Chapter 217 216. Killing Thieves
Lan En followed his ronin across the wooden bridge, and saw a ninja sitting slumped against the roots of a tree on the other side on a high slope on the other side.
He was wearing a short cloak that seemed to be woven from raptor feathers, and a weird Japanese mask on his face.
Wears strangely and is not equipped with armor.
When Lan En came to take a look, he could clearly feel that this man's breathing pattern showed traces of ninja training.
"Who are you?"
Lan En has only seen three ninjas, two old men, and wolves so far. He has never seen a guy dressed like this.
This man was seriously injured. Even with a specially trained physique, he probably wouldn't be able to last more than ten minutes.
"Are you...that foreign warrior?"
While panting and coughing up blood foam, he tried to raise his head and look at the person in front of him.
"I was ambushed in advance. Go and save Lord Miko. Hurry."
At the end of his life, this man still cared about his master wholeheartedly, but Lan En did not leave quickly at his urging.
"As a ninja, you were ambushed in advance. You should know that this is abnormal, right? Who is arranging the security of Pingtian Village recently?"
Immediately distinguish between friend and foe, in Lan En's heart is the first priority.
A traitor can do more damage than an enemy.
The eyes of the ninja on the ground widened under the mask at first, and then calmed down.
Ninja is a profession that grows up in cruelty. This dying ninja quickly accepted the fact that he was betrayed.
"The only people who can arrange my course of action are Mr. Butterfly and Mr. Xiao."
After saying these last few words, the ninja lowered his head to his belly. , completely out of breath.
The corners of Lan En's mouth twitched.
Okay, the traitor is one of those two old ninjas who seem to be difficult to deal with, or both?
The situation is really bad to a certain extent.
Immediately, Lan En turned around and left without any delay, heading towards Pingtian Manor.
At least the target range has been narrowed down to two people. This is the gain.
"Pingtian Manor has not completely fallen yet. Later, with me as the vanguard, we will rush into the manor!"
In fact, if Lan En encountered thugs with the level of bandits, he could definitely kill them by himself.
But at first, he didn’t know what other methods the enemy had, so it would be safer to prepare manpower to respond. Secondly, having one more helper who dares to kill people will increase the killing efficiency.
"Everyone." Lan En's cat eyes scanned all the men in front of him, his tone was calm and rational.
"We are all ronin who have been in Ashina Kingdom, and have a good reputation. When the imperial government comes, we will definitely pay the debt. If you have illusions, it is better to commit suicide on the spot. If you want to last long, the only way to do it now is We have to protect the Hirata clan!”
Before a tough battle, you need to unite your thoughts, even if you only have a few ronin at your disposal.
Lan En's knowledge and memory told him that the fewer manpower there was, the more effort should be made on this point.
After rational analysis, both emotionally and rationally, the ronin must regard the task of "maintaining the Hirata clan" as protecting their own wealth and life.
After saying this, the Ronin's eyes no longer flickered, but became more determined and ruthless.
Most ronin are cruel. They will fight for anyone who doesn't want them to make money or live.
As for Kotaro and those Ashigaru who were stuffed in by the Hirata clan, their will to fight is firm without encouragement.
They had to rely on the Hirata clan to survive in troubled times, and their children were all in the castle town of Hirata-so, and they were already impatient.
"Very good, let's go!"
The men who had formed a battle formation nodded towards Lan En, took a deep breath in front of the closed manor door, and waited.
And Lan En moved his ankles and knees a little, and rushed directly towards the wall next to the gate!
The gate of Pingtianzhuang is a very typical Eastern style gate, with a wide eave covering the top of the main entrance.
The wall is much simpler, just a four-meter-high stone wall.
Although Lan En has not practiced the [Light Body Technique] yet, he can do it through sprinting, borrowing force from the wall, and his super-standard arm strength.
With a clean turn, he easily crossed this wall that ordinary people would have to build a ladder to get through.
As soon as he landed, he saw that there were still many people gathered in the castle town armed with various weapons or farm tools, fighting and dealing with the bandits. ‘They didn’t even clear the gate. Did the main force go directly to the inner house? ’
After only thinking for a moment, Lan En directly pulled off the door bolt on the door next to him, which was as wide as an ordinary person's waist.
Pull the wide and strong door open to both sides.
Outside the door, the ronin group who had been prepared for a long time could not help but start shouting and cheering as the gap gradually widened.
Then follow Lan En’s instructions and rush in! Start strangling the scattered bandits!
In Lan En's eyes, these bandits have never been a problem except their quantity.
They have no discipline, and it is impossible for them to pile up the property in Pingtian Village. They will definitely not be able to accept the efficiency of robbery.
And the bandits who were scattered met the rogues who were dispatched in groups, and the ending was predictable.
With a "bang", Lan En kicked out a samurai sword from the hand of a corpse at his feet.
He directly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and passed through the chest of a bandit who was pulling a lot of silk cloth. The guard on the handle of the knife caught his chest and nailed him. on the wall.
When the witcher walked over, in the small wooden house where the bandits had robbed the silk cloth, the bodies of a young peasant woman and an old couple were piled together. The blood is spreading outward.
These bandits are not only here to steal things, they are also here to kill.
The Ronin group organized by Lan En is simply invincible to the scattered enemies.
In cold weapon battles, as long as the gap in combat effectiveness is not too big, forming a battle formation is better than being alone!
The Ronin team eliminated the enemies very quickly. When Kotaro led the men to kill again and returned to Lan En, he still had a few thick chicken feathers on his head.
It seems that the live chickens raised in captivity have come out to join in the fun because they were frightened.
But it looked like they were all hacked to death by the battle formation.
Lan En looked at Kotaro's expression. His eyes were blood red, and blood, sweat, and snot were mixed together and flowing down.
"Have you found your mother?"
Lan En asked suddenly.
He still remembered that Kotaro said that his mother lived in the castle town.
But this little man with a wretched face just gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice.
"It's gone."
"Sir, where should we counterattack next?"
The mother is gone, and there are only four words in his mouth. Then turn back to the next step of action planning.
But Lan En could feel that he was not sad. On the contrary, when he was relaying his mother's teachings while drawing water from Longquan River, his proud expression could not be deceived.
When talking about the "Star Offering Ceremony" that his mother asked for for him, he couldn't pretend to feel cared about.
He is not good-looking, but his mother loves him.
However, people who survive in harsh environments always have a sense of realism.
Because they want to live, even if the person closest to them dies in front of them, they must continue to think about the daily necessities that are right in front of them, because life will not give them time to stop mourning.
If you don’t work for a while, you will have nothing to eat. If you don’t work for a day, you will have no food for a day.
This gives people the illusion that they are not sad.
And now, the "firewood, rice, oil and salt" in front of Kotaro are the bandits.
Lan En looked down at his palms.
Just a few hours ago, his hands had squeezed open the Renqi ball made for him by a corpse here, and let the water of Longquanchuan sprinkle on his body to cure diseases and gain blessings.
"We fight back to the stronghold. There are still people there who we have not gone out to patrol. We are the group most likely to preserve combat effectiveness."
"Yes!"
Lan En ordered, and then Kotaro couldn't wait to do it, as if if he took a step slowly, he would be entangled by some annoying thoughts.
The young demon hunter pursed his lips and looked at the back of the short man.
He had no way to comfort Kotaro. All he could do was to help Kotaro solve the "firewood, rice, oil and salt" in front of him. That is to say——
Kill the thief.
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(End of this chapter)