Chapter 195

Yang Shangjing's mouth was a little bitter, the rain was cold on his face, and his heart was also cold.

This kind of two-knife flow can play slippery samurai, as long as it is not a shelf goods, one is counted as one, they are all ruthless, after all, at this time, the two knife streams, in the Japanese martial arts, can only be regarded as heresy, after all, most people do not have the ability to make double knives with their left and right hands at the same time, a long and a short knife in the hand can only scare people, probably the same as ordinary people feel that one hand is more powerful, dare to call so on the battlefield, most of them are not weak chickens.

Playing the katana is playing with wrist strength, and the nine-foot sword that is often blown in Japanese books is actually blowing the Japanese smelting technology at the same time, and at the same time, he is also blowing the strong wrist strength of the Japanese samurai......

Not to mention that he still has an opening behind him now, that is, it is intact, and it is also a lantern in the toilet to find.

"Showa staff-style gambling on national fortune is really not something that anyone can play." Yang Shangjing took a sip, clenched the single knife in his hand, and stared at the pace of the warrior, "It's still the slogan of Commander Li that suits us, we will show our sword when we meet the enemy, and fight with Ya!" ”

The Japanese samurai smiled strangely, holding the sword in his right hand, holding the ribs in his left hand, and rushed towards Yang Shangjing in stride, with a flip of his wrist, he cut down this Yang Shangjing, this move is basically pure wrist power, Yang Shangjing squinted his eyes, raised the knife with both hands to parry upward, and stepped forward at the same time.

If he remembers correctly, the basic technique of the second knife flow is to press the opponent's knife with the rib difference, and then use the sword to attack the enemy, the pursuit is to grasp the distance, at this time he should choose to disrupt the opponent's footwork, so that he can not measure the accurate distance.

If it were possible, of course Yang Shangjing would choose to run away, but now that he is standing in the middle of the river, he doesn't know what will appear under his feet in the next step, let alone retreating backwards, he may be stumbling or something when he is running, and when the other party catches up, it is better to fight with the other party in close quarters. At least Uncle Zhong has been feeding him for the past two months, not feeding the dog, as long as he delays for a while, waiting for Xu Minying, who is playing with the ring head knife, to rush over, he can jump out of the battle group.

and the opponent's knife fought a few hard times, Yang Shangjing can be regarded as a knife to do his best, although the Japanese knife at this time is sharp, but to a certain extent it is also very brittle, in the Japanese samurai competition, it is strictly forbidden to hit the blade This situation happens, it seems that there are a few times after such a situation, the defender will be directly sentenced to lose the duel.

However, Yang Shangjing is not a Japanese samurai, this is a battlefield of life and death, and it is not a ring where friends are met with martial arts, he talks about the spirit of bushido, anyway, he doesn't give the other party a chance to press the blade of the sword, and it is right to fight for his life.

Just another knife, Yang Shangjing only felt dizzy, although the wound on his back was not deep, but the too intense exercise just now still accelerated the speed of blood flow, at this time he already had a reaction to excessive blood loss, and the strength in his hand didn't seem to be so great, he only saw the other party show a weird smile, and then the knife in his right hand directly opened his single knife, and the ribs of his right hand stabbed straight down his heart.

Yang Shangjing only felt that his knees were weak, he bent his knees, twisted his waist, and narrowly avoided the fatal position, but this knife still opened a hole in his left shoulder, and blood came out in an instant, at this time, he really didn't feel any pain, he tried his best with his right hand, and slashed down fiercely on the other party's waist, half-kneeling in the water at this height, it was indeed impossible to cut anywhere else.

A somewhat shabby single knife flew over, straight to the face of the warrior, he squeaked and cursed, dodged, and then thought about giving Yang Shangjing a knife, Xu Minying had already killed, the huge ring-headed knife covered his face and greeted him directly, the warrior screamed, turned around and left, I don't know what to shout, the rest of the widows broke away from the battle group as fast as possible, and rushed towards the sampan in the water.

At this time, Yang Qin finally rushed over with someone, looking at Yang Shangjing, whose eyes were blurred and his body trembled, barely supported himself with a knife and did not fall, and then looked at the exhausted archers around him, after all, he did not order to pursue, Yang Qin strode over, supported Yang Shangjing, and shouted loudly: "Go, go and find Langzhong!" ”

Yang Shangjing was carried by two people and ran towards the shore, the knife on his body was hastily bandaged, and the speed of blood flow had slowed down, but Yang Shangjing felt that the possibility of dying of fungal infection or tetanus or other diseases should be much higher than excessive blood loss.

"Yang Qin, ah......" Yang Shangjing gasped, and then shouted, Yang Qin, who was following along, was smart, and hurriedly came over: "Young master, the little one is here." ”

"You go and tell Lang Zhong that if I pass out later, I will only use wine to smear the wound and then bandage it, and you should remember that the wine should be soju, the best soju." Yang Shangjing instructed very seriously, with the loss of blood, he became more and more confused, but this still has to be said, the ghost knows if Lang Zhong in this county took the incense ash and wiped it on his knife, so he told it?

The method of traditional Chinese medicine is not to say that it is useless, the key is that in the county town of this era, not to mention what Sun Simiao, Zhang Zhongjing and the like, you can't find out the divine doctor Xilaile, there is no standardized Chinese patent medicine and Western medicine, all based on the personal experience of these two knife doctors, Yang Shangjing feels that he must be going to talk and laugh with Lord Yama and promote Marxist theory, after all, he has no old department, and it is impossible to kill Yama with a banner of 100,000.

This year, distilled liquor already exists, and it is nonsense to want the degree of good wine to reach the degree of medical alcohol, but forty or fifty degrees should also be there, anti-inflammatory and sterilization, this thing should be better than nothing.

Although he didn't know why Yang Shangjing said this, he still nodded: "Follow the young master's orders." ”

Yang Shangjing heard this, and then he put his mind at ease, Yang Qin's loyalty was still trustworthy, and it must be possible to scold Lang Zhong for his orders, so he was relieved, his eyes were closed, and he fainted happily.