The flames in the camp were so hot and noisy.
The water under the moonlight is so cold and quiet.
Under the cover of the boat and the night, the shirtless Tie Chen looked like a ghost with a knife in his mouth. Only a pair of cold eyes emerged from the water, swimming up and down with the sea water.
Four hundred and seventeen people, only 417 people who could swim were selected out of more than 7,000 people.
There were four hundred and seventeen people, and each of them had a leather bag hanging on his waist, which contained gunpowder and fire crackers.
Tie Chen swam the fastest, and when he approached a Japanese warship, he disappeared on the sea again.
After a few breaths, he came to the back of the warship and spit out a mouthful of salty sea water. His big bald head reflected the cold light of the dagger.
Tie Chen did not hang the gunpowder on the hull with an iron hook, but inserted a dagger into the gap, and then slowly pulled out the iron hook hanging on the abdomen.
The night wind covered up the sound of the iron hook hanging on the porthole. Tie Chen's body slowly emerged from the sea, like a flexible gecko, entering the porthole in the blink of an eye. After a while, he got out again, and then There is a very long sword stuck in his waist, the samurai sword used by Japanese thieves.
The iron hook was thrown up again. Tie Chen had already reached the edge of the warship. Three old soldiers and a soldier swam over. They were very tired. When they saw that Tie Chen was not blowing up the ship but boarding it, He greeted all the relatives of Lao Tie's family in a low voice.
Behind the ship's edge guard were faces that were extremely ugly and frightened.
The Japanese thieves guarding the warship had no idea what was going on. They just widened their eyes and tried to figure out what was going on.
With a "Pfft" sound, a long knife was inserted into the throat of a Japanese thief. The dozen or so Japanese thief next to him were frightened to death. When they reacted, Tie Chen was like a big golden retriever crawling ashore, with water drops all over his body.
The thirteen Japanese thieves all retreated, their panic instantly turning into anger, and they began to look around for anyone who could take advantage of them.
Tie Chen wiped the sea water on his big head, showed a polite smile, and then grabbed the samurai sword with both hands.
"When you came to my territory of Great Zhou, did you forget to knock on the door?"
After the word "?" fell, Tie Chen jumped up high and swung his long knife down. The Ying thief who had just raised his head slowly fell to the ground like butter cut by a table knife. The smaller half of his head fell.
He crushed the eyeballs on the ground with his foot, but Tie Chen still had a calm smile on his face.
"This general killed sixteen people at most once. It's a pity."
This "pity" was full of deep regret. Tie Chen had always wanted to break his own record.
The Japanese thieves who had weapons or tools swarmed forward.
Tie Chen was a poisonous general as well as a fierce general. A group of boatmen guarding the warship were no match for him. They neither formed a battle formation nor had any cooperation at all. They rushed over in a swarm.
It is humans and beasts that are abominable, not weapons.
The samurai sword in Tie Chen's hand was originally the weapon of the warship "Dayan". He cherished it extremely much. He didn't take it off the ship because he was afraid of cutting it and curling it up during the night camp. Another reason was that it would be difficult to maintain it if it came into contact with sea water.
A knife is a knife, not for viewing, but for killing.
No matter how well it is maintained, not stained with blood, and not given a name, even if it is still shining ten, hundred, or thousands of years ago, it has lost the meaning of its existence.
This samurai sword has now been given meaning by Tie Chen, the meaning of the sword.
The katana sword, which is 1.32 meters long, can destroy everything.
Or poke, pierce the skin, break the flesh, or pierce the heart.
Or cut, blood spattered, bones broken, and stumps appeared.
Tie Chen did not fight and retreat because he was alone. Instead, he struck faster and closer, each strike being so forceful and deadly.
This is the warrior among warriors, the warrior among warriors, and the warrior among warriors.
There were very few generals like Zhou Ke, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Zhou Laoba, who had practiced martial arts since childhood. The army mostly consisted of generals like Lu Baichuan, Zhang Zhuo, and Tie Chen.
No one has taught them the so-called skills, they are all honed on the battlefield, how to cut, how to stab, how to block, how to charge, and how to cut down the enemy in front of them as quickly as possible.
After staying on the battlefield for a long time and experiencing a lot of battles, countless dead bodies fell down, and he developed this ability, the ability to kill people.
More than a dozen Yingdao warship boatmen lost the strength to fight again when the fifth man fell, and they scattered like birds and beasts.
It's a taboo to expose your back to the enemy in a battle formation. Even if you run fast, arrows will be fired at you.
Tie Chen had no arrows, he only had a ghostly figure.
