It's night.

The two torches inserted in the cracks of the earthen wall were lit, the flames were faint, and a large flag was picked out on the camp, and a big Li character fluttered in the wind.

In the sticky inky night, Fujiwara, who was riding on a black-maned war horse and wearing a black one-eyed patch, pursed his lips.

Behind him were hundreds of Japanese troops armed with swords, guns, bows and arrows, lying on the dirt slope one by one, and the black spots all over the mountains were silent.

The sound of the earth being ploughed rustled, and the night raid team selected by Governor Konishi was like a dark shadow that spread rapidly after the sunset, and pounced on the Ming army camp!

Fujiwara took the longbow handed over by his men, took out three feathered arrows from the sack, aimed them at the barracks, and fastened the bowstring with his thumb, his eyes cold and pressing.

"Stretch~"

The three arrows left the string, the first arrow overturned the torch, and the sparks flew everywhere, the second arrow sank into the crack in the earthen wall, the flame was extinguished by the hanging wind, and in the darkness, the last arrow roared towards the huge Li flagpole in the camp!

"Whew!"

The short Ming Di tore through the air, tore through the night, and directly pierced the arrow pointing at the Li Zi banner into two!

In the darkness with no five fingers, Song Yi, who was carrying a bright red dakh on his shoulder, had eyes like an eagle falcon, he put down the short bow in his hand, and smiled coldly at Fujiwara, who shot the three arrows!

"Oops!"

Fujiwara was shocked.

The tide-like Ming army pressed on both sides, and Shen Heyan let out a tiger roar throughout the camp.

"Extinguish!"

Black arrows shot at the Japanese Kou, and with the sound of gunpowder exploding, copper pellets rained down through the sparks.

A large number of Japanese robbers fell down with their wounds covered and were suddenly attacked, but the Japanese team led by Fujiwara was not defeated because of this, and even charged to death in the face of the rain of arrows of the Ming army!

Shen Heyan, who has always been in the front, showed a very calm military quality this time, while directing the first column of firecrackers to retreat and change ammunition, so that the rear firearms team was on top, and on the other hand, the Ming army holding a four-meter wolf stalk resisted the momentum of the Japanese invaders.

Fujiwara was armed with two long-handled Notai swords, and most of the haori that was on the outside of the armor was burned by the embers. Seeing that the opponent was completely hand-to-hand, and his own soldiers were shot down like wheat by a round of arrows and firebombs, he knew that he could not do anything. At the head of Pyongyang, there are about 3,000 iron guns ready to meet him, and he can still retain a small half of the team when he retreats at this time......

As soon as he thought of this, Fujiwara did not hesitate anymore, and the back team became the front team, and he was about to withdraw.

"My lord, they're going to run!"

A sharp-eyed colonel shouted.

Shen Heyan didn't care: "It's not my business~"

A roar of irritable war horses sounded from behind the Japanese Kou, Li Yan was wearing chain mail, the black gun was against his elbow, and seventy or eighty cyan Dawan horses behind him stopped in front of Fujiwara and the others.

Deng Tianxiong, Wang Sheng, and others rode on horses and stretched out the team. It was like a nail in front of the Japanese Koukou.

"Wolves advance!"

Fujiwara's face was ugly, and Shen Heyan, who was at the back of the team, gave an order, and the Ming army with an impregnable wall of copper slowly approached, showing a two-sided attack.

Li Yan turned his face sideways, it was actually only seven or eight days since he entered the Yanfu incident, and under his command, there were nearly 100 men and horses.

"How far I can go in this Yanfu incident depends on this team......

"Be careful, sir!"

Deng Tianxiong shouted, and Fujiwara's blade had already been cleaved!

The spears of the blue-maned cavalry pierced into the array of pirates, and the dull sound of blades cutting through flesh was endless.

"Bell."

The blade of the spear was inserted diagonally from the bottom to the top, the hook and sickle blade hung on the blade, Fujiwara roared angrily, and the knife in his left hand slashed flat towards Li Yan's right ear, and a black gas rose from behind him, qualitative but invisible, and he couldn't see what it was.

Name: Yoshitomo Fujiwara (sword rider)

Mastery: Military 76%

Skill: Great Knife Ghost Slash (Blessing of the power of ghosts and gods)

Notes: The Hachimoto samurai under the command of the Daimyo, who are also nobles, have a meager power of ghosts and gods, and can be used to avoid a certain degree of walking damage, but can be used to enhance attack power. The man in front of him clearly belonged to the latter.

