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Japanese samurai often describe themselves as various animals, and with the exception of a few that are difficult to understand such as caterpillars, most of them are birds of prey that normal people can understand.

A loud nickname, comparing himself to some kind of beast, always the most intuitive way for others to understand his majesty. And among the many birds and beasts of prey in this world, the worst street is most often described by the samurai as self-described.

It's probably a wolf.

Wise, cunning, in groups.

Resilient, not easy to give up, unyielding.

When viewed as a victim of human beings, it is a manifestation of extreme ferocity, and a change of concept can become a superior combat quality worthy of singing.

Some human literature describes wolves as something superior to dogs: they think of wolves as noble, unruly and wild, but always loyal once they identify with you as a companion.

In contrast, wild dogs "can wag their tails and beg for mercy on anyone" and are "lowly and lowly beings".

The samurai call themselves wolves, but in their eyes they are despicable and inferior, but they are definitely inferior to their own "wild dogs".

Naturally, it was the rogues who were civilians but took up arms and dared to rebel against the upper classes.

Those who still retained their fighting power grabbed their weapons and were a little nervous.

The mighty rabble of hungry people who have fallen into the grass is nothing to say from the perspective of a samurai or a good adventurer of Rigal.

They were about three times as numerous as Henry's party, but they had the advantage of numbers, but they didn't even know anything about basic outflanking and ambushing, but in order to be bold, a group of people all put on fierce expressions, took weapons in their hands or put them on their shoulders, and walked over from the main road.

Thanks to this unprofessional blessing, the group was able to get an overview of the attacking robbers in a very short time.

The gang had a mess of weapons, even more than armor, and all wore tattered summer clothes that could be seen faintly from their chests with protruding ribs and collarbones. The best weapons in his hands were nothing more than hatchet and axes, and a few people held fish knives no more than 30 centimeters long, and the rest were sticks and bamboo spears made of improvised chopping with axes and knives.

The nature of bamboo makes it ideal for makeshift spears, as it is simply cut and sharpened. In the country of the moon, it has always been a civilian self-defense weapon, but these people have more than ten or twenty people equipped with bamboo guns, but they do not know how to line up, but they are scattered in the team, and even most of them are placed at the back of the team, which is blocked by friendly troops and it is inconvenient to place the position of the gun array.

I don't understand the formation and have no cooperation, the weapons and equipment are all in tatters, and the physical fitness of the personnel is also like they are about to fall when the wind blows.

An outright ragtag army that barely plays a role in front of a regular army of the same size, and it is not usually in the eyes of the samurai, but ironically, it is quite a threat to the current group.

Because they can't leave.

3 people and 3 horses poisoned diarrhea has completely become a burden at this moment, even if you don't mention this group of people, many people's physical energy has been greatly consumed in the summer heat. After Henry and his party brought back fresh water, many people were able to replenish and recover, but it was far from the best state at the moment.

The rogues are in terrible physical condition, but there aren't many of them in good shape.

And they also have an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Ants bite elephants to death. No matter how poor their physical fitness is, no matter how untrained, the sharp weapons they hold in their hands are still deadly enough.

The human body is very fragile, and even a shoddy bamboo spear in the hands of a hungry man who is less than a meter tall and falls in the wind without armor can still kill a well-trained samurai if he stabs it deep enough.

"Communication, probably won't work. Henry's conclusion may seem premature, but if you know enough about the country's deep class divide, you will understand the basis for his judgment.

Thousands of years of feudal society were so unbreakable that any cross-class communication would be misinterpreted, and although they still spoke the same language in a broad sense, the samurai were ignorant of all sorts of subtle grammars.

They don't understand the "yes, so so", the slightest mistake in the language of the misinterpretation of the misinterpretation, and eventually the birth of a flood of rumors more and more black.

And they must have a grudge against the ruling class, which is an extreme performance, or even if they are whipped and slashed, they will not raise their arms to resist, and once they resist, they will go all the way to the black and treat all the samurai equally.

Because of such a strict society, once you embark on this path, it is impossible to turn back. So the moment he picked up his weapon and faced the samurai with swords, it was already doomed that this encounter could only end in violence.

Fortunately and unfortunately, our Sage Sage.

He has always been very good at violence.

Henry gestured to the others to shrink their formation and protect them near the baggage and the few people who fell to the ground, because of their physical discomfort, Ah Yong and the others shouted again at this juncture, which was upset. Sakura and some others, who had no combat effectiveness, took the initiative to take care of them.

The Rogue only came from one side, so it was easy to focus on defending one direction. Although the lack of complete armor and heavy weapons made many people a little uneasy, looking at the unwavering steps of the sage who walked out alone in front of them, the pride of being a warrior in their hearts also made them unable to take a step back as if their feet were rooted.

