Chapter 174: Sin

Zhou Fu is a sincere man who deserves Yang Ge's kindness.

After Yang Ge pointed out that the Xiaobuying of the Japanese slave army was insignificant, and asked him to coordinate the warriors of all levels of the Japanese slave army and suppress the Xiaoying just to train his nature.

Zhou Fu did not relax his vigilance and watch the show because the Xiaoying of the Japanese slave army was insignificant. Instead, he was more diligent than before. He took the translator to patrol the camp day and night for two or three days, appeased the warriors at all levels, and actively asked Yang Ge for the art of drawing cakes and compromises, and tried his best to stabilize the camp.

However, a good cook cannot cook without rice. No matter how clever the art of drawing cakes is, it cannot defeat the survival instinct of the terrifying upright ape!

The camp of the Japanese slave army finally collapsed when the food was distributed before nightfall on the fifth day of camping in Tajima.

A ninth-rank warrior whose rations were robbed by his immediate superior, led his ten slaves to attack another ninth-rank warrior and robbed them of all their rations...

He thought he was doing it secretly, but when the aroma of cooking food came out of their tent, the Japanese warriors of all levels, who had been watching for a long time without waiting for the intervention of the first-rank Chinese warriors, finally couldn't hold back the hungry beast in their hearts, and pulled out their sharp steel knives and swung them at their comrades who had been fighting side by side a few days ago.

The sound of killing swept the entire camp.

There were hysterical roars and wails everywhere.

There were muffled sounds of sharp blades cutting flesh and blood everywhere.

There were Japanese soldiers running around like pigs and wolves everywhere.

Swords and guns collided.

Flags fell.

Tents burned.

Some Japanese soldiers who grabbed bloody food did not dare to cook them and swallowed them directly with snow.

Some Japanese slaves were ripped open by other Japanese slaves just after they swallowed the food and snow, and they died without a full stomach.

Some Japanese slaves not only failed to grab the food of other Japanese slaves, but also became the food of other Japanese slaves...

That night, the nine-level samurai system established under the cruel and violent rule did not fall apart, but became more solid and indestructible.

Because the Japanese slaves at the bottom can only protect themselves from becoming food in the pot of other Japanese slaves if they completely obey the stronger and more numerous samurai.

When the snowball effect appears, no Japanese slave can stay out of it...

It can't be suppressed!

It can't be suppressed at all!

Zhou Fu led the twelve earthly branches to kill three samurai groups that took the opportunity to stir up trouble. Instead of controlling the chaotic scene, they pushed themselves into a very dangerous situation. Wherever they passed, the Japanese slaves who were making trouble around them secretly observed them with a very dangerous look, as if they were measuring whether their strength could swallow this domineering Chinese superior...

The Japanese slaves' servants were not without awe.

It's a pity that the Japanese slaves' servants never feared Zhou Fu and others who directly managed them.

What's more regrettable is that the Japanese slaves' servants were not face-blind. They recognized the face that was wrapped in thousands of golden lights and as handsome as a god every time he made a move.

As a veteran in the army, Zhou Fu was very keenly aware of this dangerous atmosphere, and decisively gave up the useless effort to suppress Xiaoying, and retreated to the vicinity of Yang Ge's military tent under the protection of the twelve earthly branches.

As a result, when he opened Yang Ge's tent curtain, he suddenly found that the brothers from the West Factory and the Embroidered Uniform Guard had already crowded into the warm military tent, sitting on the ground and sipping the steaming meat porridge. When Liu Tang saw him come in, he raised the porridge bowl in his hand and asked him why he came so late...

He looked at the iron pot for cooking porridge in the center of the military tent, which was bigger than a water tank and was rolling with white hot steam. The dreamlike feeling that he had crossed two worlds in one step became even more intense!

When the heat wave, carrying the salty and fragrant aroma of meat porridge, hit Zhou Fu's face, he was like waking up from a long nightmare. The anxiety and torment in his heart disappeared in an instant, and then he felt that he was really stupid, really...

"Are you tired of shouting?"

Yang Ge personally served a bowl of steaming meat porridge and stuffed it into his hand: "Find a place to sit by yourself, just wait until dawn... Relax, you have tried your best."

