Chopsticks made of bamboo were originally broken when broken, but when placed in Yan Zhuo's hand, they seemed to suddenly become very tough. No matter how Sato slashed, he could not cut off the bamboo chopsticks in Yan Zhuo's hand.
The chopsticks and the knife came and went in an erratic manner. There was neither the clank of the sword nor the light of the clash, just like a child playing.
But Sato's face showed that he could not relax at all. He knew that there was a lot of things in that chopstick, and that each stab had the power to break mountains and crack rocks.
As the saying goes, "An inch longer is stronger, and an inch shorter is more dangerous." The chopsticks in Sato's hand were many times longer than those in Yan Zhuo's hands, but he did not gain the slightest advantage, and was restrained by Yan Zhuo at every turn.
, unable to display his original sword skills, he wanted to use the secret technique of wind, but Yan Zhuo stabbed him with a bamboo chopstick without giving him time to gather his energy, leaving him at a loss.
Sato resisted, his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with fine beads of sweat. His breathing was rapid and his face looked a little pale. He knew that he was approaching the limit, but he would not admit defeat and would never give up until the last moment.
Accepting his fate, he will deliver the final blow.
——A blow that risked life and death.
——A fatal blow.
The bamboo chopsticks collided with the Japanese sword, and the tip of the chopsticks touched the sword.
A bit of cold light flashed out from where the knife and chopsticks met.
Yan Zhuo shouted softly, veins popped up in his arms, and the chopsticks in his hands actually bent the Japanese sword in Sato's hand.
Sato looked at the curved Japanese sword with eyes wide open and sweat dripping from his eyes: "This is impossible, this is impossible!"
Then, with a "bang" sound, the Japanese sword broke in the middle, and Sato's whole body was like a light cloud, flying straight back, falling outside the tent, looking up at the sky, and blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
For a moment, he seemed to see the teacher, the headless teacher waving to him. He was curious about why the teacher didn't speak, and why the teacher just waved to him and didn't want to kill him. Suddenly, he heard the waves again in his ears.
The sound made his face feel warm, as if the sun was shining directly on his face. A few low calls of seagulls made his heart tremble - it was Fusang, the sound of home.
"I'm home?"
He thought like this and could no longer think about it. He closed his eyes and died in the sunshine and waves. In the end, he failed to become the person he wanted to be, and his greed disappeared with his death.
Yan Zhuo slowly walked out of the tent. He looked outside the tent and saw row after row of ninja guards with their hands tied behind their backs, kneeling on the ground, their heads drooped, all looking downcast.
They looked at Sato who fell to the ground, with an unspeakable despair in their eyes, and whispered: "Now that the teacher and Sato are dead, what will happen to our great cause of Ninjado!"
Wang Zhanjin watched Yan Zhuo come out, ran to him in small steps, and said excitedly: "Of a thousand people, thirty-two ran away, and three hundred and thirty-eight died. The rest are all here. They are all here."
You live, you can take credit now."
Yan Zhuo nodded and asked, "Do we have any casualties?"
"A dozen brothers were injured, all of them minor injuries. They were hit by their shurikens. They will be fine after applying medicine for a few days." Wang Zhanjin added, "You are a bit slow. I was waiting outside.
You've been around for a long time, why is this kid so troublesome?"
"I played with him for a while." Yan Zhuo yawned, "It's getting late. It's time to pack up and rest."
"Wait a minute." Wang Zhanjin stopped Yan Zhuo and asked, "What to do with these Japanese thieves? It's a credit to them both alive and dead."
Yan Zhuo looked at the Japanese bandits kneeling on the ground, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. He opened his lips slightly and wanted to say the three words "kill without mercy". The people of Zhenhai City died tragically. If they don't kill these Japanese bandits, the people can't be angry, and they can't.
We cannot give justice to those fathers and fellow villagers who died.
But now that these prisoners have been killed and the news has spread to the Japanese pirates' headquarters in Zhenhai, letting them know that surrendering or not is a dead end, then this group of Japanese pirates will inevitably have to resist, making it even more difficult to recover the lost territory.
After thinking about it, Yan Zhuo finally gave the order to spare the lives of these ninja guards, and let one of them go back to report that the Jiang Zuo Army treated the prisoners well, and that as long as they surrendered, they could return to Fuso safely, and the bodies of Hattori Quancang and Sato Santou were buried together.
and brought it back.
"Kill people and kill the heart, Yan Zhuo, you are so good at this." Wang Zhanjin flattered Yan Zhuo from the side, "Hey, I have almost practiced the nine postures of spreading my lapel. Just now seven or eight Japanese thieves were approaching.
The body wanted to kill me, but I chopped them all off with one knife. It's time for you to teach me something new."
Yan Zhuo glanced at Wang Zhanjin and said, "I don't have time now. I just had a fight with this little Japanese bandit. The beating made my whole body feel comfortable. I'm just about to go to sleep. Let's talk about it later."
As he said this, he turned around and walked towards the big tent. However, Wang Zhanjin was behind him and chased him: "Yan Zhuo, when did you become so stingy? Teach me two more moves. Wait for that Japanese
When the army of thieves invades, let me be majestic and majestic."
"You are already majestic enough with your nine postures. You can be considered a second-rate master in the world now. Don't be too greedy. Besides, you are a general. You have learned the changes of the eight formations well. You can learn more than
A few sword techniques are useful."
Yan Zhuo waved his hand, kicked off his boots, and fell on the couch with his head raised. He closed his eyes and blocked out Wang Zhanjin's voice and appearance. No matter what he said, Yan Zhuo just ignored him.
.
Seeing that he was asking for trouble, Wang Zhanjin snorted and left Yanzhuo's tent angrily. Before leaving, he added: "Humph, if you don't teach me, I'll ask Qingfeng and Mingyue to teach me."
When Yan Zhuo heard what Wang Zhanjin said, he felt funny in his heart. Although the sudden attack by the Ninja Guards had been defeated, the 60,000 Japanese bandit army in Zhenhai City was still watching with eager eyes.
Sixty thousand people, this is what gives Yan Zhuo the biggest headache.
