Chapter 1: The War of Bandits

Twenty years ago.

The wind from the countryside blew the maple blades, and the blade flashed.

The sound of the knife being retracted and unsheathed overlapped, and a wonderful echo appeared in the scabbard, crisp and heavy, the wind stopped suddenly, and the leaves drifted away.

"Recovering the name of the reed."

The forty-year-old man shouted like this, although he was nearly half a hundred years old, he was skinny, his abdominal cavity was shriveled, his ribs were visible, and he looked like he was almost ready to go into the ground.

But if you look at the hands, the discordant limbs full of muscles are full of strength, and the hand holding the knife is tight and powerful, and the metacarpal veins are clearly visible.

His face was resolute, as if he was facing a huge active volcano.

Wearing an indigo samurai uniform, but not restrained, the sleeves of the clothes are cut to make a cloak behind, and the chest is open as if to feel the flow of qi.

The knots on both sides add a sense of beauty, and the samurai costume is embroidered with white cherry blossoms, adding a touch of elegance.

Wearing a general's helmet, if you look at it from behind, you will never think that this is an old man.

The old man was followed by two more people, one with gray hair, a slightly wrinkled face, and a whole body wrapped tightly in black clothes.

The red rope is tied with a shawl, two in front and one in the back, and the hands can be waved freely without being restrained.

The shawl is embroidered with a butterfly pattern, which is lifelike, almost ready to soar into the air and dance.

The sleeves and hands are also wrapped, and the clothes fit tightly with the body, without leaking a trace of reflection, which is very suitable for the ninja's dress.

If it weren't for the right angle, you would never have noticed the light hidden under the shawl.

Why is the upper body draped with a shawl, because the lower skirt is more like a cape, and it is a red rope corset, the end of the cloak is just above the ankle, and it wraps two-thirds of the leg range from left to right.

Although she is old, she is a.

The other was much younger by comparison, but he was so large that he could fit in with three or four adults, and he looked out of place among the three.

With huge silver hair braided into a marijuana flower bundle behind him, he looked immobile, and his huge blade and huge size made it difficult for him to hide.

I would never have thought that such a person would be a ninja, but there are a lot of mysteries in him.

He also has a shuriken hidden around his waist, and his clothes are worn with the feathers of nocturnal animals like owls.

It is a characteristic of a ninja everywhere, and it is hard to imagine how such a person can carry out an assassination.

These three people are the capable people of the reeds.

"Wuyun Longchang." The crowd shouted.

"Secret Technique: Dragon Flash."

The forty-year-old man walked forward with all his heart, and the corners of his mouth whispered.

The maple leaves that fell to the ground were cut into two along the main vein, and all the leaves on the tree were cut and hung on the tree in forks.

Only one maple leaf fell just right and intact.

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The stream is clear, the rocks under the stream are clearly visible, and the maple leaves fall down, or go with the flowing water, or sink on the stones, or hang on the water, turning into a small boat for an ant to cross the river.

The maple forest is peaceful and quiet, and the whole world is illuminated red.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a huge wave overturned the boat, startling the ants crossing the river.

A soldier with a wounded abdomen rushed out of the woods, holding his hand on his stomach, staggering forward, and constantly running forward,

From time to time, looking back behind him, he threw away his armor and rushed out of the maple leaf forest, only to find that it was another battlefield.

The iron-clad soldier pressed the soldier under him, pressed the knife his neck, brutally cut his throat, and got up and rushed at the deserter.

The deserter panicked, and with a whoosh, the ironclad soldier was pierced through the throat by an arrow from a distance.

The deserter looked at everything in front of him and tried to grasp the fallen soldier's knife, but the hand, firm and confused, looked around again.

Huge towers of arrows and horses, burning fires, roars, screams, clashing swords, and clashing blades came not far away.

The sky was filled with wolf smoke, and blood flowed into the stream and into another battlefield.

