Holding a loaded southern-style pistol, and a cavalry knife in his hand, Yamamoto squatted in the bushes beside him wrapped in a heavy cotton robe, and even gasped for breath with one hand to cover his mouth and slowly seep outward, for fear that the white breath exhaled from his mouth would be noticed.

From the bottom of my heart, Yamamoto didn't believe the evil that Itoshima Hisashi said at first!

The guys in the Chrysanthemum Society are almost all intelligence officers who have been specially trained by the Chrysanthemum Agency. Although some people's training is not focused on the use of weapons or melee combat, it is not too difficult to deal with three or two strong men with their bare hands. In addition, these Jushe guys who went out of the city to the contact point all carried hard fire family goods, and there were cavalry swords hidden in the luggage rolls tied to the back of the saddle, so they also had enough power to protect themselves!

Even if one or two of his companions are injured or even killed, they can always clean up those guys who used deceit to abolish several war horses of the Ju Society, right?

But the people who were around him were holding southern-style pistols and snowy cavalry swords to protect themselves and another companion and lead their horses out not far away, but the two people who suddenly came out of the forest on the left side of the road really made Yamamoto's heart cold!

In the middle of the night, I couldn't see the faces of the two people who suddenly came out of the woods, and even the figures of the two people could barely see a shadow. Yamamoto Shibu, who was protected by his companions in the middle of the pile, only felt a strange wind passing by his ears, and a guy from Kikusha with a southern-style pistol in his hand had already covered a bloody hole that suddenly appeared on his wrist, and saw that his knee skull with a big hole was picked and knelt on the ground screaming, and the southern-style pistol that he was originally holding in his hand was also thrown far away!

Before the surrounding Jushe guys turned their guns and aimed at the figures who were almost clinging to the ground, there was still a strange wind passing by, and another Jushe guy also covered his ribs and lay on the snow, and the sticky blood through the thick cotton robe actually sprayed out several feet away, staining the originally white snow with a black color.

With a gust of strange wind passing by the piled up in the dark, two faintly flickering silver lights drifted past the pile, and there was always a guy from the Jushe who didn't have time to turn his gun at all screaming or snorting and fell to the ground. The other shadow was even more palpitating - it wasn't even possible to see what the weapon in the shadow's hand looked like. The guy from the Jushe who is lying on the snow will have an extra blood hole in his body, even through the thick cotton robe, the wound is spraying blood outward!

Seeing his companions fall to his side one by one, Yamamoto Shibu and another Kikusha guy who was a little better at riding didn't think much about it at all, jumped on the horse, and whipped the war horse with the back of the cavalry sword, and rushed to the front of the road at a desperate price

It wasn't until that moment that Yamamoto Shikata was convinced that the sentence that Hisashi Iitoshima told was extremely correct - you. Not his opponent!

In the face of such an enemy who is as untraceable as a mountain ghost and as fierce as an eagle, I am afraid that only those ninjutsu masters who are more powerful than the Ogasawara brothers can become their opponents, right?

I don't know how long the horse galloped, and when Yamamoto Shibu was about to be frozen into ice stubble by the cold wind that seeped into the cotton robe, the biting cold feeling finally calmed Yamamoto Shi for a while

Obviously, those two very good guys are not the ones who don't have time to take care of the horses and leave. Instead, he deliberately let himself have a way out, so that he could follow the footprints left by the war horse under his crotch and rush to the contact point.

If you really bring those two guys with excellent skills to the contact point, even if there are twenty or thirty members of the Chrysanthemum Agency in the contact point, I am afraid that the danger that these two guys can bring in a hurry. What's more, this contact point already has all kinds of materials transferred by the other two contact points that were destroyed by the wind and snow, among them

Thinking of the white faces he had seen at the contact point, Yamamoto shivered again!

It's just because of the mistake that occurred after the carrier pigeon was stolen by someone, Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa had already beaten the manager of the Chrysanthemum Society to death in public. Although there is an intention to kill chickens and set an example, I am afraid that it is more necessary to find a suitable scapegoat, right?

Once those white faces have suffered losses

Suddenly grabbed the reins of the war horse, Yamamoto didn't care about the war horse under his crotch being strangled and neighed, and shouted to the only remaining companion beside him: "Shibuyi, ride a horse with me!"

Shibuyi, who had also grabbed the reins violently, turned his head and shouted, "Why do you want to do this?"

Urging the war horse, Yamamoto hurriedly caught up with Shibuki, who had already fled far away: "We must have someone stay behind to block the pursuers behind, and the other person must rush to the contact point as quickly as possible to report the news!" If you can transfer one person and two horses. Then you'll be able to buy enough time! Shibuki, after I find a suitable terrain in front of me, don't stop for a moment, and be sure to rush to the supply station as fast as possible! ”

Almost without saying anything, Yamamoto Shibu grabbed Shikki's arm violently, dragged Shibu to the back of the war horse he was riding, and then slapped the crotch of the war horse with the back of the cavalry war knife and ran forward.

Although it is in the name of an official road. But the roads outside Sijiu City are not so wide and smooth. In some places where the forest crosses the ditch, the avenue can only follow the terrain and winds in the shape of a mountain, extending towards the front in a wide and narrow way. When Yamamoto saw that the road ahead suddenly became narrow, he suddenly grabbed the reins of the war horse. He jumped off his horse quickly, looked up at Shibuki, who was riding on his horse, and shouted, "Change horses, and don't stop until you reach the contact point!"

Without waiting for Shibuyi to answer, Yamamoto Shibu had already rushed to the bushes on the side of the road, picked up a branch that had broken and fallen from the cold, rushed back to the middle of the road, and swept the footprints he had left behind like a frenzy.

