Ten miles outside the city of Suzhou.

In an abandoned farmhouse on the side of the official road, the atmosphere was a little dreary.

Carrying a pair of bright katanas, the two dozen ronins looked a little irritable. Not to mention that there were so many people crowded in the small room, and the stench of the corpses of unknown animals and the sound of rats squirming in the damp corners of the walls gave goosebumps to these ronins who were used to living in Japanese-style wooden houses.

Li Yun's obese body kept sweating out, occasionally wiping his cheeks with his sleeves.

Li Xuan was also a little surprised, why Li Ling and the others walked so slowly, causing many anxious ronins to almost stop a few civilian cars, exposing the target.

Ignoring the chattering complaints of the ronins behind him, Li Xuan carried his Kaiyuan heavy bow on his back and walked onto the roof.

I found a piece of hay out of nowhere, bit it in my mouth, and looked at the official road in the distance.

Suddenly, Li Xuan's eyes widened.

On the official road in the distance, a black dot appeared, and as the black dot continued to enlarge as it approached, Li Jue could clearly see the figure of an old man driving.

Li Xuan and Lao He had a relationship, but I don't know how long it has been, and there are more and more wrinkles on Lao He's face, Li Xuan didn't recognize it for a while.

"You, go and ask who they are." Li Jue pointed to a ronin in the room who knew some Chinese, and motioned for him to come forward and ask questions.

When the car approached, the ronin pushed the door and went out.

"Hey! You drop, where to work. "Broken Chinese, bursting out of the mouth of a bearded ronin.

Lao He had already noticed the situation of this house, and on the dilapidated roof, there was a man with a bow, who was Li Xuan, the second son of the Li family.

"Eh~" Lao He paused, "Where to dig potatoes, where to dig potatoes, dig in the potato field, dig a sack, dig a sack!"

Lao He said according to the "Japanese" taught to him by Li Guanghang, nodding his head.

“???” The ronin who asked the question looked dazed.

"Oh~" Lao He showed an expression of sudden realization, "You have to wash the pot, you have to wash the bowl, you have to wash the pot." ”

Lao He's smile became more sincere.

It's a pity that the ronin won't understand, and will never do.

Because a three-eyed gun is sticking out of the newly opened hole in the car door, and the mouth of the black hole is facing the ronin's chest.

Bang!

A piece of lead, spewing out of the mouth of the gun at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye, carrying a large amount of fire and soot, snorted, and penetrated into the flesh and blood of the ronin.

Although the three-eyed gun has a short range and small power, it can penetrate the iron armor within fifteen steps, not to mention the flesh and blood body that is defenseless and only within five steps?

The lead the thickness of the little thumb, under the propulsion of gunpowder, tore a hideous scar on the ronin's chest. Dark red blood gushed out.

The questioning ronin, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness, raised his head and fell.

Lao He had already jumped out of the carriage at the moment of opening, and ran towards the woods next to the official road according to Li Guanghang's arrangement.

At this time, before the ronin in the house came to his senses, a burly figure came out of the carriage. The nail leaves on the shoulders jingled, the slender willow blade waist knife reflected the cold light, and the feather ornament on the helmet danced with the breeze. On the heart guard on the chest, there are some flaws, but it is still cold.

Li Jue caught a glimpse of this fine armor, and his heart was half cold.

It's a hard stubble!

If you are not an official or a nobleman, it is difficult for ordinary people to have such well-dressed armor. Or Li Guanghang was prepared and determined, and went to protect his life.

In the end, luck prevailed over reason, and Li Jue roared loudly with the last glimmer of hope:

"Zhuangman, are we having some misunderstanding, I'm ......"

Before Li Jue could finish speaking, the beams of the house that had been in disrepair for a long time were broken, and Li Jue was caught off guard and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

There was a click, as if a rib had been broken.

"Ahh Li Jue let out a hoarse cry and fainted.

"Son!" Li Yun moved his fat body to the side of Li Jue, who fell on the ground, gritted his teeth and dragged Li Jue to the backyard.

The broken wooden strip ripped off a brocade bag from Li Xuan's waist and fell to the ground.

It all happened so fast that the ronins had already lost a man before they could react.

Li Ling strode forward, unstoppable, for a while, as if entering a no-man's land, invincible, and killed two or three more ronins who were still in shock.

The ronin was killed in a panic. However, Li Ling stopped and retreated to the side of the car, guarding the carriage.

