The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 390

Fushimi-san is a very competent dog leg. He looked at Li Dingguo standing there, and quickly got into the home of a Japanese citizen, and moved his table out from inside.

There are almost no chairs or stools in the homes of Japanese people, and most of them sit cross-legged.

This way and habits are incompatible with Daqin, and Li Dingguo is from Daqin, so he is not used to sitting cross-legged.

Of course, Fushimi-san knew about Li Dingguo's various habits, so he moved out the tables used by the people of the Wa Kingdom to serve as seats.

Still, the table is a bit on the small side.

He put the table behind Li Dingguo, and said flatteringly with a playful smile: "My lord, the environment here is harsh and there are no chairs. This thing can also sit on it. Please be patient with me a little bit."

Li Dingguo looked at this short chair, frowned and shook his head.

"This thing doesn't look very comfortable, let me sit on the tree root next to it."

Li Dingguo looked at a big tree root that was exposed outside, and sat on it directly.

The roots are high enough to sit on much more comfortably than that little table.

Fushimi-san said some words of loyalty with a hippie smile, his attitude was sincere and deep.

After Li Dingguo sat down, he led his men into the village.

There is no friendship at all, and they don't regard these Japanese people as their own compatriots at all.

The samurai sword in his hand is waving towards them. Of course, the main purpose of Fushimi Mountain is not to kill these Japanese people, but to hunt down the deserters hiding in it as Li Dingguo said, so most of the time they carry scabbard.

If Li Dingguo said that he wanted to kill all the people in this village, Fushimi Mountain would not hesitate at all.

There hasn't been much bloodshed so far, but things won't stay that way forever.

When Fushimi-san came outside the largest house in the village, he frowned.

In Japan, almost every village has a samurai.

The samurai acts as the village head of the village and is usually responsible for various chores in the village.

From top to bottom, this country continues and abides by the strict enfeoffment system.

A samurai is the smallest princely king, so the house in front of him is the king of this village.

Fushimi-san, who was born as a serious samurai, of course he understands the origin of the house in front of him.

The few followers behind him had ferocious smiles on their faces.

"There must be a big fish in here, why don't we just rush in now and catch all the people inside." One of his followers said.

Those who descended from Fushimi Mountain were basically former samurai.

They were very loyal to Tokugawa Iemitsu before, but now, they directly turned against Tiangang, and they couldn't help killing these compatriots.

Fujian Shan sneered and said: "It goes without saying, there must be big fish in here, follow me."

After finishing speaking, he waved the knife in his hand and rushed towards the house.

"Oh!"

Kicked open the wooden gate and came into the courtyard.

An old samurai in armor came out of the back room.

This armor looks a bit strange, it is a serious samurai armor, but it is not very sophisticated, except for the iron pieces on the vital parts, the rest is either cloth or bamboo pieces.

The helmet is very exaggerated, with various patterns carved on it, and there are huge horns, which looks extremely hideous.

Inside the armor is a little old man in his 40s and [-]s, holding a well-protected samurai sword in his hand.

Behind him stood a few people similar to him, probably his son or grandson.

The old samurai immediately turned his sword and looked at Fushimi-san who walked in, "Who are you? How dare you break into my place?"

In fact, when Fushimi-san first came to this village, some villagers came to report. That is to say, the old warrior in front of him knew what Fushimi-san and the others were talking about, but he still asked loudly.

His purpose was not to ask what Fushimi-san was doing here, but to cheer himself up and cheer himself up.

Fushimi-san looked at the old man standing in front of him, and laughed sarcastically, "Hahahaha, let me tell you, old man, at what age are you still learning from the old samurai?

Hmph, what's the use of this armor on your body?It's just something that is no longer useful. This kind of junk should be thrown into the trash. "

This samurai obviously has a bit of temper and integrity. Seeing his dignity as a samurai being insulted by Fushimi Mountain, he took a few steps forward without hesitation.

His son stood behind him, pulling on his armor, trying to stop him from being so impulsive.

