It has been three days since Hattori Hanzo secretly infiltrated Kaman City, and most of the dove elders in the city were assassinated by him, not to mention more than a dozen people. He always showed up on the roof in the middle of the night, sneaked into the room and killed them with a dagger. In his eyes, this was just a task given by the Daimyo, and there was no need to consider their thoughts, whether they liked it or not, because it would be very tiring. Just carry out the order, without any personal touch and compassion.

He was very strange about the original intention and position of these people, since they were afraid of death, why did they choose to surrender, maybe it was a gamble, after all, there was a tall man when the sky fell.

"Lord Fasher, the lowly task has been accomplished. According to the list you provided, the hoeing operation in Carman City is over. Here's a letter from the Governor of the Metropolis, retiring from your duties! With that, Hattori got up and was about to leave.

"Wait, General!" Fasher's hand holding the letter trembled, and since the Governor could help him clear the king's side, could he also save him from fire and water. He had just regained his freedom for more than a month, and he died like this, unwillingly.

Hattori Hanzo stopped when he walked to the door, but still didn't look back.

Fasher unfolded the yellowed straw sandpaper, on which were crookedly written four lines of words: Help Er hoe and rape, capture thieves and capture kings, if you want to retreat from the enemy, the good generals in front of you, gold and jade are useless, name and things are discussed, be of the same heart with me, don't do what he thinks.

Retreat from the enemy, retreat from the enemy, in front of you, a good general? Fasher looked at these words repeatedly, could it be that the Metropolitan Governor meant that if he wanted to retreat from the enemy, he had to rely on the person in front of him?

"General, please stay!" Farsher got up and walked over to Hattori's side.

"General, please see, the Governor of the Metropolitan said in his letter, you, you have a plan to retreat from the enemy!"

"Lord Fasher, I'm sorry to be illiterate!" Hattori's face was tightly wrapped in a purple-black linen, and nothing could be seen in his dark eyes.

"Then, the general listens to me and reads to you, if you want to retreat from the enemy, the good general in front of you, if you want to retreat from the enemy, the good general in front of you. Isn't that you, the general? Fasher took a step forward and stood in front of the door, fearing that Hattori would not listen to him, and left aside.

"Oh? What does the daimyo say? A chill suddenly flashed in Hattori's eyes.

"Exactly, General, look!" Fasher flicked the straw sandpaper.

"No, I heard you clearly, but the daimyo didn't mention the name of the lowly in the letter." Hattori replied to him in a stern tone.

"But, that's not what it means!" Farsher was in a hurry.

"General, let's have a discussion. If the general has this way to retreat from the enemy, he should do Fasher another favor. Afterwards, there will be great thanks afterwards. In a panic, Fasher wiped his sweat with the straw paper. At this time, he said a thousand ways and ten thousand, and he also wanted to leave the good general in front of him.

"The adults laughed, Hattori doesn't like to be bought." After speaking, Hattori Hanzo showed the dagger in his arms, which meant that Lao Tzu was going to move rough when he blocked the door again.

Seeing that the only hope of survival was about to be dashed, Fasher was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. By the way, the uselessness of gold and jade, the uselessness of gold and jade should be said that this general does not like money and beauty, and the famous and famous business should be discussed with valuable things.

Valuable things, valuable things don't come from money, do they? A thought popped into Fasher's mind.

"The general is slow and slow, and the general of Xiao Fazhi regards money as dung and women as clothes, and pursues the way of martial arts and the way of the official all his life. Every year, the city of Kaman needs to devote all its efforts to the creation of a weapon for the Lord of Destruction, which is handed over as a tribute. If the general does not dislike it, Xiaofa is willing to offer this soldier with both hands, but asks for Kaman to relieve the siege of the city. ”

The city of Carmen is known as a city of artisans, and the weapons that have been crafted in a year are not ordinary. Hattori Hanzo followed Tokugawa Ieyasu all his life, and he had already cultivated an iron heart and immovable everything, only the pursuit of divine soldiers never stopped, which is the supreme state of martial arts practitioners. It was precisely because of this that the Governor had figured out this that he had mentioned Fasher in his letter and informed him of the method of bribery. If you want to say why didn't he directly explain the task to Hattori Hanzo, damn it, you think Lao Tzu is stupid, you don't order a dish Lao Tzu still has to send two, how can there be such a good thing, do you think you are Scottish flirting there?

