Chapter 594: The Bloody Battle on Long Street

A full moon is still hanging obliquely above the western sky, so today's dawn is not dark, at about four o'clock in the morning, Zhu Kun finally gathered nearly 300 people, holding torches to kill the county government.

On the long street, Zhu Kun took the lead, Guo Jindiao and eight 500 battalion soldiers guarded the left and right, and behind him was a ragtag army composed of more than 300 patrolmen, government officials, and family members.

Just as everyone walked to the central axis street near the county office, a powerful arrow was fired from the roof, and a 500-battalion soldier on horseback was shot in the chest and fell off the horse and died.

"Enemy attack!" Guo Jindiao shouted loudly, and raised his hand to the gun while strangling the horse, and bang, the man in black on the house rolled off the tile with a scream on the spot.

However, at this time, cold arrows also hit the rooftops on both sides at the same time, and before Guo Jindiao could reload his ammunition, a sharp arrow pierced his left arm, causing him to roll off his horse directly. At the same time, there were three other 500 battalion soldiers who were hit by the arrow, and it was obvious that the other party wanted to kill the 500 battalion soldiers who were most afraid of the threat first.

Bang bang bang......

The remaining four 500 battalion soldiers immediately counterattacked, and one of the would-be soldiers rolled off the roof with a bloody head on the spot.

"Kill!" Orinobu Miko led the remaining eight Japanese samurai to jump from the roof, and fearlessly slaughtered Zhu Kun and hundreds of others.

"Hey...... Evil spirit! Orishimiko screamed, and actually cut off the heads of two officials with a knife, blood splattered like a fountain, and two headless corpses fell down with a bang, the scene was bloody and terrifying.

"Shame...... Evil spirit......! The other eight Japanese warriors also howled and killed into the crowd, these guys are all cold-blooded killers with high martial arts, a vertical leap is close to a foot away, plus the Japanese knife in his hand is one meter and two long, and it can be four or five meters away with a sword jump, not to mention the temporarily organized miscellaneous army, it is estimated that even the elite of the Ming army will not be able to bargain.

Therefore, Orishin Miko and the eight Japanese samurai were like wolves entering a flock of sheep, chopping melons and vegetables and slaughtering, and the miscellaneous army of nearly 300 people was in chaos in an instant, crying and fleeing in all directions, no matter how hysterical Zhu Kun was, he could not restrain the team, and could only sigh.

Orishin Miko killed extremely happily, and the depression during this time was swept away, but it was a pity that the despicable and greedy dog Qincha Xu Jin was not here, otherwise cutting off his dog's head would undoubtedly be a pleasure to make her climax.

However, it was not bad to cut off the head of the dog Qincha, and it was not bad to cut off the head of a county commander, so Ori Shin Miko carried a Japanese knife to Zhu Kun.

"The thief is hateful, and he shouldn't have left his life that day!" Zhu Kun broke off with a loud voice, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and rushed towards Orinobu Miko without fear, and the waist knife in his hand slashed at Orinobu Miko with the momentum of the horse.

Orishin Miko rolled forward on the spot, dodging Zhu Kun's condescending blow, and the long sword dragged along the way, and a horse's hoof was instantly cut off by a sharp blade. The horses under Zhu Kun's crotch screamed and fell, and Zhu Kun was thrown out on the spot, fell heavily on the street, and rolled several meters away before stopping.

Zhu Kun just endured the severe pain in his internal organs and got up, a beam of knife light had already slashed down, Zhu Kun hurriedly raised the knife to block the frame, and with a bang, the waist knife in Zhu Kun's hand shook off on the spot, and his right forearm was cut off.

The severe pain made Zhu Kun faint on the spot, and Ori Shin Miko was about to make up another knife to cut off Zhu Kun's head, when there was a bang of gunfire behind her, and the lead bullet hit the knife in her hand, and the sparks splashed in an instant, so startled that she hurriedly threw the knife and rolled aside.

Guo Jindiao secretly screamed that it was a pity, because he was hit by an arrow in his left arm, he could only shoot with one hand, so he missed his head, otherwise this shot would blow up Orinobumiko's head.

Even if the opportunity was a little indulgent, Guo Jindiao didn't have time to replenish the gun, he flew over a nearby horse, galloped up as soon as he clamped the horse's belly, and when he passed by, he bent down and lifted Zhu Kun on the ground, and galloped towards the end of the long street.

Orishin Miko hurriedly untied the bow he was carrying, bent the bow and set up the arrow, and with a bang, the sharp arrow hit Guo Jindiao's heart like a maggot attached to the bone, but the latter seemed to have a hind eye, and as soon as the string sounded, he lay down forward, and the sharp arrow flew over the horse's neck.

Orinobu Miko couldn't help but hate it, but unfortunately she didn't have a chance to shoot a second arrow, so she could only pause in frustration.

At this time, hundreds of miscellaneous troops had already fled, and only four 500 battalion soldiers were left to fight against the Japanese warriors. The 500 battalions belong to the elite who have been baptized by large and small battles, and after last year's drills, they are not weaker than the Japanese warriors in terms of individual combat effectiveness, but they suffer a little in terms of weapons, and the length of the two-handed Japanese swords is 20 centimeters longer than the standard waist knife of the Ming army.

The two sides fought fiercely for two teas, and the four 500 battalion soldiers died heroically after all, but the Japanese warriors also paid the price of two dead and two wounded.

In this battle, eight people from the 500 battalion were killed, and four of the ten Japanese samurai brought by Orinobu Miko were killed and two were slightly wounded. As for the ragtag army organized by Zhu Kun, it did not work at all, but gave dozens of lives in vain. Indeed, a flock of sheep without guts, no matter how numerous they are, will only be killed.

Although Zhu Kun ran away in the end, when the two intact flintlock pistols came to her, Ori Shin Miko was still so excited that she didn't hesitate to do anything, secretly thinking that if she could bring this sharp firearm back to Japan and hand it over to her father, it should be enough to make up for her loss this time, and maybe she would be rewarded.

Orinobumiko played with the flintlock pistol for a while, studied the magazine for a while, and then tried to reload the ammunition. Although the movements were clumsy, she finally figured it out, after all, the principle of the flintlock pistol is not very different from that of the firebolt.

Bang......

Ori Shinmiko learned the posture of the 500 battalion soldiers and fired a shot into the air, because the butt of the gun did not resist, as a result, under the effect of recoil, the butt of the gun knocked her collarbone to bruise. However, Orishin Miko was still extremely happy, and secretly praised the ingenious design of the flintlock pistol, if it could be brought back to Japan to be copied in large quantities, then the Orishin family's unification of Japan would be just around the corner.

Orishibumiko glanced at the other five flintlock pistols on the ground with pity, these five had been smashed, and they were smashed by the soldiers of the five hundred battalions on their own initiative, obviously because they didn't want the flintlock pistols to fall into the hands of the enemy, if it weren't for the fact that two of the thugs didn't have time to smash the guns, the remaining two were estimated to be incapacitated.

"Let's go, go back to the county office!" Orishimiko carried two flintlock pistols and walked in the direction of the prefectural government in high spirits.

The remaining six Japanese samurai also brought the five flintlock pistols that had been smashed as treasures, and even the scattered parts were carefully retrieved and put away.