In the face of the Japanese-style samurai long knife held in both hands, coupled with the opponent's starting hand open door, Lin Yiqing, who has experienced a hundred battles, will of course accurately grasp the opportunity.

Lin Yiqing's purpose in snatching the knife was also to arm himself.

At the moment when he stood up, Lin Yiqing already knew that he was completely naked, and he didn't even have a pair of pants, let alone the original carry-on equipment.

And now that he has a knife in his hand, he can face the possible crises in this strange world.

For a special forces soldier like him, the knife is tantamount to a second life. Although the katana in his hand is a little longer and not too smooth, it is better than nothing.

What's more, the knife technique of the long knife is one of his strengths.

Back then, his record of fighting out of the jungle with a "Steel Eagle" sword has always been the envy of his comrades.

Another Japanese samurai was taken aback when he saw Lin Yiqing knock out his companion with an easy blow, and his face couldn't help but show fear.

It can be said that he has seen a person who can snatch the knife from his companion's hand in an instant, so to speak.

Lin Yiqing grabbed the knife in his hand, shook his wrist, and pointed the knife at the other party, he was almost slashed for no reason, he was angry in his heart, and was about to question the other party, but suddenly saw that behind this Japanese samurai, there was a group of samurai surrounded by a large and a small two shoulders, and he immediately understood what was going on.

In ancient Japan, nobles were escorted by samurai when traveling, and according to the custom, if the common people encountered a daimyo or a nobleman's honor guard, they had to kneel and retreat, otherwise they would be punished, and sometimes they might be slashed by the nobles' samurai in the street. Even in modern times, there have been vicious cases of foreigners being slashed and killed in the streets, such as the "Shengmai Incident".

It may be because he was lying naked on the street just now, blocking the way of this noble honor guard, and the Japanese samurai accompanying him thought that he was deliberately provoking, so he drew his sword and faced each other.

Sure enough, the Japanese samurai shouted: "You lie down without clothes to block the road, and you dare to rush into the general's guard of honor and beat the general's guard, don't you want to die?" Don't think that if you are a Qianguo, you can do anything wrong! This is Japan! It's not a dry country! ”

In any case, even if it is in your way, you can't just use a knife to cut people! If you want to cut someone, you have to pay the price! Lao Tzu has never been beaten and didn't fight back in his life! Lin Yiqing listened to his shouts and thought viciously.

However, why did he call himself a "Qianguo man"?

This was the third time he had heard the word "Qianguo."

Don't......

"Kill...... Qianguo Pig ......" The Japanese samurai lying on the ground struggling scolded with a dying breath, his eyes full of resentment, "The Qianguo Short-haired Pig (this word is used strangely)...... Kill them all......"

He was first hit in the abdomen by Lin Yiqing with his knee just now, and after being snatched from the knife, he was hit by Lin Yiqing's elbow in the chest, breaking two ribs, and he struggled for a long time and couldn't get up.

For a samurai, an injury is a trivial matter, and it is a great shame for an opponent to take the long sword of the "Samurai Soul". It was he who viciously asked his companion to kill Lin Yiqing.

Hearing the words of the fallen warrior, the Japanese samurai in front of Lin Yiqing did not howl like his previous companions, drew his sword and slashed at Lin Yiqing with both hands, but steadied his footsteps and stared at Lin Yiqing.

Lin Yiqing seemed to stand there casually, but the knife in his hand slowly raised.

In the honor guard, a senior warrior on a horse saw Lin Yiqing's movements, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Lin Yiqing held the handle of the Japanese knife in his hand, and in an instant, the Japanese samurai squatted slightly, his body was in a "tiger position", and he pressed the handle of the knife on his waist like lightning, and Lin Yiqing could already hear the friction sound of the knife coming out of the sheath from his waist. His hand tightened, and the long knife was raised instantly.

The dazzling sword light flew cross-flew, and it was extinguished in a flash.

The Japanese samurai stood there dumbfounded, his long knife already out of his hand and falling to the ground with the sound of metal falling to the ground. He maintained a strange posture, but his eyes were full of horror and fear.

Lin Yiqing silently looked at the sky, and pointed his long knife at the sky. The knife he had just made was like an arc of a wild goose flying, leaving a terrible wound in the opponent's chest.

The Japanese samurai let out a heavy sigh, slowly slumped down, and sat down on the ground.

As a samurai who is proficient in traditional Japanese swordsmanship, he knows that although Lin Yiqing's knife hurt him, it was obviously merciful to his subordinates, and although his injury was serious, it was not fatal.

Seeing this scene, the Japanese samurai on the horses couldn't help but tighten their reins, and the horses sitting down let out uneasy neighing.

The Japanese samurai, sitting on the ground, bowed his head and took a difficult look at the wound on his chest, and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a pool of bloody water. Lin Yiqing was in front of the horizontal knife, staring at the blade. The long knife glowed coldly in the sunlight.

The two servant samurai stepped forward and helped the two Japanese samurai who were injured and fell to the side, several senior samurai turned over and dismounted, and a senior samurai stepped in front of Lin Yiqing and slowly stood still.

"May I ask Your Excellency, what is the intention of intercepting General Saigo's driving?" The samurai asked.

Hearing the other party say the name of "General Saigo", Lin Yiqing looked at the closed shoulder that looked like a small square temple carried by the husband, and his heart moved.

Could it be that the one sitting inside is ......

"The general is known to love the people, but today he sees that the general connived at his subordinates to act recklessly against the civilians, is it a move to worry about the country and the people?" Lin Yiqing sneered and replied in Japanese.

Hearing Lin Yiqing's answer, the warrior in front of him changed his face.

"You dare to insult the general! I, Beppu Shinsuke, want to duel with you! A dismounted warrior next to him was furious and shouted at Lin Yiqing.

"I, Shinpachi Murata, am going to duel with you too!"

"Nope! Let my Saigo Kobei come and duel with you! ”

Hearing the names of several Japanese samurai on the newspaper, Lin Yiqing suddenly realized that he now knew who this Saigo general was sitting on his shoulder.

Takamori Saigo, a famous name in modern Japanese history!

Now that I know that it is Saigo Takashi, I have a rough idea of the era I live in.

It's just that why did the two Japanese samurai who were knocked down by themselves just now call themselves "Qianguo people" instead of "Qing Guo people" as they did in history?

China in the heyday of Saigo, but in the late Qing Dynasty!

"Don't talk about it!" The samurai in front of Lin Yiqing shouted loudly, suppressing the voices of the samurai, "It's better for me to do it from Shinohara Country!" ”

Shinohara's voice pulled Lin Yiqing's thoughts back, and Lin Yiqing looked at the noisy Japanese samurai and sneered.

"Don't bother with it anymore." He waved the Japanese sword in his hand, "You guys can get on it together." ”