I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

"Master" Inamori turned his head to look at Sadanobu Matsudaira who was walking slowly towards him with his hands behind his back.

"I thought those barbarians could only last for 3 or 4 days at most." Sadanobu Matsudaira walked to Inamori's side, and while looking at the distant fortress like Inamori just now, he continued slowly, " In the end, they lasted until the 11th day. Although they are just a bunch of barbarians, their perseverance has to be admired."

"Yeah." After the expression on Inamori's face changed for a while, he nodded his head with difficulty, "Although I don't want to admit it, the behavior of these barbarians these days is more like a samurai than some of our fallen guys."

Inamori turned his gaze back to the Red Moon Fortress.

"According to yesterday's battle report, the gang of barbarians who have lost the outer city wall and have almost no fighters are now at the end of their battle."

"Today is the last day of this battle."

"I have already prepared the deployment for the second army to continue to attack the city, and the cavalry and iron gunners will rush in to suppress the diehards who are still stubbornly resisting after the city gate is opened."

Matsudaira Sadanobu nodded: "In this fortress, let's plant the clover from our Edo shogunate."

Inamori: "Yes!"

Red Moon Fortress, inner wall

When the genius was just slightly bright, the only remaining fighters in the Red Moon Fortress were basically in their respective positions.

After days of bloody battles, the soldiers who could still stand and fight on the city walls had basically turned into young people who were too young.

No matter how stupid people are, they can feel from yesterday's difficult battle that they will be quite difficult today.

They might not be able to hold the fortress today.

The extremely low dark clouds in the sky now are like the spiritual portrayal of most people in the Red Moon Fortress.

Faced with this heavy-hearted situation, everyone showed different reactions.

Some young people showed fear on their faces.

Some young people look resolute.

There are also young people who look calm.

But no matter what kind of emotions the young people showed on their faces, they all stood firmly in their respective positions now, and no one flinched.

Chanup, Retannoe, and Lin Ziping are now standing in the middle of the inner city wall.

"The time to wait for Hejun to attack is really exhausting." Retannoe said to Chanup beside him abruptly.

"Well, yes," Chanup said.

"Now there are not many people who can come to guard our surroundings, so after the Hejun attack comes up later," Lei Tannoe suddenly smiled, "Don't accidentally die."

"Yeah." Chanup smiled like Raitannoe at this time, "Raitannoe, you too."

Machi sat where she had been yesterday, dabbing her Kentucky long rifle with a handkerchief.

The members of her "shooting team" have not yet arrived, so for now Machi is sitting alone in this place.

The Kentucky long rifles in the hands of A-Ming, picked up from the Cossacks who attacked the village of Kina, have made great contributions since yesterday.

After his body recovered to the state of being able to walk normally and fight on the city wall yesterday, Ah-cho had no intention of going back to Kunoya's clinic to lie down again.

Today, Ah-cho will continue to fight today with these rifles of hers.

After cleaning his five rifles one by one, A-Machi raised his head and looked out of the city.

His eyes seemed to be looking for something.

At this moment, an old male voice came from Ah Ding's side to her ears.

"I remember your name is Machi, right? We really have a wonderful fate."

A-Ming followed the voice, and cast a surprised look at the owner of the voice, Yugami.

At this moment, Yugami, holding his snow-white Japanese sword in his left hand, was walking slowly towards A-cho.

Tang Shen originally wanted to walk up the stairs to his post, but as soon as he walked up the stairs, he saw A-Ming sitting near the entrance of the stairs.

Tangshen is naturally no stranger to A-Ming.

After thinking for a while, out of courtesy, Tang Shen finally decided to come forward and say hello to this acquaintance.

Although he had a good night's rest, Tang Shen still had a tired look on his face that he couldn't even hide.

Although the right arm no longer trembled lightly, every time he moved the muscles of the right arm, there was still a pang of pain that penetrated into Tang Shen's mind and stimulated Tang Shen's nerves.

"Mr. Tangshen." After putting away the surprise in his eyes for a while, A-Ming smiled at Tangshen, "We are indeed destined."

