I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

I had a similar feeling once, and it was with the boss—but his boss doesn’t like to fight with others very much. If he is not in the mood, even if Vasili wears his mouth, his boss will never fight him .

Vahily himself forgot when he first fought against his boss.

He very much wanted to experience the exhilarating feeling he had just experienced from Ogata again.

"You really like boxing with others..." Ogata murmured, "It's okay. But is your body okay? When I sparred with you just now, every punch I made was not light. If you only rest for a few days, will your body be able to recover?"

"No problem! I have been fighting with people since I was a child. I grew up fighting with people! I have developed a thick skin long ago."

"The wounds you left me today, just need to rest for a few days, and they will be completely healed."

Seeing that Vasily only asked to fight him again, Ogata couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

Vasili's fiery gaze just now made Ogata think that he was going to raise some strange conditions...

"In that case, I will trouble you." Ogata said, "When your boss arrives, please go to Kuma Village and let us know."

"However, when we go to other villages in the future, we need to follow the clues of the two people we are looking for, so we may not be in the village for a few days."

"Okay." Vasili nodded, "I will notify you when the boss comes back."

"If you happen to be out of the village, I'll tell our boss about your desire to buy a gun first."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Ogata bowed lightly to Vasili again, "Then let's take our leave first."

Vahili stood up: "I'll send you out of our camp."

"No need." Ogata said quickly, "We remember the way we left."

Although Ogata said that there is no need to send them off, Vahili insisted on sending them off.

Seeing that Vasili insisted on being a landlord, Naogata didn't say anything more, and let Vasili lead the way.

Vahili is also really resistant to fighting. He just said that he has a thick skin, but he is really not bragging.

When I fought with Ogata just now, after receiving so many heavy punches from Ogata, I can still walk and talk well, and still have the strength to send Ogata and the others out of their camp.

As soon as he got out of the tent where Vasili lived, Xu Bian saw Vasili's subordinates busy.

Ogata guessed that these people who can still walk well should be busy taking care of those companions who were injured in the "traditional activity" just now...

He heard groans and cries of pain not far away...

"Why do you have a traditional activity that brings out many wounded people, and it can last for thousands of years..." A-Ming listened to the moans and cries of pain one after another, with a puzzled face, "Although we have many similar activities in Japan. activities, but they are all point-to-point, but there is no one who beats people like you..."

"Hahahaha!" Vasili laughed a few times, "This is probably due to the character of the nation!"

"Although many people are injured every time in our traditional activities."

"But there are some benefits to such an activity."

"The biggest advantage is that it can kill everyone's energy."

"As long as the energy is spent, it's not easy to think about all kinds of messy things."

"Under the request of the boss, we can't do any bad things. Fighting has become one of the important ways for us to spend our energy."

"If you can't even fight, I feel that there will be many people who can't bear this boring life."

"Can't do bad things?" Ogata raised his eyebrows, "Your boss still has such a request?"

"Our boss... I don't know whether to call him noble or pedantic." Vasili shrugged, "He doesn't allow us to do any bad things."

"So during the four years we left our homeland and went to the Far East, we were like a group of noble knights."

Vasily changed his tone half-jokingly.

"Wherever I go, I will never do anything evil."

"Not only don't do anything evil, but do something good now and then."

"Ah, so-called knights, you can understand that kind of noble people."

"There used to be two people who didn't listen to the boss's discipline, sneaked into a certain village and harmed a village girl."

"Then the boss hanged those two people in front of everyone and the villagers of that village."

"Thanks to the boss, he is very charming and very good at dominating others."

"Otherwise, if other people were brought in and the subordinates were not allowed to do all kinds of bad things, the team would have already collapsed due to low morale."

Speaking of this, Vasily sighed lightly.

"I don't know how the boss is doing now."

"I must be enjoying the adventure..."

"Speaking of which - I don't know what your boss's name is." Ogata said, "What's your boss's name?"

"His name is Skulucci. Skulucci Dorfnar. A Scotchman, and a Cossack at the same time."

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At this moment-

Ezo, somewhere——

Today is a cloudy day.

A few rays of sunlight struggled through the thick clouds, sprinkled like light dust on the white snow field.

Everywhere is white.

The ground is white, and leaves, grass, and stones are all covered with a thick layer of snow.

But in this world, which is all white as far as the eye can see, there is a very conspicuous and abrupt red.

This red is actually red hair.

A young man with short red hair was sitting on a boulder.

Every now and then a breeze would blow, stirring his red hair.

His red hair stood out against the snow-white.

At this time, he used to hold a map in his left hand... To be precise, it was a half-drawn map, while holding a pencil in his right hand, he was scribbling on the semi-finished map in his hand while looking at the scenery ahead. .

