The strength comes out from the body.
This made Tang Chuan ecstatic.
He is not a three-year-old child, he is a bit of an expert, but he still has the ability to kill people.
Unfortunately, the pride did not last long.
As the words "The enemy general has been defeated" settled like a declaration of victory, a puff of smoke exploded around Shimazu Tadashi.
boom!
The explosion did not have much lethality, but the frightened Tang Chuan did not hesitate. He immediately used the last bit of strength and flashed behind Lu Li at extremely high speed.
At this moment, with the big boss in front and more than a hundred golden-armored soldiers behind, what could this kid like Shimazu Tadahashi do to kill him?
Thinking of this, Tang Chuan couldn't help laughing because of the joy of surviving the disaster and the indescribable sense of security:
"It's just gravel, not half as good as the big guy."
"Hurry up and tie yourself up, kneel down and beg for mercy. Little brat, the gap between you and the boss can no longer be described as worlds apart."
The second grade's quotations echoed in the mountains and forests.
Regarding what he said, any member of the class would actually feel that it was quite reliable when they saw it.
After all, Lu Li's fighting prowess in the virtual warehouse battle was obvious to everyone, and it was difficult for him to be brought down by just a few hundred people in front of him.
But Lu Li raised his finger and placed it on the tip of his nose, signaling this guy to shut up.
There is no way, he is afraid of poisonous milk.
I still remember the public execution by the teaching assistant, and the scene of Tang Chuan's bloody torture of the anti-soul corpse was played in front of the whole class: The guy first laughed crazily, then licked the blade, and finally ate half of the worm into his stomach. In such a weird way, it went smoothly Knock yourself out of the game.
In fact, when Lu Li was in full state, he could indeed brutally torture the people in front of him, especially when he transformed into the ancient Zhu Yan...
However, as shown in many movies and TV dramas, no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot be defeated by the plot. If he gets too close to the weirdo Tang Chuan and suffers some dimensionality reduction attack, there will be no way to deal with it.
"..."
Tang Chuan was helpless. He naturally thought about what Lu Li was worried about. Because of this, he felt helpless.
Every critical moment, I can't help but want to say a few bad words. How to deal with it?
"With such exaggerated combat power, you shouldn't be a nobody."
At the same time, the smoke receded.
Shimazu Tadashi, who was originally sitting on horseback, appeared next to an ancient tree in the distance, and a wooden stake with a hole appeared in the area where he was originally standing.
Substitution?
Not only did this word pop up in Lu Li's mind, but so did Tang Chuan. At this moment, a boy with short blond hair, blue eyes, and six beard-like textures on both sides of his cheeks appeared in his mind.
"Nahara Ming Army guard Lu Li?" Shimazu Tadahashi said to himself, "It should be so. I didn't expect to catch a big fish. It's really a blessing from His Majesty the Emperor and Hideyoshi-sama."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan subconsciously wanted to be sarcastic, but the battle that broke out in an instant distracted him.
I saw the calm and quiet void suddenly ripples, and two figures appeared in front of me, one on the left and one on the right, holding weapons similar to Emei thorns, attacking with the force of thunder.
"You think so highly of me."
Tang Chuan observed the surroundings while avoiding the ninja holding a kunai.
If the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up.
As long as Lu Li is still here, the sky will never fall.
Almost at the same time, Lu Li's body emitted a green light, which became increasingly intense.
The Sirius that appeared behind him slowly sank and completely overlapped with it.
As for the attack?
As soon as the four ninjas hiding in the void emerged, they were squeezed into a red and white mushy substance by invisible force.
It is undeniable that ninjas can play a huge role at certain moments, but the battlefield is always a stage for armored soldiers, samurai and generals.
Of course, the group of Satsuma warriors couldn't stop Lu Li at all. They talked about chopping melons and vegetables, which was a bit derogatory to the so-called showmanship. But he did hit one with a halberd, and his efficiency was extremely exaggerated. In the blink of an eye, seven more people appeared under the hooves of the black-maned horse. Eight headless corpses.
I can only say that it is a little better than the Yellow Turban Thieves who were a ragtag group of people in the Three Kingdoms world.
At that time, a general who had awakened his fighting spirit could instantly defeat a hundred enemies with one attack, and a bug of Lu Bu's level could defeat a thousand enemies with one attack. He could defeat several phalanxes in a few breaths of time.
Nowadays, Lu Li blocks hundreds of warriors and can only harvest nearly ten lives every time he swings the iron halberd. It can be regarded as a disguised setback.
The premise is that other forces are not taken into account, and the problem is viewed from the perspective of a pure military commander.
Frankly speaking, in this small-scale battle, Lu Li did not intend to use Taoism. He could use some great magical power and use his fighting spirit to the limit to deal with the brat Shimazu Tadahashi and the eight hundred family warriors he led.
