"Cangchang, he is ......" The Japanese rakers drew their long knives.

The monks also raised their long sticks.

"Ah~~" Shimazu let out a long shout, holding a long knife and rushed towards the oncoming monks, he didn't understand very much, why did these monks go against him, shouldn't the monks chant Buddha in the temple? Why did you come to fight?

But since they want to oppose themselves, they will have to pay the price they deserve, and Shimazu believes that these monks will eventually regret it, and he must use their blood to prove that those who violate him will eventually be severely punished.

The path is not wide, only two or three people can go in parallel, on both sides of the road are paddy fields, it is summer now, the rice is growing vigorously, the ears of rice have been yellowed, and they hang their heads heavily, and in half a month, they can be harvested.

The path is full of trees on both sides, which is very unfavorable to the use of long sticks, of course, the long knives of the Japanese also feel that they cannot be used, which is quite inconvenient, since the beginning of the battle, due to the terrain, only the first two or three people are engaged, and the people behind can only watch and do it in a hurry.

The Japanese were surprised to find that their long knives did not have any advantage in front of these sticks, and those sticks seemed to form a stick formation, and if they cut out a knife on their side, a stick would come out to parry there, and at the same time, a stick sprang out like a snake, and pointed at the center, and they were just about to dodge, when two sticks came out from the left and right, and swept over, making themselves embarrassed.

A few of the widows behind were in a hurry, and they jumped across the canal, swept a road directly from the rice fields, and rushed straight over, intending to rush up from behind and break the situation of falling on this side.

The monks standing at the back of the team were overjoyed at first sight, and were worried that they could not find their opponents, so the opponents automatically came to the door, and as soon as they held the long sticks in both hands, they rushed towards the enemy.

Soon the monks were in a scuffle with the pirates, and there were ping-pong sounds everywhere, some shouting loudly, others shouting to cheer for themselves.

Shimazu is a kendo master, his goal since childhood was to become the strongest swordsman in Japan, so many years of life and death battles, how many masters died in his hands, he can't remember, since entering the Ming Dynasty, he has not found a strong martial arts person, so in his eyes, all the people in the Ming Dynasty are weak, incompetent, and a nation lower than Japan, they are all a group of sheep, especially intolerable, this group of sheep occupies the fattest land in the world, with the most wealth, This is very unfair, so Shimazu thinks that God has arranged for him to cross the ocean to help them, to let them know that wealth belongs only to the strong, only to people like himself.

However, now, he suddenly found that he was wrong, Da Ming is not without masters, he has not encountered, these monks he is facing are masters, especially the big monk who is fighting against him, and he is a master among the masters, that stick, dancing tiger and tiger, domineering, within a radius of four or five zhang, there are stick shadows everywhere, the power of the stick is extremely powerful, every time it is swung it is mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, he doesn't even dare to hit his stick with a knife, fortunately there are many trees here, so that the long stick can't be used, Otherwise, you may lose very quickly.

Encountering such a master, it is an extremely rare opportunity for Shimazu to pursue the highest peak of martial arts, therefore, he also shook his spirit, fought hard, and the exquisite tricks emerged endlessly, Shimazu's combat experience is very rich, most of his martial arts are learned from the battle, even from the opponent, it turns out that he learned a lot of schools of martial arts, but as the battle progresses, most of those flashy tricks have been abandoned by him, leaving only fierce, direct, and effective moves, Shimadzu even integrated a lot of different genre moves, created several new moves that were aggressive and well-defended, and with these moves, Shimazu slaughtered Japan's well-known kendo masters more than once.

Therefore, although he was embarrassed, Shimazu was not chaotic at all, he could always find the weakness of the other party in the gaps, and when the opponent's stick was approaching, the long knife flashed in like a ghost, and he was almost caught several times, and the great monk also restrained the heart of the enemy and fought with him.

"Happy, haha, it's so happy." The big monk screamed loudly while fighting, his face was full of happy looks, with his shout, the stick seemed to become more domineering, carrying the sound of thunder, whining, chilling, if this stick hit a person, it would definitely break bones and tendons, and even kill directly.

Shimazu also played very enjoyable, the more dangerous the battle, the more excited he became, this feeling of meeting an opponent made his blood all over his body seem to burn, he felt that every cell was cheering, all singing with his attack, he felt that his whole body was full of strength, and his mind was empty.

Suddenly, not far from his side, Shimazu suddenly heard a few miserable screams, and when he looked at it, he couldn't help but be shocked, it turned out that two or three of his subordinates had been knocked to the ground by the monk, threw away their long swords, and were rolling in the rice field.

"It's not good, you can't fall in love here." Shimazu said secretly in his heart.

Shimazu's long knife slashed forward a few times quickly, taking advantage of the moment when the great monk was dodging, and then retreated backwards, shouting at the Japanese robbers: "Retreat." ”

The pirates rushed forward to rescue their wounded companions on the ground, and fought and retreated, even though the looted treasures rolled into the rice paddies in the chaos, trampled and sunk into the mud.

