"Ahead is the lair. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Miyamoto Musashi worked harder and harder after Zhu Houzhao stopped the bleeding for him, and when he saw a small island from afar, he shouted like a treasure.

Zhu Houzhao also saw the small island, the two ends were large and thin, and there were faintly some wings on both sides, probably some coral reefs, which looked evil and abnormal.

"Are they all here?" Zhu Houzhao asked Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi smiled flatteringly: "I don't dare to lie!" ”

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand, summoned the soldiers and generals on the ship, and ordered: "Let's shoot a few shots casually first, and see if what this kid said is true." ”

When Miyamoto Musashi heard Zhu Houzhao say this, he immediately showed an injured expression, dragging his injured hind legs and curled up to a corner of the deck.

Boom Boom! With Zhu Houzhao's clear order, five or six bursting bombs soon exploded in different corners of the island, bursting into bursts of fire.

After a while, after the artillery fire stopped, a lot of strangely dressed slaves appeared on the island, dressed like cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

"I'm so bad, oh, my parents are dead!" A Japanese slave leader with two huge objects on his head shouted loudly at Zhu Houzhao's big boat, but no matter how it sounded, it sounded like he was digging his own ancestral grave.

"My lord, he is asking you where you are sacred, whether you want to die, and whether you have the courage to fight them on land!" Miyamoto Musashi hurriedly came over to translate.

But Zhu Houzhao obviously didn't want to know that digging his own ancestral grave was digging his own ancestral grave, what to do with so many high-sounding rhetoric.

Considering that there are still many remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period on the island, Zhu Houzhao never thought of directly killing this group of Japanese slaves, and it is naturally inevitable to go to the island to fight.

"Where's the special forces?" Zhu Houzhao gave an order, and more than 200 people immediately formed a phalanx behind him, and the military appearance was extremely mighty.

After so many years of development, the first batch of veterans of the special combat team have become officers, and there are basically 100 people under each of them.

More than 200 people can basically represent the highest combat power that the 100 households in the Ming army can fight.

"Landing on the island, slaughtering the Japanese slaves on the island, and rescuing the remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period on Diaoyu Island!"

With a roar, the team of 200 people immediately boarded the boat and rowed ashore.

"There are more than 1,000 people on the island, all of them are ronins who are proficient in knife skills, and more than 200 people will go up to deliver food." Miyamoto Musashi once again betrayed his compatriots, but he looked very excited.

Zhu Houzhao glanced at him lightly, and then ordered: "The other personnel listened to the order and immediately carried out energetic cover to ensure that every member of the special combat team landed on the island safely." ”

After saying that, he himself jumped directly from the bow of the ship and landed on a small landing boat.

The equipment of these special combat team members under Zhu Houzhao is the most sophisticated, and each of them has a layer of steel armor and a layer of chain mail, which add up to more than a pound.

On the left of his waist hangs a precision repeater with twelve steel bolts, and on the right is a more elaborate six-barreled franc. On the forearm of the left hand is a small arm shield that cannot be pierced by a musket, and on the back is a long-handled new embroidered spring knife that combines the advantages of Tang knife and Miao knife.

It can be said that it is armed to the teeth.

Under the leadership of Zhu Houzhao, a master equipped with the same weapon, this group of fierce beasts braved their own artillery fire and quickly rushed to the island.

In the blink of an eye, a position was opened up on the island that was sufficient to gain a foothold. As soon as the ship's personnel saw this scene, they immediately stopped the fire.

Zhu Hou looked at the loots who were gradually gathering, and let out a loud roar: "Kill!" ”

Holding the small steel crossbow on his waist and hiding it under the arm shield in his left hand, he rushed forward first, and the two hundred soldiers behind him moved neatly and consistently, and took out the same movements as Zhu Houzhao, and rushed towards thousands of Japanese slaves behind Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao stretched out his hand with a cold gaze, brushed aside the few scattered feather arrows, and raised his left hand to give the greatest feedback.

The Japanese longbow was larger due to the height of the bearer, but it was not as powerful as the special hand crossbow of the special combat team. It's not just the accuracy but also the strength that is a big difference.

Soon, several of the would-be slaves who could strike from a distance were shot into hedgehogs under his team's crossbows.

After a simple exchange of shots, the two sides entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat. This is Zhu Houzhao's instruction. From the first time he saw the Japanese slaves, he had an inexplicable anger in his heart.

This time, I chose the confrontation between cold weapons, just to let this group of grandsons know what real fighting is, and let them know that bushido is.

Meet at close quarters! A Japanese slave with a bald head in a circle walked on his legs, and raised his sword in both hands. Zhu Houzhao raised his head and glanced at him coldly, the embroidered spring long knife in his right hand did not immediately make a defensive posture, and was still hanging by his side.

When the slave saw that Zhu Houzhao did not raise his weapon, he was furious at the moment, grabbed it in one step, and slashed at Zhu Houzhao's right rib and the left major artery on his neck with two slashes as fast as thunder.

The first knife was to sweep Zhu Houzhao's neck artery, and Zhu Houzhao took a step back and easily dodged it. The second straight stab was obviously trying to pierce Zhu Houzhao's strong waist with one sword, but Zhu Houzhao also took a step to the left and easily dodged it again.

The two knives missed, the cold light flashed in the eyes of the slave, and his hands slanted upward, and he was about to disembowel Zhu Houzhao.

But he didn't have a chance, Zhu Houzhao took a step forward, his right hand seemed to move to lightning, and he rushed over from his side.

After Zhu Houzhao rushed behind this person and killed the three of them, the first Japanese slave let out a shocking scream, his hands fluttered and fell to the ground, and his internal organs had already fallen to the ground, and the smell was terrible.

With the first one, the next one is one after the other.

Swords, guns, crossbows and arrows, the members of the special combat team worked together to completely teach the Japanese slaves how to behave. Don't look at the weight of the special combat team members who each carried twenty or thirty pounds, but only more than 20 people were slashed by the Japanese with knives from beginning to end, and most of the others killed their opponents with a single face.

In just one meal, more than 1,000 Japanese slaves were killed by Zhu Houzhao's people, and three or four hundred people died tragically on the spot.

However, this was only the beginning, and the next was a one-sided slaughter. The crossbow arrows and furlong machines that the special forces barely used came in handy, and in less than an hour, ninety percent of the Japanese slaves were killed, and only a few escaped.

When Zhu Houzhao returned to the ship with all the Spring and Autumn relics he could find. Miyamoto Musashi's eyes almost popped out, he never thought that the ronin with superb sword skills would be defeated like this.

Zhu Houzhao wiped the little stinky blood splashed on his body, and said to Miyamoto Musashi, who was trembling, "You can go." ”

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes flickered, looked at the dilapidated nest of the Japanese slaves, and muttered, "Are you really willing to let me go?" ”

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and said, "Get out." ”

Miyamoto Musashi reluctantly got into the boat, and after rowing a distance, he turned around and shouted, "Master, although I don't know your name, Miyamoto Musashi still wants to speak." As long as the owner is willing, Miyamoto Musashi is willing to be the master's sit-down lackey at any time! ”

Zhu Houzhao sneered, the Japanese nation is really a lewd bloodline, and as early as hundreds of years ago, it had the talent of being afraid of the strong and liking to be lackeys for the strong.

It's a pity, although the island people are more similar to the big-eyed cute, they are far uglier than the big-eyed cute.

"Master, Miyamoto Musashi is still a little powerful in Japan, as long as the master arrives on the island, Miyamoto Musashi is willing to worship the master as the clan god!"

"Get out!" (To be continued.) )