether it was rewarded with a few samurai identities.

But one thing is for sure, the head of a samurai can be sold for money, and when the opportunity arises, it can even transform an ordinary peasant into a noble samurai.

In Japan, don't think that only soldiers slaughter the common people, and when the defeated soldiers and samurai flee with wounds, they are also fat sheep in the eyes of these peasants.

Ryoma Sakamoto knew that he and the heads of the two samurai outside would eventually become the spoils of these mountain people, and then they would carefully determine the value of the skull, and then find out who the winner was, and then sacrifice the head in exchange for a reward.

If you are in a good mood to catch up with the winner, you may also be rewarded with the status of a samurai, and the phenomenon of class solidification in Japan has continued for more than 200 years, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to improve their social status, and it is impossible without great opportunity.

And war is the best opportunity to change fate, not to mention that these mountain people are ignorant but they are actually the most shrewd, they are just a little cruel and cold-blooded.

Toranosuke used his last strength to cut off the bamboo spear, and then the whole person fell in a pool of blood, like a dying tiger, roaring with his last strength.

"Why? We, the shogunate, have guarded Japan for 200 years, why are you killing me!" The unwillingness and grief in the roar rushed straight to the sky, and the peasants retreated in fright, their faces full of horror.

But they couldn't understand what Toranosuke was saying, no one taught them morality, and they didn't want to learn it, and of course, as destitute people who couldn't even eat a full meal all year round, and only had a tattered crotch cloth on their bodies, morality was bullshit.

Desperately wielding the sword, Toranosuke slashed the bamboo spear on Fujizaburo's body, and when Fujisaburo fell into a pool of blood, Toranosuke realized that he was no longer breathing.

"Ahh

"Why? Why...... We fought with our lives for Japan, but why didn't I die on the battlefield in the end, but I died at the hands of these untouchables...... Why!"

At that moment, the heavens and the earth mourned together! The wind in the mountains and forests was loud!

Ryoma Sakamoto burst into tears, and he yelled, "That's why I want to reform Japan, we can't live like this anymore...... How can such an ignorant nation have a future?"

"Child, believe me! We just chose different paths, but we all have the same goal, we all want Japan to be better! Please believe me......

Some people say that when a person is dying, his mind will be very clear, and Toranosuke is like this, he had an epiphany before the last drop of blood was shed, and he heard sincerity in Ryoma-kun's voice.

"Ryoma-sama, I was wrong, I should believe you...... We are Japanese...... It's just too violent...... This will ruin our future ......"

After saying that, Toranosuke threw the long knife in his hand into the shrine with his backhand, and pulled out the ribs around his waist, "Good brother, I'll help you cut it off with your last breath, even if you die, I won't let you die in the hands of the untouchables!"

After saying that, he cut off Fuji Saburo's neck with a knife in his hand, and then he directly pierced his belly without the slightest hesitation.

The sharp ribs cut the belly from top to bottom, and then he endured the severe pain and stabbed sideways, and the perfect cross appeared on the belly, and the internal organs were exposed.

Toranosuke's eyes scanned the terrified mountain people like evil spirits, and he asked Sakamoto Ryoma softly, "Drift...... Isn't it pretty?"

Ryoma Sakamoto knew what he was asking, and Toranosuke was asking himself if the cut wound was not beautiful, and a perfect cross wound was the basic requirement for a samurai seppuku.

"Hai...... It's perfect...... It's a pity I can't make a mistake for you!...... "Ryoma-kun knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

"I didn't ...... Can't make a mistake?sigh...... What a pity......" Toranosuke used the last bit of strength to lift the bloody ribs and put them on his neck.

"Only...... Only yourself...... Introduce yourself to the wrong ......" The ribs of his slow breath almost broke the artery, and the blood arrow spurted out with a whoosh, and Toranosuke completed a perfect seppuku by himself.

