Sorayama Kazuha dragged Gorobei's body without saying a word. Although he had not had in-depth contact with this middle-aged samurai, he could be regarded as a confidant by Kanbei, and his understanding of military law must not be too different.
It is extremely regrettable that such a talent died in such an inexplicable battle with only dozens of bandits.
However, this was not the moment for him to sigh. The peasants had witnessed the death of Gorobei, and their morale had dropped to freezing point. If Sorayama Kazuha hadn't neatly killed the bandit who rushed in, it might have been just an instant for them all to abandon their guns and escape.
thing.
"Korayama-kun, let me help you!" Jiuzang shouted and rushed over with a knife. When he saw Gorobei in Sorayama Kazuha's arms, he couldn't help but feel tight and asked in a low voice: "How is he?" "He was shot.
He's dead, be careful with the musket!" Ichiyo Sorayama replied in a low voice.
Jiuzang looked solemnly at the two bandits on horseback holding muskets and nodded. Neither he nor Kazuyo Sorayama knew at this time that there were actually 3 muskets in total, and the most threatening one was the cold gun in the dark.
The bandits' attack is still continuing. With two of the most skilled swordsmen responsible for resisting, the farmers have obviously regained their courage. After gradually adapting to this level of fighting, they are no longer so panicked, and are even better than at the beginning.
The threat is greater.
At this time, the thin barrier of horses was already in tatters. The bandit leader whistled, and the attacking bandits retreated and mounted their horses, preparing to rush into the village at one go. In their eyes, it didn't matter even if two warriors came, no matter how good their martial arts were.
Can the height still block horses and muskets?
Watching all the bandits mount their horses, Kazuyo Sorayama and Kuzo felt helpless. If these dozen people dismounted and fought on foot, Kazuyo Sorayama himself could still fend off the enemy.
But cavalry is cavalry, and the speed and impact cannot be resisted by two people and two swords.
At this moment, Sorayama Kazuyo's heart suddenly tightened, and a warning sign that could directly threaten his life rose. Before he had time to think carefully, his hoarse voice roared like a crack: "Not good"!
It was actually too late for Kuzo to take action when he received the warning from Kazuyo Sorayama, but Kazuyo Sorayama's voice had just sounded, and his kick had already been kicked on the side of Kuzo's hip. The unprepared Kuzo was struck by this explosive kick.
Kicked two steps away, Kazuha Sorayama used the force of the impact to dodge in the opposite direction.
A bullet flew past the position where Kuzo was standing. Without Sorayama Kazuha's kick, Kuzo's fate would not have been much better than that of Gorobei who was shot.
In order to cooperate with this sneak attack, the two bandits on horseback had even put away their muskets. Even if they let the two of them relax their vigilance, they had indeed achieved their goal. Just now, Kazuyo Sorayama and Jiuzang did feel a lot more at ease.
The muskets of this era were veritable matchlocks. They needed to light the fuse with a fire break and then aim. They were not flintlock guns that could be aimed first and then fired.
Even professional soldiers who are familiar with muskets need at least two seconds to complete the process from igniting the fire to firing the bullet, but for swordsmen like Sorayama Kazuyo and Jiuzang, two seconds can burst out at a speed of about 20 meters.
Always pay attention, it is basically not difficult to dodge the musket head-on.
The reason why this sneak attack was almost successful was that the bandits who were fighting in the melee had already distanced themselves from them. Their positions were clearly visible and they were unprepared.
If he hadn't sensed a fatal crisis when aiming at Kazuha Sorayama, this shot would probably have taken away the life of the third samurai tonight.
Jiuzang rubbed his aching hip bones and calmly said to Kazuyo Sorayama: "Sorayama-kun, you saved my life." Although his tone was calm, his knuckles gripping the handle of the knife so tightly that they turned white betrayed him at this time.
Mood.
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head: "It seems that this is how Gorobei was hit. Three muskets... What a plan!"
Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the bandits no longer tried to eliminate the samurai in this simple way. They began to mobilize their horses to attack. The bandit leader put down his mountain ghost mask, drew his sword and pointed it at the night sky. At his call, more than a dozen mounted bandits screamed strangely.
With that, he rushed toward the village with the force of thunder. The Juma, whose symbolic significance had already outweighed its actual effect, was instantly smashed into pieces.
"Get out of the way!" Jiuzang waved his hand to ask the farmers to move away. The first thing to do at this time was not to stop the bandits, but to save their lives. Kanbei's original strategy was for the farmers to hold a bamboo gun more than 3 meters long.
On both sides of the road, warriors gathered together to stab the bandits at full speed, and at the same time, a few peasants shouldering heavy timber were placed to slow down the impact of the horses.
When the bandits came on horseback, they released one at a time, two of them entered the village, and then worked together to surround and kill them. However, the sudden attack of the bandits doubled the number of farmers originally arranged here.
Nearly half of the farmers were killed or injured, and all defensive measures suddenly lost their effectiveness.
Jiuzang understood that the remaining farmers and his two samurai alone could no longer intercept the bandits head-on. As for the consequences of letting the bandits into the village, he was very clear about it, but the situation forced him to do so.
Jiuzang watched coldly as the bandits rushed towards him on horseback. He did not try to attack the bandits in front of him. With his martial arts skills, jumping up and drawing the sword might have caused a bandit to lose his head. If the target was the bandit's thigh.
, you can even do it by stretching your hand.
But the consequence of doing this is that he is very likely to be hit by the ensuing attack. No matter how fast he is, every move will be followed by a retraction. The outstretched arm is the bandit's best target. He can
He didn't want to kill just one of the bandits at the cost of losing his arm or even being seriously injured. There was a more brutal battle waiting for him later. So the two bandits at the end were his targets!
Sorayama Kazuyo stared at the bandit who was getting closer and closer, standing firmly in the middle of the road. He did not try to attack the last bandit from the side like Kuzo, but wanted to inflict heavy damage on the bandit head on!
When the two bandits running side by side at the front saw Ichiyo Sora's thin body, they suddenly slapped the horse's buttocks with the back of their swords crazily. When they thought that the powerful warrior in front of them was about to be knocked to pieces, they almost trembled with excitement.
Closer, closer! At the moment when the hoofs of the two horses were raised high and were about to step on his chest, Sorayama Ichiyo's left leg instantly burst out with tyrannical power, and he kicked to the right and moved sideways to avoid the war horses, holding his sword flat.
Swing your body to the right.
The bright blade of the long captain flashed through a dark jungle composed of horse legs. A thin line of blood appeared from the four front legs of the two horses in front. The war horses fell to their knees with a mournful cry. The inertia made the two horses kneel to the ground.
The two horses were knocked down in one fell swoop.
The two bandits on horseback were suddenly thrown forward for more than ten meters, screaming and falling heavily to the ground, with blood spraying out of their mouths uncontrollably. Although they did not die on the spot, their injuries were so severe that they could not get up and walk on their own.
The bandits had never encountered such a fierce fighting style. To put it simply, who could calmly calculate the distance and predict the attack when the horse's hooves were about to crush them? What stunned the bandits the most was that the attack actually
Success cost them two riders!
Sorayama Kazuyo escaped the subsequent angry attack of the bandit. He glanced at his victory and stopped paying attention. He stood by the road with a knife, ready for another fight at any time.
At this time, most of the bandits had passed by. What awaited them was not only Sorayama Ichiye's elusive attack, but also Jiuzang's eager gaze.
"Coming into the village doesn't mean you have won, because I am Kazuyo Sorayama and I am a swordsman!"