This Qing is wrong

Chapter 203 Death is like the wind, always with me

The upper echelons of the shogunate in Edo Castle were full of pessimism, and the camps of the entire Japanese regular army gathered outside the city, but their morale was high.

Japan in this era lacks everything, except for brave ronin and samurai.

With only a few edicts, Edo City gathered hundreds of thousands of troops. At this time, there are still many ronin in all parts of Japan who are unable to participate in this battle with the Eastern world, since ancient times, because they do not have a lord. Feeling a sigh of relief in the joint battle of the country duel...

However, although Japan has a large army, just like the grassland army at the time, the flags are messy and divided into pieces, and the troops of each daimyo territory are self-contained.

Fortunately, the majesty of the shogunate can still suppress everyone, and the army as a whole maintains a peaceful state.

Until the early morning of this day, countless faint lights bloomed in the open space between the camps outside Edo City.

There were so many Japanese troops gathered that the open space outside Edo City was occupied by various camps, and the camps between different daimyo families were clearly separated, and a piece of open space was reserved as a dividing line.

As a result, the system enemy troops automatically and randomly descend on the open space between these camps.

A full 2000 troops from the American Continental Army were scattered among the camps of 10,000+ Japanese troops...

As in the past, Yasuo Yamashita found a stone platform after eating a rice ball to wipe and caress the Hayate Katana, and saw dozens of people wearing strange blue uniforms and boat-shaped three-cornered hats appearing not far from him. , holding the 'Iron Cannon' in his hand, but without any armor protection, the Nanman appeared.

Japan called the Westerners the Southern Barbarians.

Because Western missionaries first appeared in the south, and their preaching was banned by the Tokugawa shogunate, the Japanese in this era have always had a sense of superiority over Westerners, and they are far less humble than Li Changqing's previous life.

In fact, any country or nation will not show humbleness when encountering outsiders, but instead has a sense of superiority as the protagonist.

The so-called humble attitude, to put it bluntly, is the result of being beaten...

Before the black ship incident in the United States, Japan's closed-door policy was even stricter, and there was no soil for Westerners to walk on.

Compared with the time when the Qing court received Westerners, it is even more arrogant and conceited.

Naturally, Yasuo Yamashita, who suddenly saw Nanman's face, was like other warriors, even though they appeared in a strange way, they still didn't have much fear.

"Is this what they call the monster war puppet?
The way of appearance is indeed unique, but the combat power geometry is unknown. "

Yasuo Yamashita stood up as he spoke.

As long as a high-level samurai like him does not run away, he has a certain freedom of movement, not to mention that the Japanese army is not fighting in battle now, and everyone is chatting and beating in the camp.

Only the lowly ashigaru are on patrol and training.

"Yasuo, should we compare who killed more this time?"

A voice sounded from the side of Yasuo at the bottom of the mountain, and he turned his head to look, his indifferent face softening slightly.

The other party is one of the few high-level warriors he can call friends, the reason why the two can become friends is very simple, the other party is also an 'inferior person' who was promoted from a low-level warrior.

"I hope you won't lose too badly this time."

Yasuo Yamashita said with a smile.

The two looked at each other, lowered their bodies slightly at the same time, and rushed forward the next moment.

When the two saw dozens of Nanman wearing blue military uniforms not far away, raising iron cannons towards them, the two began to speed up their short legs and walked out of an irregular curve.

Japan does not have a fixed rating for personal force, and the lower-level samurai and senior samurai Hashimoto samurai, which are used to define the samurai level, are just a symbol of status and can be obtained by fighting fathers, so they do not represent absolute force values.

As a result, there is often a large difference in the combat effectiveness of warriors among low-level warriors, high-level warriors, and even banner warriors. Even low-level warriors who are underappreciated can easily defeat the combat power of superior banner warriors.

However, Japan is a country with serious class solidification. They will not promote you just because of your high force value. Even if you have a daimyo who loves talent, if you want to promote a low-level samurai or even a ronin samurai, they will arrange some murderers for the other party first. Tasks, let the other party rely on their military exploits to be promoted.

If you suddenly promote an untouchable with no status and background without credit, you will often offend the entire upper class, even the general of the shogunate will not do this!
After all, this is not a time of war, who frankly judges your ability in a time of peace?