They all knew about the battle that took place in Yokohama City not long ago, and a considerable number of deserters in their village escaped.

The sudden appearance of Fushimi-san and others here is inseparable from the previous battle in Yokohama.

Don't think about it, they must be enemies.

The son of the old samurai didn't want to die, let alone just die. After all, Fushimi Mountain had the greatest advantage now.

But this old man had a stubborn temper, and he directly shook off his son's hand holding his armor.

He then looked at Fushimi-san, "How can you slander me so much? If you want to kill him, come and fight me heartily. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Fushimi-san smiled contemptuously, and the laughter grew louder.

"Hahahahaha, it's really ridiculous, ridiculous. It's an insult to me to fight with you. I want to see how loyal you are."

Fushimi San's sarcasm became louder, and he was not in a hurry to kill the samurai in front of him.

For him, killing an old warrior is easy. What he prefers to do is to defeat all the beliefs of the person in front of him. He wants to kill people, and he wants to make all the spirit of the person in front of him collapse.

He experienced the feeling of falling from the clouds to the earth, and since then, he doesn't want to see others feel better.

Especially this kind of samurai who still has a certain integrity.

Holding a waist knife in both hands, Fushimi-san said contemptuously, "Do you know my name? Do you know my surname?"

The old warrior snorted coldly: "What does your last name have to do with me, you damned enemies."

"My surname is Fushimi, my name is Fushimi-san, if you know a little history, you should understand my surname.

Many years ago, my surname had produced many big names. This is a very old aristocratic surname. The corners of Fushimi-san's mouth rose slightly, as if he was happy and proud of his surname.

The old samurai's face was full of disbelief. Of course he knew some history, and he also knew that the surname Fushimi was very ancient and also a noble surname.

"Since you are a warrior, why did you do this? Why did you betray?" The old warrior shouted almost hysterically.

He originally thought that Fushimi Mountain was from Daqin, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be his own, and he was also a descendant of a nobleman.

"Nobility? What is nobility, and what is the use of nobility?

Back then, I was so loyal to the Tokugawa family. I could do almost anything for him, and I could even sacrifice my life for him.

But what is he?How did he treat me?He didn't take me seriously at all, and he didn't even think about how to reuse me.

When the strength and money in his hands were not enough, he set his eyes on me, you know, he killed my relatives, he killed many of my relatives.I keep running like a dog.

All I want is just a way out.But even so, he didn't let me go easily.You are a warrior with integrity, but integrity is not enough for food. If one day, your loyal master wants to kill you, what will you think? "

Being abandoned by one's own master is a very painful thing in itself, no matter when it is.

The old samurai was still stubborn, he said coldly: "The Lord ordered the minister to die, and the minister must die. This is the spirit of Bushido."

This sentence directly made Fushimi-san anxious, and he cursed: "Go to your mother's Bushido."

"What bullshit Bushido, it's all fucking lies, it's all lies made up by these people in order to consolidate their rule."

Fushimi-san tightly gripped the waist knife in his hand, he wanted to break the mentality of the old warrior in front of him, but unexpectedly, he broke his own mentality.

This feeling is more uncomfortable than eating shit.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, since you are stubborn, don't blame me.

I will give you two ways now, either surrender and I will keep you alive, or your head and body will be separated today. "Fushimi Mountain was moved to kill.

The old samurai didn't hesitate at all, with the samurai sword in his hand in front of him.

He rushed towards Fushimi Mountain, and shouted loudly: "If you want my life, then you can take it yourself. As a samurai, you should have the spirit not to be afraid of death. A scum like you will never die. I can’t understand what it means to be a samurai.”

What the old samurai said just now made Fushimi-san anxious, and now that he said so much, all the anger in Fujian-san's heart was drawn out at once.

"Fart your mother, what a shitty samurai sword, I have to kill you today."

As if going crazy, Fushimi-san rushed towards the old fifty with the waist knife in his hand.

"Dang!"