"I've been hearing about your heroic deeds since you first climbed the city wall and fought with Mr. Chanup and the others."

"I didn't expect that the pet merchant who used to chat and laugh with us was such a skilled swordsman."

Although A-Ming has been lying in Kunoya's clinic to recuperate his injuries during this period of time, he is not deaf to what is going on outside the window.She has been asking Kunoya how the current battle is going.

Therefore, Ah Ding has long been aware of the struggles of people like Tang Shen and Lin Ziping.

"Skilled swordsman, you really flatter me." Tang Shen smiled wryly and shook his head, "The me now is just an old man whose muscles still have the memory of how to swing a sword and a gun."

After finishing speaking, Tang Shen shook the Japanese sword in his left hand.

"In a few years, I might not even be able to wield a knife."

At this time, Ah-machi's gaze was swaying up and down following Yushen's Japanese sword.

"Can you allow me to ask a question?" When he asked this sentence, the hesitation on A-Ming's face flickered several times, but in the end "curiosity" defeated "hesitation".

"Huh? You ask."

"The style of the knife you use is very different from the ordinary knife. Is this your modified knife? What is that thing hanging on the hilt?"

As a "little craftsman", Atachi, who once modified his Wakisashi, was full of curiosity about the suspected modified knife in Yushen's hand.

"This?" Tang Shen shook the Japanese sword in his left hand again, and the sword tassel hanging on the hilt also shook, "This is called sword tassel, it can be understood as a kind of decoration."

"I didn't modify this knife either. It's not a Dao, it's a Japanese sword."

"Japanese sword?" Ah-Ming seemed to recall something, his pupils shrank slightly.

"This is a kind of sword from Tang Dynasty. It combines the characteristics of Japanese Dao and Tang sword from Tang Dynasty." With a slight smile on Tang Shen's face, he looked at the knife in his left hand, "Although The body of the sword is very similar to that of a Japanese sword, but there is a big difference between a Japanese sword and a Japanese sword. The weight and center of gravity are very different, huh? Miss Atachi, what's wrong with you?"

It was only then that Tang Shen realized that Machi's expression was a little strange.

"It's nothing, I just remembered the rumors I heard before." A-cho raised his eyes, and looked up and down Tangshen several times with strange eyes, "A few months ago, my husband and I heard about the Years ago, there was a swordsman who used Japanese swords and gained a great reputation in the Ou area, but in the end he suddenly disappeared.”

"And that person's name is Shendu Rouzao, also known as Shendu Bujingzhai."

Tang Shen's expression changed rapidly with the fall of A-Machi's voice.

In the end, this rapidly changing complex expression turned into a wry smile with a bit of helplessness.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I could still hear the name of Shendu Bujingzhai from people other than Chanup. I thought the world might have forgotten me long ago."

"So you really are?" Ah Ding's expression could hardly conceal the shock.

Facing Machi's surprised gaze, Yugami nodded slightly in response.

Afterwards, before A-Ming had time to respond further to Tang Shen's nod, Tang Shen asked A-Ming:

"Miss Atachi, can you briefly tell me about the rumors you have heard about me before? I am a little curious."

Speaking of this, Tang God paused.

Then, while showing a complicated expression, he turned his head and looked out of the city.

"If you don't listen now, you may not have a chance in the future."

"The rumors I've heard about you are actually not many"

In as simple a language as possible, A-cho told all the rumors he had heard about Shendu's unclean fast.

All the way to talk about "the last time there was a rumor about Shendu, it was Shendu who promoted a certain Yakuza", Tang Shen let out a laugh as if he was amused.

"It is rumored that this kind of thing is really three people become a tiger."

After he stopped laughing, Tang Shen shook his head bitterly.

"Miss A-Ming, let me tell you the truth. Many of the rumors you have heard are wrong."

"These rumors portray me as some kind of free and easy knight."

"But it's not like that."

Tang Shen let out a long breath, then raised his head, looking at the dark clouds above his head, while showing memories.

"I'm not as good as portrayed in those rumors."

