In the early spring of Hanyang City, there is not a single cloud in the blue sky.

The thin ninja dressed in black is also wonderful, especially in front of the three princesses of the Tokugawa family.

They deliberately flirt, and didn't use a long run-up distance. Instead, he bent over, holding a knife in one hand, and took small steps, swish, first walked out of the zigzag route in front of the house of the Ming merchant group, and soon approached under the high wall of blue bricks.

Dong Chaopu stood on top of the converted watchtower in the high attic, holding a monocular, and watched in amazement at the strange behavior of the two ninjas in black night suits.

The ninjas soon approached the brick walls, and they didn't pull out the ghost claws they used to climb the walls from their bags. Instead, he jumped high, then raised his right hand, took out the dagger and inserted it into the thick brick crack, and with the help of the power of the dagger inserted, he lightly made an appointment with the wall.

According to common sense, the ninja at this time should lean down on the wall, observe the movement in the courtyard, and then quietly sneak down the high wall to open the door.

However, today, as the vanguard of the ronin corps that has been arrogant in Hanyang, North Korea for several years, especially in front of the third princess, how can this pouting posture be able to get the eyes of the nobles?

So, the two ninjas who had just stepped on the wall looked at each other. Cang drew his katana with a bang, held his long knife high, and jumped high as if he were on the stage, like two flying crows.

Just when you jump to the top.

Bang bang...... Bang bang......

Seven or eight firebolts sticking out from the window on the second floor of the small building in the courtyard opened fire in batches as if they were practicing moving targets on weekdays. Buckshot exploded on the chests of the two black ninjas floating in the air.

With a muffled snort, they were like being hit hard in the air by an invisible giant hand in the waist and abdomen, and they were sprinkled with blood, and they bowed their bodies to draw a longer arc in the air.

Boom......

Almost at the same time, he fell in front of the chariot that Tsuruhime was riding, and rolled around a few times before he vomited blood and exhaled his last breath.

"This is the strength you have tried to stand out three times?"

What Tsuruhime didn't expect was that the firearms of the Ming people were so sharp. "It should be a different way of visiting." She thought silently. "If they can deceive themselves, their firearms will not be able to exert their strength."

That's what I think in my heart, but I can't let everyone see the expression and language. She steadied herself and turned her head to ask the man who had been trying to sit side by side with her, with a pigtail that was standing upright.

"Huh?"

"Meguro can live, this is what you still want to pass through the first Ronin Legion of Toei that I want to dedicate to the head of the family?" Anyway, cage yourself with wide sleeves.

At this moment, with a creaking and screeching sound, a small door opened next to the door, and a man with two goatees, who seemed to be old and obscene, walked out.

"I heard that the noble daughter of Dongying was worried about the cold weather, so she came to warm the bed for my master. My master has ordered me to wait here. ”

As he spoke, he arched his hand at Bu Yuan:

"That the noble lady may know. Today, the noble lady herself came to the door with these dowries. The heart of the fist has been received by the master of my family. Helplessly, my master already has a wife and two concubines, so it is not convenient to open the main door and enter the middle hall, so I can only grieve the noble daughter to enter and exit from this side. ”

As soon as these words came out, Tsuruhime didn't react yet, but the Meguro next to him blushed as if it had exploded.

He has lived by Tsuruhime's side since he was a child, but there is a huge gap between the two classes. Especially after Tsuruhime was considered a goddaughter by Tokugawa Iemitsu, he knew that he was hopeless in his life, so he could only bury his fantasy about Tsuruhime deep in his heart. Disappointed, Meguro joined the Seabird Gang, which was full of lost samurai at the time, on his own. Since then, he has relied on the sea to eat the sea, floating along the coasts of Daming and North Korea, and has become a ronin pirate who mainly relies on plundering and killing.

Relying on his familiarity with North Korea, the Tokugawa family contacted him again last year, and Meguro Noshiro became the vanguard of the Tokugawa family very early. Since then, he has successfully relied on betrayal and betrayal to complete the purge of the original Seabird Gang, plus many good players who have made some mistakes from Tokugawa in disguise, so that he has become the largest ronin army in his own family.

There is a providence in the dark.,Meguro can live in Hanyang and meet the crane who is in his thoughts again.。 And this time, Meguro's heart, which was alive like ashes, came to life again. And the words of this obscene Ming man were like a knife, directly inserted into Meguro Neng's fragile, proud, and a little inferiority complex.

"Prepare ......"

Meguro couldn't hear any sound at this time, and all he had in his eyes were the two doors that brought great insult to his beloved Tsuruhime. With an order, the thirty-six core corps that he was proud of instantly unwrapped the package on the carriage next to him, revealing the countless short spears inside.

Contrary to popular impressions, the charge of the Toei samurai was not actually carried out with a katana, but rather with spears in the battle formation. Only after defeating the enemy, the long knife at this time is a sharp weapon for harvesting the spoils of war.

These warriors raised their steel spears and took on a posture to attack the door. Everyone waited for the long knife in Meguro's hand to fall.

Menzi, who was standing at the side door, saw this posture, and hurriedly shook his hand and said:

"It's unacceptable, it's unacceptable. Do you still want to enter through the gate? I want to say to you through the gate, you don't have to put out all these knives and guns. This looks so penetrating. Wait a minute, I'll open the door for you. ”

Meguro smiled alive.

For so many years, whether it is on the coast of the Ming Dynasty or in the cities of North Korea, he has seen a lot of this kind of Ming people who look very arrogant, but are actually cartilage. The Qi family army that had been circulating among their pirates seemed to have been killed by their own emperor.

Most of the rest is like that. As long as you don't draw your sword, they will always squint at you. As long as you draw a knife, they will also squint at you, but at this time they will often squint from the ground upwards.

In any case, opening the door will not eliminate this insult, and today I will definitely be able to kill the owner of this house. Let his Tsuruhime walk in on the red carpet paved with blood.

After this incident, he seemed to have forgotten that there were still firearms inside.

And even if there were, what could it be? Under his own katana, wasn't the Frangi man who was riding on a white horse and holding a firearm still slashed his hip bone from the shoulder, and his intestines flowed out? If it weren't for the kindness of the samurai next to him, he would have quickly cut off his head. He probably won't die until the next day.

Tsuruhime! Let me clear the way for you today.

That door actually opened the door. In Meguro Neng's eyes, although this door is actively opened, he must be the first to die.

The door opened, and the situation inside the courtyard was unobstructed.

As far as Meguro can see, there are no traditional courtyard walls, and there are no trees and flower beds. Behind the gate is a large square paved with sleek green bricks, and behind the square is a small two-story building.

What Meguro couldn't see was that on both sides of the gate, more than sixty black-clad soldiers stood against the walls. In the corridor next to the same two-story building, there were still one hundred and twenty black-clad soldiers armed with spears.

But now, in Meguro's eyes, this courtyard with an open gate is where his katana is today.

"Be careful, Meguro-kun." In his ears came the voice of Tsuruhime, like a yellow warbler.

Meguro Neng's heart trembled, and the katana held high in his hand seemed to tremble. With the trembling of the katana, the elite of the elites he trained, the entire battle formation seemed to tremble.

Meguro enjoyed the feeling.

The woman he loved the most was by his side watching him go on the march, and the legion he had set up followed his command knife held high. What could be more enjoyable than a samurai?

He slowly lowered the katana, and the entire battle formation took the first step in small steps and neatly with the amplitude of the command sword.

"What are you doing on this shit?" Dong Chaopu asked the person next to him puzzled. Why is it still a little naughty to look at the other party's commander?