He was on a high ground with an unobstructed view of the lowlands ahead.

He was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Boss! Boss! Boss Scruucci!"

At this moment, excited shouts sounded from behind the red hair.

The red-haired man looked back and saw a young man with freckles running towards him carrying 6 rabbits.

"Boss Scruucci! Look! I caught so many rabbits!"

"Hey! Afjah!" the redhead yelled, "Where did you hunt so many rabbits?"

"Boss Skulucci, have you forgotten what I told you before? Rabbits are very stupid animals!" said the freckled youth, "Just throw a stick at the rabbit's head, and they will mistakenly think that they have been attacked. bird attack, and plunged headlong into the snow, unable to move!"

"I'm lucky today! I caught 6 fat rabbits in a row with this method!"

"Afjay! You're a fucking genius for hunting!"

"Your hunting skills alone are enough to confer a title!"

"If I were the king of England, I would give you an earl! The fief should be in Glamorgan! I will make you the Earl of Glamorgan!"

"Let's go! Let's go back to camp! Set up the pot! Light up the fire! Prepare to eat rabbit meat!"

After finishing speaking, the red-haired put away the unfinished map and pen in his hand, warmly embraced the shoulder of the freckled young man, and strode towards the camp they set up not far away.

"Boss Skulucci." The freckled youth who was carrying six fat rabbits asked the red-haired youth beside him, "Is the map ready? When are we going back to Lord Vasili?"

"Soon, soon!" the red-haired said, "The map can be drawn the day after tomorrow at the latest!"

If Vasili was present, after seeing the red-haired young man, he would definitely call out "boss" very affectionately.

Because this red-haired young man is the leader of their group—Skulucci Dofnar.

This time out for drawing, Scruucci brought a total of 12 subordinates.

After returning to the camp not far away, Skulucci saw another 11 subordinates rushing around the camp.

"Guys! Turn your eyes away!" Scruucci shouted. "Look at the six fat rabbits in Afja's hands! We're eating rabbits today!"

As soon as Scruucci's voice fell, cheers immediately sounded one after another.

Afterwards, everyone prepared to eat with quick movements.

A pan for a pan.

The splitting of the splitting wood.

Burning fire burning fire.

Rabbit Killer Rabbit Killer.

As for Sculucci - he was lying on a hammock not far away, holding a book in his hand, reading it with relish.

As the boss, he has the privilege of doing nothing but lying down and waiting for dinner.

The book Scruucci was reading now was an English translation.

So only people who know English can understand what is written on the cover of the book - "Don Quixote".

When Scruucci was reading a book, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Then he abruptly closed the book in his hand.

"guys!"

Scruucci jumped from the hammock.

"I heard the sound of a large number of horses approaching us from the west!"

"Stop what the hell you're doing! Take out your guns!"

"Remember not to take out the wrong one! It's a gun in your crotch!"

Having said that, Scruucci grabbed a very long rifle from the side—a Kentucky long rifle.

As soon as Scruzzy said this, the expressions of the subordinates around him changed drastically, and then they hurriedly stopped all work in hand and picked up their respective rifles.

The rifles used by these subordinates of Sculucci are also the most advanced rifles at present-Kentucky long rifles.

They are all old people who have followed Scruucci for a long time.

Having been with Scruzzy for so long, they already knew-Scruzzy's senses are very sensitive.

Sensitive like a superpower.

He said that if something is close, something must be close.

They stopped what they were doing, took out their weapons, took cover, and aimed their guns at the west side that Scruucci had just mentioned—their movements were done in one go, like a group of well-trained soldiers.

Before long, they also heard the sound of horseshoes.

Scruucci was right again.

There really were a lot of horses approaching them from the west.

This sound, there are at least 50 horses.

Some of the younger ones swallowed involuntarily.

As for Skulucci——he is an old god on the ground, using a big tree as a cover, looking very leisurely, and still humming a little tune.

Finally—the large number of horses showed their figures.

The large number of horses approaching them had people sitting on them.

And the clothes of this group of people are extremely similar to Skulucci and the others.

As for the person walking in the front, Scruucci was very familiar.

"Wow~~" Scruucci whistled, "Isn't this Vladimir? It's been a long time."

Like Skulucci, this cavalry team was also a Cossack expedition sent by the Tsar of Lucia to explore the Far East.

And the leader was also someone Skulucci knew—Vladimir.

"Isn't this Skulucci? I saw cooking smoke here just now, so I asked someone to come over and take a look. I didn't expect to meet you here." Vladimir waved his hand to signal the subordinates behind him to stop.