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Chapter 32 Old Ding
Having fought their way to this point, the enemy is now in a position of certain defeat.
But as soon as these two arrived, the six people on the other side felt reassured.
That tall, demon-like figure stood there, looking inhuman.
More like a mountain spirit that climbs trees and walls at night, tearing out people's hearts and livers.
The other man had both a long sword and a short sword at his waist, dressed casually, and had a calm expression.
She looks ordinary, but the more you look at her, the more uncomfortable you feel.
Neither of them introduced themselves.
But she has the right presence; at least she's got the stage presence.
On the other side, Liu Gao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, holding half a door panel, his expression very complicated.
"My grandmother."
"What do they eat to grow up like that?"
At this moment, Mo Qin appeared completely at ease.
"Hey, can you hear me?... You Japanese really have all sorts of people!"
The ronin couldn't understand the words, but he could read the expression. He said something to the swordsman in Japanese.
"こいつ、くどいな! The second one is the real one and the first one is the first one to kill!" (This guy is so verbose! Wait for the first one to kill him!)
The voice was calm, even nonchalant.
But the knife-wielder tensed up immediately upon hearing this.
Mochin also couldn't understand Japanese, but he could tell that the ronin intended to kill him.
At this time, a sentence came from behind Mo Qin: "The words are too early. The first one is the first one. The first one is the first one. The first one is the one who dies first."
The speaker was none other than Old Ding, whose deep, resonant voice echoed throughout the entire venue!
Zhou Hu's expression remained unchanged, as if he had known all along that Lao Ding could speak Japanese.
At this moment, he simply leveled his iron spear and entered battle mode once again!
"Old Ding."
Old Ding squatted behind, pressing on his old leg, and lifted his eyelids slightly when he heard the sound.
"Um?"
"Can you keep an eye on these two?"
Old Ding removed his hands from his legs and slowly stood up.
"Keep an eye on it for a while."
"Can't keep an eye on him for one night."
"It will only take a moment."
Zhou Hu nodded, without beating around the bush, "The rest, we'll handle."
The meaning was very clear after those words were spoken.
Old Ding will hold off these two for now.
Zhou Hu and his men devoured the remaining six.
First, clear away the outer perimeter, then create a situation where you have more people than people.
Yan Qi remained silent, her brows furrowed.
Once the fight starts, if these two tough guys get too close to Lao Ding and move too fast, what will happen?
If the arrow deviates by half an inch, it's really hard to say who will be hit first.
"Then let's go."
Mo Qin held his white wax spear horizontally. "Whether you're a ronin or an old ghost, you'll have to walk on the snow today. Don't even think about stepping on our faces."
The Yaksha made the first move.
One moment he was standing by the shadow of the tree, the next he was pressed into the shadow on the other side, with only the end of the grappling hook swaying gently in the snow.
The ronin, however, was in no hurry.
He first drew half of the long sword out, and then slowly brought out the short sword as well.
The long sword pressed down on the road.
Use a short knife to remove the plate.
They prepared simultaneously, not one after the other.
Old Ding's demeanor suddenly changed, as if he had become a completely different person, exuding the aura of a master.
"Your face is really long."
Old Ding glanced at the ronin, "He really does deserve two swords."
Mo Qin almost burst out laughing.
Even at a time like this, this old man still has time to insult people.
The ronin was not angered; instead, he drew his long sword, its blade gleaming.
The short sword was also drawn at the same instant.
Press down into the upper body position.
Take the leg line down.
Old Ding had barely lifted his foot when the short knife grazed past his knee.
The long sword pressed down on the shoulder and neck immediately, the timing extremely tight, as if it had already calculated where the person would hide.
Old Ding didn't retire.
He raised his right hand and placed the heel of his palm against the back of the long sword.
It's not a block.
It wasn't about arresting them.
It's a sticker.
The blade hadn't even touched the flesh yet, but its path had already veered off by an inch, grazing the shoulder and only slicing through half of the cotton armor.
Almost simultaneously, the yaksha descended from behind, its short blade not aimed at the chest or throat, but straight at the back of the neck.
Old Ding didn't even turn his head, just flicked his left hand behind him.
It's still half an inch short of the palm.
The fabric of the man's clothes collapsed in front of his chest, making him look as if he had been hit by an invisible hammer.
My feet left two long tracks in the snow as I slid backward.
The extraordinary scene made Mo Qin's scalp tingle instantly.
The palm hasn't reached it yet!
The energy comes first!
Seeing this, Lin Jun was also very surprised.
"Is this even human?"
The long-faced ronin's expression turned serious.
He uttered two words in a deep voice.
"...Internal energy?"
It was broken Mandarin, which Old Ding heard, but he ignored it.
After defeating the Yaksha, Ding Laozu was noticeably a half-beat slower when his left leg landed.
Mo Qin noticed that the leg had an old injury.
They're fine most of the time, but when it comes to life-or-death situations, they start to sabotage others.
"No wonder such a skilled fighter would end up guarding the armory!"
The ronin glanced sideways, clearly having figured it out as well.
He made a quick decision and changed his playing style.
