"Haha! Hahaha!" Kikuchiyo was laughing, but there was no smile on his face. He pushed down the armor beside him, stood up and said to the warriors: "Okay... Haha... Hey! You guys put the peasants down
What do you think they are? Do you think they are Bodhisattvas? Huh? It’s a joke! Farmers are the most cunning!”
"I won't give you rice if I ask for it, but they don't have it. In fact, they have it. They have everything! Open the floor and take a look. If it's not underground, it's in the storage room. You will definitely find a lot of things! Rice, wheat, salt, beans, and wine.
...Haha! Ahahaha..."
Kikuchiyo pointed to the distant mountains outside the house: "Go deep into the valley and take a look. There must be hidden rice fields! They look loyal but they are the best at lying. They will lie no matter what! When there is a war, they will kill the remaining soldiers and wield their weapons!"
Kikuchiyo yelled: "The so-called farmers are the stingiest, most cunning, most cowardly, bad-hearted, imbecile, and murderers! Don't laugh to death from me!"
He walked around, panting, and the look of sadness on his face became more and more intense: "But... who made them become like this? It's you, you warriors! You all die!"
As he spoke, he picked up the arrows scattered on the ground and stabbed them hard against the wall of the wooden house, as if he regarded these as the warriors he spoke of.
Kikuchiyo stood still and pointed at the warriors, with tears in his eyes and said: "Burning villages for war, ravaging rice fields, doing arbitrary labor, humiliating women, killing resisters... What do you tell the farmers to do! What should they do! Damn it...
…Damn it!”
He burst into tears and fell down opposite the Kanbingwei, lowering his head and whimpering like a wild wolf that had lost its pack.
The murderous intent on the faces of the samurai disappeared without a trace at some point, leaving only a look of shame on their faces, and they did not dare to look at Kikuchiyo.
Kanbei slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of tears, looked at Kikuchiyo and said: "You... are from a farm family, right?"
Kanbei's words were like a thunder exploding in Kikuchiyo's ears, interrupting Kikuchiyo's choking.
He raised his head and glanced at the warriors, his guilty expression seemed to be printed directly on his face, then he stood up and ran out without looking back.
The father who came after hearing the news looked at Kikuchiyo who was running away in a hurry. He was puzzled, but his trembling steps did not stop. When he entered the room, he first glared at Manzo and Heihe who were huddled in the corner, turned around and asked
Kanbei: "Well... what happened?" Kanbei touched his hair with an embarrassed look, a slight smile appeared on his face and said: "It's okay, forget it."
Katsushiro returned to the village with a smile on his face. The encounter with Shino gave the young samurai a taste of light love for the first time, so much so that the joy in his heart could hardly be suppressed.
When he saw Kikuchiyo, who was looking depressed, he cheerfully came forward and said hello. Kikuchiyo swung the big gun in his hand, drove Katsushiro away impatiently, and went off to sulk somewhere alone.
Katsushiro walked into the room where the samurai gathered with a puzzled look on his face and said, "I met Kikuchiyo just now. What happened to him?"
Kanbei said: "Nothing... the scenery on the mountain is not bad, Katsushiro." Katsushiro's cheeks turned red and he was speechless. Seeing his appearance, the warriors couldn't help laughing and dispersed a little.
The tense atmosphere just now.
Kanbei fiddled with the weapons piled on the ground and said: "Well... Kikuchiyo is right, they are really good things... Although the farmers' practices are really unpleasant, with these weapons, our chances of winning are even higher.
point."
He pulled out a big scarlet gun and threw it at Shichiroji: "Catch it, Shichiroji. You have outstanding marksmanship, so let's use this."
Shichiroji caught the big gun with one hand, held the gun barrel under his arm and shook it, a beautiful gun flower burst out, and nodded with satisfaction.
Kanbei motioned to everyone to choose weapons and armor that suit their needs. Hayashida Heihachi checked the weapons, casually pulled out a nodachi and tried the blade and said: "It's not bad. Now you don't have to worry about the weapon being damaged and unable to kill the enemy."
