Chapter 217 216. Kill the thief

Lan En followed his ronin across the wooden bridge and saw a ninja sitting slumped against the roots of a tree on the other side of the bank.

He was wearing a short cloak that seemed to be woven from raptor feathers, and a weird Japanese mask on his face.

Wearing strange clothes and not equipped with armor.

When Lan En came over to take a look, he could clearly feel that this man's breathing pattern showed traces of ninja training.

"Who are you?"

Lan En has only seen three ninjas, two old men, and a wolf so far. He has never seen a guy dressed like this.

This man was seriously injured, and even with his specially trained physique, he probably wouldn't be able to last more than ten minutes.

"Are you...that foreign warrior?"

While panting and coughing up blood, he tried to raise his head and look at the person in front of him.

"I was ambushed in advance. Go and save Miko-sama. Hurry."

At the end of his life, this man still cared about his master wholeheartedly, but Lan En did not leave quickly at his urging.

"As a ninja, you were ambushed in advance. You should know that this is not normal, right? Who is arranging the security of Hirata Manor recently?"

Identifying friend and foe immediately is the top priority in Lan En's mind.

A traitor can do more damage than an enemy.

The eyes of the ninja on the ground widened under the mask at first, and then calmed down.

Ninja is a profession that grows up in cruelty. This short-lived ninja quickly accepted the fact that he was betrayed.

"The only people who can arrange my course of action are Mr. Butterfly and Mr. Xiao."

After saying these last few words, the ninja lowered his head to his stomach and stopped breathing completely.

The corner of Lan En's mouth twitched.

Okay, the traitor is one of those two old ninjas who seem to be difficult to deal with, or both?

The situation is really bad to a certain extent.

Immediately, Lan En turned around and left without any delay, heading towards Pingtian Manor.

At least the target range has been narrowed down to two people, this is the gain.

"Pingtian Manor has not completely fallen yet. Later, with me as the vanguard, we will rush into the manor!"

In fact, if Lan En encountered these bandit-level thugs, he could definitely kill them by himself.

But firstly, he didn't know what other methods the enemy had, so it would be safer to prepare manpower to support them. Secondly, having one more helper who dared to kill people would increase the killing efficiency.

"Everyone." Lan En's cat eyes scanned all the men in front of him, and his tone was calm and rational.

"We are all ronin who have been together in Ashina's country, and their reputations are well known. When the imperial government comes, they will definitely be paid. If you have illusions, it is better to commit suicide on the spot. If you want to last long, the only way to protect the Hirata family is to save them!"

Before a tough battle, you need to unify your thoughts, even if you only have a few ronin under your command.

Lan En's knowledge and memory told him that the fewer manpower there is, the more effort should be made on this point.

After rational analysis, both emotionally and rationally, the ronin must regard the task of "maintaining the Hirata clan" as protecting their own wealth and life.

After saying this, the ronin's eyes no longer flickered, but became more determined and ruthless.

Most ronin are cruel, and they will fight for anyone who doesn't want them to make money or live.

As for Kotaro and the Ashigaru who were pushed in by the Hirata clan, their will to fight was firm without encouragement.

They had to rely on the Hirata clan to survive in troubled times, and their children were all living in the castle town of Hirata-so, so they were already impatient.

"Very good, let's go!"

The men who had formed a battle formation nodded towards Lan En, took a deep breath in front of the closed manor door, and waited.

Lan En moved his ankles and knees a little, and rushed directly towards the wall next to the gate!

The gate of Pingtianzhuang is a very typical Eastern style gate, with a wide eave covering the top of the main entrance.

The wall is much simpler, just a four-meter-high stone wall.

Although Lan En has not practiced [Light Body Technique] yet, he can do it by sprinting, borrowing force from the wall, and his super-standard arm strength.

With a clean turn, he easily crossed the wall that ordinary people would have to build a ladder to get through.

As soon as he landed, he saw that there were still many people gathered in the castle town armed with various weapons or farm tools, fighting and dealing with the bandits.

'The main entrance was not even cleared. The main force went directly to the inner house?'

After only thinking for a moment, Lan En directly pulled off the bolt on the door next to him, which was as wide as an ordinary person's waist.

Pull the wide and strong door and open it to both sides.

Outside the door, the ronin group who had been prepared for a long time could not help but start shouting and cheering as the gap gradually widened.

Then they rushed in according to Lan En's instructions and began to strangle the scattered bandits!

In Lan En's eyes, these bandits have never been a problem except their quantity.

They have no discipline, and it is impossible for them to pile up the property in Pingtian Manor. They will definitely not be able to accept the efficiency of robbery.

When the bandits who were scattered met the rogues who were dispatched in groups, the outcome can be imagined.

With a "bang" sound, Lan En kicked out a samurai sword from the hand of a corpse at his feet.

Crossing a distance of more than ten meters, he passed through the chest of a bandit who was pulling a lot of silk cloth. The guard on the handle of the knife caught his chest and pinned him to the wall.

When the witcher walked over, in the small wooden house where the bandits had robbed the silk cloth, the bodies of a young peasant woman and an old couple were piled together. The blood was spreading out.

These bandits are not only here to steal things, they are also here to kill.

Lan En's group of ronin formed into a formation were simply invincible to the scattered enemies.

In a cold weapon battle, as long as the difference in combat effectiveness is not too big, forming a battle formation is better than being alone!

The Ronin team eliminated the enemies very quickly. When Kotaro led the men to kill again and returned to Lan En, he still had a few thick chicken feathers on his head.

It seems that the live chickens raised in captivity have come out to join in the fun because they were frightened.

But it looked like they were all hacked to death by the battle formation.

Lan En looked at Kotaro's expression. His eyes were blood red, and blood, sweat, and snot were mixed together and flowing down.

"Have you found your mother?"

Lan En asked suddenly.

He still remembered that Kotaro said that his mother lived in the castle town.

But this little man with a wretched face just gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice.

"It's gone."

"Sir, where should we counterattack next?"

Mother was gone, and there were only four words in his mouth. Then he turned back to the next step of action planning.

But Lan En could feel that he was not sad. On the contrary, when he was relaying his mother's teachings at the Longquan River, his proud expression could not be deceived.

When talking about the "Star Offering Ceremony" that his mother asked for for him, he couldn't pretend to feel cared about.

He is not good-looking, but his mother loves him.

However, people who survive in harsh environments always have a sense of realism.

Because they want to live, even if the person closest to them dies in front of them, they must continue to think about the daily necessities that are right in front of them, because life will not give them time to stop mourning.

If you don't work for a while, you will have nothing to eat. If you don't work for a day, you will have no food for a day.

This gives people the illusion that they are not sad.

But now, the "firewood, rice, oil and salt" in front of Kotaro are the bandits.

Lan En looked down at his palms.

Just a few hours ago, his hands had squeezed open a Renqi ball made for him by a corpse here, and let the water from Longquan River sprinkle on his body to cure diseases and bring blessings.

"We fight back to the stronghold. There are still people there who we haven't gone out to patrol. We are the group most likely to preserve combat effectiveness."

"yes!"

Lan En ordered, and Kotaro couldn't wait to do it, as if if he took a step slowly, he would be entangled in some annoying thoughts.

The young demon hunter pursed his lips and looked at the back of the short man.

He couldn't comfort Kotaro. All he could do was help Kotaro solve the "firewood, rice, oil and salt" in front of him. That is to say——

Kill the thief.

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