Caesar took a closer look at the knife, which looked very similar to a Japanese katana. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the ancient Tang knife in China is also this style, after the Tang knife spread to Japan, the Japanese emperor saw it, shocked by the heavens, and then learned the forging of the Tang knife, and changed, and gradually developed into today's Japanese samurai sword.

This is related to the difference between China and Japan, the environment of the two sides, Huaxia is vast, the battlefield is wearing armor, Huaxia's knife needs to cut through the enemy's armor, in order to kill and injure the enemy, so, the knife should be thicker and wider, otherwise it is very easy to break or roll the blade.

The Japanese armor is thin and there is very little iron armor, so the Japanese sword has evolved into a design that directly cuts people, the blade is slender and sharp, and the flesh and bones are not a problem, and if the strength and angle are enough, it can even be cut in half with a knife, but it is easy to roll and break when cutting on iron armor or hard objects.

Therefore, Caesar had to take a closer look at this knife to analyze where he was now, whether it was China or Japan.

However, soon Caesar had the result, this sword was not a Tang sword, but a Japanese katana, that is, Caesar was at this time in a certain period of ancient Japan.

However, Caesar did not learn the history well, and Caesar did not understand much about the 5,000-year history of the great country, let alone the ancient history of Japan.

At most, I have heard the names of some ancient Japanese military generals, such as Oda Nobunaga, Sanada Yukimura, etc., and the whole world knows and is familiar with the name, and more of them are known from the Musou games released by a certain company.

"Let's see what happens." Caesar thought to himself as he threw the worn-out, sometimes cracked katana on the ground.

From the corpses that had just died, it was clear that there should be a village in the upper reaches of the river, and that it was not too far away, and that this village was being attacked.

And just as Caesar was examining the bodies, wisps of black smoke rose in the distance above the river.

Caesar hastened and ran upstream, and it was not long before he saw the beautiful terraced rice fields, and the village, which was supposed to be peaceful and peaceful, was under attack, and the sound of slashing, laughter, cries and cries for help rang out, and flames burned over the houses.

Like Caesar, they spoke Japanese, but Caesar was able to understand what they were saying.

"Hahaha!" A scruffy-looking group of scruffy-looking men in torn armor and armed with swords, bows and guns, laughed and slaughtered the villagers, destroying buildings, and robbing everything they could.

The men of the village, all armed with various farm tools as weapons, were full of fear to resist the bandits, they were afraid, but they had relatives and children behind them, and they could not escape.

However, they have no courage, the hands holding the weapons, are trembling, how can they fight, the bandits who do not take murder seriously, are completely one-sided slaughter, only some unlucky bandits will be killed by the farmer.

"Please spare us, don't kill my child!" A village woman, holding the crying child in her arms, ran away while crying, but was thrown to the ground by the thieves chasing behind her, she looked at the robbers who were holding her, and pleaded bitterly.

The bandit who grabbed the village woman, when he saw the child, suddenly stiffened, his face showed a trace of unbearable, he killed a lot of people, but in the face of the child, he was a little unable to do it, and he still had a little conscience in his heart.

"Boss!" At this time, the other bandits hurriedly shouted.

I saw that a bald man nearly two meters tall walked over, and the equipment on this big man was obviously much better than that of other bandits, whether it was the armor he was wearing or the knife he was holding in his hand.

This person is the boss and leader of this group of robbers.

However, this leader, who looked a little wrong, had a dull expression, his eyes were silent, and he made a muffled 'grunt' sound in his mouth, and he still held a wine jug in his hand, and raised his hand to drink, but most of the wine flowed down his neck and into his armor.

"Kill... Homicide... All killed... Be hearty... Especially children—" The leader said intermittently, but his voice was very strange, not like he was speaking in a normal voice.

The subordinates also felt that the leader had been strange lately, but they didn't care about asking too much.

"But, the leader...", grabbing the village woman, looking at the child's somewhat unbearable subordinates, a little hesitant.

"You don't kill... I'll do it for you... Kill—" said the leader, raising the knife in his hand and looking hard at the village woman's neck.

'Poof! However, the leader's knife slashed at the neck of the man who was holding the village woman, and directly cut off the head of his subordinate, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Boss!?" This frightened all the subordinates around him.

"Oops, cut... "The leader said: 'You catch... Tight her...'

The subordinates on the side glanced at each other, and did not dare to disobey the words of the leader, and caught the village woman who was about to escape.

"Following ... Keep chopping ... Head—" the leader said intermittently, raising the knife in his hand and slashing at the village woman with all his might.

Grabbing the village woman's subordinates, looking at the leader's movements, he knew at a glance that this knife was going to be cut off again, and it was still them who were chopping, so they dared to grab the village woman, and quickly let go and dodged to the side.

And the leader's knife, as expected, was cut in the air, and if his subordinates hid slowly, they would be cut on his subordinates.

Seeing this, the village woman immediately hugged the child in her arms and hurriedly ran away.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" The subordinate looked at the leader who was getting more and more wrong, and asked worriedly.

"Don't... Don't run...", however, the leader ignored his men, threw the flask aside in his hand, and chased the village woman with a knife, drooling from her mouth, very disgusting.

"Ahh While escaping, the village woman looked backwards, did not pay attention to her feet, kicked on the broken wooden plank, and fell to the ground, her skin rubbing and bleeding on the rough ground, stained with mud, and looking very embarrassed.

"Go... Die... A child's heart... It's mine... It's delicious," the leader said, raising his knife and swinging it down vigorously.

Just when the village woman couldn't help but show despair in her eyes as she watched the flickering cold light fall, suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of her and blocked her behind.

'Bang! With a sound, I saw the knife swung by the leader, which cracked violently, and most of the blade, spinning, was inserted into the wooden plank beside it.

"Huh?" The leader looked at the knife with the remaining hilt, and his dull face showed a puzzled expression, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared. (To be continued.) )