Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 218 217. Mishanin Yuanzhen

Outside the longhouse of the ronin group in the castle town, a group of bandits who still maintained their basic organization, holding torches and kerosene, surrounded the longhouse.

It was already drizzling in the night, but this level of rain could not prevent a deliberate fire.

The only reason why the bandits didn't throw out kerosene and torches now was that they didn't want to burn the ronin's belongings in the longhouse.

In the eyes of bandits, ronin are probably richer than ordinary civilians.

But even so, the bandits' little patience was about to be exhausted.

Although the wall around the longhouse is thin, it can still be regarded as a barrier.

In a cold weapon confrontation, even a small slope can be considered an advantage.

The people above have a longer attack range, wider attack targets, and more powerful weapons. The people below want to rush forward, but before they can swing their weapons, they have to waste an entire movement on raising their legs.

Therefore, although the Ronin group in the longhouse does not have a leader. However, a group of people who make money by licking blood with the blade of a knife still relied on their bloody bravery and ruthlessness, and at least they did not lose this stronghold.

"Hold! Hold on!"

The rogues were waving samurai swords and spears by the wall while shouting and encouraging each other to make sure that they were still alive and that the defense zone they were responsible for had not been breached.

"The bandit will not let anyone live! Even if it is to survive! We must stop him!"

At the gate of the longhouse courtyard, a thin wooden door had been chopped and smashed from the outside until it was crumbling, and there were several large holes in the door panel.

The two ronin, who knew a little bit about pistol skills, stretched out their spears from the large hole in the door panel. The metal blades swayed like poisonous snakes, making the bandits at the front door afraid to approach for a while.

The two spear ronin encouraged each other and checked for each other's mistakes. But even so, they knew in their hearts that the situation was getting worse.

After such a long time, no reinforcements from the Hirata clan arrived. However, the bandits' momentum grew louder and louder, and the screams and cries outside became smaller and smaller.

Everyone in the castle town was almost killed!

What they are doing now is just fighting against a trapped beast.

At this moment, the bandits who were afraid to come forward by the spears at the gate seemed to suddenly come up with a good plan.

Their cheeks were covered with a layer of black putty, and they smiled in the firelight and drizzle.

"That monk!" The bandit holding a torch shouted as he waved the light source in his hand toward the distance.

"The monk with the Jumonji Gun! Aren't you some [Ninja Killers]? Come here and do a favor, break down the courtyard gate, and share the contents with you! This is the courtyard where those wanderers live!"

The two spearmen guarding the gate looked at each other, and in the darkness beyond the yard, a glistening spear tip was first revealed.

The head of this gun is half a meter long, and the entire gun is at least three and a half meters long!

The ashigaru spears in their hands reached two meters into the sky. Even if their bodies have been pierced by someone else's spear, they can't even be hit by their own!

"He just said, 'monk'?"

Suddenly, a spear ronin said with trembling lips.

Big gun and monk, when these two words are combined, an image of a rogue comes to mind.

——Mishanyuan!

A group of 'monks' who wear Buddhist skins, work as mercenaries, and use the secret spear skills taught by the temple!

I call myself a monk, but I just think the organizational structure of the temple is more convenient.

Sure enough, when the man with the big gun came out of the darkness, he was dressed like a Japanese traveling monk.

He wears straw sandals, black clothes and white trousers, a white turban on his head, and a few strings of Buddhist beads on his chest.

But what he said didn't mean 'compassion' at all.

"A ronin who wields a spear? The young monk is happy with this harvest."

It seems that killing all the people inside is not something worth caring about.

The ronin at the door watched as the monk from Mishan Temple came closer and took a stance with a big gun.

The man's muscles and bones tightened inch by inch, the end of the gun was on his side, and the tip of the gun pointed downwards at an angle to the ground. The steps are forward and backward, as if charging.

After he assumed this posture, he never paid attention to the gun head protruding from the wooden door, as if it was not an iron tool that could pierce human flesh, flesh and bones, but just a children's wooden toy.

He kicked the ground with his back foot, causing a splash of mud. In the horrified and desperate eyes of the ronin behind the wooden door, the head of the Jumonji spear of the Mishan-in monk created a spiral airflow without rotating at all!

The density of the airflow is so high that you can even see the white streamlines directly with the naked eye!

This is the [Power] application of [Mishanin Style Spear Technique].

Even judging by the senses, this gun can penetrate not only a thin wooden door, but also a half-meter-thick earth wall!

The wooden door and the two ronin behind it were no different from ragdolls in front of this shot.

"Xiamishanyuan Yuanzhen, the monk accepts your bequests with joy! Haha!"

The bandits behind Mishanin Enma also showed expectant expressions under this shot. After all, they will be able to rush in and buy for zero dollars soon.

But just when the spear-wielding monk soldier relied on the strength of his spear skills to leap into the air and rush towards the target.

Outside the bandits' siege, they suddenly remembered a muffled sound.

The air was torn apart, and a special warhead flew at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, accurately capturing Mishanin Enma's movement trajectory.

Jumping in mid-air, the big spear entangled in the air flow was like the monk soldiers of the Ming King who came to the world.

A small stream of blood burst out from his left waist first.

The eyes that were originally full of confidence and murderous intent under the turban suddenly widened at this moment.

It was not a normal opening of the eyes, but the eyelids were opened to the limit under the severe pain!

The internal organs were crushed into minced meat, and the special projectile rolled in his abdominal cavity. When it finally burst out from the right waist, it directly opened a hole as big as a bowl of ocean in his body!

"Ugh!"

The white turban was stained red by the blood that was suddenly spit out.

The core strength group of the waist and abdomen was damaged, and the spear skills were completely scattered in an instant.

The spear head carrying huge kinetic energy changed from a straight thrust to an irregular sweep.

And in the darkness, a tall and strong figure rushed out at the right time.

He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways, his broad body and armor directly knocking the four or five bandits surrounding the courtyard into the range of the dancing gun heads.

Although the spear skills were broken, the iron blade that had accumulated enough energy still directly cut off the bodies of these bandits.

Behind Lan En, Kotaro led an obviously much larger team and rushed towards the group of bandits in a swarm.

"Kill! They are too scattered! Don't be afraid!"

As for Lan En himself, he still felt uneasy and rushed directly towards Mishanin Enma who had taken action with the spear.

The bandits blocking his way couldn't even stop him for a moment, and he was immediately knocked away.

The seriously injured monk soldier didn't even have time to collapse, and a big hand directly grasped his face.

Then, while flipping his hands, the big hand pressed the back of his head and made hard contact with the ground.

"Bang!"

Brains, blood, and mud mixed together and turned into a strangely colored puddle.

Lan En stood up slowly, shook his silver-white hair that was wetted by the rain, and looked calmly at the 'piece of meat' still twitching nervously on the ground.

This man's 'Air Gun Blade' is amazing.

It's a pity that this spear skill's change of tactics in battle is not very strong.

The witcher shook his head and walked towards the longhouse courtyard where the battle had been decided.

In summary, this is an imperfect gun skill.

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