After a few breaths, everyone collapsed.
Tie Chen lowered his head, looked at the thief who was struggling and twitching with his abdomen pierced, and smiled slightly: "I'll give you a ride."
After finishing speaking, Tie Chen pointed the tip of the katana at the thief's mouth and slowly pressed down on the handle.
The thief was stabbed in the head and stopped struggling.
"Say thank you."
Tie Chen drew out his long sword and saw that someone had already climbed onto the boat. He laughed and said, "I will go and capture another one."
After finishing his words, Tie Chen plunged into the sea with a fierce thrust.
Several old soldiers looked at the corpse on the deck and secretly praised it. No wonder they could be combined with Shao Yin's blue eyes. This killing method was very agile.
Tie Chen is not the only one with "ambition", there is another person who can also swim, who also did not blow up the boat, and who is equally skilled in the art and boldly wants to seize the boat. Although Han You, who is deeply trusted, spends all day hanging out in the villa but travels in the gang The guard commander of Youwang Mansion outside the inner circle, Zhang Zhuo!
As one of the few people who was given a "nickname" by Han You, A Zhuo was more like a silent assassin in the dark night than Tie Chen's bravery.
Zhang Zhuo came from the deck of the cabin, holding two knives in his hands, one long and one short. The long one was longer than the short knife, and the short one was shorter than the long knife. He bent down and leaned behind the barrel, slowly adjusting his breathing.
"one two three four…"
Counting slowly, when Zhang Zhuo counted to "eight", he suddenly stood up without even raising his eyelids.
A boatman who wanted to run into the cabin was pulled behind the barrel.
The short knife was inserted into his heart. It was inserted diagonally from the lower part of the abdomen, perfectly avoiding the ribs and piercing the heart.
When the boatman fell, Azhuo stood up with the help of his strength. The long knife in his right hand happened to be standing upright. At the moment when the boatman fell, his throat was cut.
Azhuo has never told Han You and others that back then he was not only one of Lao Ba's personal followers, but also a pioneer explorer. He went deep into the grassland countless times and killed countless Liangrong rangers and broke into many tents.
The reason why Han You brought Zhang Zhuo was because Wang Hai, who was also the pioneer to explore the horse, suggested it.
Young Master Han didn't see how skilled Zhang Zhuo was, but Wang Hai did.
After all, he was Tan Ma. At that time, Adhuo could not kill many people with many heads or ears. If he could, with his military merit, he would at least be the commander of a large battalion.
After killing a boatman, Azhuo did not make any sound and stepped closer to the edge of the boat step by step, close to the Japanese thieves who were looking at the fire and shouting.
A knife, a corpse, gently brought down.
Two knives, two words, the body was brought down gently.
Azhuo, who was squatting on the ground, inserted the short knife into the joint between his thigh and buttocks, and pulled hard. There was no more blood on the knife.
"one two three four."
Azhuo confirmed it again, then laughed and whistled frivolously: "Come on, let's have some fun."
As soon as the word "ah" fell, Azhuo no longer needed to hide his figure and pounced on him like a tiger descending from the mountain.
He can take care of four people with one hand.
In fact, there were three people, because the dagger shot out and hit a Japanese thief in the throat.
The long knife was swung, and another Japanese thief fell to the ground.
The long sword was lifted up, and the frightened Japanese thief was disemboweled.
The only one alive was completely stunned. From the moment he discovered Zhang Zhuo to when he was about to make a move, the four people around him fell down.
Until this moment, the corpse of the Japanese thief with a short knife stuck in his throat had not completely fallen to the ground.
When its body hit the ground, Zhang Zhuo was already standing next to him and pulled out the short knife from his throat.
With a "wow" all over him, the only survivor climbed over the edge of the boat and jumped into the sea.
This was the only way he could think of to escape, and it was also an instinctive reaction.
Zhang Zhuo stretched out his body and closed his left eye.
"Naughty."
Zhang Zhuo opened his left eye, and shot the dagger straight down. As soon as the thief popped out of his head, he sank into the sea water again, and fell into the boundless coldness.
After taking care of everyone on the boat, Zhang Zhuo ran off the deck. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized one thing, he couldn't sail the boat.
Looking at the rudder of the ship, Zhang Zhuo thought for a while, forget it, and walked up the stairs again.
In the cabin, there were seven corpses lying in various directions. There was also a long stab wound on Zhang Zhuo's back. There was blood dripping, but Azhuo seemed not to feel it.
He liked this feeling so much, this feeling at the beginning, this feeling that he couldn't suppress in Beijing but had to work hard to suppress it.
