Li Cangxing quietly asked Qian Guanglai: "Fatty, what's going on?" For most of the past six months, he has been getting along with Qian Guanglai day and night, Qian Guanglai himself is also an easy-going and optimistic person, and he began to call him a nickname when he got acquainted.

"Brother, it's probably an enemy attack, or someone is rebelling."

"Enemy troops? I haven't heard of a foreign invasion, could it be that King Ning rebelled again? ”

"I don't know, let's take a look for ourselves."

When the two had agreed, they got up and walked out of the teahouse, and the street was full of people running and groups of soldiers rushing to the south of the city. The two of them thought that walking was too slow, so they walked into a secluded alley, jumped on the roof, and performed their superior light skills, and ran to a section of the city wall near the Ande Gate after only three or four miles.

Looking around, there was a boiling voice of people on the head of the city, it seemed that there were a lot of people here to see the excitement, the two of them performed the gecko wall technique, climbed the city, only to see a lot of people surrounded by the city gate hundreds of meters to the east, pointing outside the city, and under the city gate, thousands of soldiers have begun to assemble, as if they are preparing to go out of the city.

Li Qian and the others understood, walked over slowly, squeezed into the crowd, Qian Guanglai's huge body suddenly squeezed open a passage, and the two stood in the front row and looked out of the city.

I saw dozens of strangely dressed, short, and strangely dressed guys brandishing knives and shouting at the city. Everyone wore their hair in a high bun, and their heads were completely shaved, like fierce gods. Look at the people of these people, they are only more than six feet long, and the knives they hold are three or four feet long, shining in the sun, and those who practice martial arts know at a glance that these are treasure swords.

Li Cangxing and Qian Guanglai gasped and said in a lost voice: "Wokou! ”

These people were what the Ming Dynasty called the Wako. China has always called an island country in the east as the Wa State, this year is the Wa period in the Wa country, the war and disaster are connected, a large number of defeated warriors and swordsmen can not make a living, go to the sea to become pirates, burn and kill and plunder the southeast coast of China, the people of the country call the pirates from this country as the Wakou.

At that time, Li Cangxing heard that the Japanese were fierce and fierce, brave and ruthless, and their knife techniques originated from the ancient Chinese Tang hand and Mo knife knife, which was a series of its own. After thousands of years of evolution, just like the Central Plains martial arts, it has been divided into multiple genres, coupled with years of war, the remaining martial arts are extremely focused on actual combat, and they are ruthless. But this qiē only remained in the small talk of the division commanders, and today is the first time I have seen it.

Qian Guanglai whispered to Li Cangxing: "Brother." Pay attention to their knife skills for a while. It seems that the blades made by these Japanese robbers are extraordinary, and that kind of heavy murderous aura can be felt here in us. However, just these dozens of people dare to attack Nanjing City, which is too self-sufficient!"

Li Cangxing's eyes were staring at a person, among the murderous and scarred and cross-fleshed widows, there was a man in his thirties. The bearded man was unusually quiet.

The man had unshaved hair at the front of his head, had long sideburns, and was of medium height, taller than the average widow. Two knives, one long and one short, were always stuck in their sheaths, and their clothes were tattered, and they were tied to their waists with a straw rope as a belt, and they stood there with their arms folded, their trousers pulled high to their knees, their calves exposed, and a pair of straw sandals on their feet.

Li Cangxing's moves are extremely bright, and when he practiced the secret weapon, he was trained so that even if he was separated by hundreds of steps, he could see a thin strand of hair, he couldn't feel the murderous aura on this person's body, but he could see that in his seemingly faint eyes, there was an occasional flash of divine light, even if it was only a flash, it was enough to move people's hearts, just like the feeling that Lu Bing gave him that night in Huangshan.

The gates began to open, and more than two thousand generals rushed out, shield-bearers in front, axemen and pikemen in the rear, and finally three or four hundred archers, with dozens of cavalry on each side sweeping the formation, while the generals leading the group rode high horses behind the formation. This is the standard fish scale formation of the Ming army, emphasizing the coordination of formations and a variety of weapons.

