Chapter 2 Blood Wash Long Street

The east side of the earth is the first place to see the sun. Therefore, when the rising sun shines on the island country and the nearby sea, the weather that has entered late autumn also seems much warmer.

What makes Japanese and Beijing women who get up early and wear socks and pillows are particularly happy is that they see a large number of familiar boats coming from the sea.

Is it that your husbands and relatives have come back?

They were surprised and happy. They walked to the dock in Kyoto one by one and looked up. From time to time, they covered the corners of their mouths and laughed at their companions.

Although there are usually some soldiers who come back with ships, there are not many, and the people who come down are also in a hurry, and no one can stay for a long time.

With so many warships coming back this time, is it that the war over there is over, and his husband and relatives have returned triumphantly? At this time, there were more and more women gathered on the dock, as well as children and the elderly, and even more couldn't help crying.

They are all ordinary people, and they also have the same feeling of missing their relatives.

The warship coming with the wind was extremely fast, and it was already close to the port of Japan. And there are more and more people congested on the shore of the port bay, even covering the eyes of those patrol officers and soldiers.

"What are you looking at? Scatter and spread out." A patrol officer shouted angrily with a team of officers and soldiers. Then he looked at the scattered crowd: "Well, is it General Chiye who came back? Why didn't I hear you mention it to me?"

At this time, someone had noticed that there was an extra dragon totem on the sails of those warships, but they still didn't care much and just dictated.

The warship successfully entered the Japanese harbor. At this time, the three dark gun barrels gradually revealed in front attracted the attention of those city defense officers and soldiers. They hesitantly blew the whistle and began to disperse the crowd. At the same time, they ordered some people to rush to the military headquarters to verify the relevant information.

Fifty warships are in a row at this moment, and the distance between them is extremely average, almost covering the shore of most of the harbor.

"These are civilians," Su Yong squinted in the cabin and said, "Don't fire on the shore. Solve all the black warships in the harbor first."

Most of the harbor are some civilian ships. There are only a dozen windy ships like them, all of which are docked next to an ashore staircase in the southeast corner. There is a more imposing three-story building on that staircase, and even the harbor waterway leads to it.

There are not many ordinary people around there. It looks like it is obviously the center of the coastal patrol team in Kyoto.

"The warship over there." Su Yong pointed to the southeast corner and shouted, "First bombard all the warships, and then get close to shell the house."

He looked at Captain Mi Gao with a smile and said in English, "If you have a cannonball falling empty, or something strange, my soldier will cut off your head." He nodded slightly, and several generals immediately stood behind the foreign devil with a fierce knife.

Mi Gao helplessly spread out his hand and said, "Selling melons." Then quickly and professionally load the shells.

"A Shui, these warships are under your command, and the next target of the artillery is also determined by you, but don't hit the houses, but the buildings of those government agencies." Su Yong turned his head.

Ah Shui nodded and began to drink water loudly to prepare.

At this time, the flaps of the three warships closest to the shore slowly opened, revealing hundreds of soldiers in black armored dragon warriors, who were the 200 elite warriors of the black whirlwind.

As soon as these hundreds of energetic soldiers appeared, they immediately aroused the exclamation of the dwarf Japanese on the shore who had not yet left: "Ah, no, it's the Yanlong people, it's the Yanlong people."

Even the youngest children feel the strong smell of iron and blood on these distant visitors, which is a kind of momentum that can only be practiced after crossing the bloody sea knife mountain. With the gloomy and cold black dragon suit and resolute facial features, it has a strong impact.

Countless old and young women and children on the shore quickly dispersed. In an instant, there was only a small team of tongue-catching patrol officers and soldiers left on the dock. They shouted strangely, desperately blowing whistles and urging their companions to come.

Su Yong was not in a hurry to get ashore. He jumped on the deck of his ship, looked at the group of soldiers and shouted, "Have you been full of energy?"

"It's enough."

"Did you have enough just now?"

"I'm full."

"Do you feel strong?"

"Yes."

"Okay," Su Yong waved his hand and shouted, "I feel uncomfortable to stay, the rest..." He raised his blood knife to the shore: "Come ashore with me and let me see your strength and fighting spirit. In the future of this war, all the merits are recorded on your clothes.

After this battle, how many people's black armor will turn into blood clothes? But that will be the glory of their lives, and what is stained outside is the blood of enemies and enemies. What is burning inside is my own blood.

"General Yang, General Xiao, you will lead the team. Don't be scattered." Su Yong jumped from the boat to the port, cut the dwarf Japanese patrol officer in half with a knife, and shouted, "Kill to the palace."

