"Fifth Master Han doesn't have to be polite, we are originally Han people born from the same roots, and as soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, it is also our duty to protect you." Mo Ning put down the bowl and chopsticks, quickly wrote a note, and asked Wang Yongqing's navigator to take it back to Bazhang Island immediately, while he and the soldiers who had already arrived were stationed in Han Wuye's hut.

As soon as it was light, six ships carrying two hundred soldiers landed on Aonoshima.

Knowing when the Japanese would retaliate, Mo Ning decided to take the initiative, and as soon as the soldiers came ashore, he arranged for the soldiers to encircle and suppress the Japanese samurai on the island.

Mo Ning left 50 soldiers and stationed them near Han Wuye's hut, and the remaining 150 soldiers, plus the 10 soldiers who landed on the island yesterday, all participated in the encirclement and annihilation of the Japanese.

The Japanese usually concentrate in the area of Outer Wheel Mountain, and Mo Ning led his soldiers in a neat line and marched all the way to Outer Wheel Mountain.

When they were still more than two miles away from the foothills of Wairim Mountain, they found a group of people on the mountain, winding down the mountain path.

At this tense moment, there will definitely be no Han people playing in Outer Wheel Mountain.

"Watch out for the enemy and get ready for battle!"

As soon as Mo Ning gave the order, the one hundred and sixty soldiers were immediately divided into three teams, the soldiers in the front row were all half-squatting, the soldiers in the middle bent down slightly, giving up the line of sight in front, and the soldiers in the back row were straight as loose, their eyes were like electricity, and they were staring at the group of uninvited guests on the mountainside from the gap between the head and shoulders of the soldiers in the middle row.

All flintlock pistols were loaded with ammunition, and the muzzles were aimed at the Japanese in front of them.

The crowd on the opposite hill had already come to the foot of the mountain, and they were indeed Japanese, with dark gray kimonos, which were already very ragged, and I don't know if they were scratched by the thorns on the mountain.

The weapons of the Japanese were all wooden, either long clubs or slightly sharpened wooden swords. Although they don't have weapons to match, their eyes are still burning with the unique arrogance and fighting spirit of samurai.

These exiled Japanese samurai, instigated by their leader, began to descend the mountain as soon as dawn, ready to take revenge on the Han people on the island, and if they could completely defeat the Han people on the island, they would take the opportunity to take control of the whole island.

Once their conspiracy succeeded, from then on, they would not curl up on the outer wheel mountain, but occupy the island for a look◎∫dǐng◎∫diǎn◎∫ small ◎ ∫ said, .2▼3.o⊥s_(); The endless plains, and let all the Han people on the island become their slaves, the men plough the land for them, and the women give birth to children for them.

Good intentions and wonderful prospects inspired every Japanese, who trotted all the way down the hill, in an unstoppable attitude, ready to rush to the living quarters of the Han people.

But the Japanese slowed down, and the Mourning stood in their way.

For more than 2,000 years, the quiet life on the island is about to be broken, and a large-scale battle between the Han and the Japanese is about to begin, which is a decisive battle to determine the dominance of Aonoshima, and whether the Taoist ideology of the island's quiet and inactive behavior can be inherited and continued.

Once the Han people are defeated, the peace of the island will be destroyed immediately, and the Han people on the island will also become slaves of the Japanese, falling from heaven to hell.

Monin stood at the back of the line, his eyes fixed on the Japanese opposite.

After a brief hesitation, the Japanese, amid the cries of the leader, quickened their pace again, and they ran and pounced on the Ming army, as if it were a team marathon.

The wooden sticks and swords held high pierced the air in front of them, and the ground was trampled with a "thump" sound, accompanied by a slight shaking, and if it were not for the Japanese holding swarthy wooden sticks, I would have thought that the Great Fukushima Earthquake had erupted hundreds of years in advance without warning.

The Ming army did not move like a mountain.

The three rows of gunners, all like Monin, stared closely at the Japanese samurai running over, and they mentally calculated the distance between the two sides.

Three hundred steps, the Ming army did not move.

Two hundred steps, the Ming army did not move.

A hundred steps, the Ming army still did not move.

Already within range of the flintlock pistol, Mourning still did not give the order to shoot.

These Japanese, all infantry, no matter how happy they ran, were no match for the four-legged horses, and Mourning was not worried that they would break through the positions of the flintlock muskets.

Mo Ning's only concern was that these so-called Japanese samurai, in the face of huge casualties, they turned around and fled, and the biggest shortcoming of the flintlock pistol was that they could not reload when pursuing, and they could not pursue when reloading.

Now every time the Japanese take a step forward, they will be close to the god of death, and when they run away in the future, the number of people who will slip through the net will be smaller.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

When the Japanese ran to a distance of only eighty paces from the gunners in the front row, Mourning finally gave the order to shoot, and the gunners in the first row, without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

The more than a dozen Japanese samurai who were the fastest and might have won a marathon medal suddenly seemed to collapse, and one by one they scrambled to fall at the foot of Outer Rim Mountain.

The casualties of their companions, the red blood, inspired the indomitable fighting spirit of the Japanese samurai, who shouted one by one in an incomprehensible language, stepped over the corpses of their comrades, and pounced on the flintlock pistols of the Ming army.

