C703 Death of the White Tiger youth

Teng Sanlang and Tiger's noses and mouth began to spurt blood. That was the symptom of having their internal organs pierced. Although it was just a few bamboo poles, their sharpness was no less than the real swords and spears used on the battlefield.

"Why …" You... "Why …" Tiger's Help looked incredulously at the fierce-looking farmers. He just couldn't understand why they would attack him.

But a thought suddenly flashed through Sakamoto Ryoma's mind. He remembered a tragic incident that happened in the Beijing Belt more than two hundred years ago.

The first lord he served was the beautiful and powerful Jadeite Daoyan San. He then followed Bu Liyu and joined Zhi Tianxinchang, which was the future sixth Heavenly Demon King.

Under Zhi Tianxinchang's command, the wise Guang Guangxiu had contributed greatly to the battle, and was eventually sealed in the River Country. However, this famous general had betrayed Zhi Tianxinchang for various reasons, causing a rebellion in Ben Nen Temple, and Zhi Tianxinchang had betrayed himself and committed suicide.

But after only ten days, Yu Chai Xiuji, who was fighting with the Maori's house, had rushed back to Beijing Belt from the front line six days later. He was known as' China's Great Bend ', but of course, this was not referring to the Ming Dynasty, but to the Maori's house's territory, China.

After that came the famous battle in Yamazaki. Wise Guang Xiu was defeated by Yu Chai Xiuji, and the defeated soldiers protected him as he fled to the mountains near the Chi Ban City. He was then killed by the mountain people, and his head was given to Yu Chai Xiuji, who would be the future Master Guan Bai.

Sakamoto Ryoma had already lost all of his strength because of the excessive amount of blood flowing from him. He lay on the ground and cried like the rain, he knew what these farmers wanted, they wanted the heads of these two warriors so that they could sell it to them.

That's right, the Evil of Humanity could be seen from this. No one knew how much the head of the wise Guang Xiu in history had sold for. No one knew whether or not he had bestowed a warrior's identity.

But one thing was certain, a warrior's head could be sold for money, and if the opportunity presented itself, it could even turn an ordinary farmer into a noble warrior.

In Japan, do not think that only soldiers can slaughter the people. When the soldiers and warriors who lost the war scattered in all directions, they were like fat sheep in the eyes of these farmers.

Sakamoto Ryoma knew that the heads of the two warriors outside would eventually become the spoils of war for the villagers. Then, they would carefully inspect the value of the heads, and find out who the victor was.

If the victor was in a good mood, he might even be granted the status of a warrior. The solidification of the class in Japan had already occurred over 200 years ago, and it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to raise their social status.

War was the best opportunity to change their fates. Even if these mountaineers were ignorant, they were actually the most shrewd ones. They were merely a little cruel and cold-blooded.

Tiger's Helper used the last bit of its strength to cut the bamboo spear, then fell into a pool of blood. He was like a dying tiger, roaring with the last bit of his strength.

"Why? Our Mu Clan has protected Japan for two hundred years, why would you want to kill me?! " The unwillingness and indignation within the roar soared into the heavens. The farmers were so frightened that they retreated one by one, their faces full of fear.

However, they did not understand what Tiger was saying. No one taught them morality, and they did not want to learn it. Of course, as poor people who could not even eat a full meal every year and only had a tattered crotch, morality was nothing more than bullsh * t.

Tiger's Helper waved the Katana desperately, cutting apart Teng Sanlang's bamboo spear. When Teng Sanlang fell into a pool of blood, Tiger's Helper discovered that he was no longer breathing.

"AHH!" Tiger's Helper howled into the sky as tears welled in his eyes. He held onto Teng Sanlang's corpse and trembled. The anger had already engulfed him.

"Why? Why... We risked our lives for Japan, but why didn't we die on the battlefield, while I died in the hands of these lowly commoners … "Why?!"

At that moment, the heaven and earth mourned! The sound of wind rose in the forest!

Sakamoto Ryoma s tears fell like rain. He shouted, "This is the reason why I want to reform Japan. We can't continue to live in such a muddled manner … Such an ignorant race, how can they have a future? "

"Child! Trust me! We just choose a different path, but we all have the same goal, we all want Japan to be better! "Please believe me …"

Someone said that before a person died, their mind would be extremely clear and that was how a tiger's help would be. Before he had drained the last drop of blood, he had comprehended and heard the sincerity in Mr. Ryoma's voice.

"Lord Dragon Horse! I was wrong, I should have trusted you... Our Japanese... Too violent... This is going to ruin our future... "

With that said, Tiger's Helper threw the Katana in his hand into the shrine, while he pulled out the costal deviation at his waist. "Good brother!" I will help you sever your last breath, and even if you die, I won't let you die in the hands of a lowly commoner! "

With that, he raised his sword and cut off Teng Sanlang's neck. Then, without any hesitation, the costal deviation pierced through his stomach.

Sharp costal deviation slashed his stomach from top to bottom, and then, enduring the pain, he slashed horizontally again. A perfect cross appeared on his stomach, revealing his internal organs.

