Showa Tamahin originally planned to lead his guards and charge all the way to Li Chang'an.

Get ready for a real man's battle with this regent of the Ming Dynasty.

As a result of the language barrier, they were surrounded by Chan Ho-nam's group.

He was accompanied only by a few master-level guards; the others had long been arranged by Xu Fu to be stationed on Mount Fuji.

Chan Ho-nam, along with Chicken, held off Showa Tamin's bodyguards.

The other soldiers, relying on their superior equipment, charged forward and fought against the other guards.

Behind them, a tank was constantly aiming.

Sun Desheng, inside the tank, was so angry he kept cursing.

"A bunch of bastards, at least let me fire a burst of bullets."

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Sun Desheng had no way to aim and could only sit inside the tank and watch the battle.

He would occasionally give a few instructions.

"Kick him in the balls, poke his throat, there's no armor protecting him there."

"Don't you dare hit his armor, go cut off his head!"

"Behind you, behind you, there are Japanese pirates cutting you from behind! Turn around, you idiot!"

"You are truly beasts."

Seeing the Ming soldiers blindly hacking and slashing while wearing armor, Sun Desheng was furious.

Even more furious than Sun Desheng were Showa Tamahin's bodyguards.

Their strength is far superior to that of the Ming soldiers.

Basically, every guard is a skilled fighter with some ability.

However, they felt somewhat overwhelmed by this group of Ming soldiers.

I slashed at him with my knife, and he didn't react at all, not even turning his head.

Compared to these armored soldiers, their samurai swords were less useful than a stick.

Their mandarin duck swords, however, could easily cut through their armor and leave a wound no matter where they struck.

With the aid of their equipment, a hundred or so ordinary soldiers managed to overwhelm the group of Sky Locust Guards.

With Yang Liulang's arrival, other Ming soldiers also poured in from all directions.

Looking at these Ming soldiers, the Japanese pirates slowly began to despair.

They were isolated and helpless, while the enemy's troops were coming in endlessly, and each one of them was equally well-equipped.

As the number of Ming soldiers increased, the situation on the battlefield became clearer.

Meanwhile, Showa Tamahin gradually developed feelings of fear.

At first, he was thinking of fighting to the death, but now he wants to run away.

He seized an opportunity and planned to slip away from the side.

Kicking aside Xu Kun, who was blocking his way, Showa Tamahino slipped into a small courtyard, preparing to abandon his guards and escape alone.

Xu Kun and several comrades were besieging a guard when he was suddenly kicked away, instantly igniting a fire of rage within him.

“Salinmu, you have no sportsmanship, you ambushed me, a new recruit who has been in the army for two and a half years.”

Xu Kun, shield in hand and mandarin duck swords in hand, charged into the courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, Chen Shaoan was pulling the long knife out of a guard's head.

He picked up the human head from the ground, tied it around his waist, and prepared to go outside to support his comrades.

When he turned around, he saw a 1.4-meter-tall Japanese pirate wielding a samurai sword, lunging at him.

Chen Shaoan dodged to the side, and the samurai sword stabbed through his arm.

The fish-scale armor was no longer as indestructible as before in front of the Heavenly Locust Blade, but was easily pierced.

A sharp pain shot through his brain, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

Showa Tamahin, wielding a samurai sword, pierced through Chen Shaoan's fish-scale armor and pinned him to the wall.

Fresh blood gushed out and flowed down the fish scales.

Xu Kun, who came in later, happened to see this scene. He was neither afraid nor did he back down.

The moment he heard Chen Shaoan's scream, his eyes reddened, and a surge of anger rushed to his brain.

"You bastard, I'll fuck your mother!"

"It's one thing to ambush me, but you also dare to bully my comrades."

"You fucking don't even treat your Uncle Xu like a human being?"

When Showa Tamahin saw someone behind him, he tried to draw his sword to fight back, but when he did, he found that Chen Shaoan was holding the samurai sword with both hands, preventing him from drawing it.

Xu Kun seized the opportunity to rush forward, brandishing his pair of mandarin duck knives, wanting to avenge the kick he had just received.

Hearing the wind behind him, Showa Tamahin abandoned his katana, rolled on the ground, and dodged Xu Kun's slash.

He drew a small knife from his waist and started fighting with Xu Kun.

This small knife was used for seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment), and every samurai carried one.

Showa Tamahiro, being a locust, was no exception.

However, this small knife was not as sharp as the Heavenly Locust's sword, and it was helpless against Xu Kun, who was covered in fish scale armor.

As a member of the Heavenly Locust Clan, Showa Tamahin's skills would not be lacking.

Although he hadn't reached the level of a top-tier expert, he was still able to handle an ordinary soldier like Xu Kun.

After a few exchanges, he seized an opportunity and knocked Xu Kun to the ground.

Just as I was about to run away, I found that my foot had been grabbed.

Showa Tamahin kicked Xu Kun repeatedly, but Xu Kun didn't let go; instead, Showa Tamahin gripped him even tighter.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shaoan was filled with grief and indignation.

He could only watch helplessly as his comrades were bullied.

This feeling made him unable to help but roar.

Fish scale armor can block the slashes of swords and blades, but it cannot stop the impact of blunt weapons.

Xu Kun felt as if he were being constantly pounded by a small hammer.

Just as he was feeling exhausted, he heard Chen Shaoan's roar.

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