A Weird Theater That Started In London

The force came out through the body.

This made Tang Chuan ecstatic.

He's not a three-year-old boy, he's got some food, but he still has the ability to kill.

Unfortunately, the smugness did not last long.

As the phrase "the enemy general has been defeated", like a declaration of victory, settled, a cloud of smoke exploded around Shimadzu Tadashi.

boom!

The explosion didn't have any lethal power, but Tang Chuan, who was frightened, did not hesitate at all. He immediately raised the last trace of strength and flashed behind Lu Li with extreme speed.

At this moment, with the eldest elder in front and more than 100 gold-armored soldiers behind, what did this brat, Shimadzu Tadaheng, use to kill him?

Thinking of this, Tang Chuan couldn't help laughing at the pleasure of the rest of his life and the indescribable sense of security:

"The mere gravel is not half as good as the old man."

"Hurry up and tie your hands and feet, kneel down and beg for mercy, little devil, the gap between you and the eldest elder is beyond description."

The middle two quotations echoed in the mountains and forests.

For what he said, any member of the class who saw it, actually felt that it was quite reliable.

After all, Lu Li's combat effectiveness in the virtual warehouse battle was obvious to all, and it was difficult to be dragged down by the mere hundreds of people in front of him.

But Lu Li raised his finger and stopped at the tip of his nose, signaling the guy to shut up.

No way, he was afraid of poisonous milk.

To this day, I still remember the public execution of the teaching assistant, and the scene of Tang Chuan's blood-tortured corpse being publicly broadcasted in front of the whole class: This guy first laughed wildly, then licked the blade, and finally ate half a worm into his stomach. In such a strange way, it went smoothly. Eliminate yourself.

In fact, Lu Li's state is fully open, and he can indeed brutalize the group of people in front of him, especially when he has changed into the ancient Zhu Yan...

However, as it has been shown in many film and television dramas, no matter how powerful people are, they will not be able to kill the plot. If they get too close to the wonderful creature like Tang Chuan, and suffer a dimensionality reduction blow, it will be unreasonable.

"…"

Tang Chuan was helpless. He naturally thought of what Lu Li was worried about. Because of this, he felt helpless.

Every critical moment, I can't help but think about a few bad words, how to solve it?

"The combat power is so exaggerated, you should not be unknown."

Meanwhile, the smoke receded.

Shimadzu Tadashi, who was sitting on the back of a horse, appeared next to an old tree in the distance, and in the area where he was standing, a wooden stake that was pierced appeared.

Substitute?

Not only did the word pop up in Lu Li's mind, but Tang Chuan also did the same. At this moment, a boy with short blond hair, blue twinks, and six beard-like textures on both sides of his cheeks appeared in his mind.

"Nanyuan Ming Army defender Lu Li?" Shimadzu Tadashi said to himself, "It should be, I didn't expect to catch a big fish, it is really the blessing of His Majesty the Emperor and Lord Hideyoshi."

Hearing this, Tang Chuan subconsciously wanted to be ironic, but the battle that broke out in an instant made him unable to care about distraction.

I saw the stable and quiet void, and ripples were raised, and two figures appeared in front of me, one on the left and one on the right, holding weapons similar to Emei thorns, attacking and killing them with the momentum of thunder.

"You look up to me like that."

Tang Chuan looked around while avoiding the ninja holding the Kunai.

The sky is falling and there is a tall man on it.

As long as Lu Li is still there, the day will not fall.

Almost at the same time, a cyan light appeared on Lu Li's body, and it became more and more intense.

And the Heavenly Wolf who manifested behind him slowly sank, completely overlapping with it.

As for the attack?

As soon as the four ninjas hiding in the void emerged, they were squeezed into a red and white powder-like substance by an invisible force.

It is undeniable that ninjas can play a huge role in some moments, but the battlefield is always the stage of armored soldiers, samurai and generals.

Of course, that group of Satsuma warriors couldn't stop Lu Li at all. They said that they cut melons and vegetables, which is a bit derogatory of the so-called "showing flow", but he did have one halberd, and the efficiency was extremely exaggerated. Eight headless corpses.

It can only be said that it is a little stronger than the Yellow Turban thieves from the rabble in the Three Kingdoms world.

At that time, the generals who had awakened their battle spirits were able to pierce a hundred in an instant, with a bug of the level of Lu Bu, with a pierce of a thousand, it was as easy as the palm of their hand, and it took a few breaths to easily pick up several square formations.

Now, Lu Li blocked hundreds of warriors, and every time he wielded the iron halberd, he could only harvest nearly ten lives, which was a step backward in disguise.

The premise is that other powers are not counted, and the problem is viewed from the perspective of pure military commanders.