Hu Chi swept his eyes across the terrified villagers like an evil spirit, and asked Sakamoto Ryoma softly, "You …" Is it beautiful? "

Sakamoto Ryoma knew what he was asking. The Tiger s Helper was asking if the cut was beautiful, and the perfect cross wound was a basic requirement for a warrior to cut into the stomach.

"Ha …" It was truly perfect … It's a pity I can't intercede for you! "Sob, sob, sob …" Mr. Ryoma kneeled on the ground and cried out.

"No …." There was no way he was mistaken? Sigh … "What a pity …" With his last bit of strength, Tiger's Helper lifted the costal deviation that was bleeding profusely and placed it on his neck.

"Only... Only myself... "I was wrong about myself …" Slowly, the costal deviation's voice broke the artery bit by bit, and the blood arrow shot out with a 'sou' sound. With the help of the tiger, he had completed a perfect cut to his abdomen.

That year, they were only 18 years old and Teng Sanlang was only 17 years old. They used their lives to explain their pursuit of the Dao, which was the path of warriors.

At that moment, it was as if the entire world was moved by this scene. The sun that had just emerged was blood-red, and the mountain winds howled through the mountains, creating crashing sounds everywhere like the wailing of ghosts.

Sakamoto Ryoma was crying, the villagers were kneeling in front of the corpses and kowtowing with all their might, they also knew that the two youths in front of them were true warriors, and warriors should be respected.

However, what happened afterwards made Sakamoto Ryoma completely furious. He never would have thought that the Mountain citizen would actually take out his little knife and rush to the side of the corpse, and start slicing the flesh.

"Eight!" "You bunch of animals …" Sakamoto Ryoma wanted to rush out like crazy, but his legs went soft, and then fell to the ground. At this moment, his lips were pale white, showing just how serious his loss of blood was.

"Wuwuwu …" How can you be like this... You are all animals! " Sakamoto Ryoma could only watch as Tiger's Helper and Teng Sanlang's body was eaten by the villagers. Some of them even cut off large chunks of the meat in an attempt to share it at home.

In the violent mountain breeze, Luo Huo and the knife drawing team warriors were the first to rush to the Divine Clubhouse. When they saw everything in front of them, Luo Huo was the first to rush to the edge of the bamboo forest and vomit.

The Knife Puller did not feel good either, the entire group was filled with the sound of retching. When the mountain people saw that so many soldiers had turned around to flee in fright, they immediately wanted to flee, but the Mr. Ryoma in the shrine let out a loud roar.

"Luo Huo! If you want to let one of them go, I will break off all relations with you! "

knife drawing team and the other Marine soldiers rushed over, and started punching and kicking the mountain villagers until they no longer looked human.

Yepingtai walked in front of General Luo Huo and respectfully handed a canteen over. "General, please drink some water! There is such a custom in many parts of Japan. They think that if they eat the meat of a warrior, they themselves will become a warrior … "

"It's not common for these kinds of things to happen in the Warring States Period now, but it's very common for the. The warriors' flesh and blood will become the mountain people's food, and their heads will be sacrificed.

"F * ck!" Faith? " Luo Huo pointed at the corpse that he could not even see, his hands had twisted and changed forms, in the end he could not say a word, he turned his head and vomited again.

"To save Lord Dragon Horse … Go and find a white cloth to bandage these two bodies... These damned peasants, tie them up for me... F * ck me, is this faith? What kind of bullshit belief is this!? "

Luo Huo did not know that this was really a very ancient belief in Japan. In the true history of the Profound Sky Continent, in the history of not having Xiao Letian, these young warriors did not engage in a bloody battle in the Osaka City, but rather, had their battlefield here in Huanzong City.

In the Wanchen War, these children fought until they lost all hope. When the momentum was gone, the remaining twenty White Tiger youth s killed themselves in unison at the peak of the flourishing mountains. Only one of them survived.

There is a superstitious belief among local farmers that eating the flesh of the brave can help protect their children's health and well-being. So they ate the flesh and blood of the White Tiger youth and worshipped them with their heads in utensils.

Xiao Letian rode his horse and quickly arrived at the Divine Clubhouse. After he understood everything, he uncomfortably closed his eyes and muttered non-stop.

"History really does have its own inertia. Although I have come, I am unable to change anything. What should happen in history will still happen …" "Damn it, even eating human flesh has happened …"

Xiao Letian turned his head to look at Matsudaira Katamori, then sighed and said, "Burying these two youths, these carnivorous beasts, give me a live sacrifice in front of the young man's grave …"

"It's not over even if they die. We need to find a stonemason to carve their kneeling figures and atone for their sins in front of these two young men's tombs forever. Moreover, we need to carve this matter into a stone tablet to record this extremely ignorant event forever!"

"Alright, gather the other White Tiger youth s and investigate immediately. I want to know the whole story! "Immediately go and do it …"

Matsudaira Katamori hurriedly nodded as he received the order, "Ha Yi! "This one will do it right away …"