I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

The whistle that Sakuma blew just now was called "Rabbit Flute".

Once the sound is blown, everyone has to evacuate immediately like a rabbit.

"Then what do you want?" Sakuma turned his head and cast a cold gaze at Bai Xiang behind him, "Can't you understand the situation just now?"

"Do you think we have a chance of winning when Shura approaches us?"

"When the chances of winning are slim, get out of the battle as soon as possible and preserve your combat power as much as possible. Don't tell me that you have even forgotten this common sense."

Hearing Sakuma's reprimand, Baixiang kept silent and did not refute.

Sakuma stopped slowly at this moment.

While adjusting his breathing, he turned his head and looked in the direction where he escaped just now.

"Although we were defeated by Shura just now, in the battle just now, we didn't gain anything at all."

"At least we got three pieces of important information."

"One: Shura is far stronger than we imagined, and he has this short gun at his side."

The scene of Ogata flying over the 8-meter distance like a bird just now flashed through Sakuma's mind.

"Two: Our tactics are wrong. We shouldn't let the troops responsible for dealing with Shura carry swords."

"Letting the troops responsible for dealing with Shura carry swords will only give Shura a chance to change swords."

"Sura doesn't have a powerful sword at his side now. If he wants to fight continuously, he has to change his sword frequently. So as long as the troops responsible for dealing with Shura don't have swords, Shura's supplies can be cut off."

"Three: Shura's current state does not seem to be good."

"The condition is very bad?" Baixiang asked puzzled, "How did you know that?"

"I didn't see it. My intuition told me." Sakuma said flatly, "Bai Xiang, I'll give you two tasks now."

Hearing the word "task", Baixiang's expression immediately became serious.

"The first task: help me to send an order to all the troops: When fighting with Shura, do not carry any swords on your body. Shura is far stronger than we imagined, and he has short guns on his body. You must not fight him in close combat. Beware of the short gun on his body. At the same time, tell all the troops: Shura's current physical condition is suspected to be poor, but even so, don't be careless."

"Second task: I will give you 8 people to clean up the battlefield just now, and don't let our warriors just expose their corpses to the wilderness."

"Yes." Baixiang respectfully said.

After the respectful voice echoed, Bai Xiang seemed to recall something, paused for a moment, and then asked Sakuma:

"Sakuma, do you want to gather that Yuji's body as well?"

"Huh?" Sakuma glanced at Baixiang, "Why are you so kind all of a sudden. Want to gather up the old man's body?"

"It's not a big show of kindness." Bai Xiang grinned, "I just think that my current task is to collect the corpses, so I can also deal with the corpse of the knife maker not far from here."

"After all, that old man is quite miserable, and what happened to him can be regarded as a sudden disaster."

"If it wasn't for helping Shura repair the knife, he probably wouldn't have encountered such a miserable thing."

"Don't do such idle things that only waste time." Sakuma said without hesitation, "After collecting the corpses, go back to the stronghold to gather, and don't let me find out what you did and the tasks I gave you irrelevant matter."

"All right. If you don't let me collect that person's body, then I won't." Seeing Sakuma's firm tone, Bai Xiang shrugged helplessly.

The home of Master Yuer not far from here

buzzing

The sound of flies flapping their wings became the only sound in this dilapidated hut.

In the house, it can be said that it has become a nest of flies.

Some flies are flying in the air.

Some flies landed on Yu Er, whose eyes were wide open, his head had been cut open, and he had no life at all, resting and laying eggs on Yu Er's corpse.

This originally simple but well-organized home is now in a state of disarray.

There are traces of being turned over and looking for things everywhere.

All the knives in the house were gone.

The only remaining knives in this knifemaker's house are kitchen knives.

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"All in all, I'm going to pay homage to my hometown, and I'll leave the task of collecting the corpses to you."

After all, Sakuma took out a small wooden cylinder with a thin hemp rope at the bottom from his arms. He aimed the mouth of the cylinder at the sky, and then pulled the hemp rope at the bottom hard.

laugh!

A little light of fire flew out along the mouth of the tube, and with a sound of "bang", the light of fire bloomed in the sky and turned into a purple flower.

"Sakuma, you asked me to collect the corpses. I don't have any objections." Baixiang curled his lips again, "But after collecting the corpses, can you give me some more interesting tasks? Since I was sent to your After you took over, you have been asking me to do some boring tasks."

"Tonight is a lively night rarely seen in a hundred years. Give me more interesting tasks."

Sakuma glanced at Baixiang: "The reason why you have been asked to do some boring tasks is because you are far from the time when you can be alone."

"You act impulsively and recklessly. When you learn to think calmly, you will naturally entrust interesting tasks to you."

After finishing speaking, Sakuma turned around:

"Hurry up and pick 10 people at random to collect the corpses."

After leaving this last sentence, Sakuma left quickly.

Looking at the back of Sakuma walking away quickly, the corners of Bai Xiang's mouth drooped,

"Think I can't be alone? Hmph, who do you look down upon?"

Boom!

The sound of fireworks came from behind.

The sudden sound of fireworks naturally attracted Ogata's attention.

Ogata, who was still covering his left neck with his left hand, looked at the purple flower rising not far behind him, and his heart sank.

