Listening to the small gate out of the city slamming behind him, Iitoshima Hisashi looked at several companions standing outside the city gate with their southern pistols pointed directly at the small gate of the city, and shouted in Japanese in a low voice: "Not now! ”

Obediently taking the pistol back into his arms, all the Kikusha men led their horses towards the main road connecting the city gates, and muttered in Japanese in anger: "This is a bastard!" If there is not a more important task to be completed, then in any case, use their lives to wash away today's shame! ”

"Iitomi-kun, maybe we can get rid of these insatiable guys after completing this mission, right? It's just a few military police guarding the city gate, as long as they are on duty, no one should care about their lives or deaths?! ”

"Even if you are charged with rash action, you must kill these guys! After this operation, I will bear the blame, will you join me in killing these bastards? ”

With a gloomy face, Iitoshima Hisashi walked in silence without saying a word. It wasn't until he was about a mile away from the city gate that Hisakata Iitoshima stopped and shouted to his companions behind him, who were still muttering in a low voice, "Now is not the time to talk nonsense, check your horses, and then follow the instructions of the shopkeeper and move separately at the fork in the road five miles ahead!" ”

Qi Qi agreed, and those people who had been beaten for no reason and were full of anger suddenly quieted down, carefully untied the wheat straw and thick cloth tied to the horses' hooves, and then tidied up the saddle that was dragged crooked by those military policemen, and then jumped on the horse's back, followed by Iitoshima Hisashi, who also turned over on the horse, and walked along the avenue in front of the city gate.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. What's more, the wind and bitter cold are even worse, and less than two miles after riding on a horse, most of the Jushe guys were frozen and shrunk up, almost all of them were lying on horseback to avoid the cold wind blowing in their faces. On the contrary, it was Itomi Shima Hisa, as soon as he got on horseback, the spirit of the whole person completely changed. Even against the cold wind. Hisashi Itoshima straightened his waist like a bamboo spear and stuck it in the saddle, showing that he was a figure who had worked horseback.

Riding horses and Itoshima walked side by side, and a man from the Chrysanthemum Society, who could barely look on the horse, whispered to Iitoshima with a little compliment: "Iitomi-kun, when we reach the fork in the road, will we act according to the shopkeeper's orders?" Or is it "

Glancing at the Kikusha guys lying on the horses behind him, and then looking at the two companions around him who could barely look on horseback, Itoshima nodded slightly: "It is necessary to ensure that we can notify the personnel of the contact point to evacuate in a timely manner, and in order to achieve this purpose, we will make necessary adjustments in personnel." And it should be too! When we get to the fork in the road, you two will follow me."

Hurriedly agreeing to Iitoshima Hisashi's words, the Kikusha guys who came to Iitoshima Hisashi's side twisted around on horseback, and immediately changed to a high-spirited appearance, and shouted to the Kikusha guys who were cowering and lying on horseback: "It's such a cold, can't you bear it?" How can someone entrust such an important task to you?! After a while, you're at the fork in the road, you guys"

Before he finished speaking, the war horse under the crotch of Iitoshima Hisashi, who was walking in the front, suddenly screamed. The two front legs fell heavily to their knees. And after Itomi Shimahisa's war horse knelt down, several other war horses also neighed and knelt on the ground.

Except for Iitoshima, who jumped up sharply at the moment when the war horse knelt down. After jumping nimbly to the ground and standing firm, the other Jusha guys were caught off guard, and they all fell to the ground like a stone according to the momentum of the war horse's fall. One of the Ju Society guys was also too lucky, and he actually clubbed his head on a sharp stone, and he died without snorting!

Turning a deaf ear to the successive screams and howls of his fallen companions behind him. He didn't even look at the war horse that knelt down behind him, but Hisashi Iitoshima's eyes were staring at the dark woods beside the road, and even his breath became short, like a wolf that smelled blood, quietly distinguishing where the smell of blood came from in the wind?

Struggling to get up from the ground. The Kikusha guy who was originally riding a horse next to Iitoshima Hisashi took out a flashlight from the saddle bag of the war horse lying on the ground, and shone it on the two front legs of the war horse's kneeling.

But a moment later, the guy from the Kikusha who was holding the flashlight had already untied a thin black silk thread from the horse's hooves and hurriedly handed it to Iitoshima Hisashi: "Iitomi-kun, what do you think this is?" ”

With the bright light of the flashlight, Iitoshima took the black thread-like thing and looked at it in front of his eyes. But after a while, Iitoshima already sneered and snorted, "It seems to be my opponent!" ”

With a somewhat suspicious look on his face, the guy from the Kikusha who came to Iitoshima Hisashi was surprised and shouted, "Iifu-kun, you mean"

Twisting the black silk thread-like thing in his hand, Iitoshima Hisashi whispered like a dream: "When I was outside the gate, I also saw something similar, it was a sharp weapon used by those horse thieves outside the gate to block the pursuers!" It looks as soft as a silk thread, but it's actually as flexible as a steel wire. I'm afraid the hooves of those war horses will be strangled, right? Characters who know how to use this kind of tool, who know a lot about Marco, can be my opponent! ”

Regardless of whether the Jusha guy next to him heard his dreamy words clearly, Iitoshima turned his head sharply to look at the Kikusha guy standing beside him: "How many horses are still uninjured?" ”

