Fujita's face tightened when he heard Yamamanouchi's words, and then he relaxed. He bowed to Yamadanouchi and said, "Hey! That's what Yamada-kun said! Fujita understands! ”

After saying that, Fujita also sat on the bow of the boat like Yamada inside, and he couldn't be as light as Yamada.

His eyes were fixed on Amamijima, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Killing is intoxicating, and from the time he first beheaded his rival at the age of fourteen, he has not even counted the number of people he has killed.

In order to train his martial arts, Fujita himself fought blindfolded against three people, and in that battle he himself was covered in bruises, and his opponent was killed by him on the spot, and the last person was brutalized and killed by him after catching up.

Scenes from the past echoed in front of Fujita's eyes, and he knew that he was about to die, but the reluctance in his heart made him unable to calm down no matter what.

The ship they were sitting on was completely flooded, and there was no one left in the cabin. All the people are crammed into the small deck, and if a wave hits them, everyone will become a soup chicken.

The Japanese on board managed to get the ship to a distance of only fifty paces from the shore, and the ship could no longer hold on and slowly sank to the bottom, with only a small mast top exposed.

Yamadanouchi led 122 people to jump into the sea and swim towards Amamijima. When they set foot on the beach, they found that there were three people missing, and Yamada, without the slightest hesitation about the missing person, ordered to abandon the search and head towards the island.

Anyway, these people are going to die, and it makes no difference if they die early or later. As soon as they landed on the island, they noticed that the island was different, and a large road had been built to lead to a faintly visible watchtower in the distance.

Yamadanouchi's heart moved, the Ryukyuan people would not be bored enough to build roads on the island to play. Since there is a watchtower in the distance, there is a large camp, and there is only one large camp that can be built in the Ryukyus~ that is the Akito.

Thinking of this, Yamadaouchi's heartbeat sped up a little, and the mentality that had been unwavering became restless.

Destroying the camp of the Akito was definitely more shocking than killing hundreds of Ryukyuan, so he did not hesitate to lead people directly to the camp.

When he arrived at the outskirts of the camp, Yamadanouchi smiled, and Fujita Tsuyoshi smiled.

The camp was all built with logs, and once the camp made of thick logs was completed, they could only look at the village and sigh.

They felt fortunate that the camp was very strong, but the gate had not yet been pressed. With only three antlers blocking the gate of the camp, such a camp is almost undefended.

Yamada thanked Amaterasu over and over again in his heart, and it must have been the guidance of the great god that allowed them to find Akito's unfinished camp. Just destroy this place, and their plan will be half the battle.

At that time, as long as you kill the bright people, and then burn the camp, you will definitely be able to attract the attention of the Ming people, as long as the Ming people come back to help them, it will be done. Maybe they can take a ship and escape back to Kagoshima, where they will be the heroes of the Satsuma Domain!

Yamadanouchi drew his sword and swung it in the air, "Rush! After shouting, he took the lead and rushed to the camp.

Fan Kuan had been observing the whereabouts of the Japanese from the watchtower, and when he saw them coming in the direction of the camp, he was ready.

He left Juan on it to continue to observe, and he took the veteran to the gate of the camp to defend. Although these senior veterans struggled with their knives, they were not affected in the slightest by shooting with firearms.

The calm mental quality also made them shoot more accurately, and almost every veteran here had a firecracker. Even those disabled veterans who could still move followed Fan Kuan to fight!

"Lord Garrison! What do we do? You can't watch the brothers fight hard, let's do nothing! A young man with a severed left hand said.

Liu Yonglin was a veteran Zhejiang soldier who participated in the bloody battle of the Hunhe River. Unfortunately, he lost his left hand in the battle of Shuoto, and has been on Immortal Island ever since, training recruits.

This time he immigrated to Ryukyu and he also went to Amami Island, where he would also train new soldiers among the immigrant Liao people and provide a steady stream of soldiers for the Changxing army.

The Zhejiang soldiers are almost all undying enemies with the Japanese invaders, and every time they resist the Japanese invaders, they are the main force, and killing the Japanese and taking the reward for silver has almost become a brand engraved in their blood.

When he saw that there were Japanese invaders attacking the camp, he immediately led dozens of disabled soldiers and asked to participate in the battle. Fan Kuan glanced back at the soldiers, most of them lacked limbs like Liu Yonglin.

However, the fighting spirit in the eyes of these people has not weakened in the slightest, but is more vigorous than before. Even though some soldiers have been training new recruits for a year, they simply can't forget the killing fields that raged in the war.

"Liu Yonglin listens to orders!" Fan Kuan said loudly.

When Liu Yonglin heard Fan Kuan's words, he stood up straight, smashed his right fist on his left chest and saluted Fan Kuan.

Fan Kuan continued: "Liu Yonglin led your soldiers to guard under the wall, once the Japanese invaders came in over the wall, they must be killed, and they must not be allowed to destroy the camp!" ”

"Yes!" Liu Yonglin replied loudly.

Then they took out his former cuirass and put it on, he tied a steel shield to his left arm, and in his right hand held a steel knife towards the soldier who had lost his legs.

"Old fellow! Let's fight together again! With that, he carried the man behind his back.

"Lao Liu! My old Miao is a lot lighter than before, don't forget that there is someone behind you! Lao Miao looked at his legs and said teasingly.

Seeing the disabled soldier stepping on the battlefield again, Fan Kuan's heart also swelled with pride. Isn't it just a hundred and ten dwarf widows! Come on! Let's see if you are ferocious, or if the steel knife of the Changxing Army is sharper.

Yamadanouchi led the Japanese robbers towards the gate of the camp, and when they had just rushed to the gate of the camp fifty paces, a group of veterans stood out from both sides of the gate of the camp.

Wearing cuirasses and holding firearms, these veterans aimed at the charging pirates.

Seeing that it was a veteran who blocked him, Yamadanouchi was even more determined to think that this was the camp of the Akito. It was common practice for young men to attack the Satsuma Domain, leaving the old and weak to guard the camp.

But he didn't see panic in the eyes of the veterans, and everyone held their guns firmly and waited for the order to shoot.

Yamadaouchi's heart was nervous for no reason, could it be that these veterans were still elite. Nervous, he didn't pay attention to his feet, and a stone tripped under his feet, causing him to fall to the ground.

At this time, the Ming veteran fired the fire gun in his hand, and continued to shoot and hit the charging Japanese with heavy casualties.

In an instant, seven or eight people were defeated, and the rest of the Japanese invaders were stunned. Many people also followed the example of Yamadanouchi and lay on the ground, and the fire guns of the Akito seemed to be able to shoot continuously.

It took a long time to stop shooting, and at this time the gate of the camp was already filled with gunsmoke.

"That's it?" Fan Kuan looked at the more than two dozen widows who had been killed in a daze.