Chapter 4 Twenty Miles of Blood

The team from the distance of the long street is as many as 3,000 people, more than ten times that of the Yanlong soldiers, and the front is full of cavalry, led by more than a dozen short Japanese generals, all of whom are long knives in black.

The leader was riding a short black horse. His fat body looked a little ridiculous on the horse, but no one among the dwarf Japanese dared to laugh at him.

Because he is General Hoshino Yamamoto, the leader of the Japanese Capital Defense Brigade, if it is calculated by the equivalent position of Yanlong, it is the commander of the imperial army, which is equivalent to the position of Yanlong Jingshi Wu Lecheng.

Of course, the Kyoto of the dwarf Japanese is not as big as Yanlong Jingshi, and there are not so many soldiers under their subordinates. In the whole Japanese capital, there are only more than 8,000 city defense soldiers, less than half of the 20,000 imperial forest troops of the Yanlong Jingshi.

In addition to regional reasons, there is another very important factor, that is, the emperor of the short Japanese did not expect that anyone could hit the capital, so he felt that it was really unnecessary to be equipped with too many imperial guards.

In fact, the area of the Japanese capital is less than half of the Yanlong capital. With more than 8,000 praetorian guards, it is enough to deal with all the usual problems. Even some officials have persuaded His Majesty the emperor to make vigorous layoffs, or to allocate these soldiers to the Eastern Expedition or the Northern Expedition. Therefore, there is a navy led by Takeo Chino. The number of soldiers is higher than that of the imperial guard in the capital.

The imperial guard has a total of more than 8,000, but it is very good to gather 3,000 people in such a short time, because in addition to the shift system, many soldiers are scattered everywhere. In addition, a considerable number of them have been stationed on the periphery of the palace for a long time.

The two sides met on a narrow road. They should have sprayed water and scolded before fighting. However, either they didn't understand the language or the leaders on both sides felt it was unnecessary. They just looked at each other for a moment and launched forward at the same time, and the two black torrents hit each other in an instant.

"Baga..." This is the only sentence shouted by the dwarf Japanese, and there are no other words except this one.

Yanlong soldiers are more concise, with only one word.

"Kill."

In terms of the number of people, the dwarf Japanese naturally have a strong advantage, and so many people can even surround each other.

However, this is a long street. There are houses on both sides of the street. So crowded on this road less than ten meters wide, there are only more than ten people standing in the front row, which is not much different from the soldiers of Yanlong. Although there was a long tail in the rear, he only saw that the raised Sen Sen's long knife was like a mountain of knives, but he could not cut it down forward.

Their only advantage is that the dozens of cavalry in front of them can launch a fierce attack on the other side.

But just face to face, this advantage has been lost.

Su Yong, Xiao Changfeng and Yang Yihu stood in the front row. Xiao Changfeng and Yang Yihu were long weapons, so they almost all occupied the front of the whole team.

The three of them shouted and killed forward at the same time. These three are famous generals of Yanlong, and among the dwarf Japanese, only people like Takeo Chino may be able to compete. Yamamoto Hoshino, who is said to be the younger brother of Takeo Chino, waved his hand to let seven or eight horse-riding generals attack each other. However, under one face, he found that more than seven war horses had fallen, and only one of the generals on the horse could still breathe.

The other six people were either beaten into meat sauce or broken into several large pieces, the most horrible of which was the one in the middle.

Yang Yihu hit the two generals' weapons stretched out by a stick, and flew the flesh and blood of the two war horses that rushed over. The two out-of-control officials involuntarily fell down from the horse, but their heads were kicked by his left and right feet to the wooden house wall by the roadside, and their brains were stained with blood on the wall. It's like the fermented bean curd in a big jar.

Xiao Changfeng waved his silver gun, and the two short Japanese officers who rushed over only felt light and had been picked on the barrel of the gun by him wearing a gourd. How could they feel so much pain when their bodies were in the air? Looking down, I saw a huge blood hole in my chest. A white gun was passing through his body and stringing another companion beside him.

They shouted, they struggled, but they soon became stiff.

The two war horses were swept by Xiao Changfeng's iron-pillar feet, and their limbs were broken. The legless horse drew a bloody long line on the ground. Before being blocked by the black whirlwind in the rear, the worn skin on the lower abdomen began to flow out of the organs.

Su Yong's blood knife scratched casually, and the first Japanese officer in the middle was easily torn apart by him like a paper goalkeeper, and his blood flower organs exploded all over the ground.

The other two horses, one left and one right, rushed at high speed, were pulled by him casually, and the two horse heads collided into one. At this time, the two long knives cut off his head also reached the ends of his neck. I don't know why he suddenly flashed. The long knife of the knight on the left cut off the chest of the knight on the right, and the one on the right cut off half of the head of the "enemy" on the left.

Now the dwarf Japanese officer who was cut on his chest has not died because he is wearing armor, but he is in the hands of Su Yong, who doesn't know when he appeared again. He looked at the bloody Yanlong general in front of him with a pale face. What he wanted to say could only spit out the whining sound. The pain in his chest kept his blood spewing out of his mouth, mixed with the snot and tears left on his face, looking indescribably pitiful.

