This world has not developed a real-world aviation system, nor does it have a large number of fighters, because the sword has had the ability to fly since ancient times, and it is called riding combat. Able to fight in the air.

Therefore, it was difficult to develop the earliest spiral aircraft, and for the sword guard, it was simply a target.

Although there was no sustained development of aircraft, there were still some small aircraft and flying ships.

However, some ancient swords, that is, the old type of real fighting, although they may not be more advanced than mass production machines in riding, but these ancient swords have a strong "Yin Yi".

The so-called Yin Meaning, that is, the ability held by "True Fight", different Hammer Forge will give different types of abilities to its sword, such as manipulating liquids, creating flames and storms, which are all Yin meanings of the sword.

The "warriors" who hold the old type of sword can use this ability to easily defeat some mass-produced types of digital fights, and the dragoons of artificial AI will be extremely weak in the face of real fights.

Even if these ancient swords appear in the real world, there is a possibility of overturning four and a half generations of fighters, if it is the top ancient sword swords, such as the groundbreaking Silver Star, I am afraid that all the fighters on the whole earth together will not be enough to fight in one shot.

"Even from the perspective of the raider, you can't underestimate the 'sword' of this world."

Feng Han straightened up, he planned to go out at night, but retrieved the important items he had consigned from the mainland.

………………

The moonlight is like water, quiet and silent.

Kamakura seems to have increased the number of night patrols due to military control, and if you are caught, you will be detained for one night if you are lucky, but if you are unlucky. Sent directly to military bases.

Except for the streets where foreigners wander, few people go out, but occasionally some shops do open.

Feng Han walked slowly down the street, the location where he lived was near Hachimangu Shrine, there was still some distance from the distance he was going to, and it was estimated that it would take a lot of time to walk.

At this time, the tram had not yet opened. Even the railroad was only a royal train of the shogunate, and it was all used by soldiers and military supplies, and private people could ride it, but they had to pay an additional fare.

After all, it was a secret handover, and Feng Han didn't want things to become too conspicuous, he basically acted secretly, so there was no need to attract too much attention.

"It's here!"

In the average person's opinion, it takes about a few hours to walk. But sprinting at the same speed as race walking, it only took him a little more than an hour.

It was a warehouse that was a fireworks factory in itself, but due to the economic downturn caused by the war, the president hanged himself, and the abandoned factory became an underground black warehouse.

This is a cargo dumping point, a rental base for several nearby gangs, and the name of the foreign lord hangs on the outside. Basically, few people dare to check at will.

Most of the goods here are smuggled in from Fujisawa Ichiku, and different vehicles come and go every day. He acts in a very secretive way to avoid the eyes and ears of all sides.

"The stuff is inside, go in and get it yourself!"

The person who took over the goods was a Chinese-speaking Yamato man, and his tone was extremely strange, Feng Han handed over the fee to him, and the man left in a hurry.

Feng Han didn't care about this kind of detail. He just calmly pushed open the door and walked in with a grand face.

As soon as he walked into the door, the large iron door behind him was closed with his hand, and with the sound of the door closing, the broken light bulb of the old warehouse was lit.

A prickly laugh came. It was a man's voice.

"Hahahaha, you idiot, you dare to come out in the middle of the night, it's just right to let Uncle Ben teach you a good lesson!"

The sound of frenzy, it was the laughter of a fierce maniac, and in the flickering light bulb, Feng Han was shocked to find that the entire warehouse was surrounded by a group of hooligan groups.

They were armed with instruments, iron pipes, katanas, chains, and guns, and with the current level of control over weapons by the six polas, it was not easy for these men to get their hands on firearms.

But......

"It's not coming!"

Ichizo did not appear in the snowmobile town.

Feng Han glanced around, but didn't see the figure of the man on crutches.

"It's a pity."

This guy is a cunning fox, and he must have smelled danger, so he didn't show up.

The leader of the gangster group is, of course, the man named "Muto", who sits on top of a huge black box, surrounded by his companions.

There were quite a few people, about thirty people, and even the iron staircase and corridor on the second floor were full of people, and this was probably the thug group of the Nogiyama group, an underworld organization.

This lineup should not be underestimated, and if it is a street fight, it can be described as extremely tough.

"Tang Guoren, aren't you very arrogant today? Why are you dumbfounded and don't speak now? ”

In the face of Muto's provocation, Feng Han didn't move, he was just curious about why the man from Snowmobile Town didn't show up in this matter.

"It's strange that Bobsleigh didn't come over?"

"Huh? You said that coward, he had something to do, and he took the opportunity to escape. ”

Muto crossed Jiro's legs and sat on the black box, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Leave that idiot alone, let's discuss how to deal with you, whether it's to break your legs, or break your hands and feet, or cut your tendons, forget it, let's just use it together, haha, you're really lucky, I'm going to make you a full set......"

"Hahahaha-"

The other hooligans laughed in unison.

Feng Han clasped his hands to his chest and shook his head helplessly. He glanced at the few people who came up from behind him, sighed deeply, and then said to Muto: "Hey, before you do it, there is one thing I want to remind you." ”

"What's the matter, boy, are you going to kneel down and plead now, haha."

"No, it doesn't matter."

Feng Han sighed again and said, "It's just that I hope you will trouble you to get off that box, after all, the owner of that box hates others touching its things at will." ”

"The owner of the chest."

Muto's expression was a little uncertain.

He learned from the underground intelligence that the Chinese planned to send a cargo back from abroad, so he sneaked into this old warehouse and prepared to ambush the other party, after all, the man made him lose face once.

As Snow Bike Town said, the underworld eats by face, and if someone is slapped in the face, there is no way to find this leather tent, and his name "Muto", this name, will sooner or later be looked down upon by his companions on the road.

And he was also very unconvinced to encounter this kind of situation.

A flash of sharpness flashed in Muto's eyes.

"First of all, I would like to remind you, it is useless to resist, your fists and feet are good, but this time I have even invited a master of swordsmanship in the art of war, you can try it." (To be continued......)