Lan followed his ronin all the way across the wooden bridge, and on a high slope on the opposite bank, he saw a ninja sitting paralyzed against the roots of a tree on the side of the road.

He wears a short cloak that looks like it's woven from the feathers of a bird of prey, and a strange Japanese mask on his face.

Dressed as Spooky and equipped with no armor.

When Lan En came to take a look, he could clearly feel that this person's breathing pattern had traces of ninja practice.

"Who are you?"

Rann had only seen three ninjas so far, two old men, and a wolf. He'd never seen a guy dressed like this.

This person was seriously injured, and even with a specially trained physique, it is estimated that he will not be able to last more than ten minutes.

"You are. That exotic samurai? ”

He gasped and coughed up blood as he tried to look up at the man in front of him.

"I've been ambushed in advance, so I'm going to save Miko-sama. Quick."

At the end of his life, the man was still concerned about his master, but Lan did not hurry to leave at his urging.

"As a ninja but being ambushed in advance, you should know that this is not normal, right? Who is arranging the guards of Hiratano in recent times? ”

Identifying friend and foe right away was the first priority in Lan's mind.

A traitor can do more damage than an enemy.

The ninja on the ground, his eyes under the mask first widened, then calmed down.

Ninja is a profession that grew up in cruelty, and this short-lived ninja quickly accepts the fact that he has been betrayed.

"The only one who can arrange my course of action is . Butterfly-sama, and. Big, people. ”

With these last words, the ninja dropped his head to his stomach and was completely out of breath.

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched.

Okay, the mole is one of those two old ninjas who doesn't seem to be easy to deal with, or. Both?

It's really bad to a certain extent.

Immediately, Lan En turned around and left without delay, and walked towards Hirataso.

Finally narrowed down the target to two people, and that's the gain.

"Hiraso hasn't completely fallen yet, and with me as the front, we'll rush into the manor!"

In fact, if Lan En encountered all these bandit-level thugs, then he could have killed them himself.

But first, he didn't know what other means the enemy had, and it would be safer to prepare manpower. Second, one more helper who dares to cut people will have more killing efficiency.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Lan En's cat's eyes swept over all the men in front of him, his tone calm and rational.

"Everyone is a ronin who has been fighting in the country of Reed, and their reputation is outside. As soon as the inner government comes, it will be cleared, and if you have illusions, it is better to cut yourself on the spot. If you want to last a long time, the only way to do this is to keep the Hirata clan! ”

You need to unify your mind before you fight, even if you only have a few ronins under your command.

Ran's knowledge and memory told him that the fewer people he had, the more he should work on it.

After a rational analysis, it is reasonable that the ronins must regard the task of 'maintaining the Hirata clan' as if they were protecting their own lives.

After saying this, the ronin's eyes no longer flickered, but became more firm and ruthless.

Most of the ronins have this ruthlessness, who doesn't want him to make money or let him live, they will dare to fight.

And Kotaro and those who were stuffed into the Ashigaru by the Hirata clan, the will to fight is very firm without encouragement.

They were originally dependent on the Hirata clan in the troubled times to survive, and their families were all in the castle town of Hiratano, and they were already impatient at this time.

"Good, let's go!"

The men who had already formed a battle formation nodded to Lanne, took a deep breath in front of the closed manor gates, and waited.

Lan En moved his ankles and knees a little and rushed directly towards the wall next to the gate!

The main gate of Hiratanoso is a typical oriental portal, and it is covered by a wide eaves above the main entrance.

The fence is much more rudimentary, just a four-metre-high stone wall.

Although Lan En has not yet practiced the [Light Body Technique], he has sprint runs, wall borrowing, and his super-sized arm strength.

A clean turn easily crossed the wall that ordinary people need to build a ladder to pass through.

As soon as he landed, he saw that there were still many people gathered in the castle town with various weapons or farm tools, fighting against the bandits.

'Not even the gates were cleared. The main force went directly to the inner house? ’

Thinking only for a moment, Lan En directly ripped off the door bolt next to him, which was waist-wide for ordinary people.

Pulling the wide, sturdy gates, it opened to both sides.

Outside the door, the ronin group who had been prepared for a long time couldn't help but start roaring and cheering as the gap gradually widened.

Then, according to the instructions given to them by Ran, they rushed straight in! Start strangling the scattered bandits!

In Lan's eyes, these bandits have never been a problem except for numbers.

They were undisciplined, and it was impossible for them to pile up their belongings in Hirataso, and they would certainly not be able to accept the efficiency of such a robbery.

And the bandits who were scattered encountered groups of ronin, and the outcome can be imagined.

With a "bang", Lan En kicked out a katana from the hand of a corpse at his feet.

Directly crossed the distance of more than ten meters, and passed through the chest of a thief who was pulling a large pile of silk cloth, and the gauntlet on the handle of the knife stuck in his chest, nailing him to the wall.

When the witcher walked over, the corpses of a young peasant woman and an elderly couple were piled up in the small wooden hut where the bandits had robbed the silk cloth. The blood is spreading outward.

These bandits are not only here to steal things, they are also here to slaughter.

The Ronin group formed by Lane's men was simply invincible to the scattered enemy.

In cold weapon battles, as long as the difference in combat effectiveness is not too big, the formation of a battle array is stronger than that of a single person!

The Ronin team cleared the enemy very quickly, and by the time Kotaro led the people back in a circle and returned to Lane, he still had a few thick chicken feathers on his head.

It seems that those live chickens in captivity have come out to join in the fun because they were scared.

But it seemed that they were all hacked to death by the battle array.

Lan En looked at Kotaro's expression, his eyes were blood-red, and blood, sweat, and snot were mixed together.

"Did you find your mother?"

Lan En asked suddenly.

He still remembers Kotaro saying that his mother lived in the castle town.

But this small, obscene-looking man just gritted his teeth at this time and said in a trembling voice.

"Already. Nope. ”

"My lord, where should we counterattack next?"

The mother was gone, and there were only four words in his mouth. This is followed by a return to the next step of the action plan.

But Lane could feel it, and he wasn't sad. On the contrary, when he was at the place where the Longquan River was drawn, he relayed his mother's teachings with that proud look that was not deceiving.

When it comes to the "Star Puja" that his mother asked for him, the feeling of being cared for cannot be pretended.

He wasn't good-looking, but his mother loved him.

However, people who survive in difficult circumstances always have a sense of realism.

Because they want to live, even if the closest person dies in front of them, they must continue to think about those firewood, rice, oil and salt that are close in front of them, because life will not give time for him to stop mourning.

If you don't work for a while, you won't eat for a while, and if you don't work for a day, you won't eat for a day.

So it gives people the illusion that they are not sad.

And now, the 'firewood, rice, oil and salt' in front of Kotaro is to clear the bandits.

Lan En looked down at his palm.

Just a few hours ago, his hands had squeezed through the air balloon that a corpse had made for him with his own hands, and let the water of Longquanchuan sprinkle on his body, dispelling his illness and blessings.

"We're going back to the stronghold, and there are still people we haven't patrolled yet, and it's the group that has the best chance of preserving its fighting power."

"Yes!"

Lan En commanded, and then Kotaro couldn't wait to do it, as if if he took a step slower, he would be entangled in some annoying thoughts.

The young witcher pursed his lips and looked at the short man's back.

He couldn't comfort Kotaro, all he could do was help Kotaro solve the 'firewood, rice, oil, and salt' in front of him. That is—

Kill thieves.

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