A big arrow shot through the night and shot at a Vajra-like monk beside the fire.
Jin Yinghe drew the bow again, held the arrow shaft with his thumb, and looked up ahead.
"Where are the people?"
In a moment, the monk disappeared, leaving only a Japanese warrior on the ground moaning softly.
The three raincoat-clad guards who followed them looked at each other as if facing a formidable enemy.
Lin Yu waved the bear's paw violently, and the people quickly dispersed, holding weapons in their hands, standing back to back on guard in all directions.
"I'm afraid I might have encountered a monster!"
A coir raincoat guard quickly reloaded his flintlock musket while looking around carefully.
A thin man on his left showed a ferocious face, and cursed: "Tu Laosi, I'm afraid that he will be bitten by him even if he is a monster!"
The remaining coir raincoat guard was a squad leader. After listening to the team members, he whispered:
"Brother Lin and General Jin are here, don't worry. We will arrest the person later and hand him over to Marquis Ping Liao. He will definitely praise us for doing things well."
Before he could finish his words, a strange hoot of an owl came from behind the burning temple, and everyone suddenly stopped talking.
The strange screams were getting closer and closer, as if they were close to my scalp.
Suddenly, a black shadow more than three feet long whizzed over with fluttering wings, and then, the sound of weapons came from mid-air.
Jin Yinghe immediately loosened his bow string, and the coir guard surnamed Tu also pulled the trigger of his flintlock gun.
The black shadow fell in response, and was still jumping around after landing on the ground. It turned out to be a man in black. The man in black was hit in the vital point by Jin Yinghe's heavy arrow and the firecracker of the coir raincoat guard at the same time. He was not dead yet, holding a samurai sword in his hand. , struggling to stand up.
"Wait." Jin Yinghe shouted hurriedly.
However, the big man Lin had already picked up the long axe, and the ax fell with his hand.
Tu Laosi reloaded the ammunition for the firecracker and kicked the motionless corpse. The thin man turned over the corpse, looked at the rope hanging on the black clothes, and began to curse again:
"You bastard! When you do magic, you should do it well, and when you practice martial arts, you should practice martial arts well. Damn, your magic has not improved, and your martial arts are also poor. If you meet a few of us, who will die if you don't die?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Lin Yu, whose face was full of blood, and added.
"You dare to do anything in front of Brother Lin, you deserve to die!"
Lin Yu glanced at the talkative man, wiped the blood on the ax blade with his arm, and remained silent.
Everyone looked around, alerting each other, and quickly walked towards the warrior who was still groaning on the ground.
Lin Yu was the first to run to the fire. The warrior lying on the ground muttered something, then raised his short crossbow and was about to shoot at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu, who was as strong as a black bear, took two steps back, roared, swung the ax, raised the ax with his hand, and tried to kill this man again.
Jin Yinghe shouted from behind again:
"Hey! Wait!"
Two poisonous arrows suddenly sprang up from the ground like venomous snakes, sticking to Lin Yu's forehead and disappearing into the night.
The long ax weighing more than twenty kilograms whizzed down, hitting the warrior's face with the weight of Mount Tai.
"He is not a demon monk! Brother Lin, don't kill anyone!"
Jin Yinghe rushed after him from behind.
The ax blade stopped against the forehead of the man who was not the demon monk. Lin Yu staggered and almost fell.
The giant looked confusedly at the man in front of him who was as tall as himself and had just wanted to kill him. Under the light of the fire, he realized that this man looked rather strange.
Some of them look like Japanese people, some of them look like red-haired barbarians, and they also have a bit of Ming people.
All the poisonous arrows in Fujiwara Kyouji's short crossbow had been used up. He held the dagger tightly, sat on the ground and stared at the giant in front of him.
Jin Yinghe ran over, stood between the two of them, and said loudly in Japanese:
"The five of us are from the Ming Dynasty, not from the demon monk Huiran."
The North Korean general pointed to the three raincoat guards behind him who were still on guard and explained:
"Marquis Ping Liao, have you heard that the army is attacking Kyushu and will arrive in Kaga soon? We are his men and we are just passing by."
Moving out of the open source army at this time is undoubtedly the most prudent approach.
Fujiwara Kyouji looked at the five people with a puzzled expression and said cautiously:
"Did you just kill that monster monk?"
Jin Yinghe said quickly: "Yes, it's just one."
"Master, Master Qianye, do you know him? He gave us a scroll, and the things recorded in it are terrible. My brother insisted on coming to save people and save those girls, so we came."
Fujiwara Kyouji struggled to stand up, regardless of the pain on his body, and said with concern:
"Where is Master Qianye? He is my good friend."
Jin Yinghe lowered his head and remained silent for a while before saying:
"Dead, died last night."