He gently patted Zhou Fu's shoulder, turned his head and waved to the twelve earthly branches and pirate translators behind him: "What are you still standing there for? Come in and sit down!"

The twelve earthly branches and pirate translators entered the military tent in a line, their hearts were also filled with the same absurd and dreamy feelings as Zhou Fu's.

The curtain fell again, once again isolating the warm and lively banquet from the outside world where screams and screams came one after another.

Zhou Fu was in a daze all night, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

When the curtain was lifted again, a foot of gloomy sky light reflecting a little scarlet leaked into the military tent, and he suddenly said to Yang Ge: "Second Master, are we going too far by doing this?"

God is my witness, he himself didn't know why he asked this.

But he just asked this question.

After his voice fell, the military tent was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at Yang Ge, as if they were expecting him to give an explanation.

They all needed an explanation.

Even if this explanation was not so reasonable.

But as long as there was...

they could cheer up and move on.

Yang Ge raised his eyes from the ancient book in his hand, looked at Zhou Fu, and then scanned every cracked, dirty face and every pair of turbid but clear eyes in the tent.

He pondered for a long time.

It was so long that everyone in the military tent felt as if they had endured three long winters.

"I'm quite happy for you that you asked this question."

He spoke softly, speaking very slowly and in a gentle tone, but it gave people a very powerful feeling: "This means that the books you have read were not in vain, and it means that the education you received was not in vain. , you have a conscience, you have morals, you have to understand what tolerance is..."

He paused, and then said slowly: "I actually want to tell you all the atrocities the Japanese pirates once committed in my hometown, so that you can also know what a despicable person this is. , a cruel nation, but I can’t say it, and I can’t say it to anyone. In this world, I’m probably the only one who knows those things..."

"But it doesn't matter, even if I am the only one who still knows, the only one who still remembers, the only one who still exists...those atrocities will not disappear!"

"All I can tell you is that the atrocities they committed made me believe that only a dead Japanese pirate can be a good Japanese pirate."

"For all the Japanese pirates who are still alive, no matter how kind, innocent, and submissive they appear... I always feel that this is a strategy, a way to deceive us, numb us, and get close to us, so that he can use it next time. Weapons set foot on our hometown, and then they do the evil things they have done to our fellow citizens, and they are still trying to do the evil things they want to do to our fellow citizens now!”

"You may think that I am here to avoid future troubles, or you may think that I am simply here to vent the bad anger in my chest!"

"Japan... I'm determined to kill him!"

"You all followed my invitation and my order to come here and do this!"

"If there really are eighteen levels of hell in this world, all the sins will be attributed to me, Yang Erlang!"

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"In addition, I would like to say one more thing to all of you here..."

"Kindness can be given to your own people or to strangers you meet by chance."

"You can't give it to the enemy alone! Give it to the enemy!"

"They don't deserve it!"

"You... don't necessarily ration it!"

"I've finished speaking. Ahead is Heian Jing."

"Brothers who are willing to accompany me on this journey, let's bring our weapons and go together to see how much the Ping An Jing built by the Japanese pirates is modeled after our Chang'an and Luoyang."

"You can't go against your own conscience, and I still thank you for accompanying me here. This trip has been a complete success, and I have gained both fame and fortune. You can go home here and see you again in the world."

After saying that, he stood up and walked up to the military tent, grabbed the Lengyue sword and tied it to his waist. He turned around and strode out of the military tent in rapid strides.

The twelve earthly branches took the lead in keeping up with Yang Ge's pace, and the twelve people's pace was like one person.

Liu Tang, the embroidered guard, kicked over the table in front of him, stood up, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said loudly: "We old Liu don't understand any big principles, but our family has to help our own people to understand. Our old Liu Men'er clear!"

As he spoke, he took the gilded oxtail knife and struck at Yang Ge's back: "Brothers, he is a man with a handle, just follow him!"

He chased out of the military tent with large strides, and the six people in the Xiuyi Guards followed suit.

Xichang Nangong Feiying quickly got up and chased after him, shouting curses as he walked: "Liu Tang, who are you scolding like this? All the brothers in Xichang are walking around for the Zajia!"

After hearing this, the six people from Xichang quickly got up and quickly caught up with them.