The second and third rows of flintlock musketeers did not disappoint these Japanese samurai, and their bullets made the Japanese who ran the most happily once again see the flintlock pistol killing invisibly.

Samurai never feared death or blood, which only fueled their fighting spirit until their opponents fell in front of them, or they fell in front of them.

In the samurai's dictionary, there is never an escape, either victory - celebration or defeat - death.

The Japanese samurai continued their long run, and the corpses on the ground did not stop their resolve, and they jumped and jumped to avoid the annoying obstacles until they became the obstacles of others.

In three rounds of shooting, the Japanese fell seventy or eighty, and the ground was full of Japanese, wounded soldiers or corpses.

In the face of death, in the face of inexplicable death, the samurai spirit finally met the enemy.

The remaining dozens of Japanese samurai, as if stepping on the Cobra King, stopped out of range of the flintlock pistol in an instant, and even their leader stood in place.

Changing one's habits is painful, and being forced to change one's habits is an ordeal.

I don't know if the leader of the Japanese is willing to lose the spirit of the samurai at this moment.

Mo Ning didn't know the spirit of the samurai, and he didn't care what the spirit of the Japanese had, seeing that the Japanese stopped out of the range of the flintlock pistol because of fear, he decided to provoke these desperate Japanese and stimulate their will to fight, if these Japanese could still bear it, it meant that they had lost the will to fight, and from now on, it would be better to be slaves of the Han Chinese.

He whispered a few words to the soldiers beside him, and the fifteen soldiers on the left immediately put down their flintlock pistols and left the original queue, they drew their waist knives and quickly rushed to the front of the gunners.

The Japanese immediately cheered up, they thought that the Ming army was going to counterattack.

There were only fifteen soldiers, the number was too small, they would not fight the Japanese samurai in hand-to-hand combat, and when they found the wounded Japanese, they couldn't help but say that it was a meal of chopping melons and vegetables, so that these painful Japanese could reach Bliss early.

Wounded Japanese were either seppuku, or pierced through the heart, or their heads cut off directly.

After completing the task, the fifteen soldiers of the Ming army did not stop at all, and swaggered back to their original positions.

The Japanese on the opposite side suddenly seemed to have exploded, they stood in place, and they all slashed the air with their wooden sticks and swords, as if each of them was a good hand at splitting the air and could avenge their companions through the air.

The leader of the Japanese could no longer hold his breath, if he was allowed to be humiliated by the Ming army like this, even if he could escape back to Wailun Mountain, he would not be able to say whether he could succeed as a leader, and I am afraid that he would be forced to apologize to his subordinates.

He again gave the order to advance.

The chaotic footsteps, the chaotic shouts and curses, and even the eyes of the Japanese launched a suicidal charge towards the Ming army.

Mo Ning calmed down, and he stared closely at the thirty or forty Japanese who rushed across him, their hair buns swaying from side to side and beginning to be a little scattered, and he wanted to put the Japanese down seventy paces.

If there were another big casualty, the Japanese would probably have to flee, and once they were allowed to flee into the outer rim mountain, it would be very difficult to catch them again.

The Japanese who rushed to the front fell, which did not eliminate the anger of the Japanese behind, and the pace of the charge did not hesitate at all.

Until the Japanese in the back also suffered casualties, and even their leader fell under the flintlock pistols of the Ming army.

The Japanese who had stopped their tracks, there were only a dozen or so left, and when these Japanese saw that their leaders had fallen, they immediately turned around and ran violently, which was simply the Olympic 100-meter final.

The gunners increased the range of the flintlock pistols to the maximum, knocked down three or four more people, and finally seven or eight escaped.

"Tuanzao, do you want to chase or not?" The soldier was so excited that he had already put down his flintlock pistol and was about to pull out his waist knife.

Mo Ning said angrily, "What are you chasing?" Caught up with these kendo masters, can you beat them? ”

"Tuanza, there are many of us......" The soldiers looked at the Japanese who were gradually moving away, and looked quite regretful.

"I know that there are many people," Mo Ning did not look at the fleeing Japanese, "pass the order down and harvest the wounded soldiers." "He's already using these Japanese as an army for a showdown.

The "Tuanza ......" pro-soldier was still reluctant, and he kept staring at the Japanese until they disappeared in the bushes of the outer rim mountain.

"Go and give the order." Mo Ning let out a loud sigh.

Only then did the soldiers retract their reluctant gaze, "Yes, Tuanza." ”

All the Japanese on the ground were dead, and Mo Ning counted them, and there were ninety-eight corpses in total.

The soldiers still felt regretful: "Tuanza, there are still two corpses left to a hundred, if you chase and kill the fleeing Japanese......"

"It's okay to escape......" Mo Ning muttered to himself.

"Tuanza ......"

Mo Ning was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses, "I mean, if you catch up with those Japanese, they will definitely fight for their lives, they are kendo masters, plus they are desperate, we will definitely have casualties, if you don't get your life, you will be lost on this Blue Island, don't chase it!" ”

"Tuanza, I see." The pro-soldier smiled gratefully, "Tuanza, what about these Japanese corpses?" ”

"Put it here for the time being, let Han Wuye take a look, and then let his people deal with it." Mo Ning had a plan in his heart, and he was in a good mood, "Let's go, let's line up and go back." ”

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