Instead of rushing to kill, they adopted a coercive fighting style.
The long knife pressed down on the line, while the short knife aimed specifically at Old Ding's left leg.
Yaksha wandered around, appearing and disappearing at will, waiting for Lao Ding to reveal a weakness.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine for a while! Leave these two things to me without worry."
Old Ding called out, seemingly aware that Mo Qin was watching him.
His voice sounded confident and in control. "Get your business done."
Zhou Hu didn't look in that direction at all, from beginning to end.
The goal is clear: to clean up my own mess first.
"move."
Zhou Hu flicked his iron spear and first attacked the short spearman.
The short spearman's right wrist had already been wounded by the previous shot.
Now I can only barely hold the spear with my left hand.
The spear had barely been raised when Zhou Hu's gun arrived.
The first shot didn't hit a person, but a pole.
The spear tip was aimed directly at the middle of the spear shaft, and the spearhead immediately veered to the side.
The second shot was equally swift, following the clear line straight towards the throat.
Faced with life and death, the spearmen had no choice but to retreat.
But behind him were swordsmen and shieldmen.
It can't be moved.
The swordsman raised his shield to protect himself.
Just then, Lin Jun cut in from the side.
She swung her short stick and struck the edge of the shield.
Snapped!
The blow struck the thinnest part of the shield's edge.
The swordsman's wrist went numb, and the shield involuntarily shifted an inch.
It's only one inch long.
That's enough!
Zhou Hu then fired his third shot.
They were aiming at the eye.
The swordsman instinctively turned his face away.
The tip of the gun veered off course and pierced directly below his collarbone.
Blood gushed out, staining half of the front of the shirt a dark color.
The swordsman and shieldman didn't even utter a sound; he simply collapsed backward.
The short spearman wanted to salvage the situation.
Lin Jun's short stick had already struck the outside of his knee.
This blow wasn't heavy, but its placement was extremely insidious, striking precisely at the point where the leg's power shifted.
Short Spearman's legs buckled, and he was about to kneel when Zhou Hu thrust his spear forward, the shaft striking his chin and knocking him into the snow.
"pretty!"
Liu Gao roared.
No sooner had he uttered that than Lin Jun was already pressed against him from the side with his two daggers.
This person had been hiding, waiting for an opening.
Now that Liu Gao has roared, he is distracted, and an opening has appeared.
Two daggers, one above the other, aimed for the throat, the other for the heart.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lin Jun shifted his feet and took a half-step to the side, just in time to avoid the knife aimed at his throat.
At the same time, the short stick was pulled back and struck the right wrist of the double-dagger hand.
One of the daggers fell to the ground on the spot.
The double-dagger user's left hand was still pushing it in.
The short stick couldn't be returned in time.
But Lin Jun's other hand wasn't empty either.
With a flick of his sleeve, the dagger appeared.
I applied it directly along the inside of the other person's arm.
This cut was extremely short and extremely fast.
Blood spurted out from the inside of the forearm of the man wielding two daggers!
"Next time, learn to queue first."
Lin Jun's voice was cold and clear, "Your way of cutting in line is dangerous; you're likely to get yourself killed."
The dual-dagger user had no choice but to retreat, as no one was there to help him hold the line.
And the knife-wielding man finally made his move.
Iron Hand is dead, and the sword, shield, and short spear have fallen. If he doesn't step up now, he'll be next.
He heeded the ronin's previous orders, so he went straight for Mochin.
He lowered his knife, but the blade veered off course, still aiming for the wound on Mo Qin's left arm.
"Damn it, a bunch of bastards!" he muttered, but his gun had already reacted!
When the first cut is made, the white wax gun is applied.
The "Entanglement" Technique.
The blade immediately veered off course.
The second cut is made in the opposite direction.
Without sheathing the gun, Mo Qin flicked his wrist, and the gun barrel pressed against the line again.
Still entangled.
The third strike was not used.
Because the other party has already sensed that something is wrong.
Mochin didn't give him time to reminisce about his life.
The gun barrel has a half-inch gap in the center line.
Half an inch is more than enough!
The butt of the gun was flicked upwards.
Target: Chin!
Snapped!
The knife-wielder leaned back, his body flipping over on the spot.
Before he could even regain his footing, Mochin's spear tip had already begun to move downwards.
As soon as his vision returned, the knife-wielder saw that cold glint as it struck his throat.
puff...
As Mochin drew his gun, the narrow knife clattered and fell onto the snow.
On the other side, the longbowmen were also doomed.
Yan Qi had already severed his right shoulder, and this second arrow pierced directly into his Adam's apple.
The man sat back down, still gripping the bow, but only a string of blood bubbles emerged from his throat.
Yan Qi didn't look at the corpse; instead, he turned around and nocked the third arrow.
As for the sickle-wielder, Zhou Hu stabbed him right through the heart.
In the blink of an eye, only one pair of daggers remained, panting heavily.
He stood in the snow, his eyes narrowing sharply, then he stepped back.
But as soon as he turned around, Liu Gao's half of the door panel flew off.
boom!
