I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 75: Dance under the moon

Latest website: Yi Mingmin was very nervous at this time, and the radio was in chaos, all the screams of comrades-in-arms ignited by incendiary bombs.

Yi Mingmin has undergone severe training and is a one-in-a-million elite. He has also had several actual combat experience, but this is the first time he has seen this scene.

Compared with this time, the previous "actual combat" was nothing but pediatrics.

The enemy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and had no idea what the enemy's body was. If it was the Japanese police's mobile team that came in, Imingmin would not be as clueless as he is now.

Now he sees everything like a hiding enemy, and the darkness around him seems to hide thousands of troops.

A voice in Yi Mingmin shouted: "Shoot it, whatever it is, if you see something suspicious, shoot it!"

Just then, the radio starts playing music.

Yi Mingmin looked up at the nearest loudspeaker in confusion—why is it playing music? What is Captain Li thinking?

**

A few minutes ago.

Kyoto University's third-year student of Applied Physics Department of Applied Physics Akira Takamiyama, along with two students from the same university's radio department, and a third-year student from the Osaka University's Department of Physics, who came to support, cut off the control of the broadcasting system , and then pulled the line to a temporary broadcasting station modified with a landline telephone, a tape recorder, and equipment requisitioned from the Light Sound Department.

"The circuit is finished." The Osaka University classmate who was in charge of the circuit said while giving a thumbs up to Akira Takami.

Takayama Akira picks up the receiver, which has been changed to a microphone: "I am Mr. Muska, we are fighting to save everyone, those who are capable, please join us..."

"Wait a minute, what the **** is Mr. Muska?" The one from Osaka University interrupted Akira Takami.

"My pseudonym," said Akira Takayama.

"What the hell, and I haven't heard of this announcement, isn't it about playing music to disturb the enemy?"

"My declaration is also a part of disturbing the enemy."

"Come on, let's play the music, it's a pot of porridge, who will listen to your declaration."

"Indeed, but half of my declaration, you have to let me finish, right? Otherwise, everyone will feel that we are not reliable..."

"Don't worry," the Osaka University student showed a smug smile, "I just cut the radio for you when you took the receiver to speak. There may have been a few slow-cut areas that heard your first two or three words. Words, it doesn't matter.

"Listen, don't do superfluous things, follow Kiryu-sama's plan and execute it well!"

Students at Osaka University directly gave He Ma a cool honorific title. However, none of the people present felt that there was anything wrong with this honorific title.

Taka Jianshan pouted, put down the receiver reluctantly, pressed the button, and started playing music - he was inspired by the previous song "Horace on the Bridge" by Kiryu and Horseback, and chose a song Very Roman music.

"You Will Return Like Lightning" was written by the Greeks in memory of Constantine XI, and Horaceus was also a hero of Rome, and a hero of the Roman Republic.

Speaking of Rome, of course a republic, a non-republic Rome is just a parody of Rome's former glory.

**

Distracted by the sudden music playing, Yi Mingmin realizes that he is now very vulnerable and could be caught.

The moment he realized this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Veterans said that distraction on the battlefield would cost him his life.

Yi Mingmin hurriedly took back his attention and cheered up—

Then he saw the darkness ahead of him rushing towards him.

He froze for a moment before realizing that it was someone who was killed in the dark.

The man was holding a bright Japanese sword, which made Yi Mingmin feel confused. If the other party had a gun, he might have reacted.

Why do you still have a Japanese sword in this era? At this critical moment, Yi Mingmin only had this thought in his mind.

But his body, which had undergone a lot of training, still responded correctly, turning the muzzle and pulling the trigger.

The gun didn't go off.

Mainly because Yimingmin has lost the finger that can hold the trigger.

Normally speaking, after cutting off Yi Mingmin's finger, the knife would get stuck on the gun, but the man who started the knife was extremely skilled and mastered the distance very well. The blade just cut off Yi Mingmin's finger. When the tip of the knife slid through the plastic casing of the M16, only a shallow scratch was left.