Li Yan struck the barrel of the gun, and ate Fujiwara's slap sullenly, and the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, since the strengthening of Gu won the bird, Li Yan had not encountered it for a long time.

Whether it is the so-called dragon and tiger qi of the Ming Dynasty, or the power of ghosts and gods on the Japanese side, in the final analysis, it is a thing, a magical product unique to this kind of Yanfu fruit.

Just like Li Yan's Gu Bird Inheritance, Dragon Tiger Qi is an extraordinary system with countless mysteries, and according to Yan Fu's walking exploration records, those who have the inheritance have the effect of gaining dragon and tiger qi like a tiger with wings.

Leaving this time, let alone fishing for a seven-grade person, take a good look at the mystery of this dragon and tiger spirit. Li Yan shook his wrist, and the tip of the gun poked upward, secretly thinking.

Suddenly, Fujiwara suddenly screamed, the two big knives were put together, his hands were raised, his two arms burst into purple-black green tendons, and his eyes were round and protruding like a ghost.

Big sword ghost slash!

Li Yan's eyes sharpened, and the black spear didn't know how many times faster at once, the long tassel shook like a spark, and the silver spear head frantically licked Fujiwara's flesh and blood, neck, chest, and thighs, revealing seven or eight blood-red holes in an instant.

Fujiwara Michi's throat gurgled and fell to the ground on horseback, and he didn't cut the knife until he died.

Li Yan's gun slapped on the horse's buttocks, the big gun shook and moved, and his figure disappeared into the enemy formation.

……

The sound of killing outside the city gradually stopped, and thousands of ironclad soldiers waited for the soldiers attacking the camp and the pursuing Ming troops, but they never saw half of the shadow words.

In the city of Pyongyang, a depression is like a ghost land,

After the Japanese army captured Pyongyang, they slaughtered and slaughtered the corpses, and the corpses were blocked by the rivers......

Konishi Yukichang stayed awake all night, tossing and turning, thinking about ways to break the siege.

The thousands of troops in Peony Peak could no longer be contacted, the morale in the city was low, the replenishment of Geoje Island had not been available for a long time, and the Nine Ghosts Jialong was a waste, and he was beaten by a little-known Yi Sun-sin and fled in a hurry, and the replenishment line in the interior of Korea almost fell, forcing himself to such a field.

"A little more time is fine, as long as you can hold on for a little longer......"

"Hey, Uncle Konishi, have you slept?"

Behind the papier-mâché window, a dark figure with a long knife on his shoulder said inside.

Hearing the sound outside, the powdered singer's body shook, and Yukinaga Konishi opened his eyes and sat up from the woman's lap.

"Kuroda little ghost, it's so late, do you have anything to do with the old man?"

The door was pushed open with a bang, and a huge two-horned demon head was thrown in, and its rolling eyes opened in horror, as if before dying, he saw something more terrible than himself,

"There are more and more such things in the city, uncle, you let those bastards under your command stop in moderation!"

This person was wearing a white monk's robe, black leggings, a bald head, a handsome face, and twelve ring scars on the top of his head, revealing an indescribable evil.

A young Japanese monk with a long knife on his shoulder?

"A ghost of this level can't cause you trouble, can it? After all, the country has been, well......"

Xiaoxi suddenly stopped, sighed before saying, "Anyway, I will let the people below pay attention." ”

The monk, known as Kuroda, tilted his head and sat on a tatami mat.

"Then again, uncle, can you find a way to send me out of Pyongyang?"

"Why is that, Kuroda?"

Governor Konishi was a little displeased, but still asked patiently.

"Of course, it's because of the danger, but outside the city is the army of the Ming Dynasty. If you stay here, you will either be killed by artillery bombardment, or your head will be cut off. ”

Monk Kuroda rubbed his temples vigorously.

"You old guys have lived a long time, and you have no regrets, but I don't want to die on the battlefield like this."

"Yaga, are you still worthy of being a descendant of the Kuroda family?"

The monk glanced at his mouth: "In short, if the city is broken, I will go away by myself." ”

"Oh, yes."

Kuroda remembered something: "Fujiwara's team has been wiped out~"

"What? I'm ...... Damn it. ”

Yukinaga Konishi took a deep breath and resisted the feeling of frustration.

"Anyway, if you can't do anything, I'll send you out of the city, the one from the Kobayakawa family is already ...... I can't let you die here without knowing it. ”

"That couldn't be better~"

Kuroda stood up.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he stopped talking for a while. Then he shook his head again.

"Forget it, with the arrogance of the Ming people, how can they care about that kind of thing, it should be fine."