This is My Juggernaut Journey

"Yes." Yongzhen nodded lightly, not knowing whether what she did was right or wrong, and even released the Seven-faced Samurai, she turned her head slightly, and looked at Yuxian who was thinking seriously.

It's all about this man, and he hasn't let me down.......

So far, everything is under Yuzuru's control, he stood up and clapped his hands: "I already have arrangements."

In fact, the cleaning work started before the battle was over. The soldiers of our side will be sent to the shrine to worship, and enjoy incense, fire and blood to dispel their grievances. As for the red army, they will be thrown into the bottom of Weiming. Become a new materialized wraith.

Yongzhen was completely unaware of these arrangements, and just nodded lightly: "I believe you."

"Trust me!" Yuxian smiled. Trust is easy to say, but it is the result of little training over the past two years. For herself, this girl who does not kill people but only kills ghosts has changed too much.

She not only stained her hands with blood, but also provided countless help with her knowledge.

And these, Yuzuru kept in mind.

It seemed that there was another reason for swinging the sword. He smiled subtly and walked up to the castle tower side by side with Yongzhen. He heard from the attendants that the sword master who had just passed his addiction to slashing people was already drinking there.

Presumably, Weiming City, which is surrounded by blood and fire, will be extremely drunk!

PS: The child has a fever. 38.5, go to guard first.

Chapter 120: Good Wine, Good Sword!

He replaced the blood-soaked straw sandals and walked up the wooden ladder with bare feet, leaving bloody footprints on the ground, passing by the fourth floor that was once burned by himself, which is the top of the castle tower where he beat Xianichiro violently.

The stairs were newly built, with a rough feeling, no torch was needed, because the flames outside had dyed half of the sky red, and Yuxian immediately saw Yixin by the wooden railing.The Juggernaut has already taken off his tengu costume, and puts one hand on the wooden railing in a daze. Of course, he still has the jug, and coughs a few times after every two sips.

If Yixin had a 'blood bar', at least half of it was gone tonight, not because of the injuries from the soldiers of the inner government, but because of his own exhaustion.

Yixin, who was looking around, heard the noise, turned around and laughed loudly, "You're finally here, kid. Drive those red cockroaches into the dungeon to deal with the seven-faced warrior. Thank you for thinking of it!"

It is true that killing two birds with one stone can not only eliminate the Red Army, but also solve a hidden danger in Weiming City.

Yuzuru smiled modestly, but did not answer, but came to the side of the building and looked into the distance.

The flames seemed to be extinguished quite a bit. People were everywhere in the city, either putting out the fire, or washing the blood on the ground with water. Outside the city, there was a huge fire dragon stationed below the city, densely packed with tens of thousands of people.

The main force of the inner palace!Unexpectedly, in this night, the oppressive force of the [-] army is so great. It seems that those strong men who can fight against [-] are mentally hard as hard!

"Oh, there are more than [-] people densely packed, why, are you afraid?"

With a chuckle, Yuxian saw a wine jug handed over to him, and he didn't think it was dirty, so he raised his head and took a sip.

"1 people can only drink the northwest wind outside the city! Without the cooperation of the Red Army and Gu Yingzhong, no amount of regular troops can break through Weiming!"

Yixin took out another jug, walked briskly away from Yongzhen, and asked again: "But the bastards of the inner palace can cage the city, relying on the deep trenches and high walls so that you and I dare not move rashly, and you How long can the stored grain supply the whole country? March? Or half a year?"

It seemed like a quiz, but Yuxian's face did not change. He glanced at the anxious and annoyed Yongzhen on the way, and persuaded her:

"Master Yixin, I think you should drink less alcohol, especially after a day of fighting, physical fatigue will greatly shorten your lifespan, but your life belongs to all Weiming people."

"Little devil! You've become boring too!" The old man snorted angrily, but threw the flagon to Yuxian, "Here you go, hmph, the joy of beheading Chibei has been completely destroyed .”

"Don't worry, it's just an appetizer now, and even those 1 people are just desserts, the real fun is yet to come." Yuxian took another sip, without concealing his confidence, and pointed at the winding fire dragon——

"The Neifu family has a big business, and they will not choose to give in for these more than 1 miscellaneous cards!"

"In today's world, if you want to achieve peace, you must beat it painfully. If you insist on going your own way, the world you have finally won will be overturned again. Only in this way will the general be willing to sit down and negotiate terms."

The confident voice suffocated the people in the watchtower, Yongzhen's eyes flickered, and Kenichiro Ashina who had just caught up opened his mouth. He also thought of a similar plan to save the country, but at most he would counterattack outside the mountains and occupy the city, and give the people inside Let's take a look at the awakening of Samurai Ashina!

It's useless to just play tricks, but this man obviously has a comprehensive plan and is about to do it.

"Hahaha, it's interesting, it's really interesting. I originally wanted to accompany you crazy, but I never thought that you would be able to do it!" Yixin was really surprised. , but the inner palace lost all the elite.

The solitary shadows are eyes, and the red squadron is steel knives. The death of these hundreds of people is enough to make the big bosses of the inner palace feel distressed for a long time, and its value even exceeds that of an army of ten thousand people outside the city.

call......

In the middle of winter, the air was scorching hot from the flames, and the sword master let out a mouthful of stale air, and waved to the stunned former ruler.

"Senichiro, come here!"

"Grandpa." The samurai came obediently and bowed to the Juggernaut.

"Have you figured it out these days?" Yixin asked directly without going around in circles.

A lot of time has passed since Yuzuru was beaten here, and Genichiro was locked in a small building among the reeds. These days, not only his body recovered, but he also thought a lot after losing his power and quieting down.

The bearded samurai looked much more downcast and more mature. He held a sword in one hand, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally settled on Yuxian.

There is still jealousy and unwillingness, but it also adds a little bit of admiration. If the two are switched, Genichiro thinks that he will not be able to do so well.

He could either let the Ghost Punishment Department die and stick to Weiming City; or gather the elite as soon as possible and fight to the death with the Inner Palace, no matter which option he chooses, it is the worst policy.

"I figured it out." Confused, Genichiro nodded heavily.

"Very good!" Yixin smiled and nodded, without even asking him what he had figured out, he suddenly bent down and snatched a flagon from Yuxian's hand, and handed it to Xianichiro, "Then you have a drink, Can the past grievances be eliminated?"

The heroic Juggernaut can't see any twitching, if the hatred can be resolved, then drink wine, if it can't be resolved, then draw out the sword, why bother.

How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes.

Life is alive but with a sense of pride, getting along with him for a long time, Yuzuru respects him, admires him and learns from him a little bit, glanced at Genichiro, the lord who was once despised by him, and slowly raised the flagon.

Genichiro paused for a moment, he is an interest supremacist, he can trade with the devil in order to protect Wei Ming, and no matter how hateful Yuzuru is, he is much better than the devil.

"Please." He raised his glass.