It hit him squarely on the back of the head, making him stumble forward, and blood gushed from the back of his head.
The man had barely fallen when Liu Gao rushed over.
"Run your mother's ass!"
Half a door panel, and then another blow to the head.
This time, there was absolutely no movement in the snow.
On the other side, when Lao Ding and the other two were fighting, all that remained was the faint sound of wind breaking.
Everyone turned around; it wasn't over yet.
The two sides are evenly matched!
But Lao Ding's left leg had already begun to tremble slightly.
The ronin spoke amidst the fighting.
"You...can't hold on much longer."
Old Ding scoffed.
"All you've ever done in your life is spout nonsense?"
As the two were talking, Yaksha jumped down from the tree, his short blade aimed directly at Old Ding's left shoulder.
The ronin also attacked from the front, wielding both long and short swords simultaneously, one above and one below, one open and one hidden, his moves even more vicious than before.
Old Ding's left leg shifted slightly forward, his foot sank, and he buried half an inch into the ground.
As the long sword slashed down, he raised his right hand and pushed it forward with the heel of his palm against the back of the blade.
As the blade from behind was about to reach his shoulder, Old Ding swung his left hand back.
The force arrives before the palm!
The yaksha was struck head-on and sent flying, only stopping when it crashed into a tree trunk.
This attack broke through the defense, and Yaksha coughed up a mouthful of blood.
It seems that only a thin layer of health remains in his health bar.
The combo attack was perfectly blocked, and the ronin realized the situation: he couldn't kill this old man tonight.
Unless you trade your life!
But it's not worth it; at least the Qingliu Society isn't giving enough!
I am an assassin, not a suicide squad member!
He glanced at Yaksha to the side.
The other person's chest was heaving violently, clearly indicating that breathing was a problem.
The two exchanged a glance, having already conveyed their meaning.
I'm not playing anymore.
At least not tonight.
The ronin sheathed his long sword, raised his chin, and glanced at Old Ding.
Old Ding was also looking at him.
A few breaths later, the ronin turned around.
The Yaksha-man vanished into the forest in a flash.
After walking a few steps, the ronin uttered a sentence in broken Chinese:
"Crossing the river... Goodbye."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qin immediately cursed.
"Go see your ancestors."
"I'd rather kill you than have my gun get dirty."
After the two disappeared, Old Ding slowly squatted down and pressed his left leg.
Mo Qin quickly went over.
"You're still alive, kid?"
Mo Qin rolled his eyes and looked down at him.
"That's obvious!"
"That's fine then."
Old Ding sighed, "What a pity, my legs are letting me down."
Liu Gao also plopped down, his face covered in a mixture of sweat and snow.
Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at his own door, he finally managed to utter a sentence after a long pause:
"Now I realize this thing is really useful."
Yan Qi, holding the bow, replied:
"You're pretty tough, and you can still gossip now."
"Of course, you've come to the right place by bringing me here."
Zhou Hu had no time to rest and immediately gave orders to everyone.
"Yan Qi, check the arrows, check the footprints."
"Lin Jun, check the corpses and equipment."
"Liu Gao, drag him away. Don't let that survivor bleed to death."
Walking to the body of the man with the double daggers, Liu Gao examined it carefully: "No need to drag him away, he's already cold."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Hu looked at Mo Qin again.
"Come with me to the cliff edge."
"Old Ding! How are you?!"
Old Ding waved his hand.
"You go."
"I need to rest for a while."
Zhou Hu nodded and said nothing more.
When Lin Jun was examining the body of the knife-wielding man, he noticed the knife.
The blade is very narrow, the steel edge is fine and shiny, and there are characters on the hilt, which is not the practice of the Ming army.
"It's a Japanese sword."
She whispered, "It's not from a roadside stall; it's very well maintained."
She then went to search the longbowman's quiver.
The arrow has narrow, long fletchings, neatly pressed tail feathers, and a symmetrical shaft; it is not a miscellaneous item.
This group has a dedicated logistics organization, and Lin Jun was secretly alarmed: "Qingliu Society, just who are you people?"
On the other side, Zhou Hu and Mo Qin had reached the edge of the cliff.
The night was dark and the snow was heavy. Only a vague outline of a gentle slope could be seen. Further down, the snow and fog swirled, and nothing could be seen at all.
Zhou Hu was about to speak.
A strange noise came from below the cliff.
The sound was muffled.
The tone is very long.
Extremely penetrating.
It's like an old ox bellowing at the bottom of a deep well.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone felt as if something was blocking their chest.
Liu Gao shuddered and almost fell to the ground.
"...What the hell?"
No one responded to him because no one knew.
A strange wind swept up from below the cliff, carrying a peculiar, damp, and fishy smell.
Lin Jun took two steps toward the edge of the cliff.
There seems to be something down there.
Liu Gao's voice trembled as he said, "There's a cow, and a very big cow!"
Have you ever seen a cow mooing at the bottom of a cliff in the middle of the night?
Mochin turned around and glared at her again. "And another thing, can your cow climb mountains?"
"I don't have any cows."
"Then shut up."
At that moment, the sound of cattle mooing came up from below for the second time.