After a while, at Fasher's orders, two sergeants came in carrying a wooden box, and after putting it down, he retreated.

Hattori didn't care much about whether this Carman City was broken or not, he just wanted to complete the mission and get back to his life, but this Farsher happened to hit his only G-spot, which made him like lead and couldn't move an inch.

"General, look!" As he spoke, Fasher opened the wooden box, and what caught their eyes was a long knife, about three feet long, shining with cold light, the blade and the hilt were forged in one, and there were no seams to highlight the skill of the craftsman. Hattori's gaze fell on the knife, and he couldn't move it away for a long time. He reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife, and a chill came over him, definitely made of stainless steel. Holding it in front of him, he reflected the cold glow of the moonlight, and waved it twice in the air, which was slightly heavy, and it took a while to get used to the essence of the exercise.

Fasher leaned over and plucked a small hair from his head, grinning in pain. He blew his thin hair on the tip of the knife, and the hair was lightly reduced in half and fell in the wind, and Hattori was fascinated.

"Good knives!" He snorted, picked up the knife and couldn't put it down. After arriving in the Borderlands, he didn't see any weapons except for the Sword of Atonement of the Grand Governor and Lu Bu's Fang Tian Painting Halberd, almost all of them were scum, except for the one in front of him. But the sword of atonement is an existence whose mana is greater than its physical effect, and it is not so attractive to him. Fang Tian's halberd is a long weapon, which is not advisable for ninjas, and it is inconvenient to walk and cumbersome to carry.

"Does this knife have a name?" The eyes in the cracks of the black cloth flashed.

"There is no name yet, and we don't need to name the annual tribute, so we can't get it back if we pay it, what's the use of naming it!" Farsher said with a wry smile as soon as he saw that there was a doorway.

"If the general likes it, he will give it to the general. Wouldn't it be nice if you always gave it a name yourself? Is it just that, that siege? Fasher went around in circles, and finally came to square one.

"It's a good knife, a good knife! Since there is no name yet, the shape, weight, and profit of the humble duty are all extraordinary, and the knife is not far behind. Let's just call it the demon knife Muramasa! I'm afraid this is the only place in the Borderlands! Ha ha! Speaking of this, Hattori Hanzo actually laughed out loud rarely, if the metropolitan governor was here, he would have to be startled and not say anything.

"Oh, the siege of the city, the siege of the city, since the great name has given an account, the humble duty must be of great help. Rest assured, Lord Castle! With that, Hattori Hanzo took the knife and turned around without leaving his gaze, almost hitting the door frame.

"Quack--quack--" A few crows chirped, flapping their wings and flying towards the full moon, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

"Hey, do you see anything?" A guard on guard shouted.

"What? Fuss, didn't see anything. The other vigil was evidently sleepy, yawned and continued to snooze.

"It seems like a dark shadow passed by just now."

"Don't dream, do you really think those cowards in Carman City can sneak up on us at night? They only have to wash their necks and wait to be chopped! ”

"Hey, too. When the city is broken, Lao Tzu will also make a windfall, and this trip to follow Master Tu out is equivalent to sending money to our buddies! The soldier smirked lewdly, and suddenly his eyes widened, and his lips opened and opened, but he could not make a sound in his throat.

"What's wrong with you? See a ghost? The night watchman, who had been woken up by him, stood up to pee, and by the way pushed the stunned man standing there.

The moonlight shone all over the camp, and there was some warmth in it. In the gold, a man falls, and his head moves, half to the left and half to the right.

Before the word "come--" could be shouted, another human head rose a foot high, and fell to the ground with a pop in a moment, and his eyes were still wide open, with an incredible expression on his face.

