Zhou Ming was walking on the way to Nohara Momonosuke's palace.
After only a few days, I walked on this road again, and the feeling was completely different from the last time.
The palace in the dark night is even more silent, it can even be called dead silence.
Zhou Ming watched the palace in the drama in his previous life. It was also brightly lit at night, and there were guards patrolling everywhere. It was heavily guarded. He didn't see anything here.
But it doesn't matter, Zhou Ming sneaked in quietly while hiding from others, and he didn't want to go on a killing spree until he saw the real owner.
That's right, the purpose of Zhou Ming's appearance in the palace was to kill Nohara Momonosuke!
Although Nohara Momonosuke might have his hair cut off at any time, Zhou Ming no longer wanted to wait. He wanted to kill Nohara Momonosuke as soon as possible and finish the World's Best Samurai Tournament and go home as soon as possible.
Anyway, his son Tokugawa Zoro was killed by himself, so it would be reasonable and kind to reunite the father and son, right?
Zhou Ming felt that he was truly the most virtuous person in the world.
Following the path he took last time, Zhou Ming had an unimpeded journey until he reached Nohara Momonosuke's palace, where his steps suddenly stopped.
Looking at the guard team of several hundred people in front of him, who were prepared as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Zhou Ming finally understood why he didn't see anyone along the way.
Good guy, it turns out they are all waiting for me here!
"Jun Zhou, you are indeed here."
A man wearing a full set of red warrior armor and a Prajna evil ghost mask on his face stood at the front of the team, looking at Zhou Ming with very complicated eyes.
"Mr. Pingchuan." Zhou Ming smiled and nodded to him.
Hirakawa Taisho's entire face was covered by a Hannya mask, and no expression on his face could be seen. Only a pair of eyes were not blocked. Even his voice was somewhat muffled due to the obstruction of the mask.
"Breaking into the palace late at night, Mr. Zhou, do you want to kill the king?"
Hirakawa Taisho tried his best to make his voice colder, but the slight vibrato still exposed his restless heart.
"Momonosuke Nohara deserves to die, so what if he died a few days earlier?" Zhou Ming chuckled.
"Baga!" Behind Hirakawa Taisho, all the warriors shouted angrily in unison. The sound was so loud that it made the doors and windows rattle.
"Mr. Zhou, you disappoint me so much." Taisho Hirakawa slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist and pointed it at Zhou Ming, his voice full of heartache and determination.
"Before I die, I will never let you step into His Majesty's palace!"
"kill!"
Taisho Pingchuan shouted loudly, raised his sword and rushed towards Zhou Ming. Following his actions, hundreds of guards behind him shouted loudly, and also rushed towards Zhou Ming.
In the open field, hundreds of people rushed together, and the momentum was like a mountain and a sea. Ordinary people would be mentally shocked just by facing it, and they would not have the courage to fight.
Zhou Ming also did not choose to confront him head-on.
Just kidding, if hundreds of people gather around you, they will be so crowded that they cannot move or stretch their arms and legs. There is no other end except death.
In the previous battle at the Tokugawa Gym, Zhou Ming also used a grenade to clear the way to escape before the enemy completely blocked him. Otherwise, he would have died there as well.
Zhou Ming quickly stepped back, pulling out a machine gun from the flower bud, wrapping the bullet belt around his arm, Zhou Ming grinned at the hundreds of people in front of him, with a sinister smile.
Da da da da da da da da da!
The trigger was pulled, and a dazzling tongue of flame erupted from the muzzle. The bullet casings were thrown wildly from the side, and countless bullets poured out, forming a shining metal rainbow!
At a distance of tens of meters, a 12.7-caliber bullet would break the arm if it hit the arm, break the leg if it hit the leg, break the waist if it hit the stomach, and if it hit the head, half of the skull would explode like a watermelon!
Every warrior hit by a bullet will be immediately lifted four to five meters away by the powerful kinetic energy, and the place where the person is hit in mid-air will explode into a cloud of blood mist.
Flesh, flesh and bone fragments were flying all over the sky, with broken limbs and broken arms and broken internal organs scattered everywhere. The rate of fire of nearly 600 bullets per minute ensured that no one could get close and no one could escape.
Armor, shields, bunkers, everything lost any meaning under the heavy machine gun fire. The barrage that kept pouring roared wildly, tearing everything in its path into pieces.
When the roar of the machine guns stopped, the vast open space had turned into a purgatory on earth. The ground was covered with vague fragments of flesh, bones, internal organs, and the disgusting smell of blood filled the air.
Among the hundreds of guards, only a few lucky ones lost their limbs and faced their own death amid the mad bloodshed. Most of them died on the spot. They were lucky, at least they were spared a lot of pain.
"Ah, there are no more bullets." Zhou Ming shook the machine gun with a heated barrel and threw it back into the bud.
Then, he stepped forward, stepping on the flesh and blood on the ground, and continued to walk towards Nohara Momonosuke's palace.
"stop!"
There was a beast-like roar behind him. Zhou Ming turned around in surprise and saw a figure completely covered in blood, struggling to stand up from a pile of broken corpses.
"Taisho Hirakawa." Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly felt extremely curious.
The bright armor worn by Hirakawa Taisho had several obvious dents, which were the marks left by bullets hitting the armor.
But how is this possible?
The kinetic energy of the heavy machine gun, the 12.7 mm bullet, penetrated the steel plate!
How does this set of armor made with backward forging technology stop bullets?
Moreover, how did his internal organs withstand such a powerful kinetic energy impact from a heavy machine gun bullet?
Could this armor also dissipate the impact of bullets?
Zhou Ming stared at Hirakawa Taisho with deep excitement in his eyes, and asked: "Where did your armor come from?"
Hirakawa Taisho did not answer Zhou Ming, but raised the long sword in his hand again and pointed at Zhou Ming.
"Before I die, don't even think about stepping into the palace! Kill me!"
Waving his long sword, Hirakawa Taisho rushed towards Zhou Ming again.
Zhou Ming's pistol slipped from his left sleeve, he held it in his hand and fired at Hirakawa Taisho, but Hirakawa Taisho chopped him apart one by one with a long knife in his hand.
Regardless of whether Hirakawa Taisho or Tokugawa Yamato, if their sword skills reached their level, it would not be difficult to split pistol bullets. A fat chef in the previous world could do it.
"Trouble." Seeing Hirakawa Taisho approaching quickly, Zhou Ming did not continue to shoot, but drew his sword again, blocking Hirakawa Taisho's sword.
"Do you want me to chop off your head with my own hands?" Zhou Ming asked.
"If you can do it, just do it!" Hirakawa Taisho roared, slashing at Zhou Ming crazily with one knife after another.
Zhou Ming kept resisting Hirakawa Taisho's slashes, knowing in his heart that Hirakawa Taisho had lost his mind because of his anger.
He was slashing with such force that his physical strength was consumed so quickly that he couldn't sustain it for long.
Even if a samurai who is no longer calm can suppress the enemy with a moment of bravery, as long as the battle cannot be resolved quickly, he will eventually be defeated.
Just when Zhou Ming was about to wait until Taisho Hirakawa's physical strength was almost exhausted, then suppress him and let him calm down, a strong sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart.
Without thinking, Zhou Ming drew his knife and jumped to the side.
A loud noise came from the direction of the palace behind him.
