Da Ming started to ascend the throne

Chapter 558 Bloody Battle

140 members of the four major families bravely stood together with fifty Jin Yiwei, they wanted to fight for the survival of the Chinese.

This pleased Zhan Zhao and the heads of the four major families. The heads of the Zhao family and the Li family led the remaining Chinese to retreat.

The head of the Liu family, Liu Fengxiang, and the Zhang family advocated Shantang and they stood outside the tunnel with machetes in hand to protect them from retreating.

The two 60-year-olds also risked their lives at this time. They felt that their old bones were worthless.

They want to fight for future generations, even if they are killed by natives, they will die without regret.

The natives of Luzon rushed to the gate of the Liu Family Manor screaming strangely, and the gate was tightly closed at this time.

But relying on their numbers, they swarmed up and knocked down the gate of the Liu family.

Zhan Zhao and the others stood guard behind the gate, and when they saw the natives pouring in one after another, they immediately waved the embroidered spring knives in their hands.

The Xiuchun knife flashed coldly, and the heads of the dozen or so natives who rushed into the gate first flew up from their necks, gushing out one after another, instantly dyeing the Liu family courtyard red.

Especially Zhan Zhao's Xiuchun knife, every time he swung it, several heads fell to the ground.

But there are tens of thousands of indigenous people, they didn't care about the more than 100 people in front of them, and rushed into Liu's manor desperately.

Fifty Jinyiwei and more than 100 servants of the four major families showed no fear, and slashed with their weapons.

The aborigines are shorter and less powerful than the Chinese, and the yard cannot accommodate too many people.

As a result, the aborigines who rushed into the Liu family compound were almost equivalent to giving away their heads.

At first, Zhan Zhao was worried that the members of the four major families were not good enough, but later found that they were all masters, and everyone could easily hack and kill the natives.

The machetes in their hands are much more powerful than the steel knives in the hands of the aborigines, and almost every knife can kill an aborigine.

In front of Daming Jinyiwei and the servants of the four major families, those ferocious natives were like fish on a cutting board, and the ground was covered with dead bodies.

A few natives sneaked into the back hall and were immediately discovered by Zhang Shantang and Liu Fengxiang.

The two old men shouted loudly, swung their chopsticks and rushed in front of them.

Seeing that the two white-haired old men dared to provoke them, the short native laughed immediately:

"Haha, old man, you are nothing when you are a grandfather, brothers, don't move, and watch how my brother chops off their heads."

An aborigine didn't pay attention to Zhang Shantang and Liu Fengxiang at all, and waved his hand to prevent his companions from coming forward. He wanted to single out the two family heads.

Looking down at the small knife in his hand, this guy blocked the two old men by himself, and yelled wildly:

"First I'm cutting off your arms, I'm cutting off your thighs, and I'm cutting off your..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

He just wanted to say that the second elder's head would be cut off in the end, but Zhang Shantang's machete cut off his head.

Liu Fengxiang was also not to be outdone. Just as Zhang Shantang beheaded the native, Liu Fengxiang had already cut the native in half with the machete in his hand.

The scene in front of them was beyond the expectations of the other aborigines, and they were stunned at the time.

It wasn't until Zhang Shantang and Liu Fengxiang rushed in front of them that they yelled loudly and fought the two elders with their small knives.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Pfft..."

I thought that five people would definitely kill two old men, but when they fought, the two old men hacked and killed three of them.

The always arrogant aborigine was completely killed by two old men. Now the remaining two aborigines didn't dare to fight, they turned around and ran away.

The two elders looked at each other, but instead of chasing them, they bent down to pick up the weapons thrown away by the natives on the ground, and threw them fiercely.

"Pfft..."

The two Xiaogang knives melted into two cold lights, and they were inserted accurately from the backs of the two natives.

The aborigine's back was suddenly hit by something, and then he felt a burst of coldness. He looked down and found a half-foot-long knife point protruding from his chest.

"what……"

"what……"

The two natives yelled and fell forward to die.

Zhang Shantang and Liu Fengxiang raised their hands and slapped each other to encourage each other, and then wiped the blood from the machete on the corpse of the aborigine.

