The Liaodong soldier was cut off by the well-hidden Japanese slave ninja, and his eyes were still full of surprise and disbelief.

When Zhao Dezhu saw another brother fall to the ground, this man who could run sixty or seventy pounds of big knives like flying completely went berserk. He no longer knows where the enemy is and where the rat is, but wherever he can hide an ant becomes the object of his venting.

Three or five houses were completely reduced to ruins. Among them, there were really one or two guys who relied on their own supernatural latent kung fu, and in the chaos of knives, even the people and the wooden pillars became two sections. After doing this, Zhao Dezhu was still puzzled by the anger in his heart, and snatched the Buddha's anger Tang Lian and sprinkled it out like beans.

While sprinkling back, he roared: "Hide and hide, watch Lao Tzu burn your mouse hole, see what else you can do!" ”

You must know that Zhao Dezhu is not a person, he represents a group of people, and he has to add two carts and eight donkeys. With so many people getting angry together, the anger that comes out is not a star. A spark can start a prairie fire, and a raging fire can cook the sea. All kinds of sharp firearms were thrown out like money.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire grows with the wind. It's just a few breaths of time, and the fire created by the soldiers of the Ming army has already gone out with an unstoppable momentum, and everywhere it passes, it is full of karmic fire and angry lotus.

The Japanese slaves are not underwater kings, and it is impossible for them to lie down in the cave and hibernate after ♂ being exposed to high temperatures. The fire immediately became lively, and the Japanese slaves who were afraid of death appeared one after another, and the wolves rushed in the light of the fire, even if they jumped a foot high, they became the moving target of the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion.

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion with anger were not polite at all at this time, and took out twelve points of spirit to beat the Japanese slaves as rabbits one by one, and there were no bullets under the muskets.

Tojo Kusaoji didn't dare to move at all when he lay on the ground, he just felt that the muskets all over the world were aimed at him, otherwise how could the front and back of his head become a hunting ground, so that his own samurai fell like raindrops?

People can spare Tojo Kusa Chicken because they can't see him, but the heavens won't spare him. No matter how Tojo crawled on the ground, when he stopped, he would find that the choking black smoke was rolling up on his face, and the flames of the wild boar were rushing towards him. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by flames.

God is disgusted, God is disgusted! Rejected by the Ming Dynasty, it was in vain to go to heaven and earth.

The anger of the Ming army on this side of the gladiatorial arena has formed a carnival of revenge, crazy hunting in the flames. The remaining troops outside were also not idle. After the fire in Dongcheng, the generals of the Shenji Battalion saw that all the Japanese slaves on the opposite side were attracted and shocked by the fire, and immediately made their own opinions.

Looking at the gophers who walked out of the bunker one by one and showed their heads, where could the Ming army who stayed behind still be able to endure it, and immediately there was a volley of guns and cannons, in just a moment, there were three killers, four killers, five killers were not lacking, and even the supergods were there a lot of people.

In the rain of bullets, no one in the Ming army was willing to hang the tail of the car, and it was very happy to take advantage of the surprise and dazing of the Japanese slaves to cut the devil with a big knife in their hands. Although the eaves and walls do not have that skill, but the cavalry who dismounts is still a cavalry, and the distance of 100 meters is simply not a matter of ten seconds, even if they are wearing dozens of catties of heavy armor and holding a ten-pound broadsword in their hands, they still can't stop their enthusiasm for slashing and killing Japanese slaves.

Whoever kills, he will always kill him. This sentence is wrong, as long as you kill seriously, kill hard, kill when you see something that is not pleasing to the eye, and kill what you don't like, who else can kill you if you kill it all and then?

Therefore, those who are killed are all fools, those who don't understand are prepared for danger in times of peace, those who don't understand are worried about the world first, and those who are happy and happy after the world.

After grasping the opportunity, no one will think about giving the Japanese slaves a chance. The Liaodong Han who rushed into the walled city taught the Japanese slaves a solid lesson, telling them what is the natural advantage of the race, and what is the ancestral formula of tearing the devil alive.

Heaven will destroy him, and he will cry out in vain. At this point, not to mention crying and grabbing the ground, even crying dad and calling mother is useless.

The anger of one person can hit the wall with his head, and the anger of a thousand people can open the mountain. No one could stop the anger of the Ming army that was connected together.

The walled city of the Tojo family became a Shura field in the middle of the night, a hell on earth.

On the cliff, the samurai of the Matsushita family, who had always been a spectator, were cold, and there was nothing more terrifying than this moment in the decades that they had been alive. Although they couldn't see clearly in the night, the occasional giant shadow on the rock wall told them what the Tojo family was going through.

The black shadow of the giant on the stone wall, a few feet high, simply separated his hands, and there was a short unlucky ghost in his hands on both sides, and the blood flowed like a river, even if it was not so real, it immediately became bloody after being replenished by the brain.

On another cliff, a figure suddenly appeared, his head wrapped in a pitch-black crotch cloth, and the person with only two sharp eyes showing was obviously the same ninja who appeared last time.

He looked indifferently at the Tojo family, which had turned into a sea of fire, and said to himself in a cold tone: "It's ridiculous that a garbage-like family, thousands of samurai can't resist the attack of the Ming army for a day." Tojo Grass Chicken, you should be glad that you died today, and if you are lucky enough to escape, I will let you know that my ability in garbage sorting is definitely the best in Japan! ”

Just as he was talking to himself, another figure suddenly appeared beside him, his voice was even more indifferent, more ruthless, and more unreasonable: "Incompetent people, you should have destroyed this Tojo family ten years earlier." If you don't cut the ground, go and get the token of this seat back, and if you can't get it back, you don't need to come back. ”

The ninja who appeared earlier immediately crawled down in fright, and whispered like a puppy: "Sanshoyu Hanzo-sama, if you don't cut it again, I will never appear in front of you again, and I can't tolerate your token being defiled by such a small character!" ”

Sanshoyu Hanzo watched with satisfaction as his obedient subordinates rushed down the hillside and disappeared into the fire.

He is not worried about whether he dies or not, the ninjas under his command are all dead soldiers in his captivity, and if one dies, he can cultivate another one, and it won't take too much time.

As the wee hours approached, the sky grew darker and darker, and even the firelight dimmed in the darkness. Standing alone on the top of the hillside, the pepperfish was half-hidden, and suddenly there was a small cracking sound, as if countless rats were crawling on the dead leaves.

Sanshoyu Hanzo didn't turn around because of the abnormal movement behind him, because he didn't need to look to know that there were five hundred people standing neatly behind him, silent but invincible! (To be continued.) )