Astartes of the Bear School

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 river.

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

Dressed strangely and equipped with no 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 wolves 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."

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

"As a ninja, you were ambushed in advance. You should know that this is abnormal, 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 Lord Butterfly and Lord Xiao."

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

The corners 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 reward.

"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 thugs with the level of bandits, he could definitely kill them by himself.

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

"Everyone." Lan En's cat eyes scanned all the men in front of him, 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 inner 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 was, 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. They will fight for anyone who doesn't want him to make money or live.

As for Kotaro and the Ashigaru who were stuffed 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 in the castle town of Hirata-so, and 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 and waited in front of the closed manor door.

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 through 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 need 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.

‘They didn’t even clear the gate. Did the main force go directly to the inner house? ’

After only thinking for a moment, Lan En directly pulled off the door 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 follow Lan En's instructions and rush in! Start strangling 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 Village. They will definitely not be able to accept the efficiency of robbery.

And when the bandits who were scattered met the ronins who were dispatched in groups, the outcome was predictable.

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 is spreading outward.

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

The Ronin group organized by Lan En was simply invincible to the scattered enemies.

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

The Ronin group 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 is gone, and there are only four words in his mouth. Then turn back to the next step of action planning.

But Lan En could feel that he was not sad. On the contrary, when he was drawing water from Longquan River, when he relayed his mother's teachings, his proud look 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 difficult circumstances 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 the 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 have not 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 had no way to comfort Kotaro. All he could do was to help Kotaro solve the immediate problems. That is to say——

Kill the thief.

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