No one refuted what the khaki villain said.

Because after the river water hit the mountain, it became more turbid, carrying more debris, its speed became faster, and its destructive power was obviously far greater than before.

And they are coming from all directions.

Onishimazu slashed continuously, creating a series of terrifying sword lights, protecting his samurai.

Although those warriors were not as powerful as him in combat, they were superior in numbers, and they all acted together to temporarily curb the momentum of the flood.

But what happens as time goes by?

This plan is done!

Looking at this place from afar, the Tiger King was delighted.

However, Lu Li knew in his heart that this method could cause a certain degree of trouble to the Satsuma Legion, but it would not destroy it.

Just as he expected.

After a while, Onishimazu saw that the situation was not right, and there was a steady flow of water in the surrounding rivers, and he immediately roared angrily.

The demon god's phantom, which was already breathtaking, grew taller again, and the area where he stood also began to swell.

Seeing this, those Japanese warlocks stopped doing those thankless tasks and began to manipulate the earth's veins and raise the terrain in order to escape from the river flooded area.

The mountain god has the power to control the earth's veins, so he should be the one to fight with him. However, changing the general trend of the entire Xiuxing Ridge and maintaining the status quo would take too much effort and magic, so he can only sit back and watch.

And Lu Li is not a wooden pile.

Qingji used his magic skills, and waves like a celestial punishment rolled up, hitting the area where the Satsuma warriors were.

At the critical moment, the demon's phantom came into play again, using his body as a shield to block it.

Before Shimazu Yoshihiro could relax, the next moment another huge wave was set off.

At every critical moment, the legion commander would step in to protect him, but the warriors were often shrouded in shadows, and fear inevitably arose in their hearts.

"It's hard to imagine what it would be like to be involved in this."

"Death, no accidents."

Listening to the whispers that reached his ears, Shimazu Toyohisa bent his bow and arrow, and aimed the arrow cluster at the little yellow man with mysterious origins.

"Xinei."

The sound was muffled in the throat.

Almost at the same time, a stream of light flew straight towards Lu Li and locked the air machine, making it impossible to dodge.

In fact, as the one being attacked, Lu Li didn't even try to hide. He gently waved the war spear in his hand, which was only the size of an embroidery needle.

A flash of blood appeared.

Easily break Shimazu Toyohisa's long-prepared attack.

Because the whole process seemed too lighthearted, Fengjiu felt that he couldn't live with it.

Last night, the Ming army colluded with evildoers to attack the camp.

First, the tiger monster, then the handsome monk, ignored him one after another, and now even a shit-yellow villain, not much bigger than a fly, wanted to provoke him.

The more Shimazu Toyohisa thought about, the angrier he became. He bent his bow and drew an arrow again, and aimed three arrow clusters at Qingji's body in the shape of a Chinese character.

The moment the fingers were released, the bowstring shook wildly, obviously a lot of effort was used.

The warrior standing nearby could clearly see that the bow, which was made using the meridians of alien beasts and a special craftsmanship, was almost broken.

Now, the monster with unknown origin will not survive, right?

Forgive the Japanese for their ignorance.

They cannot recognize Qingji at all, because he is the water god of Qi in ancient times. Unless he is a knowledgeable person who has a deep understanding of Chinese mythology, his identity can be revealed. Otherwise, they will follow the crowd and regard him as some kind of mountain fairy unique to this place.

.

After all, in Japan, Shinto claims that there are eight million local gods, but the locals simply cannot recognize so many. It is not easy to recognize thousands of them, let alone the legendary existences in other countries.

clang!

Without any suspense, the three powerful iron arrows were knocked away again.

The "embroidery needle" glowing with blood in Lu Li's hand completely became a nightmare in Shimazu Toyohisa's heart.

This guy seemed to be going crazy. He bent his bow three times and drew out all the arrows glowing with cold light from the quiver, aiming at the figure sitting in the golden carriage.

boom!

In the end, not a single arrow was shot.