Jiuzang shook his head, he was confident in his martial arts and the family heirloom sword.
Kazuyo Sorayama also patted the long captain's hair on his waist, and his hoarse voice had an indescribable confidence: "It is enough. But..." Kazuyo Sorayama pointed at Shichiroji, bowed slightly and said, "I
I have never fought against a master with a gun, can you compare with me? I am really happy to see you, so please forgive me."
After everyone heard Kazuyo Sorayama's words, they all put down their weapons and looked at Shichiroji with interest.
Kanbei smiled bitterly and said: "Sir Sorayama, it is difficult to compete at this time with a powerful enemy. If there is any damage, I think it would be better..."
Shichiroji waved his hand, stopped Kanbei and said, "Thanks to Mr. Kongshan's respect, I have no choice but to encourage you to give it a try."
Even though he was a partner with Kazuha Sorayama, Shichiroji didn't want to lose his momentum before the competition, let alone make it difficult for his old partner to defeat him, not to mention he had confidence in his own spear skills.
This is the strong self-confidence formed after going through seventeen wars, using a big gun to personally capture 23 enemy samurai cavalry, and killing countless ashigaru. Even if you still can't win, with a gun in your hand, at least you won't be defeated by Kazuma.
Defeated in one move.
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded: "Okay! Just use the gun in your hand. If I hurt you or get hurt by you, I lose." No one was surprised at Kazuyo Sorayama's arrogance. After all, he was in the realm of martial arts.
He has surpassed many others in his career. If you don't look at his age, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a senior master.
Shichiroji was the first to leave the house, choose a location in an open flat area, and wait for Sorayama Kazuyo's arrival.
He knew full well that Kazuha Sorayama deliberately let him choose a favorable terrain first, and he unceremoniously took up his position on the high ground with his back to the sun.
Shichiroji witnessed with his own eyes the ronin who was very skilled in sword fighting. Considering the gap between him and Kazuyo Sorayama, if he didn't know how to use the environment, he might not even have a chance to make a move, and he would have been defeated.
After Ichiyo Sora waited for Shichiroji to get up his posture, Shi Shiran walked over.
The warriors looked at Kazuyo Sorayama with bright eyes, and Jiuzou's expression was particularly solemn. He could see at a glance that Kazuyo Sorayama's walking posture and breathing rate had not changed at all compared to usual.
In other words, when he is about to face an attack from an unfamiliar spear master, Kazuyo Sorayama still does not need to adjust. Does this mean that he can face the enemy in his strongest posture at any time?
Jiuzang can be very sure of this. When he competed with Sorayama Kazuha for the first time, Jiuzang could clearly sense that Sorayama Kazuha still needed to adjust his body and condition.
Since killing that stupid ronin, Kazuyo Sorayama has obviously entered another realm.
Although Jiuzang is not sure how much improvement Kazuyo Sorayama will have in all aspects in this state, he can be sure that to defeat a master with relatively average martial arts like Shichiroji, he will never use the second move!
Katsushiro quietly asked Kanbei: "Master, can Uncle Shichiroji win?"
Hearing Katsushiro's innocent question, Kanbei couldn't help but laugh: "Win? This is a competition. Kusan-kun will not have murderous intentions. Otherwise, Shichiroji can withstand three moves under Kusan-kun's sword, which is considered progress."
Not small."
"But, didn't Master Sorayama say that he has never competed with spear masters?" Katsushiro asked doubtfully.
Kanbei shook his head and sighed: "Katsushiro, does it make a big difference to you whether a farmer holds a knife or a gun?"
Katsushiro frowned: "Is there such a big gap?" "The gap is bigger than you think." Kanbei nodded affirmatively.
"Korayama-kun wouldn't use a real sword against a real spear if he wasn't absolutely sure not to hurt Shichiroji. Just watch carefully, maybe the victory or defeat can be decided in an instant." Jiuzang said calmly.