The inside of the ronin's longhouse was just as Lan had expected.

It retains the most effective and organized group of people in the castle town.

After Lan returned, the ronins looked at him like his parents. Strictly speaking, saving someone's life is not like having another parent.

Before Lan could say anything to rejoin them into the battle queue, Kotaro stepped forward and repeated what he had just said outside the manor to the surviving ronin.

The stakes will not change due to the difference in tongues, and the ronins present can figure out the truth after the panic of being surrounded and suppressed just now.

So it didn't take much trouble, and this group of ronins with fierce lights in their eyes took their knives and prepared to follow behind their group leaders and fight their way out.

Perhaps the main combat force of this raid was bent on decapitating the operation, so he went straight to the inner house of Hirata Sho.

The people who stayed in the castle town were all bandits who couldn't get on the table.

He didn't even need Lan to do anything more, he just relied on his observation of the battlefield situation and then issued the order. All that's left is to get the men out to receive the victory.

The terrain of Hiratanoso is complicated, but for him, this level of battlefield structure is just a small meaning that cannot be put on the table in [Memory Deep Dive].

Standing on a high place, a bottle of [cat] potion is poured down, and superhuman senses can clearly observe the number of most enemies, and then the combat power allocated and cleared is like a fish in water.

After he rescued his subordinates from the longhouse of the ronin group, many Hirata clans along the way were broken up and weaved, and he reorganized them into the team.

Scattered and scattered, nearly a hundred people were gathered in this bloody night!

From the frightened voices of these people, Lan En knew that recently, it was the giant ninja who was in charge of Hiratano's defense system, the owl.

These ashigaru were beaten so scattered when there were still a lot of people, and it is estimated that it was thanks to the guy's 'arranging troops'.

Arrange the troops and mobilize the soldiers in the formation to fight. This was a new experience for Lanen.

But he seems to have been born with the burden on his shoulders.

Others have entrusted him with courage and life, and he naturally wants to apply these things perfectly.

Especially on the battlefield.

Lan's ability to mobilize is getting stronger and stronger, and the scenes in [Memory Dive] appear in front of his eyes, reconstruct in his mind, and finally be distilled into knowledge and mastered by him.

At first, the men he sent out would be tied up for a while and fight hard for a while.

But later, he was able to limit every fight he had arranged to be over in three minutes.

After waiting for more than an hour, the bandits in the entire castle town had even been cleared by Lane!

"The art of commanding?.tsk, it's more brain-consuming than fighting."

Lan En patted his forehead.

Relying on the reinforcement of Mentos, he was able to barely keep up with the performance of the emperor's sons in his memory in terms of thinking speed.

But people's thinking speed is the norm, and for him at present, it is already a kind of 'overclocking'.

Shaking his head slightly, Lan En took a sip of [Swallow] to speed up his recovery.

Then he said to Kotaro, who had a resolute and respectful look in his eyes under the eaves, "The castle town is safe enough, we have no worries, and we should move forward to the inner house next." ”

Although the ronin and ashigaru below were all panting, and some were even shaking their hands holding knives, they all shouted with blood in their veins when Lan's order was given.

On the battlefield of flesh and blood, the commander who can make people 100% victorious will be regarded as [gods] by the soldiers!

The castle town is connected to the inner house area by a small bridge. Underneath the cliffs of this wooden bridge is a small tributary of the Longquan River.

Lan En took the lead in scouting and touched the approach, observing in the bamboo forest on the slope.

At a glance, his brow couldn't help but furrow.

"That fat boy. It's a bit strong! ”

The bridge was not spacious, but in the middle of it was a huge figure with a simple armor pocket.

He is about two and a half meters tall, and his whole body is full of powerful fat pestering muscles, listening to this big general's belly.

A one-meter-five-six all-iron mace in his hand swayed like a child's toy in his hand, pumping the lawn and slamming the mud.

If you let Kotaro's size of Ashigaru go up, it is estimated that more than 30 people will not be enough for him to kill.

But such a person who sounds similar to the fierce general in the ancient text, his face has a very typical feeling of 'Down disease'.

The eyes are widely spaced, the eyes are small and unfocused, and they look demented.

Lan turned back and described the 'weirdos' he saw to Kotaro, a local.

It stands to reason that a guy of this size must be quite famous in the local area.

Sure enough, Lan En described it slightly, and Kotaro's eyes widened with an angry expression.

"Taro soldiers!"

"It's the Taro soldiers in Senfeng Temple! The masters of Xianfeng Temple adopted a group of orphans, each of whom had such a strong body, but their brains were not very useful. The masters took pity on them and had no way out, so they trained them as monks and soldiers in the temple and called them 'Taro soldiers'. ”

The short man gritted his teeth in resentment.

"It must be these bandits, who kidnapped the lone Taro soldiers in the mountains as helpers! They're just like children, they're easy to deceive! ”

Lan En frowned and listened.

Adopt a group of children, all look like this?! Is it so outrageous?

Lan En vaguely felt that it was not right, but he thought about Kotaro, a local, and the chickens and fish he had seen. He wasn't going to say anything more.

After all, he was just a foreigner who didn't know the land.

"In that case, then he will leave it to me. There is no blood on his mace, and it seems that he is indeed from Buddhism. Even if he was abducted to be a thug, he subconsciously didn't hit the person, don't worry, I won't kill him. ”

Kotaro looked at Lan En a little nervously.

After the demon hunter said that he would not kill the Taro soldier, he breathed a sigh of relief and his face relaxed.

He and her mother, who had just died, were both devout believers in Xianfeng Temple, and the kind of goods in Mishan Temple would be killed if they were killed, but in the face of Taro Bing, who was born in Xianfeng Temple, he really had an obstacle in his heart.

That group of Taro soldiers is simply . It's just a child who grows too big!

There are not many people with a mentality like him under Lan En today.

There weren't many bandits defending on the bridge, which matched Ran's conjecture.

The enemy was too eager to be decapitated, so he didn't even care about his own back path.

Returning to the small bamboo forest on the dirt slope that Lan En had stopped to observe just now, Lan En looked at the four Ashigaru holding short bows beside him one by one, confirming that they were all in the state.

Then give a light nod.

"Whoosh!" *5

On the small bridge, two bandits with large wooden cards were directly hit by a volley.

Their large wooden plaques were pointed only in front of them, and the armor on their bodies was not even a belly, and even if they were shot by a short bow and arrow, the arrows would be enough to penetrate the internal organs.

Immediately screamed and fell.

The Taro soldier, who had a confused expression, seemed to be taken aback, like a child, with a frightened expression, and looked around with his mace in his arms.

"Who? Who is it? What do you want? ”

A wave of ranged attacks cleared the would-be troublemakers, and Lan En walked straight out of the bamboo forest.

Silent, he walked directly to Taro's side.

How can a child-like mind stand a person like Lan En, silent and staring closer?

The horror on Taro's face grew heavier and heavier, until finally, the big man screamed in fright, and picked up the mace in his hand with his eyes closed.

"Retreat! The demons are gone! Retreat? ”

Ranwu's hand felt light, and Taro opened his eyes in confusion.

The iron rod with a length of one meter five or six has already reached the hands of the person opposite.

And that man has already put on a posture to pull out!

"Bang!"

Lan En was expressionless, and with the handle of his mace, which had no spikes, like a baseball, he slammed directly into Taro's stomach armor.

"Woo!"

At least more than two hundred kilograms of flesh even briefly left the ground! Even the sour water in his stomach came out.

Then, the palm of the studded leather glove pushed up against his chin.

I heard a violent clash of teeth, and the terrifyingly strong Taro soldier collapsed on his stomach.

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