When I was a child, I watched TV dramas, especially some anti-Japanese dramas and police and bandit dramas, and most of them always had a bloody scene - shouting.

A character with a greasy head and a straight face, or a crooked and obscene character of the enemy, after surrounding the other party, will often hold a loudspeaker or something like that, shouting at the enemy (or us), what to put down the weapon, surrender the gun and not kill, etc., in exchange for an angry row of bullets on the opposite side!

When the shouting party was attacked, the embarrassed person was also furious, and began to shoot again until the besieged side was all annihilated (or died heroically......

So I don't have so much nonsense, so many years of ups and downs in life, and I have been a human being for two lifetimes, I am not used to begging people, or when Party A is more adaptable - when the semi-encirclement reaches a distance of about twenty meters, I order everyone to hide on the hillside to prevent the enemy from suddenly attacking!

Sure enough, not long after we lay down, the enemy shot a few arrows! The arrows shot crookedly, but I don't deny their lethality, so I let everyone hide at once, and after a volley, there was a few howls on the other side, and then there was no sound.

I told everyone to hide behind the slope - save yourself and destroy the enemy! I have always remembered Taizu's words, and I have been insisting on practicing them!

Crawling behind a large rock, I smiled and beckoned to the scorching, who immediately ran to me. I stretched out my hand and smiled, "Give me a musket!"

In the Eastern Ying, the musket was called the "iron cannon", while in the Ming Dynasty it was called the "bird gun". But I like to call muskets, what's wrong? Is it taboo? Is there a charge?

I don't know why, but I still asked for a musket from my man, loaded it, and handed it to me.

I took the gun in my right hand and grabbed it two-fifths of the way to the end of the gun, which was exactly where the center of gravity of the gun was. The left palm and the outside of the left foot are supported at the same time, the left leg is closed, the right leg is stepped, and the place immediately changes from a prone position to a squatting position. Leave your left knee on the ground with your heel under your buttocks. Holding the gun in his left hand and the trigger in his right hand, he made a crouching position towards the convoy and took aim.

There was a fiery light in his scorching eyes! People who use guns know best who use guns. I just started with a hand, and I immediately understood that I was definitely a very good person with guns! Some of these actions are habitual and can't be disguised!

I lit up by the torches and moonlight on the car not far away, silently aiming at the people below. All of them who can move have been hidden behind the body, and it is no fun to beat him if they can't move. So I was waiting...... Like a lion ready to pounce on the hunt!

In this way, both sides endured quietly, and after about five minutes, the enemy must be very puzzled, why did these guys surround them, but there was no movement at all? What are they doing?

Countless thoughts flashed in the depths of such people's minds, and they couldn't understand what was going on in the minds of these people above. Don't they have the dignity of a samurai? Why don't you come and fight us? Don't they have the dignity of a samurai?

If I had heard that, I would have told him, no! We are ninjas, so why bother squeezing ourselves with samurai red tape?

A guy who described it as obscene probably couldn't help it, or someone commanded, he quietly poked his head out from behind a car and looked in our direction.

With a smile on my lips, I looked at him quietly. Seeing that there was no movement, this guy boldly leaned out half of his body! I whispered, "Right shoulder!"

Breath! Aim! Shoot!

The loud "bump" shook my right ear with a slight tinnitus! The smoke of gunpowder hung in front of me. Oh, that familiar feeling! Including the recoil is so nostalgic!

While the lewd fellow was bleeding from his right shoulder and being dragged back by the man behind the car, I handed the musket back to Burn and whispered, "Change the gun!"

Silent, smiling, he handed me another loaded musket, which they handed to reload.

I took the gun and resumed my position. There was another long silence.

This time, the other party held out for fifteen minutes. Amid the wails of the wounded, one guy climbed out of the back of the car and tried to pull back another guy who was out of the body's cover. Is it a brother? Or friends?

I smiled slightly and said softly, "Ass!" The finger pulled the trigger without hesitation!

The "bump" gunfire rang out, and the guy thirty meters away covered his ass and began to writhe! I didn't care about saving people, and with blood, I rolled back to the back of the car a few times!

When the third stood up and pointed at the man who was shouting on the mountain, I shot through the palm of the hand with a shot in the wind! The gaze that looked at me had changed from curiosity at first, then surprise, to frenzy now!

He is very clear about the difficulty of shooting at a moving target in this way, and he can't do it without a few years of hard work, and it is even more difficult for a small target like me to hit a moving target with a light weight and an understatement. He wanted to know when I, who usually don't touch a gun, mastered such exquisite marksmanship!

So he opened his mouth and cheered in a low voice: "Good marksmanship!"

I smiled and kept aiming. Naturally, I won't tell him that my marksmanship comes from the hard training and inheritance of my previous life, so let him guess the reason for this!

The bottom began to panic, after all, there was no hope. What I could hear was that they tried to keep it as low as possible and discussed countermeasures. One voice won everyone's approval, and his opinion was - scatter and run away!

As a result, after several people who ran out were shot down and crawled back into the car in pain, this plan was completely rejected!

"Who the hell are you?" A loud voice came from behind the car body, with a thick accent: "Are you the army of the Yuchai family?" Damn it! ”

The voice was still a little annoyed, but it still tried its best to restrain itself and maintain a basic calm.

I smiled slightly, and when the surrounded bandits began to negotiate terms, it showed that they had begun to waver, and it was a prelude to the next collapse or annihilation. So I deliberately didn't answer, and then frustrated his spirit!

