Zhou Fu is an honest person worthy of Yang Ge's kindness.

After Yang Ge broke the insignificance of the Xiao Bu Xiao Camp of the Japanese slave army, and asked him to coordinate the samurai at all levels of the Japanese slave army and suppress the Xiao camp just to exercise his essence.

Zhou Fu did not relax his vigilance and watch the show because the Japanese slaves were insignificant in the army's Xiao camp, but were more diligent than before, and took the interpreters to patrol the camp day and night for two or three days in a row, appeased the warriors at all levels, and actively asked Yang Ge for advice on the techniques of painting cakes and compromises, opposing and trampling, and tried his best to stabilize the camp.

However, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and no matter how clever she is in painting cakes, she can't defeat the survival instinct of the terrifying Homo erectus!

The camp of the Japanese slave army was finally set up for the camp before nightfall on the fifth day of the Equestrian Kingdom...... Crashed.

A ninth-rank samurai, who had been plundered of all his rations by his immediate superior, attacked another ninth-rank samurai with ten slaves under his command, robbing them of all their rations......

He thought he was secretive, but when the aroma of cooking food came from their tent, the Japanese slave warriors of all levels, who had been watching for a long time and had not waited for the intervention of the first-level Chinese warriors, finally couldn't hold the hungry red-eyed beast in his heart, pulled out his bright steel knife, and swung it at his comrades who were still fighting side by side a few days ago.

The sound of killing swept through the entire camp.

Everywhere there was hysterical screaming and wailing.

Everywhere there was the muffled sound of blades slicing through flesh.

Everywhere there are pigs and wolves running away from the Japanese soldiers.

Knife and gun collision.

Flags topple.

Tents burn.

Some of the Japanese slaves grabbed the bloody grain, and they didn't dare to cook it, so they swallowed it directly with the snow.

Some of the Japanese slaves had just swallowed the grain and snow into their stomachs, and they were disemboweled, and they were not able to die full.

Some of the Japanese slaves, not only did they not grab the food of the other Japanese slaves, but they even became the food of the other Japanese slaves......

On this night, the ninth-class samurai system, established under the brutal and violent rule, did not fall apart, but became more and more rock-solid and indestructible.

Because the low-level Japanese slaves, only by completely obeying the more powerful samurai and the larger number of samurai, can he protect himself from becoming food in the pot of other Japanese slaves.

When the snowball effect occurs, no Japanese slave can stay out of it......

Can't stop it!

Completely uncontrollable!

Zhou Fu took the twelve earthly branches to kill and disperse three samurai groups that took advantage of the opportunity to make waves, but instead of controlling the chaotic scene, they pushed themselves into a very dangerous situation......

The army of Japanese slaves is not without reverence.

It's a pity that the people who are in awe of the Japanese slave army are never Zhou Fu and the others who directly manage them.

What's even more regrettable is that the Japanese slave servants are not face blind, they recognize the face that is wrapped in thousands of golden lights every time, and is as handsome as a god.

As a veteran general in the army, Zhou Fu was very keenly aware of this dangerous aura, and decisively gave up the useless effort of trying to suppress the Xiao Battalion, and retreated around Yang Ge's military tent under the protection of the twelve earth branches.

As a result, when he opened Yang Ge's tent, he found that the brothers of Xichang and Xiuyiwei had already crowded into the warm military tent, sitting on the ground with steaming meat porridge and drinking it in small sips......

He looked at the iron pot of porridge that was bigger than the water tank and boiling white hot gas in the center of the military tent, and the dreamy feeling of crossing the two worlds in one step was even more intense!

When the heat wave slapped Zhou Fu's face with the salty aroma of meat porridge, it was as if he had a long nightmare and suddenly woke up, the anxiety and suffering in his heart disappeared in an instant, and then he felt that he was really stupid, really ......

"Tired of shouting, aren't you?"

Yang Ge took a bowl of steaming meat porridge with his own hands and stuffed it into his hand: "Find a place to sit by yourself and wait for dawn...... Take it easy, you've done your best. ”

He patted Zhou Fu lightly on the shoulder, turned his face and beckoned to the twelve earthly branches and pirate translators behind him: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Come in and sit! ”

The twelve earthly branches and pirate interpreters crossed their hands and entered the military tent, and their hearts were all haunted by the same absurd and dreamy feelings as Zhou Fu's heart.

