Thick blood, mixed with the fragrance of broken grass leaves and stems, enveloped this battlefield full of broken limbs and corpses with hideous expressions. The howling wind in the valley was like a ghost urging death, guiding the souls of the dead after the war to rush to Jiuquan.
.A naked and strong body, leaning on a pile of remains. The small river of blood flowing through the ground and the dust dyed the body into a horrible color of black and red.
The owner of this body moved his fingers unconsciously, and then slowly opened his eyes. He didn't understand until now. He was preparing to compete with Okada Matsu, the genius of Katori Shinto style known as "Japan's contemporary sword master", and was tasting in the living room.
As he drank matcha during the New Year, he was suddenly thrown into this ancient battlefield by a great power.
Looking at the styles of weapons and armor around him, he could conclude that this was ancient Japan, but even experts who studied Japanese history couldn't tell which specific era it belonged to. His meditation was interrupted by a burst of chaotic footsteps, and he vaguely heard something.
"The last place", "good price", "remnant soldier" and other Japanese chatter, he did not stand up rashly to ask, but silently twisted a knife from the hand of the corpse next to him, and put his body in a way that he could draw out the knife in the shortest time.
posture, eyes slightly squinting at the direction from which the sound came.
"Heping, don't wait too long. Let's go back to the village after collecting this place." "Liji, um, why don't we just go back like this? We have harvested enough weapons this time, and we should be able to exchange a few more loads."
As long as the food is kept until the new rice matures, the whole village will not have to starve. Liji, look at so many people killed in this war, will the mountain lady come to eat their ghosts..." "Shut up! I will kill the remaining soldiers, you
Just pack your weapons and armor."
"It seems that they are farmers who specialize in collecting weapons after the war. They are not samurai. There should be no threat. Maybe I should ask them something." He thought. The hand holding the knife couldn't help but loosen.
The man named Liji carried a large gun on his shoulder as a shoulder pole. The two ends of the gun barrel were covered with armored weapons that looked relatively good. From the curvature of the gun barrel, you can see how rich the "loot" was. Liji bent his knees.
Putting down the trophy on his shoulder, he took out a wakizashi from his waist, held a knife in one hand, and bent forward to grope forward with the other hand, and soon he was close to him.
"When you hear a groan or a body twisting, will you stab it in with a knife? It is really in line with the cautious personality of Japanese farmers in this era." He opened his eyes and slowly straightened his upper body. Li Ji, who was opposite him, was startled and subconsciously stabbed him.
Stab him in the chest.
"To draw a knife from this distance, unless the arm can be twice as long...or the left foot can be stepped forward and the body can be leaned forward to stab me...the center of gravity is unstable, the posture of holding the knife is wrong, the eyes are panicked, and the breathing is scattered and unrhythmic...
...Sure enough, without any systematic training." He swept the samurai sword in his hand in a leisurely manner, and hit Li Ji's wrist with the back of the knife, and the blade was firmly attached to Li Ji's neck.
The movement, which does not seem to be particularly fast, is as delicate as flowing water. The pleasing to the eye due to the harmonious nature is definitely not the quality of ordinary swordsmen. It shows that the sword wielder has extraordinary swordsmanship skills. "Don't move." He said hoarsely.
A deep voice spoke to Heping behind Li Ji.
The moment Li Ji's wrist was hit, an indescribable sharp pain shot down his arm to the top of his head! Without even moving his body, the short knife in his hand fell uncontrollably, even the blade on his neck did not stop him.
After regaining consciousness and finally recognizing what was happening in front of him, Rikichi couldn't help but feel despair: It's over! The soldier who didn't die, this skill! It's definitely not an ordinary ashigaru, maybe a high-level samurai, or even Lord Hatamoto, in case it's a daimyo
...The whole village will be killed...Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice from my throat: "Heping! Run, run!"
He Ping, whose face was full of sorrow and wrinkles, fell to the ground. The sound of his teeth chattering even drowned out the whistling mountain wind. He crossed his legs with a pair of tiny bow legs and kicked forward wildly. His body squirmed backwards at an extremely slow speed. It seemed that
He was so frightened that he lost his basic ability to move.
"Don't move. If you don't want to die, answer my question." He stood up. The two people in front of him seemed to be out of focus. "Where are you? Who are you?" There was a heart-stopping silence, and he seemed to have turned around.
Suddenly, he glanced at the desperate two people and sighed: "Oh, forget it, this is not the place to talk."
The light of the knife flashed leisurely, and he cut the rope that tied Li Ji's trophy. He rummaged through it to find a piece of clothes that looked clean and intact. He just put it on his body regardless of the blood stains on his body. Then he leaned over and pulled out a knife from the corpse.
The sheath and wakizashi were casually inserted into the waist, as if the two people standing in front of them were nothing. After putting them away, the image of a Japanese Warring States samurai holding a samurai sword, wearing a samurai uniform and wearing sandals jumped out.
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After doing all this, looking at the two people who were still staring at him blankly, he frowned and said: "Pack your things and lead the way." He shook the sharp sword in his hand, and a hoarse and low voice sounded in the ears of the two of them, as if
The evil ghost in hell urges you: "If you don't leave, you won't have to leave in the future!"
Yoping tremblingly picked up the things again, couldn't help but bend his legs and fell to the ground. He didn't care about the embarrassment, he packed it up randomly and moved next to Liji. The wrinkles on his old face seemed to be squeezed together, and whispered
He complained: "I told you to go back to the village quickly, but now, now it's all over." Liji silently picked up the fallen dagger, shook it hard, threw it aside slumpedly, picked up the things as if resigned, and walked forward with his head lowered.