A trace of uneasiness flashed on Qian Guanglai's face, and he quietly said to Li Cangxing, who was still staring at the man: "Brother, the situation doesn't seem right, do you look at these officers and soldiers? ”

Li Cangxing looked at his hand and found that the shield soldiers of the former army were still well-trained and well-trained, and the pikemen and axe bearers in the middle were many of the grandfathers of the former army, and most of them couldn't lift their swords and guns at all, barely carrying them on their shoulders, and in terms of armor, there was only a thin layer of leather armor draped over their bodies.

Looking at the archers behind them, most of them seemed to have just been brought out of the beggar gang, and some of them were even trembling slightly without even seeing the enemy, and the few lieutenants beside the mounted officer were running back and forth, whipping a few poor worms that were trembling from time to time.

Qian Guanglai's fat round face seemed to be piled up together: "Brother, it's not good for the officers and soldiers to be like this, the archers who control the enemy from a distance and the sergeants who fight hand-to-hand in the middle, most of them are either cowards before the battle, or old and weak grandfather soldiers, although there are many people, but look at those gangsters are like wolves and tigers, it really makes people worry about fighting." ”

Li Cangxing had never seen a real battle array, but he had also seen the Shura battlefield during the first battle of Luoyue Gorge, and no matter whether it was good or evil that day, at least they were all people who dared to fight and could fight, not like the showmanship of such officers and soldiers. Hearing Qian Guanglai's words, I couldn't help but worry in my heart.

At this time, I saw that the drums began to beat in the city, and the officers and soldiers in formation began to advance slowly, and the archers passed through the queue and walked to the front of the formation, and the swordsmen, axes, and spearmen in the middle had different speeds, and the whole formation began to be slightly disjointed.

On the left flank, Shang Ke followed, while the middle and right flanks formed a gap of twenty or thirty paces between the shield-bearers in the first three rows and the sword-and-axe men in the fourth, and in the gap between the axemen, the archers were slowly and reluctantly moving forward.

Suddenly, one of the valets in the distance was a tall, armoured, leader-like guy holding up a small mahogany sign. The man had been sitting on a mazaar, had not moved since the beginning, and was wearing a demon mask, looking hideous and terrifying.

When they saw it, they all took out a similar demon mask from their arms and put it on their faces, and turned their heads, all of them looked like fierce gods and evil brakes, and with those swords that glittered in the sun, it looked chilling.

These would-be robbers let out a long and strange shout in unison, and sixty or seventy people moved in unison, rushing towards the center of the Ming army in unison, the speed was as fast as an arrow from the string, and the distance between Ben and the shield hand in the front row of the Ming army was three hundred paces, and it was within a hundred steps in an instant, only the leader and the arm-hugging Japanese were motionless.

When the Ming army generals on horseback saw the enemy's approach, they were so shocked that they shouted on their horses: "Release the arrows, release the arrows quickly." ”

With the angry scolding and whipping of several military schools, the archers who were still mixed in the hands of swords and axes did not care to aim, and one by one they pulled out the arrows in their quivers and shot them into the sky indiscriminately. Four or five hundred arrows were not at all shaped like arrows that should be covered by a rain of arrows, but were sparsely shot from east to west.

More than half of the arrows fell in less than a hundred steps, and even a few arrows fell directly on the shieldmen in the front row, and several shieldmen crouched down while shouting and cursing.

Only a few dozen arrows were considered strongbows, and they flew accurately towards the rushing pirates. Li Cangxing shook his head, he knew from the figure of these would-be robbers that all of them were masters, and there was no pressure at all to shoot down these bows and arrows with their martial arts.

At this time, something unexpected happened to Li Cangxing, the Japanese robbers let out a strange laugh, no one used a blade to shoot down these feather arrows, more than 20 people thrust their knives into the ground, the whole person jumped up in the air, only to hear the sound of crackling, when these people landed, everyone had two or three more arrows in their hands!

Li Cangxing opened his mouth in surprise, receiving arrows with his hands is a very high martial arts, Chengguang once said that a person who practices this kind of Cheng dù must be a fighting master who can enter the blade empty-handed, and must also be a master of hidden weapons, although Li Cangxing's secret weapon kung fu can rank in the top three in Wudang, but he can't practice to such a point.

Before Li Cangxing's mouth was closed, the Japanese who received the arrows fired their hands together, and dozens of feather arrows were shot at the front of the Ming army with the technique of throwing arrows, only to hear the screams endlessly, more than ten wooden shields were pierced alive, and even the sergeants wearing iron armor were shot, and more than ten people immediately fell to the ground. (To be continued......)