The empty mountain is filled with a very strange feeling. From the modern comfort and order to the current chaos and killings, although it has been here for nearly a month, I still have not adapted to this feeling of time and space chaos, and the depth of it.
Bone marrow loneliness.
Don't underestimate this kind of loneliness. Even if people today go on a business trip to a strange city, they will feel lonely in the dead of night, let alone being transported to the indescribable world of the so-called movie.
Without sustenance and obsession, most people will experience such a situation, ranging from depression to madness.
Kazuyo Sorayama's breakthrough was due to his talent and hard work, but most of it was still in this time and space. The only thing he could rely on was the sword in his hand. This time he took the initiative to kill the bandit, one because he was inspired, and the other
Perhaps it was something he himself felt, based on a sense of urgency that he wanted to truly integrate into this era.
Looking at the backs of the people in front of him, Kazuyo Sorayama didn't feel at all that they should be fictional characters in the movie. They could bleed, die, and pursue justice. They had all kinds of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. They were clearly living people!
Several people waded through the knee-deep river to approach the bandit's simple village. It was not so much a village as it was a few large and crude houses built of wood. Jiuzang searched around vigilantly, but did not find any obvious signs.
Whistle and whistle.
Everyone approached the largest big house among them, only to hear loud roaring inside, and they were completely unprepared for the invasion of foreign enemies. Maybe there were villages nearby, or maybe they had looted everywhere in the past few years, leaving the bandits who were originally members of the elite warrior group.
The warrior's instinct was wiped away.
Minato stood outside the big house and looked inside. He saw many naked bandits lying in various places in the house, and several disheveled young women mixed in. They were obviously farm girls who had been robbed by bandits.
Kikuchiyo's eyes were dazzled when he saw it, and he whispered excitedly: "There are so many women! These bastards are living quite comfortably, aren't they!" Jiuzang glanced at Kikuchiyo, motioned for him to shut up, and whispered: "
Liji, you go and set fire to the house, and then drive the horse away."
As he spoke, he held the handle of the knife behind his back and looked at Kazuyo Sorayama and Kikuchiyo: "Let's guard the door of this house and come out and kill each one!" Kazuyo Sorayama nodded and asked, "When will it be over?" "Other houses.
When the bandits here come to surround us, we must retreat immediately, and we must not stop fighting!" Jiuzang said seriously.
Rikichi was carrying a short knife for self-defense and lighting fires everywhere. To be honest, farmers are much better at setting fires than these samurai. Maybe Kikuchiyo is an exception, but if Kuzo and Sorayama Kazuyo are allowed to set fires, it might be too much trouble.
Even in broad daylight the fire cannot burn much.
The fire gradually burned, and the choking smoke spread all around. The screams of the women in the house, the shouts of the bandits, mixed with the horses running around and neighing, filled the village at dawn with sounds.
The first people to run out of the house were the disheveled women. They fled outside in a panic. When they saw three samurai and a peasant holding sharp knives at the door, their hands and feet were so frightened that some of them even wanted to run back into the house.
Kikuchiyo shouted: "Hoora! If you don't want to die, run away! Wow, wow, wow, go!" At this time, several naked bandits rushed out with knives.
At this time, Kazuyo Sorayama seemed to have a God's perspective. He could clearly sense that Kikuchiyo's sword would cut off the first bandit's head from top to bottom in the next second; Kuzo swung his sword diagonally up and cut through the mountain.
The thieves' chest and abdomen; Liji nervously stepped back several times, unable to stand steadily; two bandits rushed towards him... During this tense battle, he even noticed several other big houses.
The bandits were also rushing out of the house one after another.
Sorayama Kazuyo watched the two bandits raising their knives, one stabbed him straight in the chest, and the other slashed his shoulder and neck diagonally.
He calmly turned slightly to let go of the stabbing knife. He raised the knife with one hand and instantly cut upwards from the bandit's armpit. The sharp blade cut off the bandit's arm at the root, followed by his neck. Blood flowed.
, instantly ejected from the bandit's headless cavity more than two feet high, but the body was still standing, which shows how fast Sorayama Ichiyo's knife was.
Another bandit who was attacking with a sword was blocked by the upright corpse and slashed into the air with his sword. However, this shrewd bandit did not try to withdraw his move and attack again. Instead, he used inertia and rushed forward with his body, trying to escape a few people first.
siege.
But Kazuyo Sorayama seemed to have expected this reaction. He did not turn around, but took a step back. The long sword raised with one hand was changed to a reverse grip as he retreated, and he followed the retreating steps toward
Then he stabbed suddenly.
The bandit who was trying to escape just took a step forward and felt a chill on his back. He looked down and saw that a short cut had already penetrated his chest. The bandit let the knife in his hand fall to the ground, his hands useless.
He wanted to hold the tip of the knife, but as soon as he made a move, Sorayama Kazuyo had already drawn out the blade and killed the next bandit.
Kikuchiyo's wide open and close, Kuzou's quickness and ruthlessness, and Sorayama Ichiha's relaxed and freehand style quickly killed every bandit who ran out of the house. Even Rikichi was behind the three of them, killing those who hadn't completely breathed their last.
Bandit's last hit.
In just a dozen breaths, these people killed all the bandits who ran out of the house. Bandits from other houses had already begun to besiege them in neat clothes, just because the fire was so strong that they wanted to reach them.
It will take a while here.
Seeing this, Jiuzang shouted decisively: "Back off!" Several people quickly waded through the shallow river to the other side and hid behind the big rocks. Kikuchiyo frantically shouted provocation at the bandits in the distance: "Come on! Ha!
Haha! Idiots! Eat my sword, you son of a bitch!" Jiuzang also looked excited and said to Kazuyo Sorayama: "It's done!"
Only Liji stared blankly at the burning big house. There was a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes standing numbly at the door. She was not moved at all by the scene of Shura with corpses lying on the ground in front of her. It seemed that her body had long since lost its soul, leaving only one body.
The beautiful expelling shell survives in the world.
Rikichi rushed towards the woman. Sensing that something was wrong, Kazuyo Sorayama grabbed Rikichi's clothes, trying to stop him from committing suicide. With a "tear" sound, the farmer's clothes were torn to pieces, but only Rikichi's clothes were torn to pieces.
Ji staggered but did not stop, which shows how determined the farmer was.
When the woman saw Li Ji approaching him quickly, a fierce expression finally appeared on her face. It was surprise, shame, despair, and even a trace of relief. She gave Li Ji a last affectionate look and did not hesitate.
He turned around and jumped back into the burning house.
Liji stretched out his hands and screamed, trying to rush into the big house to rescue the woman, but the fire that came in front of him stopped any creature that wanted to get close. He waved the short knife around crazily, as if he wanted to split this tragic fate, but in the end he could only collapse.
He sat down, fell to the ground and cried.
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head slightly. Regarding this stupid behavior that was obviously destined to lead to death, if he had put it in the past, he would never have had any intention of rescuing him. But after all, he did not hold Li Ji. Although no one was here
Under any circumstances, he would not blame him, but his inner persistence still made him rush forward without hesitation. A swift light and shadow passed through the river, and when the other two warriors were still hesitating, it had already arrived behind Li Ji.
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Sorayama Kazuyo's hoarse voice was filled with endless murderous intent: "Let's go! Otherwise you will die here." Without waiting for the farmer to answer, he grabbed Liji's belt and turned around to leave.
Liji danced and danced, trying to break away from Kazuyo Sorayama's drag. The short knife in his hand even cut through Kazuyo Sorayama's sleeve, which showed the fierce resistance, but the thin farmer could not compete with Kazuyo Sorayama's strength.