Oda Heizo, who was shocked and unhappy, quickly opened the curtain and saw Zhou Ming holding a short fat man in one hand and holding a knife on the short fat man's neck in the other hand, walking towards him step by step.
Come.
There were people lying around, all belonging to the convoy at the back. They were supposed to be screaming, but now they were like chickens being strangled by the neck. They didn't dare to take a breath, let alone scream.
Zhou Ming took every step very steadily and very quickly. Within a few dozen seconds, he walked back to the carriage and threw the tall, fat man to the ground. He still put the knife on his neck and let him
He didn't even dare to get up from the ground.
Because as long as he raised his body, the sharp blade could cut into his thick neck. Whether the fat neck could block the blade was an obvious matter, and he didn't want to risk his own life to prove it.
Oda Heizo reluctantly opened the curtain and met the eyes of Horikoshi Hiro who was kneeling on the ground. The helplessness on his face turned into a sneer at the speed of light.
"Oda... Lord Oda?" Horikoshi recognized Oda Heizo and shouted in surprise.
"Horikoshi Sou, now that you have gained the favor of the king, you don't even take me seriously anymore, right?" Oda Heizo sneered repeatedly.
"No, no, no!" Feeling the coldness and sharpness of the blade on the back of his neck, Horikoshi waved his hands repeatedly and clarified: "How do I know this is your team? Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."
"Hmph, I think this is a misunderstanding." Oda Heizo still sneered, but what he said was that he was actively trying to find a way out for Horikoshi Sou.
"If you know it's me, go back quickly and don't delay my business."
"It's my lord, I understand, lord." Horikoshi nodded repeatedly, glad that he had escaped, and secretly warned himself in his heart that he would never be so arrogant until he figured out where the other party came from.
With this thought in mind, Horikoshi was about to stand up. As soon as he moved his body, he felt that the knife pressing on him did not weaken at all. The blade cut directly into the skin. The biting cold made him freeze all over and he did not dare to move.
"Lord Oda, look..." Horikoshi raised his head cautiously and gestured to Oda Heizou to let go of him.
Oda Heizo was helpless. Is that someone I can control? However, in order to avoid causing trouble, Oda Heizang could only say: "Mr. Zhou, please let go first. Horikoshi-kun is one of our own."
"Who the hell is one of his own?" Zhou Ming did not give Oda Heizang any face, pressed down the knife in his hand again, stepped on Horikoshi Sou's back, lowered his body and asked: "Those women behind,
Where did you get it?"
"This, this..." Horikoshi forced a smile, "Samurai, do you want to disobey your master's order?"
Zhou Ming didn't say anything, but pressed the knife down again to let the blade penetrate deeper into the flesh.
"No, I said it, I'll say it now!" Horikoshi said quickly: "It was a small village I met while hunting..."
"I just fell in love with a young girl and brought her to Kyoto to make her eat, drink and be rich. What's wrong with that? But those ignorant villagers actually dared to stop her!"
"Hmph, I am the noble Horikoshi Sou, what is my identity? I am a group of unruly people..."
As Horikoshi spoke, his tone gradually became a little indignant, as if he had been really insulted.
Zhou Ming glanced at Oda Heizo and found that he had no strange reaction to Horikoshi Sou's words. It seemed that this kind of thing was quite normal.
"Very good." Zhou Ming nodded and chopped off Horikoshi Sou's head with a knife.
Blood spurted out, splashing on the carriage, splashing on Oda Heizou's shoes and the hem of his clothes, dots and smudges, and red flowers blooming like grains of rice, which was quite beautiful.
"You!" Oda Heizo was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale and he said in disbelief: "You killed him!"
"He stopped your car and spoke rudely to you. Shouldn't I kill him?" Zhou Ming asked with a smile.
"You killed him, you actually killed him!" Oda Heizo stared at Zhou Ming, shocked, angry and anxious.
"Can't I kill him?" Zhou Ming still smiled.
"He is Sou Horikoshi, a popular figure in front of the king! His favorite! You dare to kill him, you..." Oda Heizo was furious, and the anger in his heart almost made him crazy.
The next moment, Zhou Ming's knife was placed lightly on his shoulder. The cold blade instantly cooled his anger, and his reason immediately returned to his mind.
"Kill if you want. Do you have any objections?" Zhou Ming asked lightly without changing his smile.
"Gulu." Oda Heizo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly smiled and said: "Good kill, good kill! I have long disliked this kid Horikoshi Hiro!"
"Being arrogant and acting recklessly based on favor, cholera plagues the government, and you deserve to die!" Oda Heizo angrily spat at the headless corpse on the ground and cursed loudly.
"That's right, I will always implement your will, sir." Zhou Ming smiled lightly and sheathed his sword, looking at the convoy of Horikoshi Souji behind him.
Oda Heizo looked over and saw the women locked in cages. He immediately understood and said loudly: "Tie up all the Horikoshi people and take them into the city!"
The warriors under his command took action immediately.
The samurai in Horikoshi's convoy had already been slashed by Zhou Ming, and they witnessed the scene where Horikoshi was beheaded by Zhou Ming's sword. The shock they received did not subside for a while.
On the other hand, the samurai brought by Oda Heizo didn't care who Horikoshi Hoshi was. They just beheaded him. It was not a rare thing. They were not affected at all. In addition, they still had a numerical advantage. When Horikoshi Hoshi's samurai
By the time he reacted and fought back, it was already too late.
Even if Horikoshi's samurai were brave enough to create "jade fragments" for Horikoshi, they could not defeat Oda Heizou's samurai. They would chop you if they wanted to. After a chaotic battle, they would leave blood and scattered remains on the ground.
Suddenly, Horikoshi's convoy was completely pulled away.
The soldiers guarding the city who witnessed the entire process did not dare to say a word until the convoy entered the city.
Already knowing the identity of Oda Heizo, how could they dare to be so arrogant? They stood aside for fear of being swarmed by the excited samurai and chopped into pieces!
In the carriage, Zhou Ming and Oda Heizo were still sitting opposite each other, but at this time, Oda Heizang was in low spirits, forcing a smile on his face, and the wine in his glass no longer tasted good.
"This is still too impulsive. It's okay to save Horikoshi's life."
Seeing that Zhou Ming didn't react at all to his frown, Oda Heizo finally couldn't hold it in anymore and hesitated and said.
"After all, Horikoshi Sou is the owner of the country..."
"Favorite minister." Zhou Ming said the second half of the sentence for Oda Heizo.
"Yes, my beloved!" Oda Hanzo shouted: "Killing Horikoshi Sou, the king of the country will be furious, and I can't resist it! It's so impulsive!"
"How do you know he will be furious?" Zhou Ming glanced at him and said with a smile: "Besides, how do you know I didn't mean to kill Horikoshi Sou?"
"Ah?" Oda Heizo was stunned.
Zhou Ming gave a thumbs up with his right hand and made a big swing with his right arm, with a look of enjoyment on his face: "What's wrong with your favorite? I'm going to kill your favorite. I won't kill you if you're not your favorite. Hey, old Kyoto people, what's wrong with killing?"