Looking at the soldiers of the Karatsu Domain who were in front of the city gate, Yao put his sword back into its scabbard, raised his hands and prepared to step forward.

Then he looked at a tall man in red with a beard on the other side... He also put his sword into its sheath, took a firearm from the hand of the attendant beside him, and pointed it at himself.

"Hey, hey, how long have I been..."

A gunshot interrupted him.

How long did Yaxiong turn his head stiffly, and a certain royal family member next to him was lying on the ground with his chest clutched, his body shaking, and he didn't look dead yet.

Ozaki stuffed the rifle back into Yamamoto's hand with some regret, and wondered if he was busy practicing the knife every day, and his marksmanship was abandoned, otherwise he would be able to miss the target if he hit a fixed target twenty meters away, which would be criticized in the Australian and Song Dynasty army.

"Hey, the guy on the other side, how long did you say your last name?" Holding the scabbard in his left hand and pressing his right hand on the hilt, Ozaki slowly walked out of the queue and said loudly, "I've heard of you, the grandson of Konosuke the old thief, and the first rebel warrior of Saga. ”

"What... What the? How long did Yao be stunned, and he hadn't said his name yet, how did that person recognize him? And he is not the first warrior, how can he deserve this kind of title, he must be mistaken.

Thinking of this, he was about to continue to speak, when the red-armored man suddenly shouted: "Ito Ichi, Edo samurai Ozaki Akiichi, come to ask for your head!" ”

After shouting, Aozaki Akiichi lowered his body and rushed towards Yao Yao, his cold eyes piercing through the bangs dangling in front of his forehead, locking on to the panicked target.

How long has Yaxiong been in such a posture, he said "ah" and "ah" a few times, and the feeling of death suddenly flashed in his heart, and subconsciously deviated, a snow-white knife light slashed across his right side, and the air that was cut was stirred on his face, with a hint of coolness.

"Ahh How long Yao shouted, took a few steps back, and finally pulled out his knife, crossed in front of him, and blocked Ozaki's powerful slash.

But it's strange to say, obviously watching the other party put away the knife - raise - breathe down the dantian, and then hit with all his strength, the sound of breaking the air is so loud, but there is no strength to cut on the back of his knife, how long did he think that he was going to be cut into two pieces by this knife, but he didn't expect to be able to block it perfectly.

He didn't have time to think so much, the right hand holding the knife subconsciously tilted downward, slid Ozaki's knife away, turned his arm in a small circle, and slashed at Ozaki.

Ozaki retracted the knife faster, and actually returned the knife first, almost holding off a counterattack for a long time, and then leaned forward, pressed his right shoulder against the back of the knife, and pushed forward with the sword.

So the soldiers on both sides watched as the two warriors, one tall and one short, wore red feet and held each other's blades, pushing seven or eight meters in a row in the open space sprinkled with dried blood, and the dust splashed faintly shrouded the two of them.

Yamamoto tried to keep his eyes open, only to see the flying dust, shining sword light blooming in the yellow sand, and at the same time, there was a crisp sound of blades colliding.

"The first warrior of Saga on the other side is really worthy of his name." Yamamoto thought to himself, "If you can hold on to Ozaki-sama's sword for so long, it's no wonder that you will be sent by the Nabeshima rebels to guard the Void Fortress." ”

"It's just... What is the man's name? Did I get distracted before? ”

And in the center of the sight of hundreds of people, the ambition in the ambition of the long man is gradually growing. He found that although the person in front of him was menacing, his ability seemed to be like that, and he had fought more than a dozen moves with himself, and the opening sword drawing technique was threatening, and the other tricks were mediocre, and he was only between him.

"I think I can kill him!" How long did I think to myself. Maybe if you kill him in public, the morale of the other party will collapse, and you may be driven out of the fortress by leading your army.

The more he thought about it, the more right he became, and he gradually turned from defense to offense, and used all his strength to deal with Ozaki, and actually exerted 200% of his strength, and completely played the skills taught by his swordsmanship, which was wonderful in terms of visual effects alone.

"It's time!" A bright light suddenly flashed in Mi Xiong's heart. He slammed the stab at him, holding the knife in both hands and slashing at it. In an instant, he seemed to see Ozaki being disemboweled, falling to the ground and screaming.

However, a philosopher named Murphy in the West said that the more people want something to happen, the more it will not happen.

So he watched his opponent withdraw the sword at an incredible speed, and even had the time to change the blade to the back of the knife, and with a slight knock on the three-fifths of his blade, a huge force was transmitted to his wrist, knocking the knife down.

Ozaki subconsciously showed a sneer, he took great pains to guide this weak chicken to fight for so long, and he could finally give him a good time.

"You're not—" Just as he was about to shout, Ozaki kicked him in the stomach, kicking him to the ground, and then stepped on one foot, looking at him condescendingly.