Tiger Nosuke was only 18 years old that year, and Fujizaburo was only 17 years old, and they used their lives to interpret the way they pursued, that is, the way of the samurai.

At that moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were moved, the sun that had just emerged was blood-red and blood-red, the mountain wind in the mountains was whistling by, and there was a loud sound everywhere, like a ghost crying.

Sakamoto Ryoma was crying, and the mountain people knelt in front of the corpse and kowtowed desperately, they also knew that the two young men in front of them were real warriors, and warriors should be respected.

But what happened next made Sakamoto Ryoma completely furious, and he never expected that the group of mountain people would actually take out their knives and rush to the side of the corpse and cut the flesh.

"Yaga, you beasts, ......" Ryoma Sakamoto wanted to rush out like crazy, but his feet were weak and fell to the ground, and his lips were pale at this moment, which showed how serious the blood loss was.

"Woooooooooo......oo How can you do that...... You're beasts!" Ryoma Sakamoto watched as Toranosuke and Fujizaburo's flesh was eaten by the mountain people, and some even cut off large pieces of meat in an attempt to take home and share.

In the fierce mountain wind, Luo Huo and the soldiers of the sword drawing team led by him were the first to rush to the shrine, and when they saw everything in front of them, Luo Huo was the first to rush to the edge of the bamboo forest and vomited.

The swordsmen were also uncomfortable, the team was full of retching sounds, and those mountain people wanted to flee when they saw that so many soldiers were frightened, but Ryoma-kun roared in the shrine.

"Luo Huo, if you want to let one go, I'll break off your friendship!"

The swordsmen and other marines rushed over, punching and kicking the mountain people to a dehuman.

Noheita walked up to General Luo Huo and respectfully handed over a kettle, "General, drink some water!" There is indeed this custom in many regions of Japan, they think that if they eat the meat of a warrior, they themselves can become a warrior ......."

"This kind of thing is rare now, but it was common during the Warring States period, the flesh and blood of warriors became food for the mountain people, and the heads were enshrined, for them this is not cruelty, but a kind of faith!"

"Fuck! Faith?" Luo Huo stretched out his hand and pointed to the corpse that he couldn't see anymore, his palm twisted and changed a lot of shapes, and finally he couldn't say anything, he turned his head and vomited again.

"Go save Ryoma-sama...... Go and bandage the two bodies with white cloth...... I'm bound up with these damn untouchables...... What kind of bullshit faith is this, my God?"

Luo Huo didn't know that this was really a very old belief in Japan. In real history, in the history without Xiao Rakuten, these young warriors did not fight bloody battles under Osaka Castle, their battlefield was in Aizu Wakamatsu Castle.

During the Boshin War, these children fought until they despaired, and when the tide was over, the last 20 white tiger boys committed suicide en masse on the top of the prosperous mountain, and only one of them survived.

There is a superstitious belief among the local peasants that eating the flesh and blood of the brave can be powerful and protect their offspring with peace and health. So they ate the flesh and blood of the white tiger boys, and their heads were put in utensils to worship.

At this time, it was already bright, Xiao Letian rode a fast horse and soon came to the shrine, when he understood everything, he closed his eyes uncomfortably, and kept muttering in his mouth.

"History really has its own inertia, although I came, but I can't change everything, what should happen in history will still happen...... Damn, how can such a thing as eating human flesh happen the same......"

Xiao Lotian turned his head and glanced at Matsudaira Rongbao, sighed and said, "Bury these two teenagers, these beasts that eat human flesh, they will all be sacrificed to me alive in front of the young man's grave......"

"Death is not the end, find a stonemason to carve their kneeling statues, and atone for their sins forever at the graves of these two young men, and this matter must be carved into a stone tablet to record this extremely ignorant event forever!"

"Okay, now gather the other White Tiger Boys immediately, investigate immediately, I want to know the ins and outs of the whole thing......!

Matsudaira Yoho hurriedly nodded and ordered, "Hai, I'm going to do it here......

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