Chapter 122: Post-War Entertainment

Jiro never felt that he was a greedy person who was afraid of death, especially on the battlefield, and the word fear of death was a great shame for the samurai. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when two rounds of shooting had passed, he was horrified to see his companions being harvested like straw.

Didn't they come to Daming to kill people? Why are you now the one who has been killed?

When he was a murderer, it was not that he did not expect that one day he would be killed, but that he was deliberately hidden in his subconscious.

When the day really came, Jiro Shushita was still cowardly.

He saw a companion who got along day and night, his head was opened, and the white and red brains flowed out, which was terrible.

He didn't want to die like that, he didn't want his head to be opened.

So, he found the safest place to hide.

This place is the only well in the area.

The other Japanese were hiding, still thinking about fighting again later, but Jiro Shushita found a well to hide in, indicating that he did not plan to come out to continue the fight at all, but wanted to wait until the battle was over, and then climb out of the well, and then slip away.

He didn't feel shameless, he just thought that a battle that was impossible to win at all, why should he lose his life here in vain?

Hiding in the well, he listened to the gunshots outside, listened to the screams of his companions before they died, and he felt chills on his body, but he was also glad that he was not the one who died.

Later, there was a violent explosion, which proved that his choice was correct.

"Da Ming even shipped artillery, this is destined to be an impossible battle!"

He hid in the well, and when he heard footsteps outside, he knew that it was the Ming officers and soldiers cleaning the battlefield, so he hurriedly sank to the bottom of the water to avoid being discovered.

"It's good to be alive! As long as I can go back alive, I can endure anything! ”

Soaking in the icy well water, Jiro Shushita didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he even secretly rejoiced in his cleverness.

"Haha, as long as the Ming officers and soldiers disperse, and wait until night, I will climb out of the well, and when the time comes, I will still be a dignified warrior!"

Suddenly, he heard another sound of footsteps outside, and hurriedly dived into the water.

"Huh? What's going on? Didn't the commander say that there were Japanese people in this well? Doesn't seem to have one, right? ”

Another said, "Come out!" If you don't come out again, I'll shoot! ”

There was still no movement in the well.

One of the fighters fired a shot into the water.

With a "bang", a human head emerged from the water.

Both warriors laughed.

"Damn, you really picked a good place, and almost let you escape!"

"Aren't all the Japanese fighting quite brave, why is this one we caught so cowardly!"

Under the muzzle of two black holes, Jiro Shushita crawled out of the well in great embarrassment. Fortunately, wells in the south are generally shallow, otherwise you would have to go down a rope.

Jiro, who was drenched in the tree, was brought to Zhuo Shijie.

Now that the battle was over, Zhuo Shijie had also come down from the roof, and he stood at the intersection of the town, looking at the prisoner of war.

"The Japanese people are not tall, but they are very fierce, but this Japanese people don't seem to be very good, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and a lewd ...... face."

At this time, Zhao Tianren of the hundred households trotted over excitedly.

In his mind, the extremely fierce Japanese cole was annihilated so easily, this group of people is really amazing!

What made him feel unbelievable was that there were only one or twenty people in this group in total, how could they be so strong in combat! Nearly 100 fierce pirates were wiped out in front of them like bricks and tiles.

Even if they are thieves who occupy the mountain, he will never be able to offend.

As soon as he walked in front of Zhuo Shijie and them, he heard Zhuo Shijie's words, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "This hero, this is wrong, I have seen it with my own eyes, this widow slashed and killed two of my subordinates, extremely fierce!" ”

Zhuo Shijie glanced at Baihu indifferently, and looked at Baihu with a hairy heart, he hurriedly said: "Hero, what I said is true or false, you will know as soon as you ask." ”

Zhuo Shijie asked, "Just outside the town, you really killed two officers and soldiers?" ”

Andrei immediately translated his words to Jiro Treeshita.

Shuxia Jiro knew that since he was caught, he must be more than lucky, and when he saw Zhuo Shijie asking, he didn't hide it, and said quite proudly: "It's just two officers and soldiers, I have killed more than a dozen Ming officers and soldiers and civilians before!" ”

In their Japanese concept, in war, people should be killed, and killing people is the most honorable.

When Zhuo Shijie heard this, he didn't say a word, and waved his hand.

Two warriors stepped forward, one left and one right, and Jiro walked away under the tree.

Where does Jiro still not know what this is doing? This must be to cut off his head!

He had long heard that the executions of the Ming Dynasty were all carried out by cutting off their heads.

Death must not be avoided, but Jiro still has a wish unfulfilled.

He struggled hard, turned around and shouted, "I am not afraid of death!" But before I die, I have one more thing to say! ”

The surrounding warriors all burst out laughing.

"Not afraid of death? If you're not afraid of death, you still hide in the well! ”

"You can tell! It's shameless! ”

"The faces of the Japanese are all in the crotch!"

"Among the dozens of you people, I'm afraid you are the most afraid of death!"

Zhuo Shijie also thought it was funny, he was idle anyway, so he simply asked this widow to perform some entertainment for the soldiers, and fortunately, he relaxed after the battle, so he beckoned and asked the two soldiers to bring him over.

"Say whatever you want!"

Shuxia Jiro snorted coldly and said: "You Ming people will only use guns to sneak attack, if you have the guts, dare to fight with me with knives and guns!" ”

Hengzhi is a death, and the tree is out of the way.

After listening to Andre's translation, Zhao Tianren, who was next to him, took this opportunity to hurriedly pay tribute to Zhuo Shijie.

"You don't know the height of the sky, do you know that these heroes are all rare martial arts masters in the world, if you want to compete with them with knives and guns, isn't it self-defeating!"

It's a pity that he went up to the pole to pat himself on the back, and the translator didn't even look at him, let alone translate for him.

Although the Lord of Baihu knew that people looked down on him, he never expected that a retinue translator would not take him as a Baihu in his eyes, which made him suddenly feel that he was half a cut shorter.

After Zhuo Shijie listened to Jiro's words, it was exactly what he wanted.

This Japanese man actually slashed and killed more than a dozen Ming people, and killed him with one shot, which was too cheap for him.

He said to Sun Tiezhu beside him: "In this case, then fulfill him!" Have fun with him! ”

The word "good", he said very seriously.

Sun Tiezhu knew the meaning of the strings when he heard the sound, and immediately understood the meaning of the leader, and said: "Commander, don't worry, I will definitely play with him!" ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to the tree: "Come on, master, I'll play with you!" ”

Jiro's eyes lit up under the tree, and he could finally see the real kung fu of the Ming people.