Seeing that I didn't answer, the other side was immediately furious and shouted: "Since we are suppressed by you, at most we will die!" But the name of the samurai is not to be dishonored! The Asai family, who bears the prestige of the 'Omi Eagle', Takashi Asai, launches a battle against the enemy generals! As a samurai, should the enemy general be cowardly? ”

Yo he! If you can't pick up the group, you can start playing heads-up! Interesting! Wait a minute! Asai family? Omi Eagle? Takasho Asai?

Countless thoughts flashed through my heart. Omi has one and only one Asai family, and this Asai family had already been destroyed by Oda Nobunaga twelve years earlier, in 1570!

And the man who is called Omi no Takashi is the husband of Achi, who is known as the first beautiful man in the warring country and the first beauty of the Warring States - Asai Nagamasa. That tragedy haunts me

The person who fought below claimed to be a family member of the Asai family of Omi Eagle, so it should be a direct family member of Asai Nagamasa, but it is recorded that Asai Nagamasa's wife, Oda Nobunaga's sister Aichi, returned to Oda Nobunaga with three daughters with Kinoshita Hideyoshi, who had conquered the castle, that is, Hideyoshi Hashiba before the name change.

According to historical records, Asai Nagamasa did not have a son, but folklore, he had two sons. The eldest son was taken away by his loyal generals when the army was defeated and hid for several years, only to be found again by the Oda family and killed.

The second son, who was very young at the time, was sent to the temple and spent his life as a monk. Could this person who is calling the formation below be ......

As I was thinking, the voice below shouted again: "As a samurai, don't you even have the courage to answer?"

When I listened closely, although the voice was rough, it sounded like a half-grown teenager! So I held my gun and shouted, "Rats in the name of the Extinct Clan!" Why do you want me to answer! "The method of agitation has been used between words!

When the other party heard this, he froze for a moment, and immediately said angrily: "What does Your Excellency mean by this? In the name of the right, how can you pretend to say it? ”

I sneered: "Everyone knows that the long-term government of righteousness has no heirs!" The three daughters all returned to Owari Cheongju with their mother, where did you come from? ”

The man who called himself Takasho Asai shouted: "I am the second son of my father Nagamasa - Takasho Asai is also!" How can I spend this life guarding the ancient Buddha with green lanterns in the temple! Today I am here to take your head! The person who answered, said a lot of nonsense, do you dare to fight? ”

My heart moved, is it really him? So I asked again, "What is your milk name, a samurai who calls himself Takashi Asai?"

As soon as this question came up, everyone—everyone on both sides—felt very strange, how could anyone ask someone's name on the battlefield? It's going to be a duel, isn't it? But I have my own measure. Seeing that the other party didn't answer, I shouted again: "What? Don't you dare to answer? ”

Asai Takasho stumbled for a long time, and Fang replied loudly: "Those who fought and died in battle have long since stopped mentioning those mundane things in the past. But since the other party's general asked again and again, I replied to you, the name of the milk under it, called Qianfumaru! ”

I couldn't help but nod secretly, that's right, legend has it that the eldest son of Asai Nagamasa is called Manfukumaru, and the name of the son is not recorded this time, but it must be almost him.

So I shouted, "Put down your guns and bows and arrows!" Don't shoot without my orders! "The meaning of the gesture is true, if there is any small movement on the other side, then they ......

Then he shouted, "The samurai who calls himself Takashi Asai, do you dare to come out to meet you?" With that, he put down his musket and stood up.

The nine ghosts are a little worried, afraid of a sudden cold arrow on the other side. But I know that if he is really a descendant of the Asai clan, listening to his language and bearing, he doesn't look like a person who plots. He waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter. But he walked forward.

Of course, the boy Che imitation is in his hand.

Takasho Asai on the other side listened to my words, and felt strange in his heart, he originally knew that he would die today, but listening to the words of the other party's commander, it seemed that there were other reasons! Maybe there's a way out there!

So he laughed and stood up, walked out of the car with a spear in his hand, and walked towards me!

After taking a few steps, the expected sound of the iron cannon did not sound, and Takasho Asai slowly let out a long breath. So he relieved himself, strode over to where I was standing, and stood still two feet away from me.

He looked at me quietly, and I looked at him silently. The man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, his armor glowed blue, he was quite handsome, and his eyebrows were full of indomitable courage.

Just looking at the bearing, I know that this should be a descendant of the Asai clan who is like a fake!

So, I came to the stairs and said, "Are you really the descendant of the long-term government of righteousness?"

Takasho Asai slammed his spear to the ground and replied to the sound of the gunshot, "It's just death!" Why fake! ”

I nodded and asked, "So, you're here to seek revenge on the Oda clan?"

When Takasho Asai heard my words, he was stunned. By saying this, I show that I am by no means a member of the Oda clan. On the spirit map of Hideyoshi Hashiba, the convoy, samurai, and gunner encountered are not the Oda clan, but whose people are they?

Thinking of this, Takasho Asai shouted, "Who the hell is Your Excellency!?"

I shook my left arm slightly, and drew a knife with my right hand! The white light flashed, and the imitation boy cut was already tightly attached to Takashi Asai's neck!

Just when this young man was drenched in cold sweat, my voice came into his ears: "Me? I'm the one who came to help you get revenge......"