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With the people brought by Chen Jie, Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji felt much more relaxed. They simply went sightseeing in and around Kyoto, and experienced a different kind of scenery.
Although it is winter, the sunshine still shines unstintingly on this land.
"No more shopping!"
Fang Xing has never been a recreational person, but he felt weak in his feet when he was only halfway down a mountain.
This place is located halfway up the mountain, with a flat land in front and a few small woods here and there, which is quite elegant.
Zhu Zhanji couldn¡¯t stand it anymore and gasped: ¡°Have a rest before leaving.¡±
Jia Quan and Xin Laoqi took people to search several woods, and then set up police posts. Fang Xing then sat down on the ground, grinned and took off his shoes to relax.
Zhu Zhanji was sitting downwind and was moving his calves when he smelled a sour smell.
Turning around, Fang Xing was rubbing his feet with a contented look on his face.
This person doesn¡¯t feel guilty at all about releasing poisonous gas bombs!
Jia Quan quickly stood to the side, and then asked hesitantly: "Uncle, this why don't you find someone to serve you?"
A man who leaves a woman has this unkempt virtue!
Fang Xing¡¯s socks had a hole in them, and his long toenails hadn¡¯t been cut for who knows how long, and they were brazenly showing off outside.
"Who do I need to serve me?"
Fang Xing felt that the holes in his socks were pinching his toes, so he said angrily: "Knife, bring out a pair of socks."
Xiao Dao is carrying a backpack. In Jia Quan¡¯s impression, this bag is like a treasure bag, containing everything.
After putting on a new pair of socks, Fang Xing finally felt comfortable.
"Shall we eat here for lunch?"
Fang Xing felt a little hungry.
There is no water source here. Zhu Zhanji looked at Fang Xing's hands that had rubbed his smelly feet and quickly made an excuse: "It's better to go back, so as not to worry Mr. Yang and the others."
Fang Xing said regretfully: "It's a pity, I just thought of a delicious dish today, and I won't want to touch it when I get back."
"Who is it? Come out!"
There was a sharp shout from behind, and Fang Xing suddenly stood up, drew his sword, and gave orders in one go.
"Retreat! Protect His Highness!"
Zhu Zhanji drew his sword at the same time, pushed away Jia Quan who was blocking him, and said with piercing eyes: "It must be those fish that slipped through the net! Just catch them all in one catch!"
The guards on the side were coming, and the police sentry near the cliff suddenly shouted: "Enemy attack!"
As soon as Fang Xing turned around, he saw two men in green clothes jumping up from the edge of the cliff. The man was in mid-air, and as soon as he moved his hand, the police sentry clutched his throat and fell down the cliff.
"Old Seventh!"
Fang Xing pulled Zhu Zhanji behind him and shouted.
"Master, there are monk soldiers coming down from the mountain!"
Fang Wu and several scouts slowly retreated, keeping their eyes on the mountain. "Three hundred people! Seventh Brother! Send the signal!"
Xin Laoqi's expression remained unchanged. He took out three fireworks from his backpack, lit them with the windproof lighter given by Fang Xing, and then pointed them at the sky.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The sharp sound resounded through the valley, and then after three sudden explosions, yellow flames exploded all over the sky.
"Kill the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty!"
There were shouts from the mountain road not far away, and then more than twenty Japanese Japanese in green climbed up from the cliff. Each of them had Japanese swords in their hands, and they had a strong body shape and rushed towards them.
"put!"
Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji¡¯s protective force consisted of more than thirty servants, and the others were all at the foot of the mountain.
Zhu Zhanji looked around. If he fled down the mountain, it would be a chase, and he didn't know if there was an ambush along the way.
"Kill them all!"
Fang Xing¡¯s attention was on the other side of the cliff. Following his order, Xin Laoqi took out a musket with a thick barrel, then stuffed a pack of shotshells into it and lit it on fire.
¡°Bang!¡±
The huge reaction force made Xin Laoqi take two steps back, but the green-clothed assassins in front felt the malice coming from the firearms.
"ah¡¡"
None of the dozen or so people who rushed to the front were spared, and they were all rolling and screaming on the ground with their chests and abdomen in their hands.
The remaining people looked shocked, but Jia Quan shouted angrily: "Shoot them to death!"
With their bows drawn and arrows drawn, Zhu Zhanji's guards let go as ordered.
Fang Xing didn¡¯t need to look here. He turned around and saw the monk soldiers rushing down in a crowd, as well as the familiar long sword.
"Grenade!"
Xin Laoqi shouted loudly, feeling a little unhappy after not commanding a battle for a long time.
Fang Xing¡¯s servants all have a backpack, and their clothes are all different, full of pockets and inexplicable buckles.
Xiao Dao took out a grenade from the bag on his waist, lit it and threw it into the crowd in front.
Of the seven grenades, one of them was shot out by the monk soldier with a long knife, and the remaining six exploded.
"Grenade!"
There were too many monk soldiers, and Xin Laoqi did not want to be trapped in a tight siege, so he ordered grenades to be thrown again.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
Under two rounds of grenade attacks, the monk soldiers who suffered heavy casualties still rushed forward.
¡°Bang!¡±
Xin Laoqi only had time to fire off a shot, so he threw away the large-barreled musket that Zhu Fang specially built for him. Then he pulled out his long knife and slashed off the right arm of the monk soldier who rushed forward.
Fang Xing led Zhu Zhanji back to the cliff. He held a real grenade in his hand and looked around. He happened to see the knife throwing the flying knife, and then he rushed up with the knife.
The disparity of seven to eight to one made Fang Xing a little anxious. He even thought about bringing out something shocking.
An interception line composed of more than thirty people looked in danger. Within a few moments, three of Zhu Zhanji's guards died.
¡°It¡¯s right up there, hurry up!¡±
After hearing this voice, both Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief.
The panting scout Baihu arrived. Seeing that Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were safe at the back, they immediately used volleys of guns to block the monk soldiers' backup.
¡°Bang bang bang bang bang!¡±
Seeing the monk soldiers behind him fall down piece by piece after being hit by volleys of guns, Fang Xing gritted his teeth and said: "No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can knock them down with one shot! Damn it! I'm going to kill someone!"
Zhu Zhanji also looked livid and sneered: "I originally wanted to wait a little longer, but now it seems that the temples in Japan must be cleaned up."
There were too many temples in Japan. Under the influence of the middle and upper classes, Buddhism blossomed everywhere in Japan, and the number of people was overwhelming.
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But after being attacked today, both of them realized one thing.
The monks of the Japanese country are also unwilling to be lonely. The forces behind them are entangled and intertwined, which cannot be explained by Buddhism.
Watching the scouts from Baihu pressing forward step by step, volleying guns one after another, the monk soldiers could no longer resist. Suddenly one of the monk soldiers shouted, holding a knife in both hands, cut off a guard in the waist, and then rushed towards him. Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji are here.
"Back off!"
"Back off!"
Fang Xing reached out and hugged Zhu Zhanji back, trying to drive Zhu Zhanji behind him.
But Zhu Zhanji was doing this action at the same time. For a moment, the two of them froze, and the monk soldier had already rushed forward.
"kill!"
The monk soldiers leaping high with fierce murderous intent slashed in the air with their swords. They seemed to recognize Zhu Zhanji and slashed in his direction. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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