When Zhang Heng observed Takasugi Shinsaku's whereabouts on the roof of the machiya, Souji Okita below actually couldn't rest for long, because the remaining remnants of the teahouse followed him out.
Okita Souji's back was leaning against the wall, and he only had time to take a breath before he turned over and threw himself into the battle. The sword in his hand let out a slight whistle, and a new wave of blood was baptized.
Zhang Heng jumped down from the roof, stabbed left and right, chopped down two more people in one breath, helped Okita out of the siege, and told him what he saw from above.
"Then what should we do? Should we split up and chase each other?" Souji Okita asked.
"No need, I already know which team Takasugi Shinsaku is in." Zhang Heng said.
Although at the current distance, it is difficult to see the faces of the two teams at night, no matter what happens, Hanjiro Nakamura, the bodyguard, will definitely not leave Takasugi Shinsaku's side, and he is taller than ordinary people, so he is still very good. He recognized it, so Zhang Heng could quickly determine the location of Takasugi Shinsaku.
"Great, let's rush over!" Okita Souji's eyes were burning. He knew that sweat was flowing in. In addition, he also felt that something was blocked in his throat, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, so Coughed twice loudly.
In this night full of blood and fire, Okita Souji did not notice the smell of blood in his mouth.
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Takasugi Shinsaku had to admit that he had underestimated the Shinsengumi guys this time, not only because of their amazing fighting power, but also the most important thing was that he had misunderstood Zhang Heng's identity, thinking that the latter was also a Shinsengumi spy, otherwise It's hard to explain where his martial arts skills came from, and why the people in the teahouse killed the Shinsengumi just as he did.
The French businessman was also in the escaping team. He also changed clothes with a samurai from the Choshu clan, but the haori he wore on him looked a bit funny, especially because there was a big difference in their body shapes. The French businessman At best, he could only be seen wearing that piece of clothing. He looked helpless while wiping the sweat from his forehead as he ran.
He was the one who brought the person. The translator who had been working with him before became seriously ill and stayed in Osaka and could not come over. This was an emergency situation. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the Shinsengumi to arrange manpower to lurk around him in advance. What's more, What's more, with Gabriel's caution, he also observed Zhang Heng for a period of time before hiring him. He saw that Zhang Heng had discussed work with other Western businessmen before finally choosing him. He originally just wanted to use Zhang Heng as a one-time use tool. , I never expected that it would bring such disastrous consequences.
In short, whether it is Takasugi Shinsaku or Gabriel, both of them now basically believe that Zhang Heng is a member of the Shinsengumi, or at least a member of the shogunate. Even if their imaginations were ten thousand times richer, they would probably There was no way to guess that Zhang Heng came here just for a knife tonight.
Shinsaku Takasugi was the first to run. Because of his special status, when Souji Okita signed up for his number outside, he was already ready to evacuate regardless of whether the Shinsengumi's follow-up reinforcements really came back, but his body was indeed It was a big problem. When he walked into the house and chatted and laughed with Gabrielle, it seemed to be nothing serious. But now when he started running, he couldn't hide it anymore. He just started to out of breath after a few steps.
However, Takasugi Shinsaku then refused the offer of help from others, gritted his teeth and insisted on running for a certain distance. He stumbled and fell directly to the ground. His arms and palms were scratched, and blood was flowing. He looked a little embarrassed. No one would have thought that a generation of heroes who were still talking and laughing and commanding operations in the face of the spears and cannons of the shogunate fleet a year ago would be reduced to this situation.
Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but think of the words "hero's end" in their hearts.
Nakamura Hanjiro's face showed a rare look of worry, and he said to a bushi from the Choshu clan next to him, "I have to find a sedan."
Gion is a famous place of wind and moon in Kyoto. It is very lively every night, and many dignitaries come and go. It is not difficult to find a sedan chair. However, in order to confuse each other, the group of rebels decided to divide their forces into two groups. , that's why Takasugi Shinsaku didn't choose to leave in a sedan.
But now his physical strength has obviously reached its limit, and there is no point in insisting on being exposed or not. Otherwise, at their current speed, the opponent can even kill the other team first and then come back to find them.
But at this time, there were still people who were lucky and asked, "Have those two guys been killed by our people?"
Nakamura Hanjiro turned back and glanced in the direction of Youyoshi, shook his head and said, "If those two people are already dead, someone should put out the fire."
But the reality is that the fire in the tea house is getting bigger and bigger, even alarming the neighboring houses.
The two samurai drew their swords and forced a man who came to drink on the road to roll off his sedan chair, and then together they lifted up Takasugi Shinsaku, who seemed to be in a bad situation.
"Get out of here quickly!" Nakamura Hanjiro ordered the bearer of the sedan chair.
His unusually tall stature and aura made the bearers dare not resist. They obediently lifted up the sedan and trotted away in the direction he ordered. Nakamura Hanjiro was about to follow him, but The next moment, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and saw the young man appearing on the other side of the street.
The latter looked very bad. There were several stab wounds all over his arms and calves. The feathers on his body were almost soaked with blood and stuck to his chest. However, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to be burning. Looks the same.
"Follow me, sir. Let me handle this." Nakamura Hanjiro said in a deep voice to the remaining people around him.
Several samurai from the rebel faction, including Takeuchi, glanced at each other, said nothing, and immediately turned to chase Takasugi Shinsaku's sedan.
Nakamura Hanjiro was standing alone in the middle of the street, but he was like a tiger sitting on a dragon's lap, surrounded by thousands of troops.
The person he rushed towards raised his head, his tone unchanged, "Okita Souji?"
"Ha." Okita responded and took out the tachi from his waist. Because he had killed too many people tonight, even the scabbard was full of blood. Blood beads dripped down the tip of the knife and fell to the ground, painting his handsome face. His face was also stained with murderous intent, and he said word by word, "No matter who you are, anyone who stands in my way tonight will perish!"
"Then it depends on whether you have come to take your life." Nakamura Hanjiro said indifferently when he heard this, and the palm of his right hand finally moved to Sukumaru Tsuneji on his waist.
But at this moment, a voice came from the roof in front of him, "Your opponent tonight is me."
Then Zhang Heng turned to Chief Okita and said, "Go after Takasugi Shinsaku and leave him to me. The cooperation we discussed before will be completed."