Glancing back in a panic, the Ju Society guy replied in annoyance: "There are only two horses!" Other"

With a cold face, Iitoshima Ku shouted in a deep voice: "Enough! If you two are a little better at riding, ride to the contact point right now! Let the others figure out the way for you in front of you, and you shouldn't be able to damage the horses anymore! ”

Looking at Iitoshima Hisashi, who slowly untied the heavy cotton robe on his body, the Chrysanthemum guy couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice: "Iitomi-kun, you want"

With his eyes fixed on the dark woods, Iitoshima snorted in a low voice, "I can feel it." Those people are watching us in the woods, I stay, face them! ”

Shaking his head again and again in a panic, the Ju Society guy shouted in a panic: "How can this be? Fan Fujun, you should take on more important responsibilities! If you'll allow you, leave it to us! Even if it's for our lives, we have to do it."

He shook his head with a sneer. Hisashi Itomi threw the bloated cotton robe he had just taken off to the ground: "You are not his opponent!" ”

Ignoring the anxious look on his face beside him, Iitoshima turned around suddenly, pulled out a cavalry knife from the luggage roll tied behind the saddle of the war horse lying on the ground, and held it tightly in his hand.

Muttering a prayer in his mouth, the cavalry war knife that Iitoshima Hisashi held tightly in his hand swiped backhanded, neatly cutting off the blood vessels under the neck of the war horse that he was still carefully taking care of!

In the bitter cold wind, the blood splattered from the neighing warhorse's veins, splashing like rain and mist on Iitoshima Hisashi's head and face. Under the light of the flashlight, he was like a bloodthirsty monster who broke into the world from the Nine Hells!

I don't talk to the people from the Jusha Society who are gathered around me anymore. Iitoshima hung his head, closed his eyes slightly, waved the cavalry sword in his hand, and pointed straight in the direction of the main road

Looking at the resolute appearance of Hisashi Iitoshima, the other Kikusha guys looked at each other a few times, and could only lead the only two remaining war horses, and a few Kikusha guys walked in front, walking towards the road step by step, and gradually disappeared into the darkness at the end of the road.

Breathe steadily. Hisashi Iitoshima waited until he could no longer hear the sound of horses' hooves in his ears before slowly opening his eyes. Raised his voice and shouted into the woods on the left side of the road, "I know you are here! Come out and face to face! ”

It seems that he didn't hear the shouting of Iitoshima Hisa, and there was no movement in the woods of Daozuo. On the contrary, the hardy birds that had been nesting on the dead branches were so frightened by the shouts of Iitoshima that they fluttered their wings and flew into the dark night sky with a scream.

As if facing an evenly matched opponent in a kendo dojo, Iitoshima moved slowly. Standing sideways in the direction of the left woods of the road: "Are you scared?" I'm the only one here, and no one will disturb our fair showdown! Show up and stand in front of me like a real man, a real samurai! ”

In addition to the cold wind shuttling through the forest, the shouts of Iitoshima Hisashi still couldn't wait for the expected response. But upon careful listening, Hisashi Iitoshima could clearly distinguish between the trees. Someone is lightly leaning on the cover of the tree trunk, dodging and peeking at their movements.

With a cruel laugh, Iitoshima sat cross-legged next to the corpse of the war horse that had just been killed by himself, put the cavalry sword horizontally behind his knees, and closed his eyes slightly.

Just as he learned from his elders when he was a child, a truly good samurai has always faced the intricate attacks of his opponents with a calm mind like water. Only in this state of meditation can a sudden swing of a knife accurately penetrate any of the opponent's attacks and defenses, causing the opponent's throat to spew out blood flowers like cherry blossoms

I don't know how long I sat quietly in the cold wind, but in the ears of Itomi Shima Hisashi, I finally heard some footsteps that were obviously tentative and hesitant. Judging by the weight and speed of the footsteps, those peepers hidden in the woods obviously felt that it was better to take advantage of the large number of people to attack from the main road, and they had all slowly touched themselves from the main road!

Almost just as Iitoshima was about to jump up suddenly, swinging the cavalry sword in his hand to launch a killing blow at the opponent who was already close to his side, a voice with an obvious tremor suddenly sounded in Iitoshima's ears: "Iitoshima-kun, you don't care, right? ”

His eyes widened suddenly, and Iitoshima looked at the several Kikusha guys standing in front of him, supporting each other, and suddenly jumped up from the ground in surprise, almost yelling at the Kikusha guys who were obviously scarred: "How did you go to the people of the contact point"

Holding his cheek, which had been beaten out of a blood groove by raw extraction, a man from the Chrysanthemum Society said to Iitomi Island in embarrassment: "Iitomi-kun, there are really two people in ambush in front of you, and you have injured all of us!" Thankfully, everyone fought for their lives, and the two messengers on horseback were able to rush out."

Looking dumbfounded at the Kikusha guys who were not too seriously injured, but they could only barely move forward by supporting each other, Iitoshima jumped up and roared angrily: "Go back to the city!" Go back to the city at once, and report to the shopkeeper what happened here."

On such a cold night, even if it is an iron diamond and a bronze Arhat, it should not be frozen in the cold wind for half an hour. Wearing a close-fitting short dress, he put up a shelf in the field, and froze for a while, which is also a loss to Iitoshima Jiu is more or less a practitioner, although his life is safe, but he is still frozen to the cold (to be continued......)