Chapter 218 217. Mishanin Yuanzhen
Outside the longhouse of the ronin group in the castle town, a group of bandits who still maintained their basic organization, holding torches and kerosene, surrounded the longhouse.
It was already drizzling in the night, but with this level of rain, there was no way to withstand a deliberate fire.
The only reason why the bandits did not throw out kerosene and torches now is that they did not want to burn the belongings of the wanderers in the longhouse.
In the eyes of bandits, rogues are generally richer than ordinary civilians.
But even so, the bandits' little patience was about to be exhausted.
Although the wall around the longhouse is thin, it can still be regarded as a barrier.
In a cold-weapon confrontation, even a small **** can be considered an advantage.
The people above have a longer attack range, wider attack targets, and more powerful weapons. The people below want to rush forward, but before they can swing their weapons, they have to waste an entire movent on raising their legs.
So, although the Ronin group in the longhouse does not have a leader. However, a group of people who make money by licking blood with the blade of a knife still relied on their **** bravery and ruthlessness, and at least they did not lose this stronghold.
Hold on! Hold on!
The rogues were waving samurai swords and spears by the wall while shouting and cheering each other up to make sure that they were still alive and that the defense zone they were responsible for had not been breached.
The bandits will not let anyone go alive! Even if it is to survive, we must stop them!
At the gate of the longhouse courtyard, a thin wooden door has been chopped and smashed from the outside until it is crumbling, and there are several large holes in the door panel.
The two ronin, who knew a little bit about pistol skills, stretched out their spears from the large hole in the door panel. The tal blades swayed like poisonous snakes, so that the bandits at the main entrance did not dare to approach for a while.
The two spearn encouraged each other and checked for each other's mistakes. But even so, they knew in their hearts that the situation was getting worse.
After such a long ti, the Hirata clan still has no reinforcents arriving. However, the bandits' montum grew louder and louder, and the screams and cries outside beca smaller and smaller.
Everyone in the castle town was almost killed!
What they are doing now is nothing more than fighting against a trapped beast.
At this mont, the bandits, who were afraid to co forward because of the long guns at the gate, seed to suddenly co up with a good plan.
They had cheeks covered with a layer of black putty, smiling in the firelight and drizzle.
That monk! The bandit holding a torch shouted as he waved the light source in his hand towards the distance.
The monk with the Jumonji Gun! Arent you so [ninja killers]? Co here and do a favor, break down the courtyard gate, and share the contents with you! This is the courtyard where those wanderers live!
The two spearn guarding the gate looked at each other. In the darkness beyond the yard, a shining spear head was first revealed.
The head of this gun is half a ter long, and the entire gun is at least three and a half ters long!
The ashigaru spears in their hands reached two ters into the sky. Even if their bodies have been pierced by soone else's spear, they can't even be hit by their own!
He just said, monk?
Suddenly, a spear rogue spoke with trembling lips.
Big guns and monks, the combination of these two words will erge from the image of a waves like thunderous ears.
Mishanyuan!
A group of 'monks' who wear Buddhist skins, work as rcenaries, and use the secret spear skills taught in the monastery!
I call myself a monk, but I just think the organizational structure of the temple is more convenient.
Sure enough, when the man with the big gun ca out of the darkness, he was dressed like a Japanese monk.
Straw sandals, black clothes and white trousers, a white turban on his head, and a few strings of Buddhist beads on his chest.
But what he said did not an "compassion" at all.
A rogue who wields a spear? The young monk smiled at the harvest.
It seems that killing all the lives of the people inside is not sothing worth caring about.
The ronin at the door watched as the monk from Mishan Temple ca closer and took a stance with a big gun in hand.
The man's muscles and bones tightened inch by inch, the end of the gun was on his side, and the tip of the gun pointed downwards at an angle to the ground. The steps are forward and backward, as if charging. After he assud this posture, he never paid attention to the spear head protruding from the wooden door, as if it was not an iron tool that could pierce human flesh, flesh and bones, but just a children's wooden toy.
His back foot kicked off the ground, causing a splash of mud. In the horrified and desperate eyes of the ronin behind the wooden door, the head of the Jumonji spear of the Mishan-in monk created a spiral airflow without rotating at all!
The density of the airflow is so high that you can even see the white streamlines directly with the naked eye!
This is the [Strength] application of [Mishanin Style Spear Technique].
Even judging by the senses, this gun can penetrate a half-ter-thick earthen wall, not to ntion a thin wooden door!
The wooden door and the two ronin behind it were no different from ragdolls in front of this shot.
In Xia Mishanyuan Yuanzhen, the monk accepts your bequests with joy! Haha!
The bandits behind Mishanin Enma also showed expectant expressions under this shot. After all, they will be able to rush in and buy for zero dollars soon.
But just when the spear-wielding monk soldiers relied on the strength of their spear skills to leap into the air and rush towards the target.
Outside the siege of the bandits, I suddenly rembered a muffled sound.
The air was torn apart, and a special warhead flew at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, accurately capturing Mishanin Enma's movent trajectory.
Leaping in mid-air, the big spear entangled in the air current is like the monk soldiers of the Ming King who ca to the world.
His left waist first burst out with a small stream of blood.
The eyes that were originally full of confidence and murderous intent under the turban suddenly widened at this mont.
That was not a normal opening of the eyes, but the eyelids were opened to the limit under the severe pain!
The internal organs were crushed into minced at, and the special projectile rolled in his abdominal cavity. When it finally burst out from the right waist, it directly opened a hole as big as a bowl of ocean in his body!
Uh-huh!
The white turban was stained red by the blood that was suddenly spit out.
The core strength group of the waist and abdon was damaged, and the spear skills were completely scattered in an instant.
The spear head carrying huge kinetic energy changed from a straight thrust to an irregular sweep.
In the darkness, a tall and strong figure rushed out at the right ti.
He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways. His broad body and armor directly knocked the four or five bandits surrounding the courtyard into the range of the dancing gun heads.
Although the spear skills were broken, the iron blade that had accumulated enough energy still directly cut off the bodies of these bandits.
Behind Lan En, Kotaro led an obviously much larger team and rushed towards the group of bandits in a swarm.
Kill! They are too scattered! Dont be afraid!
Lan En himself, on the other hand, still felt uneasy and rushed directly towards Mishanin Enma, who had lost his spear.
The bandit blocking the road couldn't even stop him for a mont and was knocked away.
The seriously injured monk soldier didn't even have ti to collapse, and a big hand directly grasped his face.
Then when he turned his hands, the big hand pressed the back of his head and made hard contact with the ground.
Bang!
The brain, blood, and mud mixed together and turned into a strangely colored puddle.
Lan En stood up slowly, shook his silver-white hair that was wetted by the rain, and looked calmly at the 'piece of at' still twitching nervously on the ground.
This mans Air Gun Blade is amazing.
It's a pity that this spear skill's change of tactics in battle is not very strong.
The witcher shook his head and walked towards the longhouse courtyard where the battle situation had been decided.
In summary, this is an imperfect marksmanship.
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