"kill."
With a simple whisper, Lu Li's surroundings surged with almost violent power, knocking away any warrior who tried to get closer. He was not sure whether he was alive or dead.
"Is the so-called manifest flow like an epiphyllum? Besides, I don't think it's that amazing. It's either a wild boar or a black bear. Do you usually visualize these things?"
The black-maned horse stepped lightly and came to Shimazu Tadashi. This kid had now merged with the ghost warrior suspended above the battle formation, and his combat effectiveness had been significantly increased.
Presumably it was this reason that prevented him from escaping immediately. No, in words with the characteristics of an island country, it should be:
Strategic transition.
Going forward is progress, and retreating is also progress. It's just that the direction of advancement is different.
"Is that man a spy arranged by you?"
Shimazu Tadahashi licked his slightly dry lips, looked away from the man in front of him, and then looked at Tang Chuan who was hiding behind:
"Pu Sang, I'll treat you with courtesy on the next step. I didn't expect you to be a master craftsman and stabbed me in the back just now."
"The methods are so sharp, don't you feel guilty?"
"Fuck you."
Tang Chuan shook off the ninja blood sticking to his hand and gave Shimazu Tadashi a raised middle finger:
"My surname is not Park. You kid, you are not good at Ming Dynasty Mandarin. What serious man would be named Park Zhenghuan?"
Full sarcasm skill points.
Lu Li had no intention of explaining the misunderstanding.
"Kid, stop talking nonsense."
"You attack first."
The black-maned horse was huge, and together with its owner, it looked down at Shimazu Tadashi. However, this fifteen-year-old young samurai, riding a short Japanese horse, matched the figure and did not look out of place.
Even though Lu Li maintained a high profile, no one thought he was too arrogant.
After just a lot of consumption, nearly a hundred Satsuma warriors had died. The remaining ones had lost their fighting spirit and were ready to obey the arrangements of young master Shimazu Tadashi.
Outside the battlefield, there were only two lurking ninjas left. They held kunai and kept wandering around the periphery. Their intention was not to assassinate Lu Li, but to take away Zhongheng in a critical moment.
Even his own people were not optimistic about this battle between generals, thinking that Shimazu Tadahashi would lose.
The result is of course no suspense.
But Zhongheng didn't think so. To be more precise, he had put aside victory or defeat, life and death, and only the word "fight" remained in his mind.
To be honest, this is a very ideal state. Not only can you unleash your full strength, but you can also perform at a super level.
"Okay!"
Under the order, no more samurai charged, because this was what Shimazu Tadahashi told himself.
Amidst the roar, a stream of red light crashed into Lu Li. It did not possess any murderous intent, but the previous experience of fighting with Satsuma warriors had proven that a martial skill like the Demonstration Style requires a long period of accumulation. Once it is pulled out, it will be a sure kill. .
In other words.
As long as the enemy is not dead, you will be in trouble.
One hundred steps...ten steps...three steps...
Lu Li counted silently, hoping for a flash in the pan. The previous attacks of this group of warriors were really lackluster, so he hoped that the fifteen-year-old brat in front of him could surprise him.
In an instant, the sword flashed.
A bright color appeared in his sight, like rolling waves, and then a whale tail appeared.
Japan is located on the sea, and there are no land beasts. The most powerful creature we know is the giant whale. Of course, the whale does represent the limit of power in a certain sense.
clang!
The fire flickered.
A bright white light flew out.
A gap appeared in the iron halberd.
Half of the legendary katana is left.
Shimazu Tadahashi turned his eyes and saw blood flowing down the blade of the halberd. The selfless state disappeared, and a thought came to his mind:
die.
According to the practice left over from the Warring States Period, he should recite a death poem, but Shimazu Tadahashi was not prepared. He was only fifteen years old, so how could this day come so early.
On his deathbed, his lips moved:
"In the midst of the world, the tribulations of rice and water are exhausted, and the tribulations are exhausted, and the water is exhausted, and the nirvana is welcomed."
Of course, this was not a temporary act by Shimazu Tadahashi, but a desperate poem he borrowed from his uncle Shimazu Yoshihisa. After all, death is a major event in life, and it would be uneasy if he didn't say anything.
As for why he didn't borrow it from his father, Shimazu Yoshihiro, it was because his father was not dead yet and he might need it in the future.
And Uncle Yoshihisa...
Although the blood relationship between the two was close, and the other party married his daughter Kame Shou-hime to him and is still alive, he did not like Kame Shou-hee and was disgusted with the uncle who adopted him as his adopted son, so he simply snatched the death poem.
The dead are great!
For an old man who has never set foot on the battlefield in the peninsula and is retiring in his hometown, it’s okay to spend the rest of his life thinking about one more thing, right?
