The corpses brought over by the Bato team were the White Tiger youths who were shot to death by Ryoma Sakamoto with a pistol at close range. Xiao Letian used a torch to illuminate his identification. He was sure that these were the White Tiger youth group, because they were the youngest ones on the entire battlefield. The faces are these youth groups.
"Call Songping Rongbao over here, I need to explain." Xiao Letian roared while biting his back molars.
Soon Matsudaira Yongho ran over panting. He already knew what happened on the way. When Xiao Letian saw him, he shouted angrily, "Give me an explanation why your White Tigers attacked Ryoma Sakamoto after the truce." Ambush, and even tricked him out in your name, why..."
Matsudaira Yongho was sweating profusely. He bowed ninety degrees, "I'm sorry, Prime Minister, I can swear that I have never given such an order. I am not a fool. Doing this will not do any good to the shogunate or me..." "
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, no matter how unwise I, Matsudaira Rongho, am, I cannot do such a thing."
Maybe it was Matsudaira Rongbao's sincerity that calmed Xiao Letian down, or maybe it was because the other party really had no motive for doing the whole thing, Xiao Letian's heaving chest gradually calmed down.
"Very well, I only give you one day. I want the truth of the whole incident. Don't try to cover it up. You can't lie to me. If I'm not satisfied with your answer, then I will find the answer myself..."
Xiao Letian leaned into Matsudaira Yongho's ear, "If I can't find the answer in one day, I will search for ten days. If I can't find the answer in a month, I will stay here and search for a year... I have plenty of time, and I also want to spend the New Year in Japan. Just like what I did in Beijing."
Hiss... Matsudaira Yongho took a breath of air. He knew that Xiao Letian could do it. If the Ryukyu army was stationed in Japan like this, then he would really become the sinner of the entire Japan.
"Please rest assured, Prime Minister, I will definitely give you an explanation."
"More than just an explanation, I also want Ryoma Sakamoto to be safe..."
"Hai." Matsudaira Yoshiho bowed and then turned around and began to march north with his samurai. Along the way, they shouted, "The White Tigers gather, gather at the Aizu Domain flag..."
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At this time, Sakamoto Ryoma was not dead, but of course he was not far away from death. The Kodachi in his hand had been broken, and his left hand was only holding a two-inch-long half-cut blade. There were only two bullets left in the revolver in his right hand. There were four more wounds, large and small, on his body. The most serious one was a knife in his ribs. Blood flowed all the way.
Behind Ryoma-kun, there were only two White Tiger boys left. They were Toranosuke and Fujisaburo. Both boys' eyes were spitting fire. They never expected that Ryoma Sakamoto not only possessed the latest revolver, but also had sword skills. With such an outstanding figure, it’s no wonder that Master Chiba of the Hokushin Itto-ryu in Edo Castle admired him so much.
He killed two members of the White Tigers with just a small sword. This combat power was indeed powerful enough. But unfortunately, Ryoma Sakamoto was only one person after all, and his body was still full of wounds. Even if he was exhausted now, he would have to drain all his blood alive. .
"Sakamoto Ryoma, don't run away, fight bravely like a samurai, you are already dead..."
"We respect you as a brave man, so we will give you a chance to have a caesarean section. I, Toranosuke, will personally correct your mistake..."
Sakamoto Ryoma's eyes were spinning. He knew that this was due to excessive blood loss. If he kept running like this, he would probably die of exhaustion without the enemy taking action.
At this moment, a dilapidated shrine on the hillside by the roadside attracted his attention. It was just a wooden house and it was unknown what god it was enshrined in. Ryoma-kun had no other choice but to rush into the shrine.
After breaking open the wooden door, Sakamoto Ryoma piled up all the debris in the house at the door, then knelt on the ground and tore off the corners of his clothes and began to simply bandage the wounds.
Don't expect any medicine for the wound. Use a piece of cloth to compress the wound to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, by the time Ryoma-kun stood up again, Toranosuke and Touzaburo had already attacked the door.
This shrine is not large, so there are no windows on both sides of the door. The two samurai of the Youth League can only choose to attack from the main entrance. However, they underestimated Ryoma-kun's flexibility, or in other words, despicableness. Toranosuke just rushed to the door, and there was a handful of dust inside. They all rushed towards me.
Who can guard against these silent hidden weapons in the darkness? Toranosuke's eyes were suddenly blurred by the dust, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest. The half of the Kodachi sword in Ryoma-kun's hand scratched his chest.
"Yeah." Toranosuke groaned and took three steps back, sweat dripping from his forehead. "So despicable, you are a disgrace to the samurai... Fujisaburo, be careful..."
It's a pity that a boy is a boy, and he still lacks battlefield experience. He raised his left hand to block the dust coming towards his face, and drew a circle with his right sword in front of his chest in an attempt to prevent Ryoma-kun from attacking.
But he never expected that Ryoma-kun would fire this time. The only two bullets left in the revolver hit Fujisaburo. One shot hit the thigh and the other hit the lower abdomen.
"Sanlang, what's wrong with you?" Toranosuke yelled.
"It doesn't matter, it's not vital, he won't die... You are right, he is a disgrace to the samurai."
The situation suddenly reached a stalemate. Sakamoto Ryoma collected all the debris in the shrine and blocked the door. He had an empty gun and a two-inch long broken blade Kodachi. These were all his weapons.
