When Zhang Heng was observing the whereabouts of Takasugi Shinsaku from the roof of the townhouse, the Okita Soji below actually didn't have a long rest, because the remaining remnants of the teahouse chased him out.

Okita Soji's back was against the wall, and he only had time to catch his breath before turning over and throwing himself into the battle, the sword in his hand let out a soft roar, and a new wave of blood baptism was ushered in.

Zhang Heng jumped down from the roof, stabbed left and right, and cut down the two of them in one breath, helping Okita to relieve the siege, and at the same time telling him what he saw from above.

"So what should we do, shall we split up?" Soji Okita asked.

"No, I already know which team Takasugi Shinsaku is on." Zhang Hengdao.

Although at the current distance, it is difficult to see the appearance of the two teams at night, but no matter what happens, Nakamura Hanjiro, the bodyguard, will definitely not leave Takasugi Shinsaku's side, and he is taller than ordinary people, he is still very recognizable, so Zhang Heng can quickly judge Takasugi Shinsaku's location.

"Great, let's get over there!" Okita Soji's eyes were hot, he knew that sweat was flowing in, and in addition to that, he felt that his throat and eyes seemed to be blocked by something, and he was a little uncomfortable, so he coughed loudly twice.

On this night full of blood and fire, Okita did not notice the smell of blood in his mouth.

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Takasugi Shinsaku had to admit that he underestimated the guys in the Shinsengumi this time, not only the amazing combat power of the other party, but the most important thing was that he misunderstood Zhang Heng's identity, thinking that the latter was also a secret agent of the Shinsengumi, otherwise it would be difficult to explain where his martial arts came from, and why the people in the teahouse killed the people of the Shinsengumi as soon as they started on him.

The French merchant was also in the fleeing team, and he also changed clothes with a samurai from the Choshu Domain, but the other party's feather weaving looked a little funny on his body, especially the difference between the two sizes, the French merchant could only be regarded as wearing that dress at best, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead while running with a helpless face.

The person was brought by him, and the translator who had been working with him before had a sudden illness and couldn't come over in Osaka, which was an emergency, and it stands to reason that it was impossible for the Shinsengumi to arrange people to lurk around him in advance, not to mention Gabriel's caution, he had also observed for a period of time before hiring Zhang Heng, and saw that Zhang Heng had also talked about work with other Western businessmen before finally choosing him, originally just wanted to use Zhang Heng as a one-time tool, and did not expect that it would bring such catastrophic consequences now.

In short, whether it is Takasugi Shinsaku or Gabriel, the two of them now basically believe that Zhang Heng is a member of the Shinsengumi, or at least a person from the shogunate's side, even if their imagination is ten thousand times richer, they probably can't guess that Zhang Heng is only here for a knife tonight.

Takasugi Shinsaku was the earliest, because of his special identity, when Okita Soji was outside to sign up, no matter whether the follow-up reinforcements of the Shinsengumi really came back, he was ready to evacuate, but his body was indeed a big problem, before he walked into the house and talked and laughed with Gabrieal, it seemed that there was no big problem, but now he couldn't hide it when he ran, but after a few steps, he began to pant.

However, Takasugi Jinsaku then refused the offer of help from others, gritted his teeth and insisted on running out of a distance, stumbling under his feet, but he fell directly to the ground, his arms and palms were rubbed into the skin, blood flowed, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but think of the words "the end of the hero" in their hearts.

Nakamura Hanjiro's national character face showed a rare look of worry, and said to a samurai of the Choshu domain beside him, "I have to find a sedan chair." ”

Gion is a famous place of wind and moon in Kyoto, it is very lively every night, and there are many dignitaries and nobles who come and go, and the sedan chair is not difficult to find, but in order to confuse the other party before, the group of people who fell to the curtain decided to divide the army into two ways, and it was Takasugi Shinsaku who did not choose to leave in the sedan chair.

But now that his physical strength has obviously reached the limit, there is no point in insisting on exposing it or not, otherwise at their current speed, the other party can even kill the other team first and then turn back to find them.

But at this time, someone was lucky and said, "Could those two guys have been killed by our people?" ”

Nakamura Hanjiro glanced back in the direction of Uyoshi, shook his head, and said, "If those two are already dead, someone should put out the fire." ”

But the reality is that the fire in the tea house is getting bigger and bigger, and even alarmed a few families next door.

The two samurai drew their swords and forced a public servant who had come to drink on the road to roll off the sedan chair, and then together they put Takasugi Shinsaku on the rack, which looked a little bad.

"Get out of here!" Nakamura Hanjiro commanded the palanquin.

His tall figure that was different from ordinary people, as well as the momentum on his body, made the sedan chair drivers dare not resist at all, obediently lifted the sedan chair, and trotted in the direction he commanded, Nakamura Hanjiro was about to follow together, but the next moment he suddenly stopped, turned around, and saw the young man who appeared on the other side of the street.

The latter looked terrible, with several stab wounds on his arms and calves, and his body was almost soaked in blood, sticking to his chest, but his eyes were bright as if they were about to burn.

"Keep up with your lordship, I'll take care of it here." Hanjiro Nakamura said in a deep voice to the rest of the people around him.

Several samurai of the Fallen Shogunate faction, including Takeuchi, glanced at each other, didn't say anything, and immediately turned their heads to chase after Takasugi Shinsaku's sedan chair.

Hanjiro Nakamura was obviously standing alone in the middle of the street, but he was like a tiger standing on a dragon plate, sitting on thousands of troops.

He raised his head at the rusher, and his tone remained unchanged, "Okita Soji? ”

"Huh." Okita responded, and pulled out the Tai knife on his waist, because he had killed too many people tonight, even the scabbard was full of blood, and the blood beads dripped down the tip of the knife to the ground, staining his handsome face with a touch of killing intent, and said word by word, "No matter who you are, whoever stands in my way will die tonight!" ”

"Then it depends on whether you have the life to take it." Nakamura Hanjiro said indifferently when he heard this, and the palm of his right hand finally moved to the Shuju Maru Hengji on his waist.

But at this moment, a voice came from the roof in front of him to the right, "Your opponent tonight is me." ”

Then Zhang Heng turned his head to Okita and said, "Go after Takasugi Jinsaku, hand him over to me, and the cooperation we discussed before will be completed." ”