"Step-" Henry left the group alone, and no one else spoke. Although the samurai were repeatedly educated on the need not to be a warrior, experienced adventurers often understood the power of numbers.

But there is no such thing as a trick to eat all over the world, and in the current situation, he is the best arrangement alone.

Take a step and control it at a reasonable distance, and sure enough, there was a commotion on the other side. They were first terrified of the tall stranger in front of them, and then they swarmed up with a motley roar of rage from the powerful illusion of huddles.

Chaotic, disordered, uncontrollable. That's why—

He should face it alone.

"Smack!" Untied Kramer, held by Henry with one hand, he first slashed down from top to bottom with a slash from the top of his robe, his attack seemed to be prematurely chopped off without judging the time, but in fact the purpose had been achieved.

"Wow-" The striker's rogue was so frightened by this move that he sat on the ground, and his morale plummeted instantly, but Henry's action was only the beginning.

He seemed to have forgotten all the basic common sense of Rigal's sword skills, such as "always keep the tip of the sword against the enemy to avoid being closed", and swaggered like a layman with brute force to swing the one-meter-and-five-meter-long sword in his hand. The range of action is so large that in the eyes of professionals, the air leaks everywhere and the door is wide open, and not even a single person is cut.

But that's exactly what the purpose is.

At 1.95 meters tall, the arm length of our Sage and the length of Kramer are enough to create a lot of space around you if you swing it at a large angle.

These rogues have no martial arts attainments, so they don't understand the details of swordsmanship at all, but this kind of majestic-looking layman's practice can scare them.

The striker retreats, the flanks dodge, and what people show when their lives are threatened is always the most real - only a very few people can overcome their inner fears and rise to the occasion - and for these people, he is well prepared.

"Smack-sss

The "angry style" of Rigal's sword technique is also the starting style of Suomir's great sword sword technique Iron Butterfly.

This is a technique of using one enemy to many, so it has never pursued personnel killing, but.

The downing of weapons.

"When!" "When!" restarted his sword skills at high speed, showing a subtle change even in the eyes of the layman, he went from facing enemies in only one direction to being surrounded by rogues in all directions, but this deliberately created condition was the best scene for Iron Butterfly to perform.

From top to bottom, the slash is followed by a backhand, and when it is swinged to the extreme, it uses its toes as a fulcrum to twist its whole body, turning it into a horizontal slash, and along with the whole person, facing the opponent behind him.

Everything is as continuous as a deliberately choreographed dance, but as sharp and swift as a rainstorm, and there is no room for unskilled companions in the dense sword dance, not to mention these rogues whose courage is a parallel commodity.

"Smack!"

The bamboo spears and sticks were broken, and the wood knives and axes flew out with a whirl.

For a moment, the men didn't even realize that they had been disarmed. Before the sage's movements could stop, he smashed the counterweight of his broadsword directly into the face of a rogue who was too close, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent's nose was bleeding and dizzy, and leaned over, grabbed him by the collar and threw him towards his companion.

The dripping blood falling on the ground stimulated the gaze of the onlookers, and they finally came to their senses, and the expression on their faces completely changed from the pretense of ferocity to numbness and fear.

And so the rout began.

Loud "Wow Wow" screamed, just like the people next to the well before, in the face of overwhelming violence, he finally put his life first.

More than half of the crew was reduced in an instant, and the samurai stared blankly at this scene, while the Luoan girl snorted a little proudly.

But Henry didn't put away his greatsword, because the next thing was the problem.

"The rest are the stalwarts. Narumi still didn't let his guard down, but tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand.

The rabble can't make much of a climate, and the suspected man-made mudslide barricade can't be an idea that a bunch of half-people came up with. Being able to unify a large enough scale to carry out this kind of thing premeditated proves that there must be a backbone veteran among these gangsters.

Henry's deliberately violent display scared away only the hungry people who were pushed to the front as cannon fodder, and when the group of people scattered and fled, the remaining equipment was similar but the eyes were obviously much more fierce, and it was obvious that they were behind this series of events.

Even he was not sure that he would be able to defeat these people without sparing their lives.

It sounds a little naïve to keep the moral code alive at this point, but it really wasn't his decision to go back to the roots.

The young master's request in the midst of inner confusion is a manifestation of his complex heart—he has a sense of guilt, and what he has seen and heard along the way makes him feel that he is somewhat responsible as a nobleman for the plight of these starving people.

This was certainly naïve, for he only judged from his appearance that these first-time rogues were "poor people", and he did not really know the lives of these people, and if he had known that they had blood on their hands, Yajiro might not have made such a request to Henry.

But.

The innocence of teenagers and girls is never a bad thing.

Hope yearns for gentleness, and tries to think as much as possible that everyone is well-intentioned, and it is only as a last resort that they have to get to this situation.

In any case, it would be better than hating the whole world and thinking that everyone should die.