Yi Mingmin didn't realize that he couldn't pull the trigger anymore. At this time, his brain finally realized that it was time to shoot and issued the command to pull the trigger.

The knife light flashed again, this time it was Yi Mingmin's wrist that was disconnected.

Looking at the blood spurting out of the hand artery from the cross section, Yi Mingmin's brain finally caught up with the rhythm of his body, so he began to scream.

At this time, Yi Mingmin's partner who was alerting the other direction did not know that something happened on Yi Mingmin's side. He turned around and shot directly, but this actually hurt him because another attacker was waiting for him to turn around. Woolen cloth.

The other attacker's swordsmanship is obviously not as sophisticated as the first, but the swordsmanship of the open and close is so powerful that the light of the sword flashes through an arm and disappears.

The M16, which lost its restraint, lifted its muzzle under the push of recoil and fired upwards.

At this time, Yi Mingmin was stabbed in the chest. The blade of the knife pierced into his pectoralis major muscle, pierced through the space between the two ribs, and pierced through his lungs.

Blood rushed up his windpipe, and the salty smell of death filled his mouth.

Yi Mingmin realized that he was about to die, and with all his strength, he shouted out the clearest thought that crossed his mind at this moment: "Mom..."

**

Kiryu and Ma pulled out Tiger Toru and shouted to the fallen enemy: "You support yourself first, I will find someone to treat you right away."

Jian Ma Jian was shocked: "Is this person dead? Are you still looking for someone to treat him?"

"No, I missed the point."

"Your sister, you cut off a man's hand, and the bloodletting will kill you."

"No, he's not dead yet. Just now he was calling for his mother. I could hear it clearly." Hema said as he rushed to the next group of enemies.

Due to broadcasts and various reasons, another group of enemies was unaware that their comrades had been removed.

If they found a problem now and turned their guns to fire here, at this distance, Kazuma and Kenichi would only be able to temporarily avoid the edge.

The two of them now bow their bodies and run towards the enemy with a knife in one hand.

And don't know why, both of them subconsciously imitated the running posture of the swordsmen in the sword and halberd film when they even killed the array.

This pose isn't necessarily faster to run, but it's really cool.

The enemy still noticed Kazuma with the last few steps left.

He Ma heard the enemy shout something in Korean.

He saw the enemy turn the muzzle of his gun and decisively decided to give up the assault to avoid its edge-

At this time, however, a man suddenly stood up on the roof of the booth on the left side of the enemy. This man held the Coke bottle in his hand and shouted: "Eat my Molotov cocktail!"

Without a word, the two Koreans turned their guns and swept the roof.

However, the man had shrunk into hiding behind the only iron part of the roof after shouting, and the bullets ripped through the cardboard and plastic roof, tinkling a series of sparks on the iron plate.

The next moment, Kazuma, who gave up the dodge option and rushed forward, rushed to the range where the knife could attack.

He swung the knife with one hand, slashing from bottom to top, and the tip of the knife just swept across the wrist of the enemy armor.

——Damn, this Hu Che is a little shorter than the authentic one, the distance is really hard to grasp!

Jianhao sometimes likes to use one knife all the time, not just that one, but that he is used to the length and weight of that one.

Many swordsmen in history used their favorite swords to turn back into mortals, just like opening a swastika.

He Ma used an unfamiliar knife, and as a result, he often chopped up and stopped. This time the enemy only injured his left hand. Only one more shot.

The enemy's gun finally fell to the ground, and he made a sound that could not be distinguished from a scream or a battle cry, and rammed towards Hema, as if he would use his teeth to pull a city back from Hema's hand.

And the horse kicked the enemy to the ground.

"Next!" He Ma turned his head and shouted at Jian Ma, "It's enough to abolish the combat power, hurry up! We have to cut down the eight people who are assigned to us before the enemy can react!"

Approaching Ma Jian with a nod, the two rushed to the next "post" again.

When passing by the booth where the person who had just attracted attention, He Ma raised his head and asked, "Are you all right?"

The man on the roof reaches out a hand and shakes the Coke bottle in his hand.