The two teenagers outside the door were no better. One of them had dust in his eyes and was crying. There was also a slant wound on his chest that was more than 20 centimeters long and penetrated half an inch into the flesh.
The other one was even worse. His thigh was hit by a bullet, and there was another bullet in his stomach. Although it was not a fatal injury, his combat effectiveness had been greatly reduced.
The current situation is like a straw and a wolf. Sakamoto Ryoma shook his head to wake himself up a little. He was about to use the dragging technique.
"Why, tell me why you want to kill me. You are the White Tiger members of Matsudaira Yongho, and Matsudaira Yongho will never give you such an order. Who wants to kill me?"
"No one gave us an order. We decided to kill you ourselves, because you are Xiao Letian's spokesperson sent to Japan, and you are the biggest scourge of Japan..."
I'm not afraid of you speaking. What I'm most afraid of now is that you don't speak. Ryoma-kun raised his head and looked at the east. It was estimated that it was almost five o'clock in the morning. As long as he could delay the time, he would be safe.
"Baga, who instilled this bastard idea in you? I, Sakamoto Ryoma, will be a loyal minister of Japan in my life and death. If I am a disaster, why should I offer the eight strategies in the ship? I am saving the fate of the shogunate. Do you know? "
Toranosuke couldn't listen at all, "No, you can't deceive us with that bullshit Eight Strategies in the Ship. When you talk about returning the great government, doesn't it mean that the shogunate has no power? And from the beginning to the end, you hope that the enemy and us will be indistinguishable." Regardless of victory or defeat, you just hope that we will always be in civil strife and civil war, right?"
Sakamoto Ryoma's nose was almost crooked with anger. He thought to himself that this was such a stupid idea. I was wrong to let Japan die less and shed less blood and retain more vitality.
Mr. Longma said earnestly, "You are so stupid. In your eyes, there is only victory or defeat. Is it correct to have to separate life and death, and then one faction will win completely and let the power be concentrated in the hands of the other?"
"Have you ever thought about how much blood Japan will shed, how many talents will die, and how much wealth will be consumed? Without this national vitality, how can we innovate and revive in the future?"
"Shin Takasugi died in battle. He once went to Shanghai, China. He saw with his own eyes the tragic scene after the civil war in a big empire. It can be said to be hell on earth."
"Tens of tens of millions of people have died, thousands of miles of plains have been abandoned, cities with thousands of years of civilization have been turned into ruins, don't run out of countless wealth... This is the Japan you want, just like the Qing Dynasty, you have to kill to the bone. Thousands of miles?"
Sakamoto Ryoma yelled, "You guys let me down so much. You are so young and should be the hope of Japan. If you always think like this, how can Japan have a future? It is so narrow-minded. Even if you are allowed to get some of it for a while in the future, It’s cheap, but the end result is nothing more than failure.”
Toranosuke and Fujisaburo were shocked by the tragedy described by Ryoma-kun. They had never heard of such a truth, and the Bushido spirit would not teach them compromise and win-win. All they wanted was pure victory.
The summer was long, and at this time, a trace of fish belly white appeared in the east. Sakamoto Ryoma could vaguely see the two people outside the shrine. He sighed, "It is easy to die. In fact, it is also very easy to want me to die. The general or the prince give an order." Next, I, Sakamoto Ryoma, will definitely have a caesarean section... But will the general let me die? Will Matsudaira-sama let me die? Let alone the general, if you two can get the words from Matsudaira-sama that you want me to die, then I, Sakamoto What do you think of Ryoma’s disembowelment immediately?”
"I swear by my martial arts skills that the three of us will go to see Lord Matsudaira together. As long as he wants me to die, you don't need to do anything. I will die immediately in front of you two. Is this okay?"
Sakamoto Ryoma's oath shocked the two young children. They didn't expect the rebellion in Kirigakure's mouth. He actually dared to face the general and Lord Matsudaira.
Could it be that everything we did before was wrong?
But at the moment when the two of them were surprised and distracted, Ryoma saw the figure flashing behind them at a glance: "Be careful, there is a sneak attack..."
It was too late, four long bamboo spears stabbed past with a whoosh, hitting the backs and ribs of Toranosuke and Fujisaburo, penetrating three inches of their flesh.
"Ah." With a shrill scream, the two white tiger boys were lifted up with bamboo spears, two feet high from the ground.
When the sneak attackers emerged from the darkness, the three samurai's eyes widened in anger. The attackers in the darkness turned out to be a group of farmers.
That's right, they were either peasant soldiers or peasants, a group of peasants with bare feet and shorts. The bamboo spears were also made of earth. There was no iron tip, just a long bamboo pole with the front sharpened.
The peasant dared to assassinate the samurai. Sakamoto Ryoma jumped up from the ground and was about to rush out to fight, but when his vision went dark, he fell to the ground again. He was bleeding too much.
Note: Today's second update is sent because yesterday's subscription exceeded 30 yuan, and I also want to thank Brother Jack for the reward. As for the next update, it depends on how many subscriptions there are today.
As the old saying goes, one update is guaranteed. If the main website subscribes to 30, it will add one update. If it reaches 60, it will add two updates. If it reaches 90, it will add three updates... I dare to work hard. Do you dare to exhaust me to death?
