The order was given, and twenty people floated into the forest like a wisp of blue smoke.
With the help of trees and night, I blended into Jishan Mountain and headed towards Egret Castle.
These twenty people were all personally selected by Cao Bianjiao. They were the best in the warrior camp. Although they had never carried out an assassination mission, was this an assassination?
Is this violent killing?
As the distance got closer, the speed of the twenty people became slower and slower, and their movements became softer and gentler, like a cheetah waiting for prey, ready to go.
It took two to three quarters of an hour to walk the two miles and stopped outside the castle.
A sergeant took out a small special copper bell and put it on the wall. After listening for a quarter of an hour, he slowly shook his head.
At the same time, a quiet county town a few miles down the mountain suddenly burst into flames, and vaguely noisy sounds could be heard.
Seeing this, Old Han stretched out his palms toward the person behind him and made a few movements. A ladder was formed in the blink of an eye, and he climbed over the three-meter-high wall in an instant.
Except for one person who stayed behind, the other nineteen people filed in and headed towards Miyamoto Musashi's residence according to the rough map provided by Jin Yiwei.
But after walking a few dozen meters, everyone stopped because there were two sergeants guarding the courtyard door in front of them. They seemed to be the escorts of the envoy sent by the Tokugawa family.
Moreover, there are still seven or eight sergeants in the courtyard, scattered on the road to Miyamoto Musashi's residence.
"We still encountered the worst-case scenario, so let's just break through!"
Old Han sighed in his heart, then stretched out two fingers toward the people behind him, and then pointed at the guards. Two sleeve arrows were shot out, hitting the throats of the two guards directly.
The moment the two men fell, four warrior battalion sergeants rushed over like arrows.
"who?"
The other guards in the courtyard heard the commotion and shouted angrily.
The only response they received was the sound of sleeve arrows piercing the air. The angry scoldings stopped abruptly and were replaced by miserable howls. However, the miserable howls only lasted for one sound before their throats were cut.
The miserable howl alarmed everyone in the room in the courtyard, but in just a few breaths, the sergeants of the Warrior Battalion quickly approached Miyamoto Musashi's residence.
At the same time, the door of Miyamoto Musashi's room also opened, and a middle-aged man carrying two swords came out. When he saw seven or eight people in black night clothes in the courtyard, his face suddenly became solemn.
Listening to the clash of weapons and screams outside the courtyard, the middle-aged man turned around and ran towards the house without any nonsense.
"Do it!"
The leader glanced at the middle-aged man who turned around and ran away with his two swords. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted low. The four of them raised their arms and flew towards Miyamoto Musashi with sleeve arrows.
Listening to the slight sound of machine gunfire, Miyamoto Musashi, who had just turned around, could only wave his shoulders rapidly, forming a curtain of swords, and the sound of clanging could be heard endlessly.
"This is the effect we want!"
Hey... Just when Miyamoto Musashi was about to reprimand, palm thunder with jumping sparks was thrown towards him.
Upon seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi's expression changed drastically and he ran away.
Fuck any number one swordsman.
His double swords can block sleeve arrows, but they can never block the impact of explosions. He already fully understood this when he served as a light foot (artilleryman).
It's a pity that no matter how fast he is, he can't be faster than the thunder in his palm.
Those sleeve arrows are just to buy time for the others to light the thunder in their palms.
boom……
boom……
boom……
Palm thunder exploded in the air one by one, blocking Miyamoto Musashi's retreat.
Miyamoto Musashi was also a master. He rolled directly on the ground, but even so, he was lifted up by waves of air and floated like a rag in the air one meter high.
Mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and then were dispersed by the air waves.
"What can the first swordsman do? He is like a toddler in front of firearms. In my whole life..."
boom!
The floating Miyamoto Musashi hit the ground, and the last unfinished thoughts in his mind also disappeared.
Seeing Miyamoto Musashi fall to the ground, the four people who had just thrown palm thunder raised their right hands, and several sleeve arrows sank into Miyamoto Musashi's body.
The leader stepped forward and took a look, then pulled off Miyamoto Musashi's clothes and took a look: "It's Miyamoto Musashi, confirmed!"
After saying that, he picked up Miyamoto Musashi's swords and struck them down hard. Miyamoto Musashi's head was cut off and wrapped in Miyamoto Musashi's clothes.
At this time, two beautiful and disheveled women walked out of Miyamoto Musashi's room again, their eyes full of fear and panic.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Han Baihu glanced at it, pulled out the hidden sword from Miyamoto Musashi and threw it out. The hidden sword was like a javelin and sank directly into the chests of the two frightened women.
"There's only half an hour left, let's go ahead and kill the people who have bloodbathed this castle! Use the thunder in your palm to kill them quickly!"
"retreat!"
Han Baihu shouted loudly, and more than ten warrior battalion sergeants outside filed into Miyamoto Musashi's courtyard, and then the door was blocked by the mission sergeants and Miyamoto Musashi's disciples.
Looking at this scene, Han Baihu smiled ferociously and nodded towards the people behind him.
Several palm mines were ignited, and then fell over the wall and outside the courtyard.
Violent explosions were heard, fires flashed, and screams were heard. From time to time, some pieces of meat fell into the courtyard.
"Old Wang, you take two people to set fire!"
"rush!"
"kill!"
The warrior battalion sergeants rushed out of the courtyard in groups of three, and through the smoke and dust, rushed into the ranks of the mission sergeants further out.
The shadow of the knife flickered, the cold light suffocated, and blood splattered everywhere.
The sergeants of the Warrior Battalion who came out of the battlefield were like butchers, while the sergeants of the mission and the slaves in the castle were like beasts.
In just a few breaths, there was no living person within sight.
Thick smoke was already rising from several courtyards in the castle, and a pungent smell came from it.
Han Baihu reached out and took out a loud arrow, ignited it, threw it into the air and exploded, and then shouted: "Retreat!"
Return to the original route and disappear into the mountains and forests.
Two miles away, two hot air balloons with palm mines inside slowly rose into the sky and drifted towards the west, complementing the fire in Bailu City.
Half an hour later, the guard of Hyogo Prefecture was furious when he saw the envoy's broken limbs and Miyamoto Musashi's headless body.
But it was useless. Although they guessed that people from Ming Dynasty killed Miyamoto Musashi, they didn't know where the people from Ming Dynasty were hiding.
A few miles away in the forest, more than twenty people were walking through the mountain trails.
"Han Baihu, how are you? You succeeded!"
"certainly!"
Han Baihu handed over the package that was still bleeding. After Lao Zhao opened it and looked at it, he whispered: "Yes, it's him. We will pass the news back through our channels."