Listening to the sound of the hooves of the war horse riding by Shibuki, the sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away, and before Yamamoto Shibu could take a few more breaths, the sound of the crumbling horses' hooves from the other end of the road had already made Yamamoto's hairs stand upside down!

The war horses he rode under his crotch were all carefully trained in the manor specially used to raise horses outside Sijiu City, and they were seriously things that could charge into battle. But even if he rode such a good horse all the way down, the pursuers behind him still came up steadily. Listening to the sound of the crushing horses' hooves, I'm afraid that the pursuers behind him are still saving horsepower, ready to sprint at the last moment?

Seeing that he grabbed the slap of the Southern-style pistol, he was already trembling. Yamamoto Shibu simply tore and pulled off the slightly obstructive glove with his teeth, and then bit his own slap hard!

The sharp pain in the heart suddenly made the slap, which was trembling with fear, temporarily return to stability. But at the same time, another thought vaguely popped up in Yamamoto's heart

Do you really have to risk your life to stop the two fearsome opponents chasing after you?

Even if you have a mental calculation or not, even if you have a loaded pistol in your hand, once you miss it. Will that ghostly opponent appear in front of his eyes in an instant, and then use his weapon that he can't understand what it is to open a transparent hole in his monkey head or heart?!

If you can't successfully block it, and even lose your life because of it, then what's the difference between it and a dog dying (Note 1)?!

From afar, I watched the two ponies walking slowly along the road. The muzzle of the gun in Yamamoto's hand pointed at the figure sitting on the waist of the two short horses, but he didn't dare to pull the trigger!

Let them pass like that

Even if the final contact point suffers the fate of destruction, in front of Sanosuke Katsumasa, as a brave man who risked his life to stop the enemy, even if he does not receive praise and rewards, at least he will not bear the charge of severe punishment brought by sniffing?

Seeing the two ponies getting closer and closer, Yamamoto hesitated. Finally, he closed his eyes and squatted in the bushes with his head drooped

As if to deliberately torture Yamamoto Shibu's nerves, which were about to be severed, the rhythm of the hooves of the two ponies moving slowly became slower and slower, and finally stopped not far from Yamamoto Shibu's hiding place?

opened his eyes slightly, and before Yamamoto could see the situation of the two ponies clearly in the subtle reflection on the snow, a lazy voice came from behind him: "Don't move, even if you are holding a hard fire in your hand, it is not as fast as the one in my hand!"

didn't wait for Yamamoto Shibu, who suddenly stiffened his body, to make other movements. A pair of slaps wearing thick gloves had already stretched out from Yamamoto's side, and he unceremoniously took the southern-style pistol that Yamamoto Shi had grasped in his hand, and grabbed the cavalry combat knife that Yamamoto Shi had placed beside him.

Hehe chuckled, and the lazy voice sounded from behind Yamamoto again: "I thought you were a fat master with a lot of courage, and you dared to think of blocking the road and beating us with black guns single-handedly?" But I didn't expect you to be a seedling - look at the seedlings, but you just don't shoot grain! It's all at this point in front of you, and I see you're standing up. Where's your dark kiln?"

With a hoarse throat, Yamamoto shook his head heavily: "I won't"

Before he finished speaking, the cavalry sword that belonged to Yamamoto Shi a moment ago had already whistling and slashing the hat that Yamamoto Shi had buttoned on his head, and gently and skillfully cut off a thin layer of the cotton hat that Yamamoto Shi was wearing on his head.

looked at Yamamoto Shibu who was so frightened that he shrunk his neck. Xiang Youbao, who was standing behind Yamamoto Shi, sighed slightly and put the cold snake tooth cone into his sleeve: "I said this master, if you are really a hard-boned man, you should be on fire with our two horses!" But looking at your close-eyed and gritted teeth, are you really afraid of our brothers, hiding here and quietly committing cowardice? I said this master, since you have been coaxed once, it is not difficult to coax again! Ma Yuer told the truth, and it is really not difficult for our brothers to be for you. But if you still want to carry it."

As if he had received a hint from Xiang Youbao, he quietly touched Han Liangpin, who was beside Yamamoto Shi, waved the cavalry knife that had just arrived, and slashed the hat on Yamamoto's head again!

Seeing the cotton that had been slashed by the blade scattered in the cold wind, Yamamoto fell to the ground: "Our contact point is thirty miles away!" Turn into five miles from the fork in the road, and a pot is "

PS: Note 1: There are some ridiculous places in the so-called bushido in Japan. Even if it is a death, there is still a twist - in the chaos of the army, someone was slapped with black bricks, and no one can prove that he died in battle and make a name for himself, it is called dog death, which means a meaningless death like a dog!

Some samurai believed that if they could not prove their military exploits and receive a reward for them, then laying down their lives for the lord would be "dog death". They said: "It is futile for the only man to enter the enemy's line and die without witnesses, and it can be said that he will die." ——Excerpt from "The Rise and Fall of Genping"

"To show martial courage, the emphasis is on knowing the place. In a place where no one can see, desperately begging for death is dog death. If anyone sees it, they should compete to be ahead of 10,000 people to show their bravery. Although he begged for death, he could be said to be famous for his descendants. —Excerpt from "The Legend of the Five Generations of Hojo"

In other words, the original intention of the dedication and martial spirit advocated by the Japanese samurai was to exchange for the favor of the lord and to become famous in the world, and it was not at all the so-called heroic and fearless and fearless life and death that the Japanese boasted.

In other words, that is

Even if you die, you have to pretend to be forced!