In an instant, the heads of the dozen or so guards who were keeping vigil around the big tent moved, and when they fell, they seemed to throw a handful of rice balls into the pot. Blood spilled all over the ground.

Good knives, really good knives. Hattori Hanzo picked up a dead man's linen towel and wiped the sides of the blade, reflecting the moonlight and not dripping blood.

Tulamba's camp was in the very center of the entire army of 30,000, and no one saw how Hattori passed through the layers of sentry posts, and there was only one person in the Metropolitan Overseer who had this ability. It was late at night, and Tulamba had just fallen asleep with his two concubines after the clouds and rain. On the top of the huge tent, a black shadow stood upside down in the center of the circle like a bat, and two cold lights stared closely at a man and two women snoring on the bed.

The upside-down man had a black tube in his mouth, and several steel needles had been quenched on it, a poison he had synthesized with Daitaimon's* mixed with the juice of a highly toxic plant. He had experimented on it himself, and it only took one to kill an adult sand crocodile in an instant.

"Poof!" Hattori took a deep breath and gathered all his strength in his chest, and more than a dozen highly toxic steel needles shot out like bullets, stabbing at the bed.

Ding, ding, the steel needles that came like a storm shot the second daughter in an instant, but more bounced off the body that hit Tulamba.

Not good, Hattori was shocked.

Surely he screamed violently when he felt the murderous opportunity, and he rolled over and got out of bed, and the weapon that grabbed the head of the bed was a huge mace. The scarlet eyes hurriedly scanned up and down in the air, and then stepped forward to probe in front of the second girl's nose, and screamed strangely.

Hattori used a blindfold, so Tulamba, who had just woken up, didn't see him. At this moment, he climbed behind Tulamba's head like a gecko swimming wall, and a monkey leaped down, and the demon knife village in both hands was able to slash at the back of his head.

The murderous aura behind him alarmed Tulamba, and he subconsciously picked up his mace, and swept it behind him while turning around, forcing Hattori to jump aside with the combined force of the knife and club. The sound of weapons fighting woke up the guards of the surrounding battalions, and the people outside the tent were noisy and walked loudly, but obviously no one dared to trespass without the commander's order.

"Okay, who are you? Can you sneak into this place late at night? Tulamba asked, holding up his mace and pointing at Hattori Hanzo.

Silent. Hattori Hanzo felt that there was no need to answer him, and at this moment, it was a critical moment, and he had to fight quickly to have any hope of retreating, and if he couldn't attack for a long time, the chances of surviving were very slim.

I saw that he was about to rush out of the door with one arrow step.

"Want to run?" Tulamba slammed a blow towards Hattori. Who knew that this was his false move, Hattori tucked his right hand on his waist and flicked it, and a handful of lime powder was sprinkled on Tulamba's face, this coach was obviously very supportive, and he relaxed his vigilance when he saw that someone was going to escape, and he didn't expect him to have such a killing move, and it was too late to retract his strength to defend himself, and he was laid with a big white face, like the white-faced Cao Cao in Peking Opera.

The lime powder was given to him by the Metropolitan Governor, and the place where he came from was naturally Sullivan, burying these excavated by Samanda, Zhou Yu felt that Hattori Hanzo could use it, so he handed it over to him without leaving any land. As soon as this thing touched the mucous membranes, it would heat and burn, and at this moment Tulamba was extremely painful, and he quickly rubbed his eyes with his hands, and at the same time struggled to open his eyelids to discern the direction of the man in black.

The man in black didn't move, standing in front of him like a ghost. Tulamba was furious, raised his mace and thundered from top to bottom, the speed and strength were jaw-dropping, if he took this blow, he was afraid that it would not become a meat puree but also a meat patty.

However, he staggered forward, and the mace seemed to hit, but it seemed to only hit a figure, and it fell to the ground without a strong point, causing Tulamba to lean forward involuntarily.

At this moment, a dark figure jumped up in the air, somersaulted and jumped to the back of his head, turned around and slashed at his neck.