Yang Yihu pulled off his collar, held the big iron bar high, and shouted with Xiao Changfeng, who trembled excitedly with a big iron gun, and 200 Yanlong warriors raised his arms and shouted, "Kill to the palace."

At the moment when they landed, the artillery on the other side of Ah Shui also roared at the same time, instantly beating more than a dozen close-range wind patrol boats into a pile of wood chips. Those dwarf Japanese navies who had just rushed out of the building and ran up the stairs had to immediately turn around and run away.

Su Yong was the first to go ashore. Xiao Changfeng and Yang Yihu went hand in hand with him, leading two hundred generals and soldiers to a foreign Kyoto, which was once extremely lively and now extremely silent.

The short Japanese officers and soldiers of the patrol were the first batch of sacrifices. Su Yong and three others took a step to kill them without hesitation. Su Yong didn't even need to look at it. Every time, he cut them off with people and knives. They took more than a dozen steps in a row, and the broken limbs had been broken on the street. At the end, the remaining few dwarf Japanese officers and soldiers finally shouted crazily and fled around.

Although the dwarf Japanese are still martial arts, how have they ever seen such a violent killing god? And there are still a few. How many people are killed in one step? How many people are enough for them to kill?

When Su Yong and others had just walked into the corner of the harbor street and saw the spire of the dwarf Japanese palace in the distance, countless dwarf Japanese swords with long knives suddenly rushed out at the entrance of the surrounding wooden house alleys.

The dwarf Japanese are still in martial arts. Every kind of ronin, swordsman and ninjas in the people are usually strong and fierce, and there are also things that kill their neighbors and even relatives under the knife. But at this time, a large number of officers and soldiers had not arrived, and these folk swordsmen actually united to form a team and arrived first, which was also a little unexpected to Su Yong and others.

These people's eyes are extremely eager, with a look of excitement on their faces, and even a little arrogant posture. Obviously, they think that these Yanlong people are from the search for death.

Most of the folk swordsmen and ronin of the dwarf Japanese have a strong mind, and improve their martial arts skills through continuous fighting and training. Compared with officers and soldiers, they are more brave, and there are many masters.

Leaving aside their fierceness, as far as their attitude towards practicing martial arts is concerned, they are extremely persistent and serious.

Of course, it's a group fight, not a one-on-one fight. A guy who advocates personal force and a group of well-trained iron-blooded troops are two different things.

Su Yong and the other three looked at each other, and their footsteps did not stop at all.

Su Yong looked at the other party's knife posture, looked at the ridiculous wooden pairs under their white socks, and shouted, "Brothers, since the other party raised the knife, he is no longer a civilian, but our enemy. These are all hard-trained swordsmen, not those grass-wrapped urban management just now. Everyone should pay attention to tactical cooperation.

These are all iron-blooded soldiers who have experienced the bloody battle of Yanmeng. They have long had a tacit understanding, and they are all selected soldiers. The set of teaming up to kill the enemy has long been familiar. At present, everyone answered together and rushed up with them without hesitation.

A middle-aged swordsman, who was obviously a head-level hook-nosed knife, rushed over, and a long knife in his hand drew a white light, and quickly hit Su Yong in front of him.

This knife is full of momentum and extremely fast. Unexpectedly, there is a hint of condensed into a knife to hurt people before the blade. A group of swordsmen behind him couldn't help shouting when they saw that the knife was so amazing.

However, Su Yong did not dodge at all, and did not even use a knife to block it.

He didn't look at the other party's knife posture, but lightly kicked forward.

This kick broke the opponent's blade, and then penetrated directly through the opponent's arms and broke it from his back.

He threw his bloody right leg, and the body of the middle-aged knifeman was thrown out of a tree six meters away and turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Then he landed with his right foot full of blood and took a step forward again. As soon as he reached out, he had already pinched the arm of another ronin. His left arm was gently pulled, and the arm made a crisp sound and the belt meat was pulled away. Before the man could shout, his tilted body was kicked up by his left foot and straight. Fly over the sky.

He flew at least dozens of meters, as high as more than ten floors, and almost turned into a black dot, and the scream spread from afar.

This...is this still a person?

The group of swordsmen looked at each other and could hardly be believed. They are cruel, but they have never seen such cruel; they are also bloodthirsty, but they have never seen such cruel and bloody murder.

In the cheers of the group of soldiers behind him, Su Yong pulled out the crane feather knife from his waist and waved it casually. The long knife went deep into the linel of a tall building on the left, spontaneously making waves of shocks.

"I don't know if you can understand Yan Longyu," Su Yong looked at them coldly and pointed to the long knife:

"Takeo Chino, I killed him."