Just when the ronin gate wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the three-eyed gun mouth of the black hole burst into flames again.

Bang!

A ronin standing not far from the door of the house fell to the ground.

Bang!

Another ronin, clutching his abdomen, fell to his knees, but he was not dead.

Stray bullets shatter the sawdust, and the flying sawdust hits the faces of the many ronins with great force.

For a moment, fear and panic enveloped the ronin.

After the three shots were fired and the ammunition was not loaded, Li Guanghang jumped out of the car, pulled out the three-eyed gun, and threw it to Li Ling. Li Ling threw away the waist knife in his hand, took the hideous "mace", and killed the crowd again.

In Li Ling's heart, the image of the Japanese people is very bad, in his eyes, the Japanese robbing houses and houses is equivalent to the Tartars entering the customs and looting, and the crime is unforgivable. Like other Ming people, Li Ling did not have a clear knowledge of geography, so it was natural to think that Wakou = Wa people. So he killed this group of ronins without a trace of mercy.

Li Guanghang's hatred for the Japanese in his heart is as good as Li Ling's, so there is no psychological obstacle for Li Guanghang to kill a few Japanese criminals. Not only because the land south of the Yangtze River is often harassed by the Japanese invaders, but also because the Zhang Yikui who lives in Li Guanghang's heart has experienced the 14-year War of Resistance Against Japan. With the blood and tears of the people, with the blood of the Eighth Route Army, he drew his sword and killed the ronin with Li Ling.

The few ronins gradually calmed down in the chaos, bypassing Li Ling, who was wielding a mace like a god of war, and attacking Li Guanghang, who looked even thinner, when Li Ling was besieged by more warriors who had come to his senses.

Li Ling gradually felt a little struggling, and more ronins gradually calmed down, and the ronins began to show their advantages after a long time on the battlefield and skilled in knife skills. Although it is difficult for the katana to break through Li Ling's armor, the katana is light, and the ronin has no armor, which is more flexible than Li Ling, and it is easy to attack and defend for a while. The five ronins and Li Ling confronted each other, no matter how high or low.

A ronin was accidentally smashed by the three-eyed gun in Li Ling's hand, and his flesh and blood flew sideways.

Li Ling's cotton armor was also cut by a katana.

Not far away, three or four ronins came to Li Guanghang, perhaps because of Li Ling's influence, several ronins were a little vigilant against Li Guanghang, and they didn't rush up in one go, they all stayed three steps away, observing Li Guanghang's every move.

When Li Guanghang takes a step forward, they take a step back, and when Li Guanghang takes a step back, they take a step forward.

Wide-eyed and small-eyed, no one had the courage to swing the first knife.

Suddenly, a ronin couldn't help it and rushed forward with a loud roar.

"Yikes! ~" The katana raised above his head and swung it at Li Guanghang.

Bite! While!

It was the sound of swords clashing.

Zhang Yikui was a soldier, and the big knife team had fought against the Japanese invaders head-on at that time, and Li Guanghang had Zhang Yikui in terms of knife skills, so it would not be too difficult. However, in terms of physical fitness, how can a scholar who has only practiced for a few days compare to a battle-hardened samurai?

Li Guanghang only felt that the tiger's mouth was shaken and frowned.

"The physical fitness is still not good." Li Guanghang thought to himself.

The three ronins next to him were obviously confident, because they could see that Li Guanghang's arm strength was limited.

Rushing towards Li Guanghang with teeth and claws.

Bang!

In the incredible gaze of the ronin, Li Guanghang took out a handcuff from his waist, and the fire sickle was slashed, and death came.

The ronin who was still in a certain upper hand just now, half of his brain was blown into a blur.

Brains and blood visible to the naked eye suddenly gushed out and sprinkled on the onrushing ronin.

The death of their companions made them numb, and now they were splashed with blood, and in an instant, all the ronins were almost crazy, shouting and rushing towards Li Guanghang.

At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and Lao He was riding on a galloping horse, holding a firewood knife in his left hand and leading another horse in his right hand.

"Little master, I'm late!"

"It's not too early, send them away!" Li Guanghang was full of joy and replied to Lao He.

"Yikes! ～”

Lao He let go of a horse, rode a horse under his crotch, and rushed into the crowd.

Suddenly, the high morale of the ronin fell to the bottom again.

The ever-dilating firewood knife in his pupils became the last fear of this ronin.