Jilin, outside Wula City, the military tent of the commander of the Guanning Army's vanguard division was filled with officers of all sizes from the division. They wanted to witness the rare caesarean ceremony.【】
According to the hierarchy, Han army officers sit in the first row, officers of all ethnic groups sit in the second row, Fusang officers sit in the third row, and Goryeo officers sit in the fourth row. The order is clear, and no one dares to sit in the wrong position.
, even if the stool is a little off, it won't work, because Mr. Wanhu hates those who don't follow the rules very much. If he is allowed to see them, he will be dragged out and chopped immediately.
Kneeling in the middle of the military tent was an officer with his hair untied. He was dressed as a Fusang warrior, with a white cloth tied to his forehead. Two big blood-red Chinese characters "Guan Ning" were clearly written on his face. In front of him, there was a
There was a wooden basin with a sharp dagger placed on it.
"Moori-kun, yours, Kaori Kaoshi, Madi, Lord Wanhu's, can't wait any longer!"
The Japanese translator was Yokota Naogang, a Kyushu Island businessman who often traveled between Korea and the southeastern coast of the Qing Dynasty for smuggling. Since he was unfortunately captured by Guan Ning Navy, he became Hu Wang's special Japanese translator.
Mouri Tsuichi is a member of the Fuso Regiment. Because of the unfavorable attack, he will be punished by military law, that is, beheaded. But when Yokota Naogang mentioned to Hu Wang, Zhao Guo, Lin Jiafeng and others that in Japan, samurai committed seppuku.
After the tradition of committing suicide, Hu Wang immediately expressed his desire to witness the bravery of Fuso warriors with his own eyes.
Mouri Jinyi wore his best clothes and opened his arms. He knew that his life was about to end today, but he did not have many regrets. He would use his belly to defend the dignity of the samurai. The only thing that worried him was that as an intermediary
Wrong, Yamashita Kojiro is not a real samurai. His grandfather is just a bamboo weaver. In addition, his sword skills are not very good. If he can't cut off his head with one sword, won't he let the division commander and those Korean sticks
ridicule.
Well, death is not terrible, but to be ridiculed by those Koreans would be a huge shame to the dignity of a warrior.
Although I am a little dissatisfied with Jie Cuo, there is nothing I can do about it. After all, Kagoshima is a small place. It has not produced any great samurai for many years. In yesterday's battle, only dozens of samurai were defeated.
They are all in disarray, and it is really difficult to find a good samurai now.
After listening to Yokota-kun's urging, Mouri Jinichi stared at the officers who were staring at him eagerly, and said in a deep voice: "The villain Mouri Jinichi, with his combat skills, has caused the loss of most of our regiment. Now the villain bears the responsibility for this crime."
Responsibility, I commit seppuku. Please check it. Thank you for your help." Samurai seppuku usually has such an opening statement. Although Mouri Tsuichi has not read anything, he remembers it correctly.
After hearing the translated words, Hu Wang nodded with satisfaction. It was indeed more interesting to be able to say this before his death than "I will be a good man again after eighteen years."
"Let him start quickly, don't dawdle."
Zhao Guo and Lin Jiafeng couldn't wait to hurry up. Hearing this, Yokota Zhigang couldn't help but nodded and signaled Mao Lijin to start quickly.
Mao Lijin nodded heavily, reached out and grabbed the dagger in front of him and slashed hard from left to right. The sharp dagger immediately opened a huge gash in his stomach, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of blood.
Hu Wang took a sniff and found that there was no stench as he expected. The knife did not really cut into the intestines. He frowned and turned to Yokota with great dissatisfaction.
Zhao Guo and Lin Jiafeng were also very dissatisfied and stood up and walked to Mao Li Jinyi. Just as they were about to scold Mao Li for being so indiscriminate, they saw Mao Li suddenly let out several inhuman roars, then bent one leg and tried to
Standing up, everyone present was stunned. Yokota quickly glanced at Yamashita Kojiro, who was responsible for making the mistake. Yamashita reacted quickly and immediately swung his sword.
With such a flash of sword light, what Maori had been afraid of actually happened. Yamashita Kojiro's sword skills were not outstanding in the first place, and at this time he was a little panicked. In addition, Maori, who was supposed to be a fixed target, suddenly became active again.
, it would be too difficult for him to accurately cut the gap between the vertebrae with his knife. This knife seemed to have broken the spine, but this also made it useless, and the subsequent work was not completed. The violent
The pain made Maori let out another long howl. The panicked Yamashita made another wrong decision. He pulled the knife back and slashed again, using his skill to slash at the same gap. This slash was not even as good as once.
, not even splitting the spine. And Mao Li had exhausted all his strength at this time, so he just lay on the ground and made a continuous humming sound.
In order to pull out the katana that was stuck in the bone, Yamashita had no choice but to step on Mouri who was still groaning. He tried his best to pull back. The sword was almost flying away from his hands. Yamashita raised the sword above his head with both hands.
Then he looked at the others with a blank expression. He had never encountered this situation before, so he really didn't know what to do next.
At the critical moment, Yokota was still well-informed and shouted to Yamashita: "Cut his head off with a knife."
When Yamashita heard this, he swung his knife and slashed at Maoli's neck. Several Fuso soldiers from behind also rushed to help, and it took a lot of effort to cut off Maoli's head.
Carrying Maori's head, Yamashita breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the officers at a loss.
"Are you Fusang people all fucking rubbish?"
When Lin Jiafeng saw that seppuku was carried out like this, he was so angry that he was furious at Yokota: "How did you do it? Isn't seppuku what you call samurai the best? How can something go wrong like this? We all put down the war and came to watch, thinking that we could do it
Witnessing the bravery of the Fuso Samurai, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. It’s really disappointing. Why didn’t you let this bastard Maori practice it several times beforehand?”
Zhao Guo kicked Maolitou's corpse away more than a foot away, waving his hands in disgust: "Carry it out, carry it out!"
Yokota apologized profusely, saying over and over again, "I'm so sorry for causing you such trouble."
Lin Jiafeng was satisfied with Yokota's attitude and patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, don't do this next time. Tell me what else can you do? Even death is not good. I will never do it again."
Dare to bring people here, you guys, that is to say, you talk beautifully. What Maori said at first was really impressive. Unexpectedly, he couldn't control it after just one cut. Next time he commits seppuku, he should find someone who can bear it.
Get someone to come, or I will be your guide."
Upon hearing this, Yokota Naogang turned green with fright. He couldn't help but bend down and said: "Hey! Hey! Not anymore, never again. Please rest assured, Mr. Qianhu, I will never make another mistake. Little
Guarantee, small guarantee!…”
"Okay, now that the excitement is over, you have to cheer me up!"
Hu Wanghuo stood up from his chair with a loud sound and ordered to the Fusang and Goryeo officers sitting in the third and fourth rows: "If we don't attack again this time, you will all have your belly disemboweled!"