The military tent, which was still crowded enough to even sit on the floor before a cup of tea, was suddenly empty enough to play basketball, with only a few pirate translators and Zhou Fu left.

Several pirate translators first looked at each other in confusion, then looked at Zhou Fu, turned around and swarmed after him.

Seeing this, Zhou Fu rubbed his face vigorously up and down, then grabbed the oxtail knife and stood up, and quickly chased after him.

He actually didn't quite understand what Yang Ge said.

But he felt that there was nothing wrong with what Liu Tang said, and his family had to help his family!

Think about it from another angle...

'To be able to offend a kind-hearted person like the Second Master like this, how much evil did these Japanese pirates do in the Second Master's house? ’

This reason... is enough!

Outside the military tent.

Yang Ge expressionlessly glanced at the camp where corpses were strewn across the field. Wherever he looked, pairs of green eyes that were as sinister and cruel as hungry wolves lowered their eyes involuntarily. No Japanese slave dared to look at him.

After glancing around, he bent down and grabbed a ball of ice and snow stained red with blood, stood up, took it in his hand and crushed it gently, and then passed away with the wind...

"This heat is enough..."

He murmured to himself and let go of the suppression of his evil aura.

He only heard an extremely violent sword cry, and a black and reddish halo rose into the sky, like a black banner connecting the sky and the earth. His own momentum also increased steadily. The Five Elements Zhenqi, which had been suppressed for a long time, set off a raging tide like the Yellow River overflowing. Each kind of Zhenqi was making its own voice without giving in, but it was unable to overturn the control of the power of his mind.

He raised his left hand and smashed the drum stand on the side of the military tent with one palm.

A huge marching drum as tall as a man flew up, and he blasted it up through the air with one palm after another, making a dull and powerful drum sound that resounded throughout the entire camp.

"Third-class samurai, Saburo Mori, enter!"

"Third-class warrior, Kitaoka Chaoichi, please join me!"

"Third-class Samurai, Murakami Yusei, Senjo..."

One after another, fierce and fierce figures rushed from all directions of the camp in response to the drum sound, kneeling on the ground and speaking loudly in stiff Chinese.

Zhou Fu, who had just arrived behind Yang Ge, looked at these fierce figures in doubt... He dared to guarantee with his own head that before last night, these people were not among the Japanese officers above the seventh-class samurai.

Where did these tough guys come from? Who promoted them to samurai? Who gave them the courage to come to the second master?

‘Could it be...’

He secretly looked at the tall back in front of him with fear, and felt that he was as majestic as a mountain!

Without leaving the tent, he could reach such an unspoken understanding with these Japanese heroes...

This method is even more terrifying than his martial arts!

…

Tanigawa.

One hundred thousand shogunate troops were stationed on the plain, with military tents connecting the sky and the ground, and flags like dark clouds.

Two tall figures of similar age, both dressed in linen, stood at the top of the military camp, with their hands behind their backs, looking northwest.

After a long silence, the older, thin middle-aged man with a goatee spoke softly, unhurriedly, "Kamiizumi-kun, did you sense it?"

The burly middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a heavy beard on one side whispered with a worried look on his face, "Disciple sensed... Such a strong evil spirit, worthy of being the master of the 84,000 evil demons!"

The thin middle-aged man closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Fuso catastrophe."

The burly middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and then he sighed softly, "I said it long ago. The guardian daimyo despised China, did not restrain the retainers and warriors, and repeatedly invaded the upper country, which would inevitably lead to war. Now it has come true. "

The thin middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's too late to regret now. I have to use all my life's learning to kill the golden armored evil demon and help my Fusang survive this catastrophe."

The burly middle-aged man silently put his hand on the sword at his waist and gently stroked the lines on the handle. However, the lines that made him feel peaceful every time he touched them in the past could no longer give him any confidence at this moment.

The thin middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Your heart is in turmoil!"

The burly middle-aged man tightened the handle of the knife in his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Disciple dare not deceive the teacher. Disciple has just realized the essence of the sword technique of 'taking without a knife'. To deal with such a fierce and powerful evil demon, I am afraid that only one knife can do it."

The thin middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and then said lightly, "Success or failure, honor or disgrace, one knife is enough!"

The burly middle-aged man chewed for a moment, nodded and said, "Disciple will accept your instruction."