Chapter 218: 217 Misenin Kashin

Chapter 218: 217 Misenin Kashin

Chapter 218 217. Mishanin Yuanzhen

Outside the longhouse of the ronin group in the castle town, a group of bandits who still maintained their basic organization, holding torches and kerosene, surrounded the longhouse.

It was already drizzling in the night, but with this level of rain, there was no way to withstand a deliberate fire.

The only reason why the bandits did not throw out kerosene and torches now is that they did not want to burn the belongings of the wanderers in the longhouse.

In the eyes of bandits, rogues are generally richer than ordinary civilians.

But even so, the bandits' little patience was about to be exhausted.

Although the wall around the longhouse is thin, it can still be regarded as a barrier.

In a cold-weapon confrontation, even a small **** can be considered an advantage.

The people above have a longer attack range, wider attack targets, and more powerful weapons. The people below want to rush forward, but before they can swing their weapons, they have to waste an entire movement on raising their legs.

So, although the Ronin group in the longhouse does not have a leader. However, a group of people who make money by licking blood with the blade of a knife still relied on their **** bravery and ruthlessness, and at least they did not lose this stronghold.

Hold on! Hold on!

The rogues were waving samurai swords and spears by the wall while shouting and cheering each other up to make sure that they were still alive and that the defense zone they were responsible for had not been breached.

The bandits will not let anyone go alive! Even if it is to survive, we must stop them!

At the gate of the longhouse courtyard, a thin wooden door has been chopped and smashed from the outside until it is crumbling, and there are several large holes in the door panel.

The two ronin, who knew a little bit about pistol skills, stretched out their spears from the large hole in the door panel. The metal blades swayed like poisonous snakes, so that the bandits at the main entrance did not dare to approach for a while.

The two spearmen encouraged each other and checked for each other's mistakes. But even so, they knew in their hearts that the situation was getting worse.

After such a long time, the Hirata clan still has no reinforcements arriving. However, the bandits' momentum grew louder and louder, and the screams and cries outside became smaller and smaller.

Everyone in the castle town was almost killed!

What they are doing now is nothing more than fighting against a trapped beast.

At this moment, the bandits, who were afraid to come forward because of the long guns at the gate, seemed to suddenly come up with a good plan.

They had cheeks covered with a layer of black putty, smiling in the firelight and drizzle.

That monk! The bandit holding a torch shouted as he waved the light source in his hand towards the distance.

The monk with the Jumonji Gun! Arent you some [ninja killers]? Come here and do a favor, break down the courtyard gate, and share the contents with you! This is the courtyard where those wanderers live!

The two spearmen guarding the gate looked at each other. In the darkness beyond the yard, a shining spear head was first revealed.

The head of this gun is half a meter long, and the entire gun is at least three and a half meters long!

The eyes that were originally full of confidence and murderous intent under the turban suddenly widened at this moment.

That was not a normal opening of the eyes, but the eyelids were opened to the limit under the severe pain!

The internal organs were crushed into minced meat, and the special projectile rolled in his abdominal cavity. When it finally burst out from the right waist, it directly opened a hole as big as a bowl of ocean in his body!

Uh-huh!

The white turban was stained red by the blood that was suddenly spit out.

The core strength group of the waist and abdomen was damaged, and the spear skills were completely scattered in an instant.

The spear head carrying huge kinetic energy changed from a straight thrust to an irregular sweep.

In the darkness, a tall and strong figure rushed out at the right time.

He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways. His broad body and armor directly knocked the four or five bandits surrounding the courtyard into the range of the dancing gun heads.

Although the spear skills were broken, the iron blade that had accumulated enough energy still directly cut off the bodies of these bandits.

Behind Lan En, Kotaro led an obviously much larger team and rushed towards the group of bandits in a swarm.

Kill! They are too scattered! Dont be afraid!

Lan En himself, on the other hand, still felt uneasy and rushed directly towards Mishanin Enma, who had lost his spear.

The bandit blocking the road couldn't even stop him for a moment and was knocked away.

The seriously injured monk soldier didn't even have time to collapse, and a big hand directly grasped his face.

Then when he turned his hands, the big hand pressed the back of his head and made hard contact with the ground.

Bang!

The brain, blood, and mud mixed together and turned into a strangely colored puddle.

Lan En stood up slowly, shook his silver-white hair that was wetted by the rain, and looked calmly at the 'piece of meat' still twitching nervously on the ground.

This mans Air Gun Blade is amazing.

It's a pity that this spear skill's change of tactics in battle is not very strong.

The witcher shook his head and walked towards the longhouse courtyard where the battle situation had been decided.

In summary, this is an imperfect marksmanship.

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