Frankly speaking, in this small-scale battle, Lu Li did not intend to use Taoism. He would use some great supernatural powers and use his battle spirit to the limit, so that he could deal with this kid, Shimadzu Tadashi, and the 800 family warriors he led.

"kill."

With a simple whisper, Lu Li's power surged around him, and he flew the warriors who were trying to approach him on the spot.

"Is the so-called manifestation flow like a short-lived flower? Besides, I don't think it's so amazing. It's either a wild boar or a black bear. You usually visualize these things?"

The black-maned horse stepped lightly and came to Shimadzu Tadashi. At this moment, this little devil has become one with the ghosts and warriors suspended in the sky above the battle formation, and his combat power has been significantly increased.

Thinking about it, it was precisely this reason that prevented him from escaping immediately. No, in the words of an island country, it should be:

Move strategically.

To advance is to advance, and to retreat is to advance, but the direction of advance is different.

"Is that man a meticulous work arranged by you?"

Shimadzu Tadashi licked his slightly dry lips, looked away from the man in front of him, and then looked at Tang Chuan who was hiding behind:

"Piao Sang, you will be treated with courtesy on the next journey. I didn't expect you to be a master, and you stabbed me in the back just now."

"The means are so fierce, don't you feel guilty?"

"Fuck you."

Tang Chuan flicked the ninja blood stuck to his hand and gave Shimadzu Tadashi a raised middle finger:

"I don't believe in Park, kid, you can't speak Mandarin, which serious man would be named Park Zhenghuan?"

Full of sarcasm skills.

And Lu Li did not intend to explain the misunderstanding.

"Little devil, stop talking nonsense."

"You go first."

The black-maned horse is large and looks down on Shimadzu Tadashi together with its owner, while this fifteen-year-old young samurai, riding a short Japanese horse, is also contrasting and does not look abrupt.

Even though Lu Li put his posture very high, no one thought he was too arrogant.

After a while, nearly 100 Satsuma samurai have died, and the remaining ones have suffered damage and obey the arrangement of the young master Shimazu Tadashi at any time.

"First Clan"

Outside the battlefield, there were only two hidden ninjas left. They held kunai and kept wandering around the periphery. What they thought was not to assassinate Lu Li, but to take Zhongheng away at a time of crisis.

In this battle of the generals, even his own people are not optimistic, thinking that Shimadzu will lose.

The result is of course no suspense.

But Zhongheng didn't think so. To be more precise, he had put victory and defeat, life and death aside, and only the word "battle" remained in his mind.

To be honest, this is a very ideal state, not only can it burst into full strength, but also can perform beyond the level.

"Okay くぞ!"

Under the order, no samurai charged anymore, because this was what Shimadzu Tadashi told himself.

In the roar, a red streamer slammed into Lu Li, which did not possess any murderous intent, but the previous experience of fighting against Satsuma samurai has proved that the martial skill of the display flow requires a long period of accumulation, and once it is pulled out, it is a lore. .

In other words.

If the enemy does not die, he will be more fortunate than himself.

One hundred steps... ten steps... three steps...

Lu Li counted silently, looking forward to a flash in the pan. The previous attacks by these warriors were really lackluster, so he hoped that the fifteen-year-old kid in front of him could amaze him.

In an instant, the knife light flashed.

A bright color appeared in the line of sight, like a churning ocean wave, followed by a whale tail.

Japan is located on the sea, and there are no terrestrial beasts. In cognition, the most powerful creature is the giant whale. Of course, the whale does represent the limit of strength in a sense.

clang!

The fire flickered.

A bright white light flew out.

A gap appeared in the iron halberd.

Half of the legendary samurai sword remains.

Shimadzu Zhongheng tilted his eyes and saw blood flowing down the front of the halberd. The selfless state disappeared. A thought appeared in his mind:

die.

According to the convention left over from the Warring States Period, he should read a death poem, but Shimadzu Zhongheng was not prepared, he was only fifteen years old, how could this day come so early.

As he was dying, his lips moved:

"Meeting in the world is exhausted, and we are ready to draw water, and we are ready to welcome Nirvana."

Of course, this is not what Shimadzu Tadashi did temporarily, but a death poem that he borrowed from his uncle Shimazu Yoshihisa. After all, death is a major event in life, and it is uncomfortable not to say anything.

As for why he didn't borrow it from his father, Shimazu Yoshihiro, it was because his father was not dead, and he might be able to use it later.

And Uncle Yoshihisa...

Although the blood relationship between the two is close, and the other party also married his daughter Turtle Princess to him, who is still alive, but he doesn't like Turtle Princess, and hates this uncle who adopted him as his adopted son, so he simply robbed the death poem.

The dead are great!

