Chapter 219 218. Strange Giant Soldier
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 Rongers present can think clearly about the truth after calming down a little.
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 beheading, so they went straight to the inner house of Hirata 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 Pingtian Village is complex, but to him, this level of battlefield structure is just a trivial matter that cannot be brought to the fore in [Memory Diving].
Standing at a high place, pouring down a bottle of [Cat] potion, superhuman senses can clearly observe the majority of the enemy 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 here and there in this bloody night of blazing fire!
From the frightened voices of these people, Lan En knew that the person in charge of Pingtianzhuang's defense system recently was the giant ninja - Xiao.
The fact that these ashigaru were scattered so much even though there were still quite a few of them was probably due to that guy's 'arrangement of troops'.
Arranging troops and mobilizing a team of soldiers to fight. This is a new experience for Lan En.
But he seems to be born to adapt to this kind of heavy responsibility.
Others entrusted him with strength and life, 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 [Memory Diving] 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, he was able to basically limit every battle he arranged to end within three minutes.
After more than an hour, the bandits in the entire castle town had even been cleared away by Lan En!
“The art of command?. Tsk, it takes more brains than fighting.”
Lan En patted his forehead.
Relying on the reinforcements of Mentos, he could barely keep up with the performance of the Emperor's Children in his memory in terms of thinking speed.
But other people’s thinking speed is normal, but for him now, it is already a kind of ‘overclocking’.
Shaking his head slightly, Lan En gave himself a sip of [Swallow] to speed up his recovery.
Then he said to Kotaro, who had firm and respectful eyes under the eaves: "The castle town is safe enough. We have no worries. Next we should advance to the inner house."
Although the ronin and ashigaru below were all gasping for air, and some even had the hands holding their swords shaking, when Lan En's order was given, they all shouted yes with blood boiling.
On the battlefield of flesh and blood, a commander who can give people 100% victory will be regarded as a [god] by the soldiers!
The castle town and the inner palace area are connected by a small bridge. Under the cliff of this wooden bridge is a small tributary of Longquan River.
Lan En took the lead in scouting and approached the area, observing in the bamboo forest on the slope.
As soon as he glanced at it, he couldn't help but frown.
"That fat boy is a bit strong!"
The small bridge is not wide, and on this bridge there is a huge figure wearing a simple armor pocket standing in the middle.
He is about 2.5 meters tall, with powerful fat muscles all over his body. Look at this big general belly.
In his hand was a 1.56-meter all-iron mace, swinging like a child's toy, whipping the lawn and hitting the mud.
If an ashigaru of Kotaro's size were to hit him, he would probably not be able to kill more than thirty people.
But for such a person who sounds similar to a fierce general in ancient literature, his face has a very typical "Down syndrome" look.
The distance between the eyes is very large, the eyes are small and lifeless, and they look like they are demented.
Lan En turned back and described the 'weird man' he saw to Kotaro, a local.
It stands to reason that a guy with this body type 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. "Taro soldier!"
"It's the Tailang soldiers 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 sent them to They were trained as monk soldiers in the temple and were called 'Tarang soldiers.'"
The short man gritted his teeth angrily.
"It must be these bandits who kidnapped lone Tarang soldiers in the mountains as helpers! They are just like children, easy to deceive!"
Lan En frowned and listened.
Adopt a group of children, all of them look like this? ! Is it that outrageous?
Lan En felt vaguely that something was wrong, but thinking about the confident words of Kotaro, a local, and the chickens and fish he had seen, he was not ready to say anything more.
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 it at anyone. Don’t worry about hitting 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 Senho Temple, and people like Mishanin would be killed at will. However, facing Taro Bing who was born in Senho Temple, he really had a mental obstacle.
Those Taro soldiers are simply overgrown children!
There are many people with his mentality among Lan En’s men today.
There are not many bandits defending the bridge, which is in line with Lan En's conjecture.
The enemy was so eager to behead him that he didn't even take care of his 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 nodded slightly.
"Whoosh!"*5
On the small bridge, two bandits holding large wooden signs were directly shot by a volley.
Their big wooden signs only faced forward, and their armor didn't even cover their stomachs. Even if they were hit by short bow arrows, the arrows would be 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? Who is it? 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 Taro Bing in silence.
How can a child-like mind be able to bear the approach of someone like Lan En, who is silent and staring?
The fear on Tarang 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.
"Retreat! The evil demon retreats! Retreat?"
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 that person is already ready to throw out!
“Bang!”
With an expressionless face, Lan En used the handle of the mace without spikes, like a baseball, and hit Tarang Bing’s belly armor pocket directly. .
“Ugh!”
At least two hundred kilograms of flesh even briefly lifted off the ground! Even the acid water in his stomach was knocked out.
Then, the heel of the studded leather glove pushed up toward his chin.
Only hearing the violent collision of teeth, this frighteningly strong Tarang soldier collapsed limply.
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(End of this chapter)