Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 218 217. Mishanin Enma

Outside the longhouse of the ronin group in the castle town, a group of bandits who still maintained their basic organization, holding torches and kerosene, surrounded the longhouse tightly.

It has been drizzling in the night, but with this level of rain, there is no way to resist a deliberate fire.

The only reason why the bandits didn't throw out the kerosene and torches now was that they didn't want to burn the belongings of the wanderers in the longhouse.

In the eyes of bandits, ronin are probably richer than ordinary peasants.

But even so, the bandits' limited patience was almost exhausted.

Although the wall around the longhouse is thin, it can be regarded as a barrier anyway.

In the confrontation with cold weapons, even a small slope can be regarded as an advantage.

The people above have a longer attack distance, wider attack targets, and stronger weapons.And the people below want to rush up, and before they can swing their weapons, they have to waste the time of one movement on raising their legs.

Therefore, although the ronin group in the longhouse has no leader.But a group of people who make money by licking blood with knives still rely on their bravery and ruthlessness, so at least they haven't lost this stronghold.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

While waving samurai swords and spears by the wall, the rogues shouted and encouraged each other to make sure that they were still alive and that the defense zone they were responsible for had not been breached.

"The bandits won't let them go! Even if it's for their lives! Stop it!"

At the gate of the longhouse courtyard, a thin wooden door has been chopped and smashed from the outside, and there are several large holes in the door panel.

The two ronin, who knew a little about pistol skills, stretched out their spears from the big hole in the door panel, and the metal blades swayed like poisonous snakes, so that the bandits at the front gate did not dare to approach for a while.

The two long-spear ronin encouraged each other and filled in the gaps.But even so, they knew in their hearts that the situation was getting worse.

After such a long time, the Hirata family still has no reinforcements to arrive.But the momentum of the bandits is getting bigger and bigger, and the screams and howls outside are getting smaller and smaller.

The people in the castle town were almost killed!

What they are doing now is nothing more than a cornered beast.

At this time, the bandits, who were forced to dare not go forward by the spear at the gate, seemed to suddenly come up with a good plan.

Their cheeks were covered with black putty, and they smiled in the firelight and drizzle.

"That monk!" The bandit holding the torch shouted, waving the light source in his hand towards the distance.

"The monk with the cross-word gun! Aren't you [ninja killers]? Come here and do me a favor, break through the gate of the courtyard, and you'll get a share of what's inside! This is the courtyard where those ronalds live!"

The two long-spear ronin guarding the gate looked at each other, and in the darkness beyond the courtyard, a gleaming spear head was first revealed.

The head of this gun is half a meter long, and the length of the whole gun is at least three meters five!

The ashigaru spears in their hands reached two meters into the sky.Even if the bodies of the two of them have been pierced by other people's guns, their own guns can't even touch them!

"Did he just say. 'monk'?"

Suddenly, a spear ronin said with trembling lips.

The combination of the two words "big gun" and "monk monk" will give rise to the image of a waver.

——Mishan-in Temple!

A group of 'monks' dressed in Buddhist skins, working as mercenaries, and using the monastery's secret spear skills!
Claiming to be a monk, in fact, I just feel that the organizational structure of the monastery is more convenient.

Sure enough, after the man with the big gun came out of the darkness, he was dressed like a traveling monk from Japan.

Straw sandals, black clothes and white trousers, a white turban wrapped around the head, and a few strings of Buddhist beads on the chest.

But what he said didn't mean 'compassion' at all.

"A ronin who wields a long spear? Then the little monk will accept this harvest with a smile."

It seems that killing the lives of the people inside is not something worth caring about.

The wanderers at the gate saw the monks of Mishanyuan approaching, holding big guns and posing.

The man's muscles and bones tensed inch by inch, the end of the gun was on the side of the abdomen, and the point of the gun was pointing obliquely downward.Stepping forward and backward, he looked like he was charging with energy.

After he assumed this posture, he never paid attention to the gun head protruding from the wooden door, as if it was not an iron tool that could pierce human flesh and bones, but a wooden toy for children.

Hind feet hit the ground, splashing a burst of mud.In the terrified and desperate eyes of the ronin behind the wooden door, the head of the cross-word gun of the monk of Mishanyuan, without rotating at all, brought a spiral air current!
The density of the airflow is so high that the white streamlines can even be seen directly with the naked eye!

This is the [Power] application of [Mishanin Style Spear Technique].

Even if it is judged only by the senses, this gun can directly penetrate a half-meter-thick earth wall, let alone a thin wooden door!
The wooden door and the two ronin behind were no different from dolls in front of this shot.

"In Xiamishanyuan Yuanzhen, the little monk will accept the bequests of everyone! Haha!"

The bandits behind Mishanin Enma also showed expectant expressions under this shot.After all, not long after, they will be able to rush in and buy for zero yuan.

But at the moment when the gun-wielding monks, relying on the strength of their spear skills, leaped across the air and rushed straight to the target.

Outside the siege of the bandits, there was a muffled sound suddenly.

The air was torn apart, and a special warhead flew faster than the speed of sound, accurately capturing the movement trajectory of Mishanyuan Yuanzhen.

Leaping in mid-air, the big gun wrapped around the air like monks and soldiers of King Ming.

A small spray of blood burst out from his left waist first.

Under the turban, the eyes that were full of confidence and murderous intent suddenly opened wide at this moment.

That was not a normal eye opening, but the eyelids were directly opened to the limit under the severe pain!
The viscera were shattered into minced meat, and the special projectile rolled in his abdominal cavity, and when it finally burst out from the right waist, it directly opened a hole the size of a sea bowl in his body!

"Ugh!"

The white turban was stained red by the blood that suddenly spewed out.

The core strength group of the waist and abdomen was damaged, and the spear skills were scattered and out of shape in an instant.

The gun head carrying huge kinetic energy changed from a straight thrust to an irregular sweep.

And in the darkness, a tall and strong figure dashed out at the right time.

He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways, his broad body and armor directly knocked the four or five bandits surrounding the courtyard into the range of the flurry of spears.

Although the spear technique was broken, the iron blade, which had accumulated enough energy, directly severed the bodies of these bandits.

Behind Lan En, Kotaro rushed towards the group of bandits with a significantly larger team.

"Kill! They stand too loose! Don't be afraid!"

And Lan En himself rushed directly to Mishanyuan Yuanzhen who had let go of the spear without any reassurance.

The bandits blocking the way couldn't even make him stop for a moment, and were directly knocked into the air.

The seriously injured monk soldier didn't even have time to go limp, a big hand directly held his face.

Then between turning his hands, the big hand pressed the back of his head and made firm contact with the ground.

"Oh!"

Brain, blood, and mud mixed together and turned into a puddle of weird colors.

Lan En got up slowly, shook his silver-white hair wet by the rain, and calmly looked at the 'meat' that was still twitching nervously on the ground.

This person's 'air gun blade' is amazing.

It's a pity that the impromptu move of this spear technique is not very strong.

The witcher shook his head, and walked towards the courtyard of the longhouse where the battle was decided.

In summary, this is an imperfect gun technique.

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