When the monks saw that the Japanese began to retreat, they couldn't help but lift their spirits, and the long sticks danced, like a tiger descending the mountain, invincible.

"Boom ......" two red lights flashed, two monks turned over and fell to the ground, one monk's arm, one monk had a dart stuck in his shoulder, the tail of the dart fluttered in the wind, and blood quickly flowed down the wound.

"Watch out for darts." Someone shouted.

The monks couldn't help but stagnate, and they didn't dare to catch too close.

The great monk who led the way stopped the people who were chasing, looked at the dense woods, shook his head, and said to everyone: "When the forest is not entered, the terrain is unknown at this time, so you should not act rashly, everyone first rest outside the forest, eat some dry food, and at the same time treat the wounds of the wounded first, so as not to leave sequelae symptoms." ”

The monks agreed, and they each looked for a place to rest.

The great monk came to the two injured monks and asked with concern, "Huiming, Huitong, how are you two?" ”

Huiming and Huitong struggled to stand up, their faces pale, and said to the great monk, "Master, we are out of the way. ”

The great monk took a closer look at the wounds of the two, sniffed the blood with his nose, and comforted: "You only suffered skin trauma, you should not have hurt the bones, this dart has not been quenched, you can rest assured, after the dart, as long as you recuperate for a period of time, there will be no problem." ”

The two monks nodded, glanced at each other, and showed a reluctant look on their faces, and said to the great monk: "Master, we are not seriously injured, don't let us go back, we want to fight the Japanese with you, please allow Master's permission." ”

The big monk raised his face and reprimanded: "Nonsense, all the injuries are like this, and you still want to be brave, you are not helping me, it will only add to the chaos, you have also seen, those Japanese robbers are all strong martial arts, when I really fight with them, how can I have the time and energy to take care of you, wait a while, after treating your injuries, you go back immediately, replace your senior brother, and when you are injured in the future, there will naturally be many opportunities to fight against the Japanese robbers, and there is no need to fight at this time." ”

Huiming and Huitong didn't dare to argue, so they saluted the great monk with a single palm: "Follow Master's teachings." ”

But it was said that after Shimazu and the others got into the woods, they ran wildly all the way, and finally got rid of the monk's pursuit, and they couldn't help but shout luck, and after they felt safe, they found a hidden place to shelter from the wind, and everyone sat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Who are these monks? Why are martial arts so strong? Why attack us? Shimazu was eating dry food and thinking about these questions in his head, but after thinking about it for a long time, he really couldn't figure it out.

Looking around, there were many brothers who brought out, and then I breathed a long sigh of relief, although there were three or four people who were injured by sticks, but they were not serious, although there were obstacles to the movement, but there was no worry about their lives, and it would be fine after a few days of rest.

It's just that after this battle, many people's baggage and luggage fell off in the escape and battle, and the wealth accumulated for many days suddenly became a flower in the moon mirror in the water, which made everyone feel sorry.

Since the pursuers did not come, it is necessary to think about how to recover the losses.

Shimazu called the brothers together and asked everyone to express their opinions and talk about their plans for the future.

"What else could he think? Big brother, we came to Daming, isn't it just for one thing, now that the property is lost, we will continue to rob it, and double the loss to get it back. Mizutani preemptively said, he grabbed too many things a few days ago, so the burden was the heaviest when he was fighting, in order to survive, he had to throw away the burden, now he is really like a knife, painful, there is no money in his pocket, he feels that his waist can't stand up, sighing all day long, for him, everything is secondary at present, and snatching the property back is the most important thing.

A man named Ito with a full beard on his face in the team groaned for a while, and said: "I think the most important thing for us now is to get rid of the entanglement of those monks, these monks are too powerful, far more than the officers and soldiers, we are not opponents, so the best choice now is to hurry up and leave them far away, as long as there is no one to follow them, we can take the wealth of the world at any time we want." ”

"Well, that's right," agreed the other would-be would-be would.

"So where do we go from here?" Shimazu asked the second question, he actually made up his mind at the beginning, like Ito, he just wanted to stay away from those monks, although he really wanted to learn more martial arts with the big monk, but he also knew that as long as the people on both sides met, it was basically a never-ending scene, it was by no means an ordinary martial arts competition, and he brought so many people under his command, I am afraid that there are few who can return to Japan in the end.

"To the south, the monks come from the west, the east is the sea, we can only choose to go south and north, according to my observation, the south is mountainous, you can quickly get rid of the enemy's tracking, as long as you bypass a few mountains, we will be safe, and then we will kill it, everything is our world again." Ito analyzed that he turned out to be a personal guard of a certain daimyo, brave and strategic, and later the master was defeated, and he became a straggler, and he had the same smell as Shimazu, and he was mixed together.

South, South

The eyes of the pirates turned to the south, and their faces showed an excited look, as if they had all their hopes stored there, and countless riches and beauties awaited them.