The two collided in an instant, the waist knife and the samurai sword collided, making a crisp sound.

Although the material of the samurai sword is good, it is only good. The waist sword in the hands of Fushimi-san is made of high-quality high-carbon steel, and its hardness and strength are much higher than those of the old samurai. Just like this, The samurai sword in the hand of the old samurai was directly split in half.

Fushimi-san didn't hesitate at all, he strode forward, the knife in his hand slashed straight at the neck of the old samurai.

Although there is a neck guard under the armor, although there are some iron pieces there, but these few things alone cannot block the knife in Fushimi-san's hand.

There was a scream, the knife flashed, and a long and narrow opening appeared under the neck guard.

Through this long and narrow opening, it can be clearly seen that the knife in Fushimi San's hand has been cut into the throat of the old warrior.

The old warrior fell to the ground slowly, blood spurting wildly.

Just before he was about to die, he showed an extremely sarcastic smile.

It's like saying, "You're a jerk!"

Fushimi-san's mentality immediately collapsed, he drew the knife in his hand, and slashed at the old samurai frantically.

One after another, he was chopped into meat sauce.

This was not enough, and he set his sights on the family members of the old warrior.

"Kill me, don't keep a single one, kill them all!"

Fushimi Shanshan screamed and rushed over first.

There were screams, and Fushimi Mountain seemed to be crazy.

After about 15 minutes, he walked out of the yard. The corpses in the yard were almost incomplete, except for meat sauce, which was meat sauce.

He didn't stop, and looked at the entourage behind him, "If anyone dares to say no, kill me. Remember, don't show any sympathy when dealing with these dogs. You must be ruthless to me!" completely killed."

After saying a few harsh words, Fushimi-san rushed towards the nearby house.

The screams followed.

Fushimi Mountain Killing became addicted, and soon, the whole village was caught in the killing.

Originally, he still had some restraint, but with the stimulation of the blood, he no longer wanted to restrain anything, he just wanted to vent the grievance in his heart.

Li Dingguo, who was sitting outside, could clearly hear the screams in the village.

"This man is really fierce. No wonder His Majesty once said before coming here, don't treat the Wa people as human beings. They are just a group of animals. I didn't know why His Majesty said that, but now it seems that it is true!"

Li Dingguo shook his head and said.

The killing lasted for a long time, almost two full hours.

People kept running out of the village, but within a few steps, they died at the hands of Fushimi-san and his men.

Li Dingguo watched all this quietly without any sympathy.

People don't think anything, and Li Dingguo has no need to sympathize.

The guards standing behind Li Dingguo said with a worried face: "My lord, these people are so cruel to their own people, they will not be such good troubles in the future!"

"We don't care if it's good or not. If they are disobedient in the future, just kill them. The weapons in their hands are just ordinary knives. If we really do it, how can they catch it?! Besides, the people of the Wa Kingdom If we don’t die more, how can we Daqin people live comfortably when we come here? It’s better to kill them all!” Li Dingguo didn’t care.

This is the case with dimensionality reduction strikes. There is no need to care about these things at all. If they have two hearts, they can just kill them directly. There is no need for other reasons.

If it works, keep using it, if it doesn't work, send them to death.

The Wa country is so big, it shouldn't be too easy to find some warriors who work hard.

Not long after, Fushimi-san walked out of existence covered in blood and stood in front of Li Dingguo.

"My lord, all the villagers in the village disobeyed Daqin and were all punished!" Fushimi-san looked calm, as if he just killed a cat or a dog.

Li Dingguo laughed loudly: "You are very good, very good, and you have done a good job. It is a good choice to draw a line with these people directly."

"Thank you for your cultivation!"

Fushimi-san said loudly.

"Are there deserters here? If so, what are you going to do?!" Li Dingguo asked.

"There are deserters in the hill ahead, if you return to my lord, I plan to kill them all!" Fushimi-san said with a gloomy face.

"Hahaha, okay, that's how it should be!"

(End of this chapter)