The curtain fell again, once again isolating the warm and lively wine banquet from the cold and snow where the outside world roared and screamed one after another.

All night, Zhou Fu was in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking......

When the curtain was lifted again, and a foot of gloomy sky light reflecting a slight scarlet color leaked into the tent, he suddenly said to Yang Ge: "Second master, let's do this...... Wouldn't it be too much? ”

God testifies that he himself doesn't even know why he asks this.

But he just didn't ask this sentence directly.

As his words fell, the tent was instantly silent and audible, and everyone turned their eyes to Yang Ge, as if expecting him to give an explanation.

They all need an explanation.

Even if the explanation is not so plausible.

But as long as there is ......

They will be able to lift their spirits and move on.

Yang Ge raised his gaze from the lone ancient book in his hand, looked at Zhou Fu, and then swept every cracked, dirty face, and every pair of cloudy but clear eyes in the tent one by one.

He groaned for a long time.

It was so long that everyone in the military tent felt like they had been suffering for three long winters.

"I'm glad you asked."

He spoke softly, very slowly, and in a gentle tone, but it gave people a very powerful feeling: "This shows that the books you have read have not been read in vain, this shows that the education you have received has not been in vain, you have a conscience, you have morality, you have to understand what it means to be tolerant......"

He paused, and then said slowly: "I actually want to tell you all about the atrocities that the Japanese have committed in my hometown, so that you can also know what a despicable and cruel people this is, but I can't say it, I can't say it to anyone, I'm afraid I'm the only one who knows those things in this world......

"But it doesn't matter, even if it's just me who knows, only I remember, and only one person I still exist...... Those atrocities will not go away! ”

"All I can tell you is the atrocities they have committed that make me believe that only a dead widow can be a good widow."

"All the living Wakos, no matter how kind, innocent, and obedient they may become...... I always feel that this is a strategy, a strategy to deceive us, to numb us, to get close to us, so that the next time he sets foot on our hometown with a weapon, and then do the evil deeds they have done to our fathers and villagers, and do the evil deeds that they still want to do to our fathers and villagers! ”

"You think it's good for me to prevent future troubles, or when I'm just here to get out of the evil breath in my chest!"

"Dongying...... I'm slaughtered! ”

"You have all come here at my invitation and at my command, and you have done this!"

"If there really are eighteen layers of hell in this world, all the sins will be attributed to me, Yang Erlang!"

"It's none of your business!"

"In addition, I would like to say one more word to all the gentlemen here......

"Kindness can be given to oneself, or to strangers who meet in Pingshui."

"You can't give it to the enemy or the enemy alone!"

"They don't deserve it!"

"You ...... It doesn't have to be rationed either! ”

"I'm done talking, and Heiankyo is ahead."

"Brother who is willing to accompany me on this journey, let's bring weapons and go together to see how much the Heianjing built by the Japanese in imitation of our Chang'an and Luoyang is like our Chang'an and Luoyang."

"I can't go against my conscience, I still thank you for accompanying me here, this trip has been successful, fame and fortune, you can go back here and go home, we will see you again in the rivers and lakes."

After speaking, he got up and walked up to the military tent, grabbed the Cold Moon Treasure Knife and tied it to his waist, turned around and strode out of the military tent.

The twelve earthly branches took the lead in keeping up with Yang Ge's pace, and the pace of the twelve people was like one person.

Liu Tang, the embroidered guard, kicked over the table in front of him, got up and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said loudly: "Our old Liu doesn't understand any big truths, but my own family has to help my own people's truths, and our old Liu Men'er is clear!" ”

As he spoke, he took the gilded oxtail knife and made a gesture towards Yang Ge's back: "Brothers, it's a man with a handle, just follow!" ”

He strode out of the military tent, and the six people of the embroidered guards followed suit.

Xichang Nangong Feiying got up quickly and chased after him, and scolded as he walked: "Liu Tang, who are you scolding on your dog day?" The brothers of the West Factory, they are all walking for the miscellaneous family! ”

When the six people in the West Factory heard this, they also hurriedly got up and hurried to catch up.

The military tent, which was so crowded that it was even crowded to sit on the ground in front of a cup of tea, was instantly empty enough to play basketball, and only a few pirate translators and Zhou Fu remained.