At this time, although the people behind the dwarf Japanese were still shouting excitedly, the situation in front of them was silent. They trembled, silently listened to the sound of blood flowing on the ground, smelled the blood and dead souls of those colleagues in the air, and only felt that they were short. The short lower limbs can no longer support his weight, and he can't help sitting on the ground with his feet soft.

Those cavalry's horses had gone back madly earlier. Even if they were put on their mouths and couldn't grow, no matter how the generals in black pulled, they still couldn't stop it. Several manic war horses jumped desperately and even stepped on several soldiers.

Yamaguchi Hoshino also woke up at this moment. He asked in horror, "You... you evil... what are you going to do?" What he said was the same as Takeo Chino, which was also a standard Yanlong language, but his voice trembled, and there was no calmness of Takeo Chino.

This man is far worse than Takeo Chino. Su Yong smiled and showed his white teeth: "What are we going to do? We are going to talk to your emperor and ask him a few things.

"Big...bold." Yamaguchi Hoshino unconsciously called out, and then regretted that he was just about to say something. It can be seen that the Yanlong general on the opposite side has changed his face.

Su Yong threw the prisoner in his hand and threw it on the wooden roof beside the road. The general was even scared to death in the air and didn't have time to scream.

"Bold?" Su Yong laughed and said, "Of course. However, we are looking for your emperor, and you can't help it, because I'm not asking you for your opinion.

"You don't deserve it." He explained to the other party very seriously.

"A Shui..." He suddenly turned around and shouted at the port, "Send them two shots."

Naturally, Ah Shui's voice could not be heard, but soon there was a deafening sound of gunfire, which scared the dwarf Japanese.

Just as Yamaguchi Hoshino hesitated whether to inform the palace, Su Yong shouted, "Brothers, it's time to witness your bravery. Come with me."

Su Yong didn't need his biography at all, and he didn't want to deal with these dwarf Japanese. Reasoning with the dwarf Japanese? Come on, action is the best pressure.

The three rushed to the front end again, just like three huge meat grinders. Wherever they went, countless dwarf Japanese screamed and were cut into a large pile of white flesh and blood by them. Sometimes they even felt that they would block the way, so countless people were thrown out by him all over the sky, and they didn't know how many roofs were smashed.

Several people are simply indestructible. The shadow of the stick is like a mountain, the light of the knife is like a rainbow, the wind of the gun is like a dragon, and everywhere they go is like the purgatory of Xiuluo. The head kept flying, the body kept falling down, and the flesh and blood blew up everywhere. Those Yanlong soldiers who followed them thought that the battle would be extremely difficult. Unexpectedly, under their way, they just followed and made up for those who had not cut off their breath, which was an extremely easy merit.

With the force of Su Yong and others, it is enough to defeat a hundred people. In addition, the road here is still not wide, and the other party can't use the skills of encirclement and killing. How many people can stop them from joining hands?

At first, the dwarf Japanese still had some shouting sounds and weapons. Later, the street was like a pantomime. In addition to seeing a few knives and stick shadows at the confrontation, there was no sound of blood flowing on both sides of the road.

Both sides don't even bother to shout for murder.

Su Yong and others were about to be numb. They mechanically waved their knives and cut them. Where his crazy knife was released, the dwarf Japanese soldiers were like dumb geese to let them kill.

At this time, the soldiers behind them also began to exert their power. In front of these frightened enemies, they launched a combination of killing the enemy, and kept removing the opponent.

The black in front is shortening little by little, while the blood road behind them is growing little by little. Although it is slow, it is growing steadily.

At the beginning, Yamaguchi Hoshino tried his best to stop him. As a result, he was almost out of breath by Su Yong's blow, so he had to retreat under the protection of the generals.

This way to death can be called a river of blood. Occasionally, the Yanlong generals behind turned around and found that the road that passed through could not be seen except blood.

The high and low stacked bodies, with countless long knives inserted on them, and the whole road was soaked with blood. I'm afraid that even ten consecutive days of heavy rain can't be washed clean.

The fierce confrontation on this road and the sound of gunfire from time to time on the other side of the port have naturally attracted the attention of all the people in the Japanese capital.

There were some bold people watching the battle secretly in the distance. Even in the house near the road, some people carefully opened a window from time to time, and then covered their mouths and pressed their exclamation and vomiting.

Three thousand people? They don't know how many people have been killed for a long time. Those dwarf Japanese reserve teams are constantly replenished, and they can't stop the progress of this fire dragon iron-blooded team.

At this time, not only Su Yong and others have been drenched in blood, but also stained with blood.

Their movements are mechanical and skillful, and their eyes are hot and confused. Even Su Yong raised his head at this moment, with a trace of stagnation in his eyes.

The long street of 20 miles is full of blood.

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From time to time, in the escape caused by the death of the other superior officer and no one commanded, they finally killed in front of the towering and solemn palace gate.

The last group of dwarf Japanese people have dispersed or followed Yamaguchi Hoshino to hide in the palace.

The gate of the palace in front of me was closed, and it was stained with the blood of the big beach.

Su Yong picked up a Japanese knife from the ground, shot it with his backhand, smashed the plaque on the gate of the palace, and then shouted, "Daes, what does it add yellow again? I will pull a hundred cannons to bombard your Kyoto in five days."

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