"I'll send someone to investigate." Yang Er turned to leave, and after a while, he took the two dragon guards into the distance and ran in the direction where the gunshots were heard. In this direction, Yamaguchi Fukada was depressed and smashed his fist straight to the ground, and some stones were also smashed to pieces under the huge force, but he himself did not seem to feel it at all.

Samurai are not as good as ninjas, they can borrow things around them, plus their own agility and speed, etc., to hide their body and achieve the role of approaching the target at the closest distance, so that they are more good at assassination.

In contrast, the samurai are more powerful in the front, but they are only normal and powerful, and every time they want to get close to their target, they have to make some great noise. Just like now, as soon as they made a decision, they were seen by the dragon guard in charge of perimeter security as soon as they appeared, and after a warning to no avail, they shot directly, and dozens of samurai who rushed to the front were killed on the ground in the shouting of killing.

At least three hundred meters away, the death of the samurai frightened Yamaguchi Fukada, and he was forced to reluctantly let the other samurai lie on the ground, trying not to expose their bodies as much as possible. But at the same time, there is resentment.

Like this kind of opponent who can't reach at all, he has a sense of powerlessness, and under such feelings, how can he be in a good mood.

"Captain, let's retreat, the muskets in the hands of those people are too powerful, and they can fire continuously, we can only send us to death if we rush forward." A samurai squad leader, who was also a close associate of Fukada Yamaguchi, climbed next to him and spoke.

Want to retreat?

Yamaguchi Fukada is unwilling. This time their appearance was so sudden, but they couldn't get close to the target, and they didn't even see Yang Chendong's true appearance, if they even gave up such an opportunity, it is conceivable that it would be even more difficult to assassinate them in the future.

But if you don't retreat now, what's the difference between lying here and waiting for death. Once a long time passes, attracting more five-star troops to appear, won't he have no chance to withdraw if he wants to?

Fukada Yamaguchi, who was entangled for a while, finally made the decision to retreat and look for opportunities for the safety of his subordinates. And at this time, he unexpectedly found that the five-star army with muskets on the opposite side began to retreat.

"Huh? What's going on? Yamaguchi Fukada was puzzled at first, but then he thought of something and became laughable. I know, it must be that the other party's musket is out of gunpowder, or there is not enough gunpowder, otherwise, how could they retreat when they have the upper hand? ”

Sensing that he knew the truth, Yamaguchi Fukada's whole body was full of strength again, and after a shout, he ordered his subordinate samurai to get up and rush forward.

Just for the sake of safety, only a few dozen samurai got up this time, and they were also guarding against each other's muskets, not wanting to lose too much.

Dozens of samurai stood up and rushed forward with their katana swords. The five-star army on the opposite side really just blindly retreated, only occasionally firing back with a shot or two, far less dense and confident than before.

All this fell into the eyes of Yamaguchi Fukada, and it all made him excited. With a shout, all the samurai under his command got up and rushed forward in a frenzy.

Yang Chendong was standing in a clearing at the bottom of the mountain, and to his left and right stood a hundred dragon guards. At this moment, each of them is holding the ninety-five style in their hands, and they look proud.

In front of them, the fifty dragon guards in charge of the periphery were rapidly retreating and retreating, until they retreated to Yang Chendong's side, and the person in charge, Peng Yue, took the initiative to say with a smile: "Sixth Young Master, the task of luring the enemy has been successfully completed. ”

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"Good." Yang Chendong nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This retreat was certainly not due to a lack of bullets. After the assassination incident under the Yongding Gate in Kyoto, Beiming, when traveling with Yang Chendong, the dragon guards were equipped with enough bullets. Two hundred people are also comfortable in the face of ten times the enemy, not to mention that this time they are only three times the enemy, six hundred enemies, how can there be not enough bullets.

But he still made a move to retreat, in order to destroy all the other party, once they let them escape, back to Heiankyo, that is the biggest security risk.

How did Yamaguchi Fukada know, seeing that he was approaching the mission goal step by step, and the other party only had more than a hundred people, which was a quarter of his own troops, he couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and sigh, this is an opportunity for God to give them great merit.

When the distance between the two sides was only two hundred meters, Yamaguchi Fukada approached step by step with a resolute look on his face, and the speed was still very fast, one hundred and eighty meters... One hundred and fifty meters... Soon it was one hundred and twenty meters.