"I was born as a junior samurai in the Yonezawa clan. I have lived a poor life since I was a child."

"The only valuable things in the family are the treasured sword passed down from generation to generation in my hand, as well as the Japanese sword technique and Tang Tu's spear handling technique that are also passed down from generation to generation."

"I have suffered from poverty for as long as I can remember."

"So after practicing the Japanese sword and spear skills that the family is proud of to a small extent, I began to practice martial arts."

"My goal is simply to follow the example of Miyamoto Musashi 200 years ago, gain fame with a sword in his hand, and then be hired as an official to get rid of a poor life."

"That is to say, every time I swing a knife, I go for glory and wealth."

"So at that time, I only did things that would help increase my fame and fortune, such as beheading certain well-known swordsmen who had no grievances against me."

"I will not touch anything that is not beneficial to my fame and fortune, or that will bring me huge troubles, such as helping poor villagers get rid of corrupt officials."

Tang Shen shrugged while laughing at himself.

"It's a pity that times have changed. It's not the chaotic times of the Warring States Period 200 years ago."

"In the troubled times of the Warring States Period 200 years ago, Miyamoto Musashi could still win high officials and generous salary by virtue of his fame."

"And now, no matter how hard you try, no matter how famous you are, in this era of no war, there are very few daimyos who are willing to hire this kind of foreigner who has nothing but good swordsmanship as an official."

"Of course, maybe it's simply because my luck is relatively bad. In short, I have worked hard for several years, but I am still a low-level samurai who has no name to hire."

"Not only did not make an inch of merit, but he also made countless enemies. Every few days, someone would come to the door to seek revenge."

"However, the last time I appeared in the public eye was the rumor that I solved a bunch of Yakuza, which is true."

"By chance, I passed by a small town and met a little girl whose parents were killed by Yakuza."

"Then I didn't know what to think, and I took out the gang of Yakuza with a knife."

"At that time, seeing that I had no hope of getting an official position, I was already disheartened. I also gradually felt exhausted by the enemies who kept coming to seek revenge."

"So after I got rid of those Yakuzas, I simply ran to Ezodi to live in seclusion."

"Then I met Chanup, who was still a young man at that time, by various chances and coincidences, and then became close friends with Chanup. Of course, these are all later."

"Does that mean you have been friends with Mr. Chanup for decades?" A-cho asked back.

"Well, it is."

"Then you and Mr. Chanup have such a good relationship." A-Ming smiled, "I ran here alone to find Mr. Chanup in order to inform Mr. Chanup and others of the attack."

"Now with the knife again, fighting alongside Mr. Chanup."

"Hahaha." Hearing what A-Machi said, Tang Shen smiled, "Miss A-Machi, you are wrong."

"Running to inform Chanup and others of the attack, and then staying here, persuading him to run for his life is indeed out of friendship."

"But I chose to pull out the knife and help Chanup, not just for friendship."

"I think so"

When Tang Shenhua said this, he suddenly stopped, with his mouth slightly open, as if he was thinking and hesitating about something.

Seeing that Tangshen didn't speak for a long time, Ah-Ming was just thinking about whether to call Tangshen, when he heard the second half of Tangshen's words:

"Keeping Chanup alive is far more valuable than letting someone like me live. That's why I'm standing here with a knife in my hand."

A-Machi could clearly hear the change in tone of Tang Shen's words.

The tone in front was still a little low.

But the latter words seemed to be said with a suppressed smile, as if a heavy burden had suddenly been let go.

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, Tang Shen's eyes also showed a dazzling brilliance.

"Thank you, Ms. A-Ming." Tang Shen's mouth was pulled up, and a soft smile slowly bloomed on his face, "I am very happy to be able to talk about this with you when I don't know if I can have dinner tonight. happy."

"There is not much time now. It is time for me to go back to my post."

After finishing speaking, Tang Shen raised the knife and turned to leave.

After pointing his back towards Ating, Tang Shen raised his right hand and raised his right hand towards Ating without turning his head: "I wish you good luck, Miss Ating."