"Quick, hurry up and enter the tunnel, the natives are coming."

The two elders killed six aborigines and immediately urged the Chinese to quickly enter the tunnel, while they continued to guard outside the tunnel with machetes in hand.

At this time, countless indigenous corpses had fallen on the ground in the front yard. They were either cut in half or had their heads cut off. There was definitely a river of blood flowing in the yard.

Fifty Jinyiwei and more than 100 Ding became mountains that blocked the progress of the aborigines, making it impossible for them to climb over for a while.

But there are too many natives, and behind them are Japanese mercenaries.

At this time, these Japanese ronin had become a colonist supervisory team, and they brandished samurai swords to urge the aborigines to come forward and fight.

Seeing some of the natives backing away, the Japanese rogues swung their knives and chopped off the heads of the retreating natives without hesitation. In the hearts of this group of Japanese rogues, the natives were also a lowly group.

As the number of Chinese people decreased, the corpses in the yard piled up higher and higher. More than a dozen servants of the four major families had died in battle, and more than 100 people had been injured.

However, the injuries of these 50 people were not serious. They were all scratched by the native swords. They were all red-eyed and unaware of their injuries.

As for the Jinyiwei led by Zhan Zhao, no one has died in battle, only a few people have been injured.

After all, they are all selected by the army and the elites in the arena, and they are not comparable to the members of the four major families.

Seeing that the number of Chinese is getting smaller and smaller, the Japanese vagrants are impatient. That is a big cake in their eyes, and they must not be allowed to run away.

"A bunch of trash, make way for me, the younger ones will follow!"

Takejuro Yamamoto, the leader of the Japanese ronin, led more than 100 Japanese ronin, left the natives in front and rushed into the courtyard.

Seeing that this group of people was a bit extraordinary, Zhan Zhao hurriedly told his servants to retreat.

"The family brothers of the four major families retreat, let's deal with these bastards."

But the servants were all red-eyed at this moment, and they couldn't listen to Cheng Zhao's words at all, so they swung their knives and rushed into the ronin formation.

The two sides fought together in an instant, and it was a tie for a moment. Takejuro Yamamoto drew his samurai sword and went straight to Zhan Zhao.

He has already seen that Zhan Zhao is the leader here, and only by killing Zhan Zhao first can they get close to the Chinese in the backyard.

The embroidered spring knife in Zhan Zhao's hand was dripping with blood, and he looked at the rogue from the Japanese country with cold eyes.

As the Imperial Guard of the Ming Dynasty, Zhan Zhao could tell that his opponent was a Japanese rogue.

During the Jiajing period, the Japanese people who kept harassing Ming Dynasty in the southeast coast all wore this dress.

"Bage, all the humble Ming people will die for me."

Takejuro Yamamoto held the saber in both hands, rushed to Zhan Zhao quickly, and slashed at the top of Zhan Zhao's head.

Zhan Zhao didn't panic, he slammed the Xiuchun knife on the katana, and there was a loud noise when the swords intersected, and the katana was knocked out by the Xiuchun knife.

"kill"

Zhan Zhao shouted loudly, and the Xiuchun knife pierced Shan Ben's chest with a flash of cold light.

This knife was extremely fast, and Yamamoto hurriedly drew his knife to resist, but now the knife move suddenly changed, cutting Yamamoto's arm obliquely.

Yamamoto was taken aback, and hurriedly backed away, narrowly avoiding Zhan Zhao's knife.

But Zhan Zhao moved his feet, quickly followed Yamamoto, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

At this time, Yamamoto had just stood firmly beside him, and he had no time to dodge, and was knocked to the ground by Zhan Zhao's kick.

He deserved to be so unlucky that he just fell down beside a Jin Yiwei. The Jin Yiwei was overjoyed when he saw it, and he raised his embroidered spring knife and slashed at Shan Ben's neck.

"Crack..."

A huge head of Yamamoto rolled aside in an instant, kicked his legs twice, and a stream of blood spurted from his neck.

(End of this chapter)