"That's right, Lao Tzu did it on purpose." Ozaki lowered his head and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear—and in Chinese.

Looking at the look of disbelief and horror under his feet, Ozaki, who raised his head, once again showed a cold and resolute expression: "Very good, how long to take, you are worthy of being the first rebellious warrior." ”

"Now, let the contemptible people take your head!"

The hand rises, the knife falls, and a passion spills all over the ground.

"Shame on the enemy, I'll take off his clothes!" Ozaki's head was held high for a long time, and he smiled brutally and reservedly at the shivering Saga Domain. He slowly raised the blood-dripping sword, "The whole army will attack, and no one will be left!" ”

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Takahiro sat on the ground and looked at Ozaki Squire a few meters away with some fear.

He was wounded in the lower leg by a bow and arrow during the battle, and it was Lord Ozaki who personally dragged him out of the battle group, and also found a doctor to bandage him after the battle, and kindly asked him if he was in pain, which really brought tears to the eyes of Takahiro, a civilian who did not even deserve his surname, and was full of determination to die for the king.

It's just that... His Excellency, who had gently comforted his Excellency before, now changed to a calm expression of brutality and madness, and looked at the few captives who were dragged up with a faint smile—a few remaining captives.

Oh my God, in this battle, the brave Ozaki-sama not only took the head of the first warrior of Saga alone, but also gave the order of "not one to be left", and personally slashed and killed more than 20 ashigaru in the melee, and the dripping blood sprayed on the body, dyeing the dark red armor bright red, and until now there are blood beads rolling to the ground... Seeing this killing god standing in front of him, the few unlucky people who survived were all trembling, lying on the ground and not daring to speak.

Ozaki smiled and bent down, grabbed one of them by the hair, dragged his head up and looked at him: "What do you call it?" ”

"Taro, Taro..."

"Where are you back home?"

"Honshu Island... Chinese local... My lord, I surrender, I surrender..."

Ozaki smiled and pulled out a handful of ribs, grabbed the man and wiped his neck.

"Whatever I ask, I answer, and talking too much is the end."

He looked at the remaining captives and calmly asked, "Understood?" ”

"What about you, what do you call them?"

"I, I'm ...... I am.."

Another stab, and the corpse, gushing blood from its neck, fell heavily to the ground.

"Answer questions quickly, I'm not interested in waiting for you to organize the language."

"What about you?"

This time, without waiting for the other party to answer, Ozaki seemed to have thought of something, so he directly reached out and killed the other party: "This is a bit inefficient, everyone." Otherwise, I'll kill you down to just two, which will reduce my workload and you won't have to wait so hard. ”

After a few minutes, Ozaki handed the rib cha to Yamamoto with satisfaction, waved his hand, and said, "Take the two of them to the house, it's a bit sundry here." ”

Yamamoto said "Hi Yi", looked at Ozaki's blood-red body with some reverence, handed a towel to Ozaki to wipe the blood on his hands, and led someone to drag the remaining two lucky ones who looked like ronins into the house - these two people were already incontinent, and there was a stench in the air, and I hope Ozaki-sama would not dislike it.

As the door closed, Ozaki's face was hidden in the shadows behind the door, looking at the two survivors huddled together by the candlelight.

After a moment of silence, before the air in the room gradually stiffened to the point of suffocation, he finally spoke in the dark: "Don't be nervous. I have a confession here, and if you two don't have anything to say, sign it. ”

"You should be able to write, right?"

"Yes, yes," the two of them replied hurriedly, as if they were afraid that the next second they would be slaughtered like chickens by the man in front of them.

Ozaki smiled faintly, took out a piece of paper from Guzu, and put it on the table: "Please." ”

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Yamamoto, who was waiting outside the door, finally saw the door of the house being pushed open, and he hurriedly greeted him: "My lord, the fortress has been cleared, and there are no enemies to hide." ”

Ozaki nodded and said lightly: "Those two have already recruited all of them, dispose of them." ”

"My lord, you don't need to leave a few captives for Your Excellency..."

As he was talking, Ozaki glanced over and immediately stopped Yamamoto's words.

"Those two tried to attack me, but I hit them, and their teeth bit off their tongues, and it was useless to leave them to the old adults." He seemed to recall, "If you record it, one of those two is Toshiaki Mukai from Kamiyo Village, Jiuke County, Yamaguchi Prefecture, who is twenty-six years old this year, and the other is Takeshi Noda from Tashiro Village, Kagoshima Prefecture, who is twenty-five years old. ”

After Yamamoto quickly jotted it down on a note, Ozaki waved his hand and said, "Drag the two of them down and chop up some sky lanterns." ”

Yamamoto's heart froze, and he nodded his head, not daring to speak.