An old bone who has never stepped into the battlefield on the peninsula and is aged in the mainland, it is okay to spend the rest of his life thinking about another one, right?

It's a pity that I couldn't do the previous one in person...

In a short moment, Shimadzu Tadashi thought too much, and his body fell from the horse irretrievably.

"What did this little **** say for a long time?" Lu Li took back the iron halberd and turned to look at Tang Chuan. He asked curiously, "Come and translate."

"Drain the world's rice, grain, and water, and exhaust the robbery to welcome Nirvana."

Looking at Shimadzu Tadashi, who was pouting and slumped on the ground without a sound, Tang Chuan said:

"As far as I know, this should be his uncle, father-in-law and adoptive father, Shimazu Yoshihisa's death poem more than ten years later.

It is estimated that this kid is not good at writing, and he can't think of any good words. He usually sneaks up on elders practicing calligraphy, or when he is singing in a low voice, when he mentions this poem, he simply steals it and uses it. "

"Inbreeding? The relationship is messy enough."

Lu Li sighed.

Then, he turned his attention to the group of Satsuma warriors, who seemed unwilling to live, and launched a final charge.

There was no suspense. After Lu Li spent a lot of money, the samurai from southern Japan all died in Huangquan.

The **** battlefield is littered with corpses.

From the beginning to the end, the group of golden armored soldiers did not make a move, which perfectly explained what the background version was.

Ahead, two black smoke gradually solidified.

The ninja who failed to save Shimadzu Zhongheng did not take the initiative to come to die, but bowed deeply and said humbly:

"General, please allow us to take away the body of the young master."

Saying that, the two of them turned their hands inward, leaned forward, slammed their foreheads on the ground, and maintained this posture all the time.

Until Lu Li considered it for a moment, he nodded and said:

"Bring a word to Shimadzu Yoshihiro, the one who killed his son Shimadzu Zhongheng was the Ming Dynasty's Nanyuan general."

"Yes."

The two ninjas agreed immediately, and then carried the corpses away one after the other.

In fact, from the very beginning, Lu Li didn't plan to kill people, otherwise, who would pass false news to Yoshihiro Shimazu, who led the 10,000-strong army, and even the commander-in-chief of the Left Army, Yukita Hideyoshi?

Soon.

The forest returned to silence.

After confirming that the ninja had completely disappeared and there was no other aura around, Tang Chuan had a pleasing smile on his face:

"Thank you for saving your life."

"Just do it."

Lu Li waved his hand, motioning him to stop talking, and instead asked, "What's your plan next?"

"It's definitely messing with the old man. If you say a word, I dare to break through the sea of ​​swords and fires. This life is yours."

"…"

Talking to a guy is especially easy to make a scene. It is clearly to fight against the Japanese aggressors.

wrong!

The Liangshan hero did not speak like this, calling himself a cheap life.

"In this world, just follow me carefully, and hand over all the three thousand Korean soldiers guarding Nanyuan City to you."

"North Korean militia..."

Tang Chuan was lost.

"What do you think about the Korean camp of your own choosing? Will the Liaodong Iron Cavalry obey the Koreans?"

A question smoothed Tang Chuan's temper.

As the suzerain, in the face of the Koreans, the generals and even the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty never lacked arrogance. How could they obey the command of Park Zhenghuan?

That's right, Tang Chuan didn't forget who he was, even if Lu Li wanted to hide it, he couldn't hide it.

"Alas, North Koreans are North Koreans."

"Leading three thousand soldiers."

After a few words of self-explaining, this guy regained his old buddy.

At this time, Lu Li added in a timely manner:

"Among this group of North Korean soldiers, there are hundreds of Ming troops, all of whom were my personal soldiers. If they mix in, they can improve a lot of combat effectiveness."

Sure enough, Tang Chuan was in a better mood.

The old man commanded three thousand Liaodong iron cavalry.

I command 3,000 Korean infantry, plus more than 100 elite Liaodong cavalry.

Rounding it up, I'm better than Da Lao in some ways.

Smiles bloom.

Beside him, Lu Li didn't know what the guy had come up with, so he directly ordered:

"You are responsible for collecting the heads of this group of Japanese samurai, grab a monster wherever you want, and let it carry it."

"Nanyuan City also has a North Korean defense general named Jin Jinglao. His strength is on par with you. If you don't get some military exploits in the past, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public."

Justified and convincing.

Tang Chuan was moved. He didn't expect Lu Li to be so kind to him, so thoughtful and thoughtful, and said repeatedly:

"Thank you for the cultivation."

"Thank you for the cultivation."

There is an illusion of chaos in the Republic.

With a sigh, Lu Li murmured: "You can say a few words less in the future, behave well, don't thank you, and when it's time to die, don't hesitate."