He Ma thought he just threw the Coke bottle out as a Molotov cocktail, but he didn't expect that people would be reluctant to let the Coke left in the bottle.

This guy is interesting.

It's all over when I look back, maybe I can get to know you.

**

The hostage Zhong Ma Bozhi was detained in the office together with several colleagues from the convention center. There were also many unidentified faces that Zhong Ma Bozhi did not recognize in the same office.

He reckons that all the unlucky ones who didn't have time to run in the pavilion today are here.

An hour and a half ago, a few girls in the uniforms of the convenience store in the convention center came over and brought a wave of bread and water to Bozhi Zhongma and others.

Originally, Zhongma Bozhi also expected that there would be a note hidden in the bread and water, with a message calling for a series of resistance or something - but he looked through the bread and water, and he didn't see any such thing.

Sure enough, that kind of movie plot can't happen in reality.

As soon as Zhongma Bozhi thought so, the riot began.

At the beginning of the explosion, Bozhi Zhongma thought it was the kidnappers who were threatening the government.

The situation became chaotic immediately, with explosions, screams, and gunfire outside the office, causing a retiring senior in the next department to lament that he seemed to be back on the Guadalcanal front again.

Nakama Bozhi wanted to ask what was going on, so he knocked on the office door.

The bandit guarding outside the office said impatiently: "West, what's the matter with you? Can't you just stay quiet?"

"Well, we want to ask what happened, it sounds confusing." Zhongma Bozhi tried his best to maintain politeness and decency.

However, what he was waiting for was not a reply from the outside, but the sound of gunfire.

With the sound of "West," the gun rang, and one of Zhongma Bo instantly thought that he was killed by the gangster through the door, and then realized that he didn't seem to be the target of the gangster.

Seven or eight bullets were swept out of the M16 outside the corridor, and the sound of gunfire was replaced by screams.

This is followed by the sound of a blunt strike.

After two very heavy "puchi"s, the hallway was quiet.

"Are there staff from the convention center?"

A very young voice came from outside.

Zhongma Bo was ecstatic. He didn't know what was going on. It looked like someone knocked down the guard at the door.

He was about to respond to the outside when the broadcast started for no reason.

"I am..."

A voice that Zhongma Bozhi had never heard came from the loudspeaker of the broadcast.

After saying "I am", the broadcast came to an abrupt end.

Zhongma Bozhi wondered: "What the **** are you doing? What's the situation now?"

The next moment, the radio "replayed" again, but this time no one spoke, and the music was played directly.

Zhongma Bozhi has never heard this song, but some of his colleagues heard it: "This is your return like lightning? Why are you playing this song?"

"Maybe it sounds imposing?" another guessed.

As soon as Zhongma Bozhi wanted to participate in the discussion of his colleagues, the people outside the door repeated the question again.

Then another voice encouraged the questioner: "Maybe the enemy noticed that we were using the convenience store workers to spy on the military, and temporarily changed the place of detention. Shall we withdraw?"

Zhongma Bozhi finally remembered the important things now.

"Someone's inside! Someone's inside!" Zhongma Bozhi shouted again and again, "Don't withdraw, get us out!"

Several voices were shouting at the same time outside: "Someone is there! Hurry up and dig them out!"

The man who had just asked Zhongma Bozhi said, "Please step back, we have to open this door, for fear of accidentally hurting a few people."

Zhongma Bozhi's colleagues ran back after hearing this, shouting: "They are going to blow up the door, hurry back!"

Between Zhongma Bozhi's son and daughter began to run, a fire axe pierced the door of the office and cut a hole out of the door.

To be honest, this scene is a bit intimidating, and Zhongma Bozhi doesn't know why he feels this way.

A few seconds later, the seemingly impregnable door of the office was half smashed, leaving only the locks of the robbers, hanging on the door intact.

Soon the door to the office was left with the lock intact.

People dressed as college students stepped into the room with the melody of "I will return like lightning": "Several, we are evacuating the crowd through the safe passage, please come with me. The convenient but girls say you have injured people here. , who?"

Nu Nuzui, a hospital bed composed of a pair of tables placed together by Ma Bozhi: "That's what the table is."