It is the duty of an elder to gently guard this innocence.

Let them question it.

Let them think.

Let them thirst for it.

Even if the answer is different from your own, it is the correct solution. What he needs is not a large number of sages in the world, Henry Mayer, because Henry Mayer is limited, and no matter how much knowledge he has, no matter how strong his strength is, the same way of thinking and acting will always produce exactly the same result.

So even if it is the idea of a naïve and immature young master, even if it is the willfulness of a noble lady who is not familiar with the world.

It's not much inferior to the approach of so-called mature adults.

"Qiang—" He shook off the little blood stains on the weight ball, the tip of his sword drooping, and his posture relaxed.

The ones who still don't run away are the veterans of the rogues, and they won't be easily scared away, and many people have even judged the fact that Henry deliberately scared them away to take this kind of action.

And that made them a little excited.

Hesitation in a life-and-death rival is something you should be happy to see, especially if you have nothing to lose.

This is also the reason why many of the worldly warriors who have achieved fame in the arena end up inexplicably dying at the hands of untrained rogue robbers. The competition is based on the skill proficiency of both sides, and whoever has the more mature skills under the unified rules will win.

But when fighting life and death, it is more about whether you have the consciousness to kill, and if the samurai hesitate a little, even the blunt knife in the hands of the hungry people is still enough to kill.

There were eleven remaining rogues, many of whom licked their chapped lips and looked at the various baggage supplies guarded by the samurai.

Greed and joy were evident in their expressions, and they had nothing to lose, and after sensing that the sage had withdrawn, they were unwilling to retreat, even though they no longer had an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

Like hungry wild dogs staring at the old and weak women and children in distress in groups, no matter how noble they are, they can only be torn apart and eaten.

"Bang-" Henry thrust Kramer to the ground.

"It's hard to keep your hands when you hold a sword. Then he twisted his knuckles to make a "click" sound.

Unarmed enemies are even less to fear. The rogues who could almost see themselves feasting on their own food frantically swarmed up, and the sage returned with an iron fist without mercy.

Yajiro watched this scene in a daze, he couldn't imagine and couldn't know what kind of state of mind these people were forced into in a desperate situation—because several people were beaten by Henry and their faces were distorted and still wanted to rush up and fight him.

This kind of indomitable indomitability that was born of madness even made the samurai start to swallow their saliva subconsciously, because even their own lives were worthless, so they could fight for their lives for a full meal.

This is incomprehensible to a samurai who has too much to lose and too much to worry about.

Old Joe had already closed his eyes and not looked directly, and the great god also turned his head.

Courage could not make up for the gap in combat effectiveness, and Henry calmly punched one punch after another, until he completely beat these people one by one.

And that's the only way they stop.

The front teeth were clumped, his nose was blue, his face was swollen, and he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his mouth wide open and deformed, panting for breath.

The thin body was bruised and swollen, but he still moved his fingers, as if he wanted to crawl over and snatch the supplies and food of the group.

There was silence.

They won, but it was a victory that had nothing to do with honor and pride.

"After all, they came to the door first, right? Galeva tried to justify the reason in a lame and human language, but no one else answered him.

There are many reasons to come up with, and there can be a whole lot of arguments. Protect your own people, it's even worse if you don't.

But either way it is just self-consolation, and the results of this victory are bitter that no one wants to think about it.

"Get back on the road as soon as you can. Narumi gave the order, but in the next second everyone heard a series of footsteps that were surprisingly fast, and before anyone could turn back, they saw Henry grab a great sword stuck in the ground, and the man in the hat who rushed over slashed at him with a lightning speed of his sword.

"Qiang Dang ——!"

Sparks flew, and then both of them pulled away at breakneck speed.

"Are you the one who attacked your companions? ”

The new character is alone, but he has a powerful aura that makes you can't take your eyes off it.

He was dressed in a simple cotton and linen garment, and he couldn't see his face clearly while wearing a hat, but the knife in his hand was indeed a good famous knife.

"Bandit leader, this kung fu is not something that can be done casually. ”

The posture is naturally as if he has experienced a hundred battles, and he seems to be defenseless, and he hangs down his long knife with great ease, but anyone with a discerning eye understands that if he approaches without permission, he will be cut in two.

"There's still movement in the woods. Noticing Mitya's uneasiness, the Roan Maiden reminded her that the gang seemed to be far bigger than they had imagined. Most of the troops they defeated were just small detachments, and at this moment, with the arrival of this swordman wearing a hat, more and more people began to surround them from the mountains and forests.

Henry clenched the hilt of his sword wordlessly, and as he took a stance so that the soles of his shoes rustled against the ground, the swordsman on the other side tilted his head apparently noticing the movement.

But he didn't raise his face to look this way, but also silently put on a standard and solid starting stance.