The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became weird. Xiao Letian's new army has always been known as the Iron Army, and the generals leading the new army are even more like steel knives that would rather break than bend. You can see them bleeding, but you will never see them. Until they are in tears.
But today, the general's miserable cry moved everyone in the room. The two guards standing guard at the door subconsciously rushed in with their swords drawn and hacked to death those who heard the general cry.
But the general just gave a fatal order. No matter what happened, they were not allowed to get close. No one dared to disobey the military order.
Who would have thought that a man could cry like this? It was an emotional release from the heart, as if the suppressed darkness was completely poured out at that moment.
But just when the guards outside the door couldn't listen anymore, the tavern owner and waiters in the room had unusually calm expressions. They knelt on the ground and looked at the general calmly. It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that the crying weakened, and they calmed down. said.
"Has our time come? That's right. We should have died a long time ago. The extra years we have lived are all in vain. Now that you are here, take our lives away..."
After saying that, the three of them took out the ribs from their side and placed them on the tatami, and asked calmly, "Shall we disembowel the belly? Or do you do it yourself? You are a bad gambler, Oni Hyōtaro..."
The eyes of the general opposite suddenly lit up, and a murderous aura enveloped the three of them. "Haha... no one has dared to mention this nickname for many years, and only the three of you who slipped through the net dare to say it! Is it really possible?" Are you determined to die?"
The general is none other than Taro, a Japanese military soldier who was given a surname by the Prime Minister! This tavern is not an ordinary tavern. This is the gambling den that was run by Evil Hachiro. Hyoutarou was here back then and was known as the bad gambling ghost Hyoutarou.
Reunited at the old place, the old acquaintances have different identities. Hyoutaro is the general of the sword-fighting team, and these three are the last three surviving thugs from the gambling den.
In a bloody night in Naha, all of Ohachiro's men joined the riot. Some were killed on the battlefield, and some were punished by Mingzheng canon during the post-war reckoning.
Evil Hachiro had sixty or seventy hard-core thugs under his command at that time. After the purge, only these three cripples were left, as well as this dilapidated house.
At that time, these three cripples were considered the friendliest to Hyōtaro among the thugs, and they often took care of him, so Hyōtaro later let the three of them run the place and turned the gambling den into a tavern, which was a way of repaying the kindness of the three of them back then. A trace of kindness from him.
The location of the tavern is not good, and the local neighbors know the details of the three people, so no one is willing to take care of their business. In the past few years, except for some veterans of the Battery Team who have had a relationship and are willing to come for a drink, Other times business is really bad.
Three cripples, struggling to run a small tavern with poor business. Japan can no longer go back. No one in that cruel country will raise three losers, but they can't even hope to live well in Ryukyu. The sins on their bodies Not so easily forgiven.
This was the first time to revisit the old place since Hyoutaro settled the three of them. The three of them looked at the shining stars, the straight waisted general's uniform, the bright yellow tassels, the twinkling accessories, and the hundreds of After the battle, Hyoutaro's iron-blooded and fierce temperament made these three people feel strong pressure.
You should treat each other with admiration after three days of separation. This is not three days of separation. It has already been three years of separation!
A noble man does not tread on lowly ground. Hyōtaro came here today, drinking and crying. How could this not make the three of them think of the worst ending?
The boss with the broken hand smiled bitterly and said, "Coming here as you, and dressed so solemnly... I'm afraid you have to make a break with your past, right? If the three of us die, the dark history of your youth will forever be Just a rumor, you will become a shining star under the Prime Minister!"
"Come on, I just ask you to give the three of us a happy life! We have had enough of this kind of life!"
"Okay!" Hyoutaro yelled, "Since you have such a consciousness, then let me end your hell!" As soon as he finished speaking, Hyoutaro's sword with the name "Kiku Yoshimon" on his waist was unsheathed, and he squatted in a tiger crouch. On the tatami, the sharp sword light sliced towards the heads of the three people.
Although Hyoutaro is not from a famous swordsman family, Noheita has taught him carefully in the past few years. Ronin swordsman Noheita once said, "There are two types of swordsmanship. One is for cultivating the mind in the dojo, and the other is for killing on the battlefield! Hyoutaro, you have passed the best age for practicing swordsmanship. You want to become It is no longer possible for a swordsman master to enter the house..."
"But, you are the prime minister's sword-drawing team. You can practice killing skills on the battlefield... When you kill more than a hundred people with your sword, you can practice a murderous sword without a master!"
The number of wronged souls on Hyoutaro's sword has already exceeded 100. On the European battlefield, he killed more than 20 people out of 100. Later, he killed countless people in several battles with the Eight Banners. The goal of killing a hundred people has long been passed.
This knife contained the power of wind and thunder, and with the cry of ghosts and gods, it went straight to the heads of the three people and chopped them off! The three of them closed their eyes in despair, and even the two guards standing guard outside couldn't bear it.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh... The sword slashed the air and made a sound of breaking through the air. At that moment, the three of them suddenly felt that time stopped, space solidified, and everything in the world had no connection with them.
"Is this death? No pain? No fear? No..." Storekeeper Duanzhang suddenly opened his eyes. He watched his hair fall from the blade of the tachi, and there was no trace of blood smell in the air.
The courage they had mustered up was suddenly drained at this moment, and the three of them were as soft as mud on the tatami. "Why don't you kill us? Baga... Do you know how long it took us to save up this little bit of courage to face death?" Courage? Wuwuwu..."
Hyōtaro watched the three of them crying and suddenly laughed evilly, sweeping away the serious atmosphere just now. "Hahaha, are you excited? Are you excited? Is it exciting? Life is full of surprises! Hahaha..."
Only then did Shopkeeper Duanzhang realize that Hyōtaro was playing with them. The three of them shouted angrily, "Why are you treating us like this? Why are you insulting us? You can kill me, but you can't play with us like this..."
Hyōtaro stopped laughing and asked in confusion, "You guys? Don't you know... you didn't go out to read the notice last night?"
"Notice? What does that have to do with us? We are already devastated... Just listen to people outside shouting about the Chinese order, what does the Han people's order have to do with us..."
Hyoutaro sighed, "So you don't know anything? So you don't know about me being knighted?"
"Nani? A knighthood?" The eyes of the three old friends suddenly lit up, and their mouths were so long that they could fit two eggs into them.
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