Outside the ronin leader's house in the castle town, a group of bandits who still maintained their basic organization, holding torches and kerosene, surrounded the longhouse.
It was already drizzling in the night, but this level of rain could not resist a deliberate fire.
The only reason why the bandits did not throw out kerosene and torches now was that they did not want to burn the ronin's belongings in the longhouse.
In the eyes of bandits, ronin are probably richer than ordinary civilians.
But even so, the bandits' little patience was about to be exhausted.
Although the wall around the longhouse is thin, it can still be regarded as a barrier.
In a cold-weapon confrontation, even a small slope can be considered an advantage.
The people above have longer attack distances, wider attack targets, and more powerful weapons. The people below want to rush forward, but before they can swing their weapons, they have to waste an entire movement on raising their legs.
So, although the Ronin group in the longhouse does not have a leader. However, a group of people who make money by licking blood with knife heads still rely on their bloody courage and ruthlessness to at least not lose this stronghold.
"Hold on, hold on"
The ronors waved samurai swords and spears against the wall, while shouting and encouraging each other to make sure that they were still alive and that the defense area they were responsible for had not been destroyed. Break through.
"The bandits will not let go, even if they want to survive, they must block it."
At the gate of the longhouse courtyard, a thin wooden door has been chopped from the outside. It was so smashed that there were several big holes in the door panel.
The two ronin, who knew a little bit about pistol skills, stretched out their spears from the large hole in the door panel. The metal blades swayed like poisonous snakes, so that the bandits at the main entrance did not dare to approach for a while.
The two spear ronin encouraged each other and checked for each other's mistakes. But even so, they knew in their hearts that the situation was getting worse.
After all this time, no reinforcements from the Hirata clan have arrived. However, the bandits' momentum grew louder and louder, and the screams and cries outside became smaller and smaller.
Everyone in the castle town was almost killed
What they are doing now is nothing more than fighting against a trapped beast.
At this moment, the bandits who were afraid to come forward by the spears at the gate seemed to suddenly come up with a good plan.
With their cheeks covered with a layer of black putty, they smiled in the firelight and drizzle.
"That monk" the bandit holding a torch waved the light source in his hand towards the distance and shouted.
"Aren't you monks with the Jumonji Gun some ninja killers? Come over and do a favor, break down the courtyard gate, and give you a share of the contents. This is the courtyard where those wanderers live."
< p>The two spear ronin guarding the gate looked at each other. In the darkness beyond the yard, a shining spear head was first revealed.The head of this gun is half a meter long, and the entire gun is at least three and a half meters long
The ashigaru spears in their hands reached two meters into the sky. Even if their bodies had been pierced by someone else's spearhead, they couldn't even be hit by their own spearhead
"He just said monk"
Suddenly, a ronin with a spear appeared He said with trembling lips.
Big gun and monk, when these two words are combined, a thunderous image of a wanderer emerges.
Mishan-yuan
A group of monks who wear Buddhist skins, work as mercenaries, and use the secret spear skills of the temple
Calling themselves monks, in fact I just think the organizational structure of the temple is more convenient.
Sure enough, when the man holding the big gun came out of the darkness, he was dressed like a Japanese monk.
Wearing straw sandals, black clothes and white trousers, a white turban on his head, and a few strings of Buddhist beads on his chest.
But what came out of his mouth was not compassionate at all.
"The young monk who wielded the spear smiled and accepted the harvest."
It seems that killing all the lives of the people inside is not something worth caring about.
The ronin at the door watched as the monk from Mishan Temple came closer and took a stance with a big gun.
The man's muscles and bones tightened inch by inch, the end of the gun was on his side, and the tip of the gun pointed downwards at an angle to the ground. The steps are forward and backward, as if charging.
After he assumed this posture, he never paid attention to the gun head protruding from the wooden door, as if it was not an iron tool that could pierce human flesh, flesh and bones, but just a children's wooden toy.
His back foot kicked the ground, causing a splash of mud. In the horrified and desperate eyes of the ronin behind the wooden door, the head of the Jumonji spear of the Mishan-in monk brought about a spiral airflow without rotating at all
The density of the airflow was so high that even The white streamlines can be seen directly with the naked eye
This is the powerful application of Mishanin's spear technique.
Even based on sensory evaluation, this gun can penetrate a half-meter-thick earth wall, let alone a thin wooden door.
Wooden doors and The two ronin at the back were no different from ragdolls in front of this shot.
"Mishanyuan Yuanzhen, the monk accepted your bequest with a smile."
The bandits behind Mishanyuan Yuanzhen were also exposed by this shot An expectant expression. After all, they will be able to rush in and buy for zero dollars soon.
But just when the spear-wielding monk soldier relied on the strength of his spear skills to leap into the air and rush towards the target.
Outside the siege of the bandits, I suddenly remembered a muffled sound.
The air was torn apart, and a special warhead flew at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, accurately capturing Mishanin Enma's movement trajectory.
Leaping in the mid-air, the big spear entangled in the air flow was like the monk soldiers of the Ming King who came to the world.
A small stream of blood burst out from his left waist.
The original letter under the headscarfHis eyes, full of heart and murderous intent, suddenly widened at this moment.
It was not a normal opening of the eyes, but the eyelids were opened to the limit under the severe pain
The internal organs were crushed into minced meat, and the special projectiles rolled in his abdominal cavity, and finally When it burst out from the right waist, it directly opened a hole as big as a bowl of ocean in his body
"Uuuu"
The white turban was suddenly spit out The blood was stained red.
The core strength group of the waist and abdomen was damaged, and the spear skills were completely scattered in an instant.
The spear head carrying huge kinetic energy changed from a straight thrust to an irregular sweep.
And in the darkness, a tall and strong figure rushed out at the right time.
He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways, his broad body and armor directly knocking the four or five bandits surrounding the courtyard into the range of the dancing gun heads.
Although the spear skills were broken, the iron blade that had accumulated enough energy still directly cut off the bodies of these bandits.
Behind Lan En, Kotaro led an obviously much larger team and rushed towards the group of bandits in a swarm.
"Don't be afraid if they stand too scattered to kill them."
Lan En himself, on the other hand, was still uneasy and rushed directly towards Mishanin Enma who had released his spear.
The bandit blocking the road couldn't even stop his steps and was knocked away.
The seriously injured monk soldier did not even have time to collapse, and a big hand directly grasped his face.
Then while turning his hands, the big hand pressed the back of his head and made hard contact with the ground.
"Bang"
Brain, blood, and mud mixed together and turned into a strangely colored puddle.
Lan En stood up slowly, shook his silver-white hair that was wetted by the rain, and calmly looked at the piece of meat on the ground that was still twitching nervously.
This man’s air gun blade is amazing.
It's a pity that this spear's ability to change tactics in battle is not very strong.
The witcher shook his head and walked towards the longhouse courtyard where the battle situation had been decided.
In summary, this is an imperfect gun skill.
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