The college student winked back, so two college students came in with a folding stretcher - a place like the Convention and Exhibition Center, which deals with tourists from heat stroke from time to time, and first-aid equipment such as folding stretchers, everything that should be prepared. .

The college students swiftly carried the wounded away.

Zhongma Bozhi followed the wounded's stretcher directly out of the large office where he was held for more than four hours, and was almost smoked back by the smell of burnt meat as soon as he went out.

He took a closer look and saw something that looked like a human being on the ground burning. The intense nausea made him almost vomit on the spot.

At this time, the college student who rescued the people held the M16 and asked loudly, "This is a captured weapon. Is there a former self-defense officer here?"

Zhongma Bozhi raised his hand: "I am."

The college student threw the gun at Hiroshi Nakama: "Then you use it. Kiryu-sama said that those of us who are untrained, using guns indiscriminately will not only fail to hit others, but also put our own people in danger."

Nakama Bozhi nodded: "This Kiryu-sama is right."

While speaking, he took the M16 handed over by the college student and checked it proficiently.

At this time, he heard his colleague mutter: "Kiryu... Could it be Kiryu Kazuma?"

"Who is it?"

"It's the one in the newspaper, the one that was super popular some time ago."

"Oh, I remember, the one who said it was the descendant of modern ninjutsu?"

Suddenly, the college student who had been shouting "Kiryu-sama" just now roared, interrupting the chat among Nakama Hiroyuki's friends: "Is this the time to chat? The enemy is powerful, and Kiryu-sama is doing his best to attract the enemy's Pay attention and create an opportunity for you to escape! Don't be ignorant of how to lift up! Move fast, get out as soon as possible!"

**

At the same time, Kiryu and Ma cut down the last enemy assigned to him, completing their "share".

While wiping his knife, he turned his head to look at Kenichi Kinichi, but suddenly found that Kenichi Kinichi's expression was a bit complicated.

He Ma thought about it and thought it could only be the reason, so he said: "The first time you kill someone, you will feel uncomfortable. Even if you know that this is self-defense, and you know **** a villain, you can't avoid this. ."

Jian Ma turned around and looked at Kazuma: "Is this your personal experience?"

"No," He Ma shook his head, "You may not believe it, I haven't killed anyone until now. Although all of the enemies I've had so far are dead, I killed none of them."

Approaching Ma Jian, he glanced at the fainted enemy at his feet and at his feet.

This enemy is obviously on the verge of hemorrhagic shock, and Hema has not taken any rescue measures. Considering that the current situation will definitely lead to him not being sent to the hospital in time, this enemy is only afraid of bad luck.

"Senior, you don't want to say that as long as it doesn't kill you directly, it doesn't count as your killing, right?" asked Kinma Kenichi.

He Ma shook his head: "No. I'll tell you the truth..."

Before Kazuma could speak, a large figure fell from the sky, and when it hit the ground, Kazuma felt like the mountains were shaking.

At this time, Hema's eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and he recognized at a glance that this guy who fell from the sky was Li Zhenghe.

As soon as Li Zhenghe landed, he began to applaud: "It's amazing, it's amazing! In such a short period of time, you have organized such a riot~IndoMTL.com~ Your efficiency is much better than that of the CIA."

"It's thanks to your existence that constantly reminds me that even if it's slow for a second, innocent people may die." He Ma said coldly, while returning the polished knife to its sheath—— He has become more and more accustomed to pursuing a sense of ritual, and returning the knife to the sheath at this time is an integral part of the sense of ritual.

He and Ma carried Hu Che, who had been sheathed, and stared at Li Zhenghe and said coldly:

"We haven't decided the outcome of this afternoon's game yet."

While talking to the horse, he slowly pulled out the knife that had just been sheathed.

For every inch you pull out, the crescent-like arc grows an inch longer.

"Just hit it right now, come on, you and I are the only ones who can get out of this pavilion alive."

Li Zhenghe laughed, then took out two Rebeta pistols from the holster of his waistband.

He said: "Just what I want!"