Chapter 127: Tithrakshasa's Tears (4)

"Killing Sword?" the Siamese mage exclaimed.

"Yes, this is the sword of killing gods when encountering gods, killing gods when encountering Buddhas!" said Tisrakshasa.

"How can it be in your hands?" asked the Siamese mage.

"Don't you have insight into the past, present, and future?" said Tisrakshasa disdainfully, "It's just that now you don't know why the God Killing Sword is in my hands, it doesn't make any sense anymore." With that, Tisrakshasa swung his sword at the Siamese mage.

"Hey-" The Siamese mage sighed when he saw this, flipped his right palm, put his thumb on his middle finger and flicked it lightly, and with a "bang-la-la-la", a golden chain shot out from his palm, binding Tisrakshasa to a strong knot.

"This—" Tithrakshasa glared, full of consternation.

"Go ahead. The Siamese mage said softly.

"Demon Monk!" Tisrakshasa said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of grievances. Immediately, this grievance gathered into tears and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the Siamese mage's heart tightened, don't look over, and with a hard shake of his wrist, Tisrakshasa shot away in the direction of the Nai He Bridge.

After a long while, the Siamese Master turned around, looked in the direction of the Nai He Bridge for a long time, accepted the apprentice, leaned over and picked up the tears of the Tisrakshasa, crystal clear, like a drop-shaped diamond, the golden Buddha light was refracted brilliantly and colorful. Faintly, there seemed to be Dai Ping's delicate face in the teardrops. Master Siamese couldn't help but take a closer look in front of him, and suddenly felt that his heart was poked by the tip of a needle, and his nose was sore, so he hurriedly put the teardrop into his pocket, calmed down, and woke up Dai Ping.

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Lethe River, but the bridgehead.

Fuhiko of Asaka Palace was commanding the Yamato warriors to set up camp, and suddenly felt a flash of golden light, and hurriedly looked around, but he didn't know that it was the "Buddha's light" performed by the Siamese mage in the Asuka Palace. I thought to myself, could it be that my father saw me leading troops to garrison here, suggesting that Gu Shoufu was hiding nearby? I couldn't help but look at the end of the bridge, and felt more and more that Gu Shoufu was on the other side of the bridge. Suddenly, a figure "whoosh" swept over the sky and shot towards the other side of the river, which further confirmed the conjecture of Fuhiko of the Asaka Palace.

"All the soldiers listen to the order!" said Xiang Gong Fuyan as he turned over his horse and said loudly.

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Jianrui battalion put down their work and stood in place to listen to the orders of Fuyan of the Chaoxiang Palace, and the originally noisy camp instantly sounded the sound of needles.

"General Ben needs scouts to go to the bridge to find out the news, who would like to go?" shouted Fuhiko Chao Xiangmiya, sitting on horseback.

The soldiers of the Jianrui battalion looked at each other when they heard this, and they all trembled - crossing the bridge is a forbidden place, if you are lucky, you can be reincarnated, if you are unlucky, you will either go to the land of no return or be destroyed.

"Have you forgotten the noble spirit of bushido?" "Seeing that no one answered, Fuhiko Asakanomiya shouted loudly, "Death without remembrance, death without scruples, death without hesitation, unreserved sacrifice of your life for the lord, have you forgotten your oath as a Yamato samurai?"

Asaka Palace Fuhiko also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, after all, it was only eighteen years old, and Fang Cai's shouting, although it was very loud, the confidence was obviously insufficient, fortunately it was the cub of Asaka Palace Hatohiko, and inherited the gene of playing with power, otherwise the sergeants would not obey the order, and it really didn't know what to do.

"General Ben ordered," Asakanomiya Fuhiko's voice was obviously louder, "The shotgun guards are lined up in three rows along the riverbank, the front row is ambushed, the middle row is kneeling, the back row is standing, and the artillery armor is also lined up along the riverbank, and the nurturing soldiers are ready to replenish ammunition for the shotgun guards and artillery armor, and the Yamato samurai bridgehead is assembled on standby!"

When the soldiers of the Jianrui battalion heard this, they began to move, and the shotgun guards, artillery armor, and cultivation soldiers quickly entered their respective positions, while the hundred Yamato samurai were scattered and shouted, "Loyal and invincible, life and death are the same." The slogan, with a solemn face, walked towards the bridge.

Seeing that the position had been opened, he said loudly to Xianggong Fuyan: "The shotgun guards and artillery armor are firing a salvo!"

Before the words fell, the sound of guns shook the earth and the flames soared into the sky. A hundred Yamato samurai crammed the bridge with their ears covered, choking on the smoke of gunpowder, their faces flowing with tears and snot, and they kept coughing loudly. A moment later, the gunfire stopped, and the smoke drifted away with the flow of the river.

In the face of such a formation, Chaoxiang Palace Fuyan's heart was surging, his eyes revealed a little resolute and firm, and a battle-hardened look appeared on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Scout attack!"

When a hundred Yamato samurai heard this, they pulled out their swords from their waists, screamed wildly, and rushed towards the other end of the bridge. Fuhiko watched them until they disappeared into the haze on the other side of the river. With the passage of time, Asakanomiya Fuhiko's eyes began to glaze, and his originally straight body also relaxed. The shotgun guards, artillery armor, and nurturing soldiers in the riverbank positions began to chat in groups of three or five.

Just as they were chatting to pass the boring time waiting for news, suddenly there was a "ha-ha, ha-ha" from across the river. Laughter. The laughter was so uninhibited. Just as this unbridled laughter floated, the screams were incessant, and after a few moments, a low sigh came, melancholy with grief, so helpless, and so desolate, that the shotgun guards and artillery armor did not receive the order, and they fired indiscriminately across the river to hide the fear in their hearts. The sudden sound of gunfire startled the mount of Xiang Xiang Gong Fuhiko, fell off his master, and galloped away on his own. Poor Chaoxiang Gong Fuyan was lying on the ground, did he fall too hard, or was he too frightened? After kicking his hooves for a long time, he couldn't get up, he was covered in mud, sweating profusely, and he collapsed on the ground panting with exhaustion, his eyes full of horror.