After Kanzaburo finished saying this, you could clearly see the change in the expression on the remaining portable robber's face.
Everyone's expressions changed from surprise and shock to despair.
Although it is despair, there is still a choice and a glimmer of hope after all.
If you stay where you are, you will be killed by the Japanese warriors. If you rush out, you may have a chance of survival. There are also some poor people who start to think about how far they can rush out before changing directions and escaping from the battle far away.
As for resisting these Japanese warriors, the poor people have never thought about it, and there is no chance of them at all.
Whistle sticks and simple knives were picked up one after another and held in their hands. No one knew who suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs: "Come on!"
This sentence revealed a deep and helpless despair, which immediately infected all the poor households.
No one responded, and all the remaining shackles rushed toward the team not far away in twos and threes.
"Get ready!" Kanzaburo smiled cruelly. In any case, his goal has been achieved. As long as he slightly distracts the attention of the team, it is best to break up the formation, and those Japanese warriors like him can use the sharp sword.
Cut these bloody soldiers into pieces and let them truly "bleed".
This was not the first time that the Japanese warriors under Kanzaburo had experienced this kind of scene. They quickly formed a scattered formation and followed closely behind the shabby households. As soon as the opportunity arose, they would attack with all their strength without even having to say hello.
Some Japanese warriors have already taken out the sword from the scabbard and held it in their hands; while some experienced ones are holding the handle of the sword with their right hands, without taking it out; Kanzaburo is also holding the handle of the sword with his right hand, and his eyes have been locked on a person.
Target.
Ximen Qing's team was less than a hundred steps away. In Kanzaburo's eyes, he could already distinguish the captain of the Blood Blowing Guards. That guy had a big scar on his face. It was said that he was the commander of the Imperial City Division.
This is the person who brought out the Hun Jianglong Li Jun.
Kanzaburo believes that as long as this person is killed, the bloodshed soldiers will be in chaos!
Ximen Qing, dressed in a white robe, walked at the front of the team, together with Scar-faced Tiger Liu Renzhong, and behind him were the two team captains He Mazi and Xiao Muzou, plus Tong Wei and Tong Meng, the four of them protected Ximen
Qing’s comfort.
The on-site command was not Ximen Qing, but Scar-faced Tiger Liu Renzhong, but for some unknown purpose, Ximen Qing also stood in front of the team; with someone to protect him, Ximen Qing had nothing to worry about, not to mention the current Tiangang Five Thunder
The righteous Dharma is operating, protecting the body from thunder and lightning.
Hun Jianglong Li Jun was a little behind the team. He just practiced the combined attack technique with the blood-blowing soldiers for two days under the guidance of Liu Renzhong. Although he was a little worried, he saw Ximen Qing walking at the front of the team with great ease.
Let him eliminate the last trace of worry.
Ximen Qing looked at the first group of enemies who came forward. Their clothes were thin and their hands were nothing more than whistle sticks or rusty knives. He said they came to fight, rather than to fight.
At least Ximen Qing doesn't see the fighting power of this group of people.
But behind them were about twenty or thirty Japanese warriors. Ximen Qing could already see the cold light from the drawn sword.
"Sir, what should I do?" Scarface Tiger Liu Renzhong asked loudly, without stopping.
"Cold salad!" Ximen Qing said equally loudly, but with a smile.
These guys always use the same trick...it's really not boring.
But immediately Ximen Qing's face darkened: "Scarfaced Tiger! You are the commander, and you still come to ask me!"
"yes!"
Scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong looked stern, yes, Master Ximen specifically ordered that he would command this battle.
This is trust, and more importantly, responsibility.
But Liu Renzhong was ready.
"First team! Unsheath the sword!" Liu Renzhong shouted: "In a straight line, meet the enemy!"
The seven or eight Blood Blowing Guardsmen at the back of the team did not make a sound, but quickly broke away from the current formation, quickly surpassed the current formation, lined up in a line, and faced the broken houses.
Hun Jianglong Li Jun is also among them, and he happens to be the commander of the first team.
"Knife out of its sheath!"
Li Jun gave an order, and all the Yanling knives were unsheathed, and they charged towards the shabby houses with full force.
For those who have little combat effectiveness, this one-line formation is the best and most suitable.
The other blood-blowing soldiers still maintained their original formation and moved forward without stopping at all.
Ximen Qing nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the daily hard training had achieved the desired effect, and after being tempered by the flames of war, these bloody soldiers who were originally veterans had fully grown up.
Although there is no high-headed horse under the crotch at the moment, there is no golden armor with wild goose feathers on the body, there is no hook and sickle spear in the hand, and the scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong does not hold high the "blood-blowing" flag, this small army is still
Blood-blowing demon army!
Those Japanese people didn't even realize that they were about to kick a steel plate thick enough to kill them!
Kanzaburo clearly saw the changes in the opponent's formation. Strictly speaking, there was no change in the formation at all. He only used the least amount of force to hold back the Hakusato who was about to rush over. Kanzaburo had no doubt that Japanese warriors like him would face the remaining
of these main forces.
"Didn't it have any effect?" Kanzaburo's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife. He was immediately surprised by his loss of control and let go of his right hand again.
