The leader of the samurai of the island country can easily recognize him as an island man from the small hanging beard under his nose on his appearance, wearing a black wide samurai uniform, a Tang knife about one meter long pinned to his waist, and a pair of herringbone wooden shoes under his feet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info his expression was extremely arrogant, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Yong, and said a lot.

Tang Ming knew that these people were the warriors of the island country, Zhu Yong didn't know them, in his eyes, these people were very similar to those Japanese robbers on the sea, but he still thought that these were the warriors of Luzon, but this chatter made him a little confused. The language spoken by Lu Song was obviously different from these people, and he immediately turned his gaze to Tang Ming to the side.

Tang Ming smiled and whispered to him: "The warriors of the island country are called Japanese in our Ming Dynasty!" ”

"Yo Xi, are you from the Ming Dynasty?" When the warrior of the island country led by him heard Tang Ming's words, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he asked in a stiff Da Ming dialect.

Zhu Yong frowned slightly, it turned out that they were widows, no wonder he felt so uncomfortable when he saw them. In fact, Zhu Yong still misunderstood these island warriors, and their so-called warriors were not the same as those who often committed crimes in the waters of the Ming Dynasty.

The true samurai of the island nation are the pillars of their respective families in their own countries, and they are also the standard for measuring the strength and weakness of a family. At this time, they were still island countries with a family system, and they were the officers and soldiers of the various clans in the local administration, and there was a big difference in their essence from those who were forced to survive at sea due to the defeat at home.

One side has to do some illegal things at sea for the continuation of the family or waiting for a comeback, and the other party goes to sea to expand his family's influence and promote the family's bushido spirit outside the territory. Different goals made them very different paths, and the samurai had a high status in their own country, so they were arrogant enough to do the wrong things at sea.

But for Zhu Yong or the Ming people who were deeply disturbed by the Japanese invaders, there was no difference between them, so it was understandable for Zhu Yong to connect them to each other at this moment. Regardless of whether he was a samurai or a widow, Zhu Yong had completely lost interest in the face of this group of island warriors who surrounded him like flies.

He snorted coldly, took the embroidered spring knife from his waist and slapped it on the table, and the crisp sound of 'snap' immediately startled those unsuspecting island warriors, and when they realized that they were ugly, they were so ashamed and angry that they saw that the solid wood table actually had a hole.

A casual snap of a hole in the solid wood table top was far greater than the samurai with a contemptuous mentality could have expected. The samurai's face changed suddenly, and at this moment he clearly knew that he had encountered a hard scum today, and the person with this skill was already very close to the level of their master.

Although he knew that he and the others might not be the opponents of Zhu Yong in front of him, the warriors of the island country were still arrogant, after all, two fists were hard to beat four legs, no matter how powerful Zhu Yong was, he could not defeat their brothers. Therefore, the samurai led by him was not afraid of Zhu Yong, but at this moment, he did not dare to look down on Zhu Yong as much as he did at the beginning, but said with a little caution: "If you want to compete with us, the bright sword ......." ”

Before the samurai at the head could finish speaking, Zhu Yong, who was extremely impatient, did not allow him to ramble any longer, and suddenly waved his hand and slapped it in front of him with the sound of whirring wind. Once upon a time, the fight between the samurai was despised like this, and as soon as Zhu Yong made a move, a big slap roared, isn't this looking down on him?

The samurai's face turned from blue to purple, and the speed of change was impressive, as a samurai who valued dignity very much, he would never allow the other party to look down on him so much. A burst of shouts came out of his mouth, and the 'hey' fists turned into palms and cut straight into Zhu Yong's rushing big hand.

Zhu Yong turned a blind eye to the samurai's hand sword, and his palm still went straight to the left side of his face, and at the moment when the samurai at the head of the samurai struck, Zhu Yong had already seen through that his strength was by no means as great as his own. The samurai's seemingly ferocious hand knife was just flashy and unrealistic, and a crisp 'snap' sound sounded from the moment the two hands touched each other, but this was not the sound of the two palms colliding, but the crisp sound of Zhu Yong's palm slapping on the samurai's face without being crooked.

"Poof!" The samurai at the head would never have imagined that Zhu Yong's seemingly insipid slap would be so powerful, two teeth erupted from his mouth, and the samurai covered his swollen left face, and was instantly stunned on the spot.

Zhu Yong was unforgiving, and with a reversal of his castrated palm, he hit the other side of the samurai's face fiercely, and two teeth erupted from the samurai's mouth. Zhu Yong clenched it into a fist, with a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, and smashed viciously on the face of the samurai whose entire face had turned into a pig's head.

This punch hit his nose, and after a muffled sound, he saw the samurai's head tilt back heavily, and blood spurted out wildly.

The change in the scene happened so quickly that by the time the other samurai reacted, their elder brother had fainted to death in blood.

Zhu Yong shook off the blood that was splashed on his hand, and said with disdain: "Look at how loud he roared just now, how powerful he thought, his grandmother's can't even stand up to Lao Tzu's punch, so he dares to call himself a warrior outside, phew!" ”

These words were like a bomb exploding in a dung pit, and the remaining samurai drew their swords in their hands and swarmed up. More than a dozen Tang knives flashing with a cold light that pinched people's hearts greeted Zhu Yong's body without a head, this momentum was indeed amazing, but it couldn't scare Zhu Yong, who had survived from the battlefield of thousands of troops, quickly grabbed the embroidered spring knife placed on the wooden table, and grabbed the corner of the table with the other hand just wanted to exert force.

Seeing that Tang Ming, who had not moved, suddenly took out a black flintlock pistol from his arms, 'touched' Tang Ming pulled the trigger without hesitation, and after a loud bang, the entire second-floor wood was so quiet that it could be heard that the needle was falling.

The samurai who rushed to the front just now was smashed into a rotten watermelon by Tang Ming's flintlock pistol, and red and white splashed everywhere. After a long time, the sound of vomiting spread all over the second floor, and Zhu Yong's body was also splashed, he stared at Tang Ming viciously, and wiped it helplessly.

Tang Ming didn't care about Zhu Yong's dissatisfaction at all, he slowly loaded the gunpowder and bullets, and said to the warriors with a cruel smile: "Take the corpses of your companions and disappear in front of my eyes immediately, otherwise you will hum ......." (To be continued.) )