At this distance, a person with some strength is already a shooting distance under a strong bow. Finally, the dragon guards lifted the originally drooping muzzles one by one, and with Yang Er's order, bursts of flames erupted from the muzzles and fell on the warriors on the opposite side one by one, forming dots of blood.

It's a blood flower, not a snowflake. And with the appearance and production of these blood flowers, one after another samurai fell in the middle of the impact, and the team of nearly six hundred people, after several waves of attacks, the remaining people were less than two hundred.

With such a fast speed of death, Yamaguchi Fukada couldn't help but drip blood in his heart after seeing it. This is the result of years of hard work, and only then did these six hundred elites be trained, but now, they didn't even touch the opponent's shirt, and they couldn't even see the opponent's appearance clearly, so they died one by one, and this result was unacceptable.

"You go back, and the others will rush with me." Wanting to leave a seed of hope for the samurai, Fukada Yamaguchi gritted his teeth and gave an order, forcing a team of fifty people to retreat, and he himself still rushed forward resolutely, even if he was going to die, he would die on the way to charge, so as not to disgrace their bushido spirit.

It's just that the next scene that makes Yamaguchi Fukada have the urge to vomit blood again. Just behind them, the fifty samurai he thought were seeded turned around when fifty dragon guards suddenly appeared behind them.

These fifty people were outflanked in a roundabout way after the battle began, and appeared with the idea of annihilating the enemy. Under the leadership of Badaojiang, the fifty people shot with their guns, just like they usually practice shooting, but the difference is that they hit the target during training, but now they are shooting the real enemy.

Fifty against fifty, the battle ended very quickly. Just heard

The sound of gunshots, after turning his head, what Yamaguchi Fukada saw was the scene of all the retreating team members dying. At this time, there were less than ten samurai still standing beside him, and this was because the dragon guards showed mercy and did not continue to treat them as targets, otherwise, none of them would survive. At this moment, the distance between the two sides is less than 80 meters.

At a distance of 80 meters, it is still the 95-style advantage, completely controlling the situation. Yang Er finally spoke: "You guys, surrender." ”

This sentence, Yang Er shouted out in the Japanese language, although it was a little suffocating, but it was enough for the other party to understand what he was talking about.

"Surrender?" Yamaguchi Fukada's already crazy face continued to twist. There is nothing more worthy of humiliation for a samurai than surrender.

Ninjas can surrender, but samurai cannot, which has a lot to do with their usual training requirements and education. At this moment, Yamaguchi Fukada first shook his head, and then shouted loudly with all his strength, "I have heard for a long time that all the soldiers of the Five-Star Army can fight well, but I don't know if I dare to fight with one of us in close combat, let us see your means and abilities?" ”

Such a scene often happens in later TV dramas. And often when the actor who is the villain says this, the almighty protagonist will appear, either holding a big knife, or holding a red cherry gun to go into battle alone, and kill several Japanese robbers in a row after a few answers, which can be described as very happy.

It's just that it's just a TV effect. No one would do that in reality, so is it fun to risk yourself?

Again. When the Japanese are surrounded by the Han people, how many of them will choose to fight you alone? Or is it not a rush of gunfire that ends the opponent's life?

"Idiot." Listening to Yamaguchi Fukata's challenging words, Yang Chendong's lips opened lightly and spit out these two words.

Yang Er, who had been by his side for a long time and had long known what the young master's personality was, also smiled, and this idiot had an order to shoot in his ears. I saw that his right arm was first raised high, and then fell quickly, bringing with him the sound of gunfire.

Poor Yamaguchi Fukata, in the end, he didn't even touch the corner of a dragon guard's clothes, so he was shot several times and died, even when he died, his eyes were still wide, and he looked like he was dead.

A total of 603 bodies were found, including two intelligence officers from the Japanese state. For their treatment, Yang Chendong casually ordered someone to dig a big pit and bury it. This very sharp knife in the eyes of Ashikaga Yoshimasa represents a very powerful existence in the eyes of many Japanese people, and it really will not be put in Yang Chendong's eyes at all, they are just countless assassins and killers who want to kill themselves, but in the end they are killed, and then they become dead corpses, and they really can't arouse the slightest interest.

Because this incident happened outside the city, it did not cause any movement, only some high-ranking officials of the Five-Star Army knew about it, and Matsumoto Kazama, who had just returned from San'in Michi, was also fortunate to know the news, and he was shocked and indifferent.

Ninjas and samurai have always existed as if they were two mortal enemies. They became two sharp swords in the hands of the great general Ashikaga Yoshimasa, but wherever the soldiers pointed, no one could stop them.