Chapter 219 218. Strange Giant Soldier

The interior of the Ronin group's longhouse was just as Lan En expected.

It contains the most fighting and organized group of people in the castle town.

After Lan En came back, these ronin looked at him like he was a parent. Strictly speaking, saving someone's life is not like having another parent.

Before Lan En could speak to rejoin them in the battle queue, Kotaro stood up and repeated what he had just said outside the manor to the surviving ronin.

The stakes will not change due to differences of words. After the panic of being surrounded and suppressed by the narrow escape just now, the Rongers present were able to think clearly about the rationale after a little composure.

So without much trouble, this group of rogues with fierce eyes flashing were holding their knives and preparing to follow their leader to fight for their own way out.

Perhaps the main combat force in this raid was intent on beheading, so they headed straight for the inner house of Hirata Manor.

The people who stayed in the castle town were bandits who couldn't stand up to the public eye.

Lan En didn't even need to take action. He only needed to rely on his observation of the battlefield situation and then issue an order. All that was left was to arrange the manpower to receive the victory.

The terrain of Pingtian Village is complex, but to him, this level of battlefield structure is just a trivial matter that cannot be brought to the fore in [Memory Diving].

Standing at a high place, drinking a bottle of [Cat] potion, superhuman senses can clearly observe the number of most enemies, and then allocate the combat power like a fish in water.

After he rescued his men from the longhouse of the ronin group, many Hirata clan ashigaru who had been scattered along the way were reorganized into the team by him.

Nearly a hundred people were gathered here and there in this bloody night of blazing fire!

From the frightened voices of these people, Lan En knew that the person responsible for the defense system of Pingtian Village recently was the giant ninja-Xiao.

The fact that these ashigaru were defeated so easily even though there were still a large number of them was probably due to that guy's "arrangement of troops".

Arranging troops into formations and mobilizing a team of soldiers to fight. This was a new experience for Lan En.

But he seems to be born to adapt to this kind of heavy responsibility.

Others entrusted him with their strength and life, and he naturally wanted to use these things perfectly.

Especially on the battlefield.

Lan En's ability to mobilize is getting stronger and stronger. The scenes in [Memory Diving] appear before his eyes, reconstructed in his mind, and finally refined into knowledge and mastered by him.

At the beginning, the men he sent out would be tied up and fight hard for a while.

But later on, he was able to basically limit every battle he arranged to end within three minutes.

After more than an hour, Lan En had even wiped out the bandits in the entire castle town!

"The art of command? Tsk, it takes more brains than fighting."

Lan En patted his forehead.

Relying on the reinforcements of Mentos, he could barely keep up with the performance of the Emperor's Children in his memory in terms of thinking speed.

But the speed of thinking of others is normal, but for him now, it is already an 'overclocking'.

Shaking his head slightly, Lan En gave himself a sip of [Swallow] to speed up his recovery.

Then he said to Kotaro, who had firm and respectful eyes under the eaves: "The castle town is already safe enough. We have no worries. Next, we should advance to the inner house."

Although the ronin and ashigaru below were all panting, and some even had the hands holding their swords shaking, when Lan En's order was given, they all shouted yes with blood boiling.

On the battlefield of flesh-and-blood fighting, a commander who can give people 100% victory will be regarded as a [god] by the soldiers!

There is a small bridge connecting the castle town and the inner palace area. Under the cliff of this wooden bridge is a small tributary of the Ryusen River.

Lan En took the lead in scouting and approached the area, observing in the bamboo forest on the slope.

As soon as he glanced at it, his brows couldn't help but frown.

"That fat boy is a bit strong!"

The small bridge is not spacious, and on this bridge there is a huge figure wearing a simple armor pocket standing in the middle.

He is about 2.5 meters tall, with powerful fat muscles all over his body and a big general belly.

In his hand was a 1.56 meter all-iron mace, dangling in his hand like a child's toy, whipping the lawn and pounding the mud.