Connections and background are what the upper class value.

Because everyone in the upper class has strong contacts and backgrounds, but people in the upper class may not have enough ability. Naturally, these people who make the rules will not use the fields they are not good at to allocate positions and resources.

It's like one person has a gun in his hand, and another has money in his hand. Only one person can survive. The person with the gun will not choose to sell his gun to the rich...

If you shoot the other party with your own gun, isn't the other party's money your own?

Not only can you survive, but you can also get huge profits. As long as you are not stupid, you know how to choose.

For people in the upper class, connections and background are guns, and ability is money, so the reality is often cruel.

Yasuo Yamashita and his friends displayed a very fast movement speed, which has surpassed the lightness kung fu speed of ordinary mid-level warriors on the Central Plains!

Only, they are not as fast as bullets.

After a round of shooting, Yasuo Yamashita and his friends paused.

Yasuo Yamashita looked up in shock, it was the first time he saw a 'person' with such accurate marksmanship!
It's not that Yamashita Yasuo has never fought against the ashigaru with an iron cannon, but often when he charges in a curve, the opponent's first round of shots often fails to hit him, and even fires ahead of time because of panic.

but……

Yasuo Yamashita removed the palm covering his waist, it was already covered with blood, luckily the kidney inside was not injured.

"Death is like the wind, always with me."

Yasuo Yamashita's eyes suddenly burst into a ray of black light, the pain caused by the bullet was temporarily suppressed by him, and the stagnant figure shot out again.

This time, he didn't curve the charge because the opponent had already fired once.

Dozens of American Continental Army prototypes are the skirmishers with the best marksmanship in history. After all, the only thing that the American Continental Army can do in history is the record of jungle skirmishers.

On the frontal battlefield, the American Continental Army encountered the British Red Shirts on the plains, and there were only two outcomes - to run away, or to run away after being severely beaten...

Naturally, the marksmanship of the enemy Continental Army of these systems is relatively good.

As an ordinary musketeer, it is really difficult to hit the two samurai who are moving at high speed and avoiding irregular curves.

Even if they have dozens of muskets.

Dozens of soldiers of the American Continental Army did not panic when they saw Yasuo Yamashita approaching. They stopped loading ammunition in their hands and raised their bayonet-mounted muskets to meet him.

When Yasuo Yamashita saw it, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his straight figure turned abruptly, circled around dozens of flanks of the American Continental Army, and then slashed with swords and lights. In just a dozen seconds, several A Continental Army soldier had his throat slit.

In the worst case, even half of the neck was cut open!

"The momentum of this sword is getting stronger and stronger."

Soldiers of the American Continental Army swarmed forward, unexpectedly, Yasuo Yamashita's sword became faster and faster as he fought, the whole person seemed to evolve into a killing machine, his eyes had lost the thinking of a living person, and all the energy was concentrated in his eyes Katana on!
Yasuo under the mountain fought faster and faster, his whole figure gradually pulled out, shuttling back and forth among the soldiers of the American Continental Army, the pain on his body not only did not become a burden, but instead stimulated his spirit, he quickly The experience of growing up!

Ten minutes later, dozens of American soldiers all fell down. In the center of the corpse, a samurai with Tsukishiki hair, covered in blood, stood alone, half kneeling on the ground with his head bowed and panting heavily.

Yasuo Yamashita regained human emotion in his eyes, recalled the state just now, and said to himself: "I will follow this way until the end."

After finishing speaking, Yasuo Yamashita remembered that this was a bet between him and his good friend who had been defeated repeatedly. Where is the other party?
Yasuo Yamashita staggered and walked over clutching his waist.

In fact, the wound on the waist has been controlled by Yasuo through the muscles, and the bleeding is no longer there, but the pain cannot be eliminated, and even because of the twisted muscles, the pain has increased to a higher level.

But Yasuo Yamashita didn't even frown, and walked to his friend who was lying in a pool of blood.

Yasuo Yamashita saw the blood flow from the opponent's abdomen, and knew that this friend who liked to bet with him but always lost would not live long.