It's a pity that I couldn't write this song myself...
In just a short moment, Shimazu Tadahashi thought too much, and his body fell irreversibly from the horse.
"What did this little kid say after chattering for a long time?" Lu Li took back his iron halberd and looked sideways at Tang Chuan, curiously saying: "You come and translate."
"Drain all the grain and water in the world, exhaust all kalpas to welcome Nirvana."
Looking at Tadashi Shimazu, who was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out and making no sound, Tang Chuan added insult to injury:
"As far as I know, this should be his uncle, father-in-law and adoptive father, Shimazu Yoshihisa's death poem more than ten years later.
It was probably because this boy was not good at writing and couldn't think of any good words. He usually saw his elders practicing calligraphy or singing in a low voice and mentioned this poem, so he simply stole it and used it. "
"Inbreeding? The relationship is really messy."
Lu Li sighed.
Then, he turned his attention to the group of Satsuma warriors. They seemed unwilling to survive and launched the last charge.
There was no suspense. After Lu Li tried his best, all these samurai from southern Japan perished.
The bloody battlefield was strewn with corpses.
From the beginning to the end, the group of golden-armored soldiers did not take action, which perfectly explained what a background version is.
Ahead, two lines of black smoke gradually solidified.
The ninja who failed to save Shimazu Tadahashi did not take the initiative to die. Instead, he bowed deeply and said humbly:
"General, please allow us to take away the young master's body."
As they spoke, the two of them made their hands splayed, leaned forward, knocked their foreheads heavily on the ground, and kept this posture.
Until Lu Li thought about it for a moment, nodded and agreed:
"A message to Shimazu Yoshihiro. The person who killed his son Shimazu Tadashi was the Ming Dynasty Nanyuan guard general."
"yes."
The two ninjas agreed immediately, and then carried the body away one after another.
In fact, from the beginning, Lu Li had no intention of killing people. Otherwise, who would have delivered false news to Shimazu Yoshihiro, who led an army of 10,000, and even to the commander-in-chief of the left army, Ukita Hideie?
Not long after.
The mountains and forests returned to silence.
After confirming that the ninja had completely disappeared and that there was no other breath around, Tang Chuan had a flattering smile on his face:
"Thank you, boss, for saving your life."
"Just do it."
Lu Li waved his hand to signal him not to continue, and then asked, "What are your plans next?"
"You must be hanging out with the big boss. If you just say a word, I will brave all the swords and fires. This miserable life is yours."
"..."
Talking to this guy is very easy to cause drama. It is obvious that he is fighting against the Japanese aggressors and committing suicide. When this guy talks about it, he becomes a Liangshan hero and rebels.
wrong!
The hero of Liangshan did not speak like this, calling himself a cheap man.
"In this world, just follow me. All the three thousand Korean soldiers guarding Nanyuan City will be under your command."
"North Korean militia..."
Tang Chuan is lost.
"You chose the North Korean camp yourself. What else do you think? Will the Liaodong cavalry obey the orders of the North Koreans?"
A question tempered Tang Chuan's temper.
As the sovereign state, the generals and even soldiers of the Ming Dynasty never lacked arrogance when facing the Koreans. How could they obey Pu Zhenghuan's command?
That's right, Tang Chuan has not forgotten who he is. Even if Lu Li wants to hide it, he cannot hide it.
"Well, let's just let North Koreans live in North Korea."
"He is in charge of three thousand soldiers."
After a few words of self-clarification, this guy regained his former vitality.
At this time, Lu Li added in a timely manner:
"Among this group of North Korean soldiers, there are hundreds of Ming troops, all of whom were my former personal soldiers. Having them mixed in will increase their combat effectiveness a lot."
Sure enough, Tang Chuan was in a better mood.
The boss commanded three thousand Liaodong cavalry.
I command three thousand Korean infantry, plus more than a hundred elite Liaodong cavalry.
To round things off, I am better than the boss in some aspects.
A smile blooms.
Next to him, Lu Li didn't know what this guy had figured out, so he directly ordered:
"You are responsible for collecting the heads of these Japanese samurai. You can catch a monster wherever you want and let it carry it."
"There is also a North Korean auxiliary general in Nanyuan City named Jin Jinglao. His strength is on par with yours. If you don't get some military exploits, you may not be able to convince the public."
Reasonable and convincing.
Tang Chuan was moved. He didn't expect Lu Li to be so kind to him and considerate so carefully. He said repeatedly:
"Thank you, boss, for cultivating me."
"Thank you, boss, for cultivating me."
There is an illusion of entering the Republic of China.
While sighing, Lu Li murmured: "You should say less words in the future, behave well, don't thank me, and when it's time to fight to the death, just don't hesitate."
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