Chapter 227: The Dream of an Emperor for a Thousand Generations (19)
On the battlefield, the fighter plane is often fleeting, and the Black Shadow Man is worthy of being a master on the battlefield, and he is naturally unwilling to lose the defensive gap that appears in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Like a hungry wolf smelling blood, he saw the right time, led the entire wolf pack, and launched a charge.
The older samurai seemed to feel something, and Fang Cai's shout naturally did not escape his ears.
He quickly used his body to resist the attack from the darkness, and shouted in his mouth:
"Be careful!" Then he used his body to resist the attack from the darkness.
By the faint light, the young samurai, who had seen clearly what was happening in front of him, stabbed into the body of the eldest brother with a dog-legged short knife, and in the darkness were countless attackers, flashing like ghosts.
Then he went straight to the armory, flashing and moving, jumping up and down, and he couldn't see it at all.
"Yesβ" Before the young warrior could shout his warning, he suddenly felt a slight chill in his throat, and then blood gushed out.
It sprayed directly on the body of the older samurai, and the older samurai couldn't help but burst into tears!
"Brother...", the voice was faint like a mosquito humming. The young samurai was speechless at the moment because his trachea and blood vessels had been cut.
The painful expression was written on his face, which made people feel creepy when they looked at it, and just like that, the two young fathers never saw their children and their families again.
Not to mention the agreed baby kiss, it seems that these two will never be able to drink the children's happy wine, or rather, the children don't know that their father was once in Bashu.
In the cold winter, they told each other about the parting of life, the suffering of life, and the friendship of colleagues, and at the same time planned a beautiful marriage for themselves.
The two men didn't say a word, they looked at each other very reluctantly, and from each other's eyes, they saw their hometown, their relatives, and a busy wedding.
The two sat in their respective seats in the high hall and received the children's bows, as if they had seen that day and the joyful blessings of the neighbors.
There are also two children's happy smiles, and more of the old brothers drinking the children's happy wine together.
Tears oozed from their eyes, and these outlaw devils, tigers and wolves on the battlefield, thought of their families and their children, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
In the process of the two falling to the ground, a strange scene appeared in front of the two of them.
It's still a cold winter day, still as cold as tonight, two elderly people, leaning on the haystack in their hometown, lazily basking in the sun.
boasting to each other that no one could convince each other of the heroes on the battlefield back then, the two old men quarreled with red faces and thick necks, and they were about to scuffle together.
At this moment, a little girl with a ponytail in a ponytail ran from a distance, holding a small windmill in her hand, and ran closer! shouted loudly:
"Taigong! You're arguing again! If it's any more noisy, I won't let you eat today! Hum! The little girl said angrily.
When the old men saw their precious pimple, they stopped arguing and stepped forward to please the little girl.
The little girl didn't seem to appreciate it, and still muttered her little mouth, the two old guys served the little girl as if they were serving the Son of Heaven, hoping to win the little girl's happiness......
Under the dim light, only to hear two dull sounds of landing, the two big men fell to the ground with a bang, and the scene in front of them also fell like a curtain.
The two of them stared into the distance, tears lingering in the corners of their eyes!
The Black Shadow People naturally couldn't see these scenes, and in their eyes, all they could see was how to kill these Qin Army warriors in front of them as soon as possible.
The black shadow rushed through the door of the armory and met the Qin warrior who had returned with firewood, and the soldier holding the firewood had his throat slitted before he could see what was happening in front of him.
The black shadows are like ghosts, and the dog-legged short knives in their hands are also like scythes in the hands of the god of death, harvesting the lives of these warriors in front of them.
Some Qin soldiers, because they were holding too much firewood, did not notice the changes in front of them at all, and were sent to heaven, where they might no longer have to worry about the cold.
The ghosts rushed into the middle of the courtyard, and the accompanying samurai asked:
"Everyone is solved, what about the next one?"
"Nonsense, just kill so many people standing guard, and you can say that the result is all! Hurry up while these people haven't woken up yet, and turn out them! The Shadow Man commanded.
"Yes!" The warriors ran to the room where the Qin soldiers were resting, and the black shadow man said in the back:
"Come back!"
The warriors quickly turned their senses and asked:
"What else does the general command?"
"Take it!" As he spoke, he took out a small box from his cuff, and then commanded:
"When you get to the door, you just need to press it, press it, and throw it into the room. Remember not to let a single Qin person rush out. β
The warrior naturally knew what was in front of him by his intuition, and if he didn't guess wrong, this small object in front of him was the 'Bashan Night Rain' that sent the 'Flying Feather Guard' and the Bashu warriors to heaven in the palace of the Shu King earlier.
Although this object is unusually small, when held in his hand, the samurai obviously feels that it weighs a thousand catties.
"What are you doing? Don't go yet! The leading shadow man scolded.
"Yes!" After saying that, he turned around and left, this arsenal had already been touched very clearly by these people, where there were people stationed, where to rest, where to make a fire and cook, they all knew it well.
It was also these people who were too careless, except for the protection at the door, there were no patrolling soldiers in the courtyard at all, and everyone was sleeping in the room.
The samurai approached, tapped lightly on the 'Bashan Night Rain' and threw it through the crack in the door, and then hurriedly retreated for fear that the smoke would kill him.
After a while, the only one in the room shouted:
"Not good..."
However, only a very small number of people rushed out, and those who rushed out were also disheveled, had no weapons at all, coughed and ran out, and they were naturally greeted not with wine and tea.
The ghosts stepped forward one after another, and it was as easy as pinching an ant to kill the samurai in front of them.
"Wow! This thing is amazing! How can a general have such prices? The Bashu warriors asked very puzzled.
"How do I know!" The leading samurai is also unknown!
But after a while, they will understand what the reason is!
The battle went unusually well, and all the Qin troops were wiped out in the blink of an eye! Everyone came to the middle of the courtyard, and the courtyard was already brightly lit at this moment. (To be continued.) )