His eyes were serene, and he didn't feel any fear of the imminent death. He was able to walk here step by step. His experience was far beyond the imagination of those big men and people who lived in peace.

"I'm sorry... I... can't... compete with... you..."

Yasuo Yamashita watched the other party cough up blood while saying his last words. After the words fell to the ground, as if his wish had been fulfilled, he slowly closed his eyes and swallowed his last breath.

Yasuo at the foot of the mountain heard the dense gunshots and various screams from a distance, and his figure became tall and straight again, and there were layers of muscular and bone clashing sounds in his body.

Yasuo Yamashita actually broke through his own shackles in this state!
When Yasuo Yamashita took away his palm, the wound on his waist had already started to scar. Even if he didn't tighten his muscles, he didn't have to worry about continuing to bleed.

Yasuo Yamashita pinched a deformed lead bullet between his index finger and middle finger and placed it under the glare of the sun.

"The way of the sword, when you go forward, you live against death!"

Yasuo Yamashita didn't pick up the musket that didn't need a matchlock, and walked towards the battle area while wiping his Hayate Katana under the rising sun.

The Hayate Katana that was wiped by him is not bursting with layers of light, it is obvious that under Yasuo Yamashita's careful maintenance and obsession, this katana is breaking away from the shackles of ordinary products.

The most direct manifestation is that after hacking and killing dozens of people, there is not even a single breach in this samurai sword.

As we were moving forward, suddenly there were a dozen or so Ashgaru who had lost their weapons and ran in the direction of Yamashita Yasuo with horror on their faces.

While running, he shouted loudly: "The marksmanship of the monsters and puppets is terrible, they are not human, we can't beat them..."

Yasuo, who was walking forward with his head down, paused, his waist and abdomen pressed down quickly, his head was almost on the ground, his buttocks were sticking out...

The palm is stroking on the handle of the knife.

To be honest, this posture is very embarrassing, as if a person wants to lower his body and eat dirt...

"Glory is in the heart, not in the form."

The dozen or so ashigaru who ran over heard this sentence, they were slightly taken aback, and the next moment they covered their blood-spitting necks with horrified eyes.

Yasuo Yamashita, whose strength has improved to a higher level, re-sheathed his samurai sword, a dozen ashigaru deserters all clutched their bleeding necks, their trachea was severed, they couldn't even make a complete sound, they could only Kneeling weakly on the ground, he stretched out his hand weakly, as if trying to grab some life-saving straw.

From the beginning to the end, Yasuo Yamashita did not look back, even though the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground continued to be heard behind him.

The way of the samurai in Japan is different from the way of the samurai in the Central Plains. In addition to tempering the body, the way of the samurai advocates the improvement of the spiritual realm, and it can only be improved in battle.

One of them is very important, four words that almost every Japanese samurai knows - live to die.

But few samurai can do it.

The Japanese are also afraid of death!
What Yamashita Yasuo didn't expect was that the dozen or so ashigaru were just the first wave of routs he encountered.

The scattered enemy troops turned the entire Japanese camp into a pot of shit. The Japanese army overestimated their courage. When facing death, they were very different from the fantasy battle scene.

There may be warriors like Yasuo Yamashita who are not afraid of death, but they are a minority after all, and people like Yasuo Yamashita who break through in battle are not more than a handful!
A high-ranking warrior led several junior warriors arranged by the family, and ran towards Yasuo Yamashita in a panic.

Because the system enemy forces in the direction of Yasuo Yamashita were slaughtered by Yasuo Yamashita immediately, there are always sharp-eyed people who know where it is safer.

The senior warrior looked overjoyed when he saw Yasuo Yamashita.

Although he was born noble, he looked down on Yasuo Yamashita, who was born lowly, but his title as the number one samurai in the feudal clan was a real one. In this chaotic environment, what could be more reassuring than having an expert bodyguard by his side ?
"Yamashita-kun, help me, as long as I survive this time, I will propose to my father to let you go to the next level!"

Yasuo Yamashita looked up indifferently, his head tilted slightly to one side, and the left thumb of the Hayate Katana slightly lifted the hilt.

"Are you running away?"

After hearing this sentence, the overjoyed senior samurai froze, and smiled slightly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

(End of this chapter)