At the same time, Lei Zi and others, who were always half asleep, also opened their eyes instantly.
"kill--"
I don't know who roared angrily, and a fight immediately broke out.
Lei Zi took the lead and entered the battle circle. Lao Wu, Lao San, Lao Qi and others followed closely behind him. One person protected his rear, and the other two acted as flankers, echoing each other.
Qi Jiguang originally invented this battle formation to deal with Japanese pirates. For more than a year, Lei Zi and others have been practicing and perfecting it in actual combat, and now it is finally put to use.
At this time, what Lao Wu and Lao Qi were holding were not steel knives, but two spear-like things with barbs on them.
This was also Qi Jiguang's invention, and he also gave it a name, called Lang Mian, which was designed to restrain the opponent's Japanese sword. As long as it is stuck, it will never be separated.
At the same time, the sharp barb of the wolf mill can also attack the opponent's face.
This is called, one inch long, one inch strong!
This trick worked as expected. As soon as Lei Zi chopped down a black warrior, two Japanese swords were already striking at the top of his head. Lao Wu and Lao San wielded the wolf mill, hooked the Japanese swords, and then stabbed each other in the cheeks.
The black warrior was in pain and closed his eyes involuntarily. Lei Zi took this opportunity to cut the man in half.
Fei Yuan watched from the side, his heart beating wildly.
This is too strong!
Even if he was like this, let alone Inoue Ichiro, he never expected that his black warrior would be so vulnerable. In just one round, two people were killed.
The other five people also felt fear.
However, fortunately, this is the shogunate. In addition to the black warriors, there are also many good players. In just a moment, more than a hundred people poured in.
The huge courtyard was suddenly packed to the brim.
However, after seeing the tragic death of the black warrior, they did not dare to move forward rashly and could only hold their own positions.
"Come on, come on!"
Lei Zi licked his lips and raised his fingers provocatively at everyone.
Upon hearing this, the warriors not only did not step forward, but took a step back.
"Is this your Bushido?"
Lei Zi couldn't help but laugh.
Inoue Ichiro's face also turned red, but he still said bravely: "You have been surrounded, so let's just capture them."
Upon hearing this, Lei Zi and others exchanged looks and rushed in his direction.
It turns out that Lei Zi and others were surrounded heavily, and Ichiro Inoue could not be seen at all. The reason why he said those words was to induce the other party to talk and then capture the king!
Inoue Ichiro was indeed fooled, but it was too late to regret and could only retreat.
There were so many warriors, but not one of them was able to unite. In a moment, seven or eight people fell to the ground, red and yellow, everywhere.
"Chance!"
The two black warriors watched with cold eyes. When they saw Lei Zi and others advancing, there was a gap behind them, so they took the opportunity to rush out. The two Japanese swords, like poisonous snakes spitting messages, went straight to the third and fifth sons.
They are fast enough, but there are even faster ones!
Lao Qi, Lao Ba, and Lao Jiu were in another formation. When they saw the enemy sneak attack, they immediately surrounded them with Lei Zi and others.
This time, it became six people surrounding two!
Four wolf mills and two steel knives were chopped off at the same time, directly mincing the two black warriors into meat paste.
This formation has many variations. If it were broken so easily, it would not be spread to this day.
Then, the six people separated again and became two three-person formations. They moved quickly and did not delay at all.
The seven black warriors were dead. Inoue Ichiro suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and at the same time he became more curious about the origins of these people.
"Who sent you here? The president? How many benefits has he given you?"
He felt his heart bleeding.
He turned to look at Sugita.
Lei Zi and others ignored it at all and continued to rush in that direction.
The six of them are like two meat grinders. As long as anyone comes close, they will be grinded until there is no dregs left.
Inoue Ichiro felt a contraction in his lower abdomen, and then he vomited.
If he is like this, let alone those warriors.
They feel that they are not fighting people, but fighting the devil.
"That's enough! I can't take it anymore!"
Someone yelled, threw down the weapon, and ran out the door.
With the first one, there will be a second one, and within a short time, more than half of them have escaped.
Except for the three loyal black warriors, there are only a dozen people left.
Seeing that the situation was over, Inoue Ichiro was also heartbroken.
He really couldn't understand why there were more than a hundred people and they couldn't even stop six of them.
"Fei Yuan, you go too far!"
Inoue Ichiro looked at Fei Yuan and was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
"Have I gone too far?"
Fei Yuan couldn't help but laugh, "Are you telling the contrary? Who just said so brazenly that he wanted to take my head back? If I don't resist, am I going to obediently give you my head?"
Hearing this, Ichiro Inoue also blushed, and said bravely: "I was impulsive just now, why don't we sit down and talk, okay?"
"Want to talk now? It's too late! What qualifications do you have?"
Fei Yuan laughed loudly, and the haze that had been lingering in his heart for many years was swept away today.
While the two were talking, several more people fell to the ground, and the few remaining people all huddled around Inoue Ichiro, not daring to move forward.
It's really terrible.
"General Inoue, you have lost!"
Seeing that the overall situation was decided, Fei Yuan walked over with square steps and said, "Admit defeat."
"Admit defeat?"
Inoue Ichiro bit his lip and firmly shook the command knife on his hand.
In Bushido, the Japanese sword is a symbol of honor. If you admit defeat, you must sacrifice the Japanese sword to the opponent.
This Japanese sword has been passed down in his family for more than 500 years, and it has the chrysanthemum, the emblem of the Inoue clan, printed on it.
How could he give it away?
How can you let your family honor be trampled on?
"General, don't hesitate, keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood!"
Several staff members had been hiding under the table, and they couldn't help but come to persuade him at this time.
They don't want to die!
"surrender?"
Ichiro Inoue smiled bitterly and said: "Of course you can surrender, and you can still work as a staff member in the future, and maybe you can be promoted, but what about me? After I surrender, what will be left?"
He would rather die than suffer this humiliation!
Thinking of this, he squeezed through the crowd and rushed directly towards Lei Zi.
I have to say that he still has some abilities, but unfortunately, compared with Lei Zi, he is far behind. Before he could swing his sword, Lei Zi had already kicked him in the chest and took away the knife.
A command knife.
"hateful!"
Blood flowed from the corner of Inoue Ichiro's mouth, and his face became very ugly.
More than other physical pains, what really made him unable to accept was that the Japanese sword, which he regarded as the glory of his family, was actually taken away!