The position where the fireworks rose coincided with the position when he was ambushed just now

An ominous premonition emerged from Ogata's heart.

Is it sending any message with fireworks?

Ogata hurriedly looked around, vigilant about his surroundings, and mustered up more energy, guarding against whether someone was following him.

Osaka, Ryusuji Temple

"My lord, I observed purple fireworks."

A female ninja who stood by the window and looked out of the window with a telescope in her hand reported this to Ji Jiu beside her.

"Purple fireworks?" Ji Jiu raised his eyebrows, "The ambush against Shura actually missed?"

Jijiu's expression became serious.

"That Sakuma led more than 60 musketeers to launch an ambush, and he missed it."

"We seem to have misjudged Shura's strength."

"I thought that Shura would not be good at dealing with flintlock guns, but now it seems that this is not the case. There is still too little information on Shura."

"Well, whatever. Now that Plan A has failed, let's start Plan B."

As soon as Jijiu finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Qingcheng, the abbot of Longshui Temple, humming a little tune while wiping the blood from his hands with a white cloth.

"Have we cleared our main formation?" Ji Jiu asked Qingcheng.

"It's clean, it's clean." Qingcheng grinned the corners of his mouth, his face blushing with excitement, "All irrelevant people have been cleaned up! This place has now officially become the main line of my Toyotomi Army!"

"Jijiu, it's really a pity that you weren't there just now!"

"I really want you to see the expressions on those people."

"Hearing my order, I went to the Buddhist hall with a puzzled look on my face, but when I arrived at the Buddhist hall, I saw people rushing in with shining swords. Gahahahahahahahahahaha! The changes in the expressions of those people are really amazing. Bravo."

Right now

Buddha Hall of Longshui Temple

tick tock tick tock

The sound of blood dripping, one after another.

The Buddhist hall no longer has the tranquility and solemnity of the past.

The scene in the Buddhist hall is a bloody picture scroll of hell.

Bloody corpses lay on the floor.

A dozen or so Iga ninjas shuttled back and forth in this flesh and blood hell, cleaning up the "battlefield" and dragging away the corpses on the floor one by one.

These corpses, without exception, are monks from Longshui Temple.

They are basically staring at each other now, their faces full of disbelief.

Many of them looked at where their abbot Qingcheng was standing.

Their last memories before death are all the same:

Kiyosumi suddenly called them to the Buddhist hall to gather.They went to the Buddhist hall according to Qingcheng's memory, and saw Qingcheng with a kind face and a gentle smile in front of the Buddha statue as usual.

Then countless men in black suddenly broke in along the door and windows of the Buddhist hall, killing and killing.

People in black rushed in from all directions, leaving them nowhere to hide and nowhere to hide.

They wailed, struggled, and begged for help.

At that time, countless people subconsciously turned their eyes for help to Qingcheng, whom they usually respect and trust the most, just like the two tall and thin floor sweeping monks who talked about Qingcheng with admiration during the day today.

After they turned their eyes to Qingcheng for help, they saw that Qingcheng was still smiling, looking at them who were slaughtered like watching a play

Yoshihisa ignored Kiyosumi who was intoxicated with himself.

"Sakuma, who was in charge of ambushing Shura, failed." Yoshihisa succinctly explained the latest information he had just received.

"Huh? Failed?" Qingcheng stopped being intoxicated, and his expression was startled, "If I remember correctly, Sakuma brought more than 60 musketeers, right?"

"Yes. But he just failed. My subordinates have observed the purple fireworks just now."

"After being ambushed by more than 60 musketeers, I was able to escape completely." Qingcheng's expression became serious at this time, "We still have too little information about Shura."

"Asura is very good at dealing with things like muskets, we haven't heard of it."

"Since Plan A to ambush Shura failed, we can only start Plan B."

"Yeah." Ji Jiu said lightly, "That's the only way to go."

"Ha, you are indeed the front-line commander of this Osaka Spring Squad and Shura crusade appointed by Lord Toyotomi." Kiyosumi shrugged, "This large-scale battle got off to a bad start at the beginning, but you can still be so calm , This kind of heart really makes people have to obey."

"Master Kiyosumi."

At this time, an Iga ninja rushed quickly carrying a bucket of serum Cheng.

"What you asked for, we have already packed it."

"Well, thank you." Qingcheng took the bucket of blood.

"Qingcheng." Jijiu asked, "What do you want this bucket of blood for?"

"You will know soon." Qingcheng smiled, and then carried the bucket of blood to the wall not far away, using fingers instead of brushes, and the blood in the bucket instead of ink, on the clean wall in front of him. Paint on it.

After a while, Qingcheng put down his blood-soaked hand.

"Well, not bad." Qingcheng smiled with satisfaction, "Since this place is the main formation of the Osaka Spring Formation and the Shura crusade, it really is indispensable for such things."

What Kiyosumi had painted on the wall just now was a family crest.

A bloody "Taige Tong"

Osaka, Shinmachi, Mushroom Flower House

"Qingju! When I heard that you were sick, I was so worried!"

Okino Kyousuke, the governor of Osaka Town, is holding a wine glass in one hand and hugging a beautiful woman in the other, his cheeks are slightly flushed from drinking, and a wretched smile hangs on his face.