Mouri Yigen, Shimazu Asuka, and the family warriors behind them were unlucky today. It was not easy to feign an attack from the foot of the mountain. In addition, their numbers were small, so they were often captured before they could reach the mountain gate. The guards who rushed out from the surrounding forest were beaten to death.
"You haven't even broken through the mountain gate yet, you still want to join us, just go ahead and dream..." Long Ye stood in front of the shrine gate with his hands crossed, watching his guards charging again and again, disrupting their formation, and sending the six Wawa into chaos. The yelled samurai kicked back to the bottom of the mountain.
The personal guards led by Long Ye are all masters of martial arts carefully selected by him from China. If this is on a battlefield with thousands of people, their role is not so obvious, but in such a complex environment In the small-scale conflicts, they really took it like a duck to water.
Kendo, in the final analysis, is the basic preparation for warriors to go to the battlefield. The moves are not flashy, but the open and close are very practical. If there are more than 20 warriors fighting in formation, then the guards under Lord Long will be in danger.
Unfortunately, there were only six samurai present, and the two groups had no collaborative training with each other.
They rushed up again and again, and were beaten down again and again. After a while, Mouri Yiyuan and Shimazu Asuka were bruised and swollen. Only Shimadzu Asuka used a knife to hit the shrine door once among the four charges.
"Very good, even if you successfully attack once, I hope you can rush in from the outside next time. Don't let me down." After saying that, Mr. Long kicked Shimazu Asuka down the hillside.
"I don't accept it, I don't accept it... I don't believe that we can't even break through a mountain gate. Brothers form a formation and fight to the death." At the critical moment, these Japanese samurai also became cruel. The six of them stood shoulder to shoulder and held their own backs. Passed to his comrades, the sharp sword rolled forward and launched another attack on the hillside.
At the beginning, these warriors were a little restrained and hesitant to attack, but when they found that the opponent was not merciful at all, and their attacks were vicious and cunning, not only life-threatening, but the blows were really painful.
"Don't hesitate...just treat them as real enemies, charge forward, and give them a try..." The six samurai went straight to the opponent's vital points with red eyes and swords.
"Hahaha...Okay, okay, now I have a taste of it. The Far East Volunteer Army is going to a place that is even colder and colder than yours in Japan. If you don't have the courage to kill, just go home and feed yourself." Mr. Long crossed his fingers and began to loosen the bones. After the battle formation approached the mountain gate, he rushed down like a tiger, breaking up the small battle formation with a clang and bang, and kicked them all down the hillside.
In this way, for a whole morning, the six warriors exhausted all their physical strength, and their facial features were displaced from their positions, before they successfully rushed to the mountain gate twice.
This was the last charge. The battle formation was broken up halfway up the mountain, and all six warriors were beaten to the ground. However, Ichigen Mori and Asuka Shimazu did not give up even if they were crawling on the ground.
Maoli Yiyuan's nose was bleeding like a river, and his legs were trembling. He tried to stand up several times, but was kicked in the back by the guard, and was kicked to the ground again.
Shimazu Asuka's eyes were as swollen as peaches, and he could no longer see clearly the scenery three meters away. There were only moss-covered steps one after another in front of him. He did not give up and continued to climb up.
The Kirigakure kid walked up to them and knelt down and said, "Give up, you six will never be able to rush to the mountain gate in a hundred years. The absolute gap in strength cannot be replaced by hard work..."
"There is only one way, and that is to give up the sword and choose to use foreign guns and cannons, but you don't have that, so you still lose in the end."
The two mad warriors did not listen to Sister Wu. They seemed to be encouraging themselves and talked nonsense.
"We are foreign daimyo... As long as the shogunate exists for one day, we will never be able to improve our strength... We are still collateral samurai, and there is no possibility of inheriting power in my lifetime..."
"We have been educated as warriors since childhood, and everything we do is to prepare for the battlefield as adults... The road to collapse has been blocked, and we have no choice..."
"You Chinese people have no idea how we live...do you know what we were thinking when we were kneeling in the shrine just now?"
"Hahaha, we are scolding you, scolding you for wasting your resources. There is no one in the world who only eats plump tuna meat for breakfast, and there is no one who only eats plum rice balls for breakfast. Even the daimyo dare not live such a luxurious life like you..."
"We are not willing to give in. We just want to have a chance to strive for success. We also just want to live such a luxurious life. Why... why don't we be given a chance."
Master Long and the guards from China were stunned. No matter how hard they thought, they could not imagine that the topic would lead to eating. It was just a few rice balls and fish. How could these Japanese people be so excited?
It was only at this moment that Mr. Long realized personally what the Prime Minister often said before: "The Japanese nation has been brainwashed by Bushido for hundreds of years. What exactly is Bushido? In fact, Bushido is the same as Chinese Confucianism, it is the way. That’s all…”
"The roads under our feet extend in all directions, taking people to travel everywhere in the southeast, northwest and northwest. In fact, the roads under our feet are just leading to happiness. What people are looking for is a better life."
"Doesn't the human heart have a path? Of course there is. The Central Plains believes in Confucianism, Japan believes in Bushido, and Europe also believes in rationality and business... These paths are just roads, and they can carry people up and down their identities."
"Everyone hopes that their life path will be upward. Having more power and status is everyone's dream, and the path Japan has chosen for hundreds of years is to become a samurai and use martial arts as its way."
"This nation must have war, because without war, the desires in human nature will be blocked, and people's warrior ways of trying to change their destiny will be blocked... Desire is like water, it cannot be suppressed, it can only be channeled."
Mr. Long sighed and took a step back. Today he really realized the Japanese people's desire to change their destiny. They would really fight with their lives for a chance.
Maori Yigen and Shimazu Asuka had to crawl through the mountain gate in their last lives. What defeated Mr. Long and his guards was not their kung fu, but their terrifying spirit.
When the six samurai gathered around the stove, Lord Long decided not to leave today, but to stay in this small shrine for a day. He would carefully consider how to deal with these Japanese samurai in the future.
A thousand Japanese samurai are going to the Far East. These unruly warriors are double-edged swords, and they may cut their hands.
