The inside of the longhouse of the Ronin group was just as Lan En expected.
It contains the most combative and organized group of people in the castle town.
After Lan En came back, these ronin looked at him as if they were their parents. Strictly speaking, saving someone's life is not like rebirthing a parent.
Before Lan En could ask them to rejoin the battle queue, Kotaro stood up and repeated what he had just said outside the manor to the surviving ronin.
The stakes will not change due to differences of words. After the panic of being surrounded and suppressed by the narrow escape just now, the rogues present can think clearly about the truth after a little calmness.
So without much trouble, this group of rogues with fierce eyes flashed with their knives in hand, preparing to follow their leader and fight for their own way out.
Perhaps the main combat force in this raid was bent on decapitation, so they went straight to the inner house of Pingtian Manor.
The people who stayed in the castle town were bandits who couldn't get on the stage.
Lan En doesn’t even need to take action, he only needs to rely on his observation of the battlefield situation and then issue an order. All that's left is to line up the manpower to receive the victory.
The terrain of Pingtianzhuang is complex, but to him, this level of battlefield structure is just a trivial matter that cannot be brought to the fore in deep memory.
Standing at a high place and drinking a bottle of cat potion, Superman's senses can clearly observe the majority of the enemy's numbers, and then allocate the combat power like a fish in water.
After he rescued his men from the longhouse of the Ronin group, there were many Hirata clan ashigaru who were scattered and knitted along the way, and he reorganized them into the team.
Nearly a hundred people were gathered scattered in this bloody night of fire
From the frightened voices of these people, Lan En knew that in the recent period, he was responsible for the defense of Pingtianzhuang. The system is that giant ninja owl.
The fact that these ashigaru were scattered so much even though there were still a large number of them was probably due to that guy's efforts in arranging his troops.
For Lan En, arranging troops and mobilizing a team of soldiers to fight was a new experience.
But he seems to be born to adapt to this kind of heavy responsibility.
Others entrusted their strength and life to him, and he naturally wanted to use these things perfectly.
Especially on the battlefield.
Lan En's ability to mobilize is getting stronger and stronger. The scenes in the deep memory appear before his eyes, reconstructed in his mind, and finally refined into knowledge and mastered by him.
At the beginning, the men he sent out would be tied up and fight hard for a while.
But later on, he was able to basically limit every battle he arranged to end within three minutes.
After more than an hour, Lan En had even wiped out the bandits in the entire castle town
“The art of commanding is more mind-consuming than fighting.. ”
Lan En patted his forehead.
Relying on Mentos’ reinforcement, he could barely keep up with the performance of the Emperor’s Children in his memory in terms of thinking speed. .
But the speed of thinking is normal for him.
Shaking his head gently, Lan En took a sip of swallow. Speed up the recovery.
Then he said to Kotaro, who had firm and respectful eyes under the eaves, "The castle town is safe enough. We have nothing to worry about. We should advance to the inner house next. ”
Although the ronin and ashigaru below were all panting, and some even had the hands holding the swords shaking, their blood was racing when Lan En’s order came out. The shouting should be.
In the bloody battlefield, a commander who can give people 100% victory will be regarded as a god by the soldiers
In the castle town and the inner house. There is a small bridge in the middle. Below the cliff of this wooden bridge is a small tributary of Longquan River.
Lan En took the lead in scouting and observed in the bamboo forest on the slope. >After taking a quick look, he couldn't help but frown.
"That fat guy is a bit strong."
The small bridge is not wide, and there is a robe on it. A huge figure wearing a simple armor stood in the middle. He was about two and a half meters tall. The last one, a 1.56-meter all-iron mace, was swinging in his hand like a child's toy, whipping the grass and hitting the mud.
If it were an ashigaru of Kotaro's size. On top of that, it is estimated that more than thirty people are not enough to kill him.
But for such a person who sounds similar to a fierce general in ancient literature, his face has a very typical look of Down syndrome.
The eyes were widely spaced, small and dull, looking dazed.
Lan En turned around and described the strange man he saw to Kotaro, a local. >
It stands to reason that a guy of this size must be quite famous in the local area.
As expected, after Lan En described it a little, Kotaro's eyes widened and he looked angry.
p>"Taro Soldier"
"It is Taro Soldier in Xianfeng Temple. The masters of Xianfeng Temple adopted a group of orphans. They all have such a strong body, but their brains are not easy to use. The masters took pity on them because they had no way out, so they trained them as monk soldiers in the temple and called them Tailang soldiers. "
The short man gritted his teeth angrily and said.
"It must be these bandits who kidnapped the lone Tarang soldiers in the mountains as helpers. They are just like children. It's easy to cheat."
Lan En frowned and listened.
Is it so outrageous to adopt a group of children and all look like this?
Lan En felt vaguely that it was not right Yes, but after thinking about Kotaro, a local, and the chickens and fish he had seen, he was not prepared to say anything more.What's up?
After all, he is just a stranger who doesn’t understand this land.
"In this case, then leave him to me. There is no blood on his mace, and it seems that he is indeed from Buddhism. Even if he was abducted to be a thug, he subconsciously did not point at anyone. Don't worry if I hit you, I won't kill him."
Kotaro looked at Lan En slightly nervously.
After the demon hunter said that he would not kill the Taro soldier, he breathed a sigh of relief and his face became relaxed.
Both he and his recently deceased mother were devout believers of Senhoji Temple. He would kill people like Mishanin at will, but when faced with Taro Bing, who was born in Senhoji Temple, he really had some obstacles in his heart. .
Those Tarang soldiers are simply overgrown children
There are many people with his mentality under Lan En today.
There were not many bandits defending the bridge, which was in line with Lan En’s conjecture.
The enemy was so eager to behead them that they did not even take care of their own retreat.
Returning to the small bamboo forest on the slope where Lan En had just stopped to observe, Lan En looked at the four ashigaru holding short bows around him one by one to confirm that they were all in good condition.
Then give a slight nod.
"Whoosh" 5
On the small bridge, two bandits holding large wooden signs were directly shot by a volley.
Their big wooden sign only faces in front of them, and the armor on their bodies does not even have a belly. Even if they are hit by short bow arrows, the arrows are enough to penetrate their internal organs.
Immediately screamed and fell down.
The confused Tarang soldier seemed to be startled, like a child, with a frightened expression and looking around with his arms around the mace.
"Who is who? What do you want to do?"
A wave of long-range attacks eliminated the possible troublemakers, and Lan En walked directly out of the bamboo forest.
He walked directly to Tarang Bing in silence.
How could a child-like mind stand up to a person like Lan En? He kept silent and stared closely at him
The fear on Tailang Bing’s face became more and more serious, until finally, The big man was so frightened that he screamed and swung the mace in his hand with his eyes closed.
"Back off the evil spirits, back off."
Lunwu felt a light touch on his hand, and Tarang Bing opened his eyes in confusion.
The iron rod between them, one meter and a half in length, was already in the hands of the person opposite.
And the man had already made a swinging stance
"Bang"
Lan En's face was expressionless, and he used the handle of the mace without spikes. Like a baseball, it hit Tarang Bing's belly armor pocket directly.
"Ugh"
At least two hundred kilograms of flesh even lifted off the ground for a short time, even the acid water in his stomach was ejected.
Then, the heel of the studded leather glove pushed up toward his chin.
I only heard the violent collision of my teeth., this frighteningly strong Tarang soldier collapsed limply.
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