But at the same time, his ears could distinguish the unique sound of the sword being unsheathed next to him... Almost all the Japanese warriors' nerves began to tighten, and they couldn't help but draw out the sword and hold it in their hands.
"I still can't calm down..." Kanzaburo sighed secretly and decisively ordered: "Point!"
The Japanese warriors also began to disperse, preparing to tear apart the opponent's frontmost one-word formation and kill them!
Twenty or thirty Japanese warriors faced off against seven or eight bloody soldiers. Kanzaburo had no doubt that the result would be an overwhelming victory.
Ten steps! The forwards of both sides are about to contact!
"That's good!" Kanzaburo thought to himself: "It will be beneficial to us to eliminate them in batches and kill them!"
But the development of the matter was beyond his expectation. To be more precise, it gave him a loud slap in the face!
Faced with a row of unsheathed Yanling knives, Po Luhu made the best choice.
That is to drop the weapon in your hand, quickly change direction, and flee to both sides.
"Let us go!"
"We were forced!"
"If you want to kill, kill the Japanese. We are all citizens of the Song Dynasty!"
Kanzaburo's nose was almost broken in anger.
Hun Jianglong Li Jun raised the Yan Ling knife in his hand and shouted with great dignity: "Change the formation! One word changes to the Yan Ling!"
The small formation of eight people quickly separated from the middle, and changed from marching together to two wild goose feathers, forming an inverted figure of eight to continue to separate the shabby houses. The blood-blowing soldiers led by the scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong accelerated their pace, crossed the inverted figure of the wild goose feathers, and faced them directly.
The Japanese warrior in the back.
This change made Kanzaburo's previous deployment completely ineffective. After weighing the pros and cons, Kanzaburo had no choice but to choose the most direct and stupidest reaction.
"Charge! Kill! Kill these Song dogs!" Kansaburo shouted, taking advantage of the chaos to rush towards Liu Renzhong: "Let the sharp tachi in your hands cut off the enemy's weapons and chop off the enemy's head!"
The Japanese warriors raised their swords and responded to Kanzaburo's order: "Kill!"
Kanzaburo firmly believed that the sharpness of the Ether Sword was enough to cut the formation of this bloody janissary into pieces. As long as there was no complete formation and a single soldier fought, the enemy could be quickly eliminated.
Ximen Qing smiled and looked at the Japanese soldiers rushing up without panic, while the scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong decisively ordered: "Change the formation!"
Kanzaburo was surprised to find that before his Japanese warriors could rush into the enemy's team, the enemy had already begun to collapse.
"What a good opportunity!" Kanzaburo was secretly proud and regretted that he had misjudged his opponent's strength: "What a bloody soldier, he is still vulnerable!"
But what he didn't see at the first moment was that although the formation of the blood warriors "collapsed", they were still in groups of three or five, actively fighting against the Japanese warriors who were charging towards them!
Kanzaburo didn't have time to pay attention to this. What he cared about was that Scarface Tiger Liu had a heavy task. As long as he killed this man, the blood-blowing soldiers would flee. Maybe he could capture Ximen Qing and get some ransom...or maybe
It is to sell his head to those who need it.
But in the blink of an eye, Kanzaburo seized the opportunity, pressed the sword with his left hand, and pulled out the sword with his right hand at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and swung it towards the scarred face.
"Scarface Tiger, die!"
While wielding the sword, Kanzaburo did not forget to say a very majestic sentence in Japanese.
Kanzaburo was very confident in his Iaijutsu, but unfortunately, Liu Renzhong was not a target, and he would not stand there and let him chop him.
Liu Renzhong also recognized that the man who was charging toward him seemed to be a Japanese warrior leader. He stepped slightly and shrank back, just in time to avoid Kanzaburo's blade.
Kanzaburo missed his target and quickly moved forward to pursue his target.
But as the scar-faced tiger Liu Renzhong retreated, the two wild goose feather knives next to him glowed with cold light, blocking Kanzaburo's path!
Kanzaburo had no choice but to stop. If he continued to move forward, it would be like knocking his body against the tip of the knife. This was no different from seeking death.
Although samurai are not afraid of sacrifice, that does not mean they will seek death in vain.
"Kill! Kill all these Japanese warriors!" A sentence came from somewhere: "Don't let any of them go!"
Kanzaburo's ears twitched, and he was about to cut off the two Yanling swords in front of him with his sword, but suddenly a scream came from behind.
"ah!"
"Has it started yet?"
Kanzaburo smiled knowingly, but immediately heard that the heart-rending screams did not belong to the Blood Blowing Demon Army, but to his own men.
"How can this be!"
Kanzaburo's smile suddenly froze on his face. After hesitating for a while, he lost the opportunity and quickly retreated while observing his surroundings.
The screams of Japanese warriors could be heard from time to time all around, but within a few breaths, Kanzaburo had already heard five or six screams.
Three words suddenly popped into Kanzaburo's mind.
"Shura Field!"
It's just that this Shura field is open to these Japanese warriors, and those who wield the butcher's knife are the blood-blowing soldiers... No, the blood-blowing demon army!
Each Japanese warrior was attacked by three to five blood-blowing soldiers at the same time, and the sharpness of the sword seemed insignificant.