Chapter 845

With the people brought by Chen Jie, Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were much lighter. They simply went sightseeing inside and outside Kyoto and felt a different scenery.

Although it is winter, the sun is still not stingy on this land.

"No more shopping!"

Fang Xing has never been a material for playing. When he came down half a mountain, he felt his feet soft.

It is located in the middle of the mountain. There is a flat ground in front of it, with several small woods occasionally. It is also elegant.

Zhu Zhanji couldn't do it either. He gasped and said, "take a break and go again."

Jia Quan and Xin Laoqi took people to search in several woods, and then set up a police post. Fang woke up and sat on the ground, bared their teeth and took off their shoes to relax.

Zhu Zhanji was sitting downwind, his legs were moving, and he smelled a sour smell.

Looking back, Fang Xing was rubbing his feet with a pleasant face.

This man has no guilt at all about releasing poison gas bombs!

Jia Quan hurried to the side, then hesitated and asked, "uncle, this... Why don't you find someone to serve you?"

The man who leaves a woman is this slovenly virtue!

Fang Xing's sock has a hole, and his toenail is long. I don't know how long it hasn't been cut. He is wantonly blowing outside.

"Who do I want to serve?"

Fang Xing felt that the broken socks were strangled, so he said angrily, "knife, take out a pair of socks."

Xiao Dao carries a backpack. In Jia Quan's impression, this bag is like a treasure bag. It has everything.

After changing a new pair of socks, Fang Xing was finally comfortable.

"Let's eat here at noon?"

Fang Xing feels a little hungry.

There was no water here. Zhu Zhanji looked at Fang Xing's hand that rubbed his smelly feet and quickly made an excuse: "go back, lest adult Yang worry about them."

Fang woke up with regret and said, "it's a pity. I'm going to think of a delicious dish today. I'm sure I don't want to move when I go back."

"Who? Come out!"

Behind him came a sharp drink. Fang woke up, pulled out his knife and ordered him to finish at one go.

"Get back! Protect your highness!"

Zhu Zhanji pulled out his knife at the same time, pushed away Jia Quan who stood in front of him, and said with bright eyes: "it must be those fish that have escaped the net! Just catch them all!"

The bodyguard on the edge was coming. The police whistle near the cliff suddenly shouted, "enemy attack!"

As soon as Fang Xinggang turned around, he saw two men in green leaping from the edge of the cliff. The man was in mid air, his hand moved, and the police whistle covered his throat and fell off the cliff.

"Old seven!"

Fang woke up and pulled Zhu Zhanji behind him, then shouted.

"Master, there are monk soldiers coming down the mountain!"

Fang Wu slowly retreated with several scouts, staring at the mountain all the time. "Three hundred people! Seven brothers! Send a signal!"

Xin Laoqi's face remained unchanged. He took out three fireworks from his backpack, lit them with Fang Xingyu's windproof lighter, and then pointed them at the sky.

"Whew! Whew! Whew!"

The sharp voice rang through the valley, and then burst three times. After that, the yellow flame exploded all over the sky.

"Kill the great sun of the Ming Dynasty!"

A cry came from the mountain road not far away, and then more than 20 Japanese in green climbed up the edge of the cliff. Everyone had Japanese knives in their hands, and they were vigorous and rushed over.

"Let go!"

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji's escort force is more than 30 bodyguards Ding, and the others are at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Zhanji looked around. If he fled down the mountain, it would be a chase, and he didn't know whether there was an ambush on the way.

"Kill them all!"

Fang Xing's attention was on the other side of the cliff. With his order, Xin Laoqi took out a gun with a thick barrel, then stuffed a packet of shotgun into it and lit the fire.

"Bang!"

The huge reaction force made Xin Laoqi back two steps, but the green assassins in front felt the malice from the firearm.

"Ah..."

None of the more than ten people who rushed to the front were spared. They rolled and screamed on the ground with their chest and abdomen.

The rest of them looked surprised, but Jia Quan shouted angrily, "shoot them!"

Bow and arrow, Zhu Zhanji's bodyguards let go with the order.

Fang Xing didn't have to look here. When he turned around, he just saw the monk soldiers rushing down and the familiar long knife.

"Grenade!"

Xin Laoqi shouted. He felt a little unhappy that he had not commanded the battle for a long time.

Fang Xing's servants all have a backpack. Their clothes are different. They look full of pockets and inexplicable buckles.

The knife took a grenade from the bag around his waist, lit it and threw it into the crowd in front.

Seven grenades, one of which was hit by monk soldiers with a long knife, and the remaining six exploded.

"Grenade!"

There were too many monks and soldiers. Xin Laoqi didn't want to fall into a siege, so he ordered to throw grenades again.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Under the attack of two rounds of grenades, the dead and wounded monk soldiers still rushed forward.

"Bang!"

Xin Laoqi only had time to shoot a shot of shotgun, so he threw away the large barrel fire gun specially made by Zhu Fang for him, pulled out the long knife, and slashed off the right arm of the monk soldier who rushed to the front.

Fang Xing took Zhu Zhanji back to the edge of the cliff. He held a real grenade in his hand and looked around. He just saw the knife throw out the flying knife, and then took the knife and rushed up.

The disparity of seven to eight to one made Fang Xing a little anxious. He even thought of taking some shocking things out.

A intercept line composed of more than 30 people looked at the danger. Within a few moments, three of Zhu Zhanji's bodyguards died.

"Right up there, come on!"

After hearing the sound, Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief.

The panting scouts came. Seeing Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji in the back, they immediately blocked the monk's backup with a platoon of guns.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing that the monks and soldiers in the back fell down one by one after being hit by the platoon gun, Fang woke up and said, "no matter how high your martial arts are, put down with one shot! What a special! I'm going to kill!"

Zhu Zhanji was also green and sneered: "I wanted to be slow again, but now it seems that the temples in Japan must be cleaned up."

There are too many temples in Japan. Under the influence of the middle and upper classes, Buddhism blooms everywhere in Japan.

Originally, Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing had discussed that Buddhism had too much influence in Japan. They still had to cook frogs in warm water and clean them up slowly.

But after the attack today, both of them realized one thing.

The monks of Japan are also unwilling to be lonely. The forces behind them are intertwined, which can not be explained by a Buddhism.

Seeing the scouts pressing step by step, the firing rounds were faster than one round, and the monks and soldiers were overwhelmed. Suddenly, a monk shouted, held a knife in both hands, directly cut off a bodyguard, and then came to Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji.

"Stand back!"

"Stand back!"

Fang Xing reached back and wanted to drive Zhu Zhanji behind him.

But Zhu Zhanji was doing this action at the same time. For a moment, the two men's body gave a meal, and the monk soldier had rushed forward.

"Kill!"

The monk soldiers leaping up high with a fierce murderous spirit, wielded a knife to chop in the air, and seemed to recognize Zhu Zhanji. The direction of chopping was on his side.