The bow and arrow made from the bones of an unknown alien animal broke from the middle, which shows how hard it was poured into it.

"……"Land from.

Is this form really so disgusting?

The kid below tried it twice in a row, but both ended in failure. He still didn't give up, let alone recognized the difference between them.

If you have this strength, you might as well stop the flood and work hard to raise the ground.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Onishimazu finally spoke. He looked a little tired, but in this state, as long as he did not suffer substantial damage, this kind of negative state was equivalent to nothing.

Anyone who underestimates him will only suffer the consequences.

What's more, the old boy is very likely to commit fraud.

Anyway, it was very difficult to make Lu Li believe what the old devil in front of him said.

"The water god of Seomjin River."

Lies come from every mouth.

Although it was spoken in Chinese, several distinguished warriors present could understand it.

You must know that Japan and Korea have been influenced by the Central Plains Dynasty for generations, and learning Chinese culture is a compulsory course for nobles. However, it is normal for Korean gods to live for thousands of years and master one more languages.

In addition, Japan has despised Korea since thousands of years ago, and it is impossible for nobles to lower themselves to learn the language of the Li Dynasty.

Because of this, Onimazu used Ming Dynasty Mandarin when he first spoke.

"Why did you bother to take a trip through this muddy water? Now, half of the army has crossed the Seomjin River. From the beginning to the end, we have never done anything to massacre the water tribe. We have only killed those monsters that were provoking around the boat."

"As the water god, you should know."

His words were full of sincerity.

It's a pity that Lu Li is not the water god of the Chanjin River at all. Next, he even has to drive away the aquatic monsters entrenched here to deal with the Japanese.

A dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.

You can't let your soldiers die, right?

If you think about it in a dark way, they are a group of demons raised by nature. They give their lives to the mountains and rivers and fulfill their filial piety. Thousands of years later, it will be a good story!

And it is a great merit to have contributed to this matter myself.

In Onishimazu's eyes, the strange-looking khaki little demon above his head was weighing the pros and cons, so after a long time, he urged:

"I will not be held accountable for triggering the Seomjin River to attack the army. After all, no warriors died in this disaster. As the terrain rises, the flood disaster is almost resolved."

"So your Excellency, are you willing to take a step back? We came all the way just to conquer the people of the Li Dynasty and teach the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. As long as the flood is removed and a road is cleared, these things will be forgotten."

Frankly speaking, if he had not been able to figure out the path of the strange beast in front of him and did not want to waste his precious troops on the monster, Shimazu Yoshihiro would have swung his sword long ago. He would not have taken the initiative to give in and try to persuade him.

"If you are willing to follow us and conquer the Li Dynasty together, I can even guarantee that after we capture Seoul, we will persuade the Taige to appoint you as the general manager of the eight water palaces in North Korea, and control the water veins of the country."

Before he was slapped, he was given sweet dates and kept drawing big cakes.

However, Shimazu Yoshihiro made a wrong calculation. He never thought that the khaki villain was actually transformed from the guard general of the Minamihara Ming Army.

"Since you are so sincere, I feel sorry for not saying anything, so I will call my demons to come and help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the slightly calm water surface began to stir again.

Intuition told Shimazu Yoshihiro that things were not that simple, but reason told him that in this case, no demon would dare to take the initiative to provoke the army.

Unless it's too long-lived.

However, under the huge expectations, the nightmare-like waves once again enveloped the head.

Not only that, there is a demon clan showing its figure in the turbulent river. Through the scales and claws, you can guess how exaggerated its figure is.

now.

In fact, the monsters are also panicking, because they do not want to participate in the war at all. Those of the same race who have the backbone or are not smart enough have long been killed by the Japanese swords...

But in the wave, there is a very strange force that keeps driving itself towards the battlefield.

The war is about to break out.

Onishimazu was careful about the yellow figure above his head and did not say anything stupid.

Suddenly, a dark green figure took the lead, wielding a steel fork and pounced on the Satsuma warrior.
To be continued...