With a "bang", the knife fell. A human head flew up in response, and Hattori didn't wait for it to drop an ape arm to grab a peach, and it was able to grab the heavenly spirit cover. Jumping again, it was already attached to the top of the tent. In one fell swoop, Tulamba's body was still standing there, staggering, staggering, and falling to the ground with a thud for half a day.

"Boss, boss?" The guards outside shouted impatiently, and for a long time no one in the tent could talk, and a group of people hurriedly opened the curtain and rushed in. All they saw were two female corpses on the bed and a headless corpse on the ground.

"There are assassins! There are assassins! The leader of the Guards shouted.

"Quick! Surround the camp, don't let him run. The other leading soldier howled, and it was clear that Tulamba's death had dealt them a very shocking psychological blow, and in their hearts this man was an undefeated myth, and the city of Carmen was a lamb to the slaughter, and the lamb would not bite, and it was impossible for the army of the earth king to lose.

There was a loud bang in the tent, and a purple fog changed from thick to light, filling the entire tent, making people unable to see and smell. A group of guards coughed and slapped the fog with their hands, and it took a long time to recover.

Where is the shadow of the assassin.

The art of retreat is the housekeeping skill of Hattori Hanzo, and he is also the originator of this technique. The art of retreat originated from the five paths of ninjas, and only top ninjas who are proficient in the five realms of "food, incense, medicine, qi, and body" can skillfully manipulate and master it. Specifically, it is divided into three types: the first is concealment, which means disappearing out of thin air and disappearing, which needs to be completed with the help of some fog pills; The second is illusion, which means to transform into other objects and characters, forming a blinding method, so that the enemy cannot distinguish between friend and foe; The third is the highest level, which is false escape, which means that the human form remains in place, no different from the real body, and when the enemy attacks, the real body kills the target from other directions. This technique can only be used skillfully by the upper shinobi in Iga-ryu, and it is naturally Hattori's nirvana. As for his later escape, it was a mistake in the history books, and he originally wanted to join the Koga stream and learn the nirvana there - medicine killing! Subject to the rules and regulations of the ninjas, he used the identity of Tokugawa Ieyasu's slave as a cover.

Under the moonlit night, several black shadows ran wildly in the dark night, one changed to three, three to six, and six returned to one, startling the crows.

Early the next morning, a head hung outside the city gates. Needless to say, it was the head of the enemy chieftain Tulamba. The whole city of Kaman is noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers, and crowds. Standing at the head of the city, with indescribable excitement and indescribable arrogance, Fasher commanded the drummers to beat the cowhide drums louder and harder. Next to him, there was a black-clothed samurai standing behind him, carrying a long knife - Demon Sword Muramasa.

"The general is really a god! What a man of God! Fasher smiled from ear to ear.

"Take people's treasures and eliminate disasters with people!" Hattori Hanzo said eight words lightly.

"Small meaning, small meaning. The tired general told the governor on his behalf, saying that Xiaofa was grateful and had nothing to repay, and only the five bodies were thrown to the ground and the grass rank ring was waiting for Mr. Fasher knew in his heart that the credit for this should go to the Grand Duke.

"If the general doesn't dislike it, I, the three hundred catties of steel ore collected in Carman City a year, will all be specially built for the general, and I will never use it for other purposes." Fasher slapped his chest loudly.

"Oh? I'm interested then! "It's the only G-spot that touches him.

"I wonder if the general has drawings or references?" As the lord of Kaman City, Farsher naturally has some agreement on the forging matter.

"Well, not at the moment, but I can draw for a blacksmith." Even if he is as serious as Hattori Hanzo, he can't hold back his inner impulse at this moment. He had sketched out in detail the appearance of several weapons in his mind.

Kikuichi Writing, Onimaru, Rachel, Daibanya Nagako, and Nagaso Mitoru Toshi, you will see the light of day again in this borderland, so that Hattori Hanzo, who lives with a sword, will not be fascinated.