If an ashigaru of Kotaro's size were allowed to attack him, he would probably not be able to kill more than thirty people.

But for a person who sounds similar to a fierce general in ancient Chinese literature, his face has a very typical look of Down syndrome.

The distance between the eyes is very large, the eyes are small and lifeless, and they look like they are demented.

Lan En turned back and described the 'weird man' he saw to Kotaro, a local.

It stands to reason that a guy with this kind of body type must be quite famous in the local area.

Sure enough, after Lan En described it briefly, Kotaro's eyes widened and he looked angry.

"Taro soldier!"

"They are the Tailang soldiers in Xianfeng Temple! The masters of Xianfeng Temple adopted a group of orphans. They all have such a strong body, but their brains are not very functional. The masters took pity on them because they had no way out, so they treated them as monk soldiers in the temple.

Cultivate them and call them 'Taro Soldiers'."

The short man gritted his teeth angrily and said.

"It must be these bandits who kidnapped lone Tarang soldiers in the mountains to be their helpers! They are just like children, easy to deceive!"

Lan En frowned and listened.

Adopting a group of children, all of them look like this?! Is it so outrageous?

Lan En vaguely felt that something was wrong, but then he thought about the confident words of Kotaro, a local, and the chickens and fish he had seen. He was not ready to say anything more.

After all, he is just a stranger who doesn't understand this land.

"In this case, then leave him to me. There is no blood on his mace, and it seems that he is indeed from Buddhism. Even if he was kidnapped to be a thug, he didn't hit anyone subconsciously. Don't worry, I

I won’t kill him.”

Kotaro looked at Lan En slightly nervously.

After the demon hunter said that he would not kill the Taro soldier, he breathed a sigh of relief and his face became relaxed.

He and her recently deceased mother were both devout believers of Senhoji Temple, and they would kill people like Mishanin without hesitation, but when faced with Taro Bing, who was born in Senhoji Temple, he really had some obstacles in his heart.

Those Taro soldiers are simply overgrown children!

There are many people with his mentality like this among Lan En's men today.

There were not many bandits defending the bridge, which was in line with Lan En's conjecture.

The enemy was so eager to behead him that he didn't even take care of his own retreat.

Returning to the small bamboo forest on the slope where Lan En had just stopped to observe, Lan En looked at the four ashigaru holding short bows around him one by one to confirm that they were all in good condition.

Then he nodded slightly.

"Whoosh!"*5

On the small bridge, two bandits holding large wooden signs were directly hit by a volley.

Their big wooden signs only faced forward, and their armor didn't even cover their stomachs. Even if they were hit by short bow arrows, the arrows would be enough to penetrate their internal organs.

He immediately screamed and fell down.

The befuddled Tarang soldier seemed to be startled, like a child, with a frightened expression and looking around with his arms around the mace.

"Who? Who is it? What do you want to do?"

A wave of long-range attacks eliminated the possible troublemakers, and Lan En walked directly out of the bamboo forest.

He walked directly to Taro Bing's side in silence.

How could a child-like mind be able to stand someone like Lan En, silently approaching with eyes staring at him?

The fear on Tarang Bing's face became more and more serious, until finally, the big man was so frightened that he screamed and swung the mace in his hand with his eyes closed.

"Retreat! The evil demon retreats! Retreat?"

Luan Wu felt a light touch on his hand, and Tarang Bing opened his eyes in confusion.

The iron rod between them, one meter and a half long, was already in the hands of the person opposite.

And that person has already prepared to throw out!

"Bang!"

Lan En's face was expressionless, and he used the handle of the mace without spikes, like a baseball, and directly hit the Tarang soldier's belly armor pocket.

"Ugh!"

At least two hundred kilograms of flesh even briefly lifted off the ground! Even the acid water in his stomach was ejected.

Then, the heel of the studded leather glove pushed upward towards his chin.

There was only a violent clash of teeth, and the frighteningly strong Tailang soldier collapsed limply.

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