In the midst of the reeds, all that stood stood were the horses, battle flags, arrow towers, and a samurai general's helmet and iron-clad general, and a red-masked spear general.

The red-faced general picked up his spear and threw it in a semicircle from left to right, but was dodged by the samurai's right retreat, and the red-faced force turned back to the spear and stabbed forward, and the samurai used his sword to unload the right and back to bounce away.

How much arm strength is required naturally affects the movements behind.

Red Face pressed down on the spear, just as Gomian was able to hold down the sword so that it could not be drawn, and the samurai stepped on the spear with his foot.

Both sides were restrained, with Redface pulling back his spear and the samurai taking back his sword.

The two sides pulled out their positions, regrouped, and prepared to fight again.

The samurai's body, face, and helmet were stained with blood, probably leading the charge, having fought for a long time, and now his physical strength was slightly lacking.

After a moment of trimming, the samurai rushed forward with a bang, holding the knife with both hands and slashing diagonally from left to right, the red side blocked with the bottom end of the spear, and swept the lower end of the swing with the force, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to pick up the spear.

The way of the gun lies in the potential, the momentum is brave, the more fierce the more you fight, the front confrontation is a grand momentum, but it is a pity that the momentum has been broken under one move.

When the samurai used the strength of the red face to carry the spear, he took the lead with the agility of the sword and stabbed the instep of the enemy's foot.

Long-handed weapons, the heaviest is the lower plate, and the lower plate is unstable like a horse stumbling forward.

Fortunately, it was a battle of life and death, the red face endured the sting, turned the gun into a thrust, and the speed of changing the move was so ruthless that it could be said that it injured the enemy a thousand and damaged eight hundred.

The samurai held the handle in one hand and the sword in the other, like a stick, blocking the spear and blocking the advance.

The enemy is ruthless, and it must be even more ruthless. With the knife as a stick, pushing up and right, plus the accumulation of the front, there will inevitably be a big flaw on the opposite side, and this is the opportunity.

The victory or defeat is only in a thought, obliquely slashing and breaking the armor, like an oblique axe splitting wood, the enemy has been broken, the defeat has been achieved, kicking the knee and kneeling on the ground, unable to return to the sky, and sealing the throat with a sword.

"The enemy will be dead, but the name of the reed will be victorious."

The samurai Ashina stood on the corpse of the enemy and shouted, and his breath was like a bell, and the sound spread through the four fields.

The heart of an army lies in the general, and the heart will die, how can the unintentional people resist the general's division.

Under the leadership of Isshin, the Ashina people recaptured the Ashina Valley, which was occupied by the Inner Prefecture Army, and established the Ashina Castle.

Yixin, known as the "Sword Master", took advantage of the situation to clear the border, and this alone deterred the surrounding countries from daring to attack. The name of this battle is "Thief of the Country", but in fact, it is to restore the name.

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On the battlefield, there are real corpses all over the field, crows are full of crows, the war is still raging, thick smoke is billowing everywhere, heat waves are hitting, and a young man in orange cloth clothes appears on the battlefield at an inopportune time.

The blue cloth pocket he carried behind him contained two knives, and a Buddha statue with a strange expression was tied around his waist, as if he was angry and in pain.

He was like a wild wolf, looting everywhere.

"Oh, where did this wild dog come from?"

The boy was kneeling on the ground and carefully examining the knife he had picked up, but the sudden sound made the boy stop moving.

The giant ninja cut the boy's left eye with a knife, but the boy still didn't move, the blood left on his face, and he was neither afraid nor nervous.

The air was quiet, but the crows were still chirping.

"Are you going to come with me?"

The owl withdrew the sword that had been cut at the boy's face and stretched it forward, as if it were a hand. The boy gripped the tip of the knife tightly, blood dripping down the crease of the hand he was holding.

is still silent, still has a calm expression, and people can't help but wonder if this young man doesn't know what pain is and doesn't know words.

"You can call it a wolf."

A similar scene is also being shown.