Several pirate interpreters looked at each other for a while, then looked at Zhou Fu, turned around and chased them out.

Seeing this, Zhou Fu rubbed his face vigorously up and down, then grabbed the oxtail knife and stood up, and quickly chased after him.

He didn't really understand what Yang Ge said.

But he felt that there was nothing wrong with Liu Tang's words, and his family had to help his family!

Think about it from a different angle......

'To provoke such a kind-hearted person as the second master into this, what a great sin these would-be robbers did in the second master's house in the first place! ’

The reason for this...... Enough is enough!

Outside the military tent.

Yang Ge glanced at the camp full of corpses with an expressionless face, and as far as his eyes could see, a pair of green oily eyes that were as cruel and tyrannical as hungry wolves couldn't help but lower his eyes, and no one dared to look at him.

After glancing around, he bent down and grabbed a ball of blood-stained ice and snow, got up and gently crushed it in his hand, and disappeared with the wind......

"That's enough......"

He muttered to himself, letting go of the suppression of his own evil spirit.

Only to hear a violent knife sound exploded, a black and red halo rushed to the sky, like a dark color of the heavens and the earth, his own momentum also climbed, the five elements true qi that had been suppressed for a long time was like the Yellow River flooding, setting off a surging tide, each kind of true qi was making its own voice without giving an inch, but it was powerless to overturn the control of his mental power.

He raised his left hand and smashed the drum on one side of the tent.

The huge marching drum with a height of people flew up, and he slammed into the air with one palm at a time, making a dull and powerful drum sound, which resounded throughout the entire camp.

"Third-class samurai, Mori Saburo, Sanshang!"

"Third-class samurai, Kitaoka Chaoichi, participate!"

"Third-class samurai, Murakami Yongcheng, participate in the ......"

One after another, the fierce figures of the fierce people flew from all directions in response to the sound of drums, knelt on the ground and shouted in stiff Chinese.

Zhou Fu, who had just arrived behind Yang Ge, glanced at this fierce figure in disbelief...... He dared to vouch for it with his own head, and before last night, none of these people were among the Japanese slave officers above the rank of seventh rank samurai.

Where did these hard stubbles come from? And who gave them the promotion of samurai? Who is their courage to come to see the second master?

'Is it ......'

He secretly looked at the tall back in front of him, and only felt that the mountains were towering and towering!

Without leaving the account, you can reach this tacit understanding with these Japanese slaves......

This kind of method is even more terrifying than his force!

……

Tanigawa.

On the plain of the 100,000 shogunate army, the military tents are connected to the sky and the earth, and the banners are like dark clouds.

Two tall figures of similar age, both dressed in sackcloth, stood on the high ground of the barracks, looking to the northwest with their hands in their hands.

After being silent for a long time, the slightly older goatee-haired thin middle-aged man spoke softly and asked unhurriedly, "Shangquan-kun, do you feel it?" ”

The burly middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and heavy beard on one side whispered with a worried face: "The disciple has sensed it...... Such a strong evil spirit, worthy of being the lord of the eighty-four thousand demons! ”

The thin middle-aged man closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Fusang catastrophe." ”

The burly middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and then sighed softly: "I have long said that the guardians of the daimyo despise Huaxia, and no matter how many times the retainers and warriors invade the kingdom, they will lead to wars, but now it is a prophecy. ”

The thin middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's too late to regret it, so I have to devote my life's learning to kill the golden armor demon and survive this catastrophe for me." ”

The burly middle-aged man's silent hand landed on the sword at his waist, gently rubbing the lines on the hilt, but the lines that made him feel peaceful every time he touched them in the past could no longer give him any confidence at this moment.

The thin middle-aged man glanced at him: "Your heart is messed up!" ”

The burly middle-aged man tightened the hilt of his palm, and said astringently: "The disciple doesn't dare to deceive the teacher, the disciple has to understand the essence of swordsmanship without a sword, and I am afraid that there is only one sword to deal with such a fierce and monstrous demon." ”

After the thin middle-aged man was silent for a long time, he said lightly: "Success or failure, honor and disgrace, one knife is enough!" ”

The burly middle-aged man chewed for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "The disciple is respectfully taught." ”

(End of chapter)