Chapter 671: war

Only then thought that Putian Mayumi had already rushed over, and she bowed deeply to pay tribute: "Thank you very much for this riot of the dead!"
"Without your help, I'm afraid our village has no reason to survive. If you don't mind, please take a rest in our village."
"Yes!" Pei Ziyun thought about it. Putian Mayumi was very happy. She led Pei Ziyun to the village and watched him arrive. The villagers suddenly separated, looking complex, grateful, awed, and even envious.
"..." Gratitude is normal, awe is normal, envy and jealousy are also normal, and people always have envy and jealousy of those who are better than themselves without real control.
Pei Ziyun walked on Tianyu in a hurry, and saw a small shrine. It looked very simple. There was no torii, no one, and only a few trees were considered holy forests.
简单 A simple hand water house was placed, looking particularly quiet. The air was condensed with a touch of freshness, and arrived in this world. There was filth and death everywhere, and it was only here that there was no such breath.
"This is a simple shrine in our village. If you don't mind, rest here tonight!" Mayumi Putian led into a room and said respectfully.
The moment Pei Ziyun approached the shrine, his eyes narrowed, and he felt that the shrine did have a subtle divine power.
"Yes!" It's not that much picky.
Then, Putian Mayumi retreated, and after a while, brought in food: "Please!"
Pei Ziyun looked at it, a rice ball, a few pickled radish, stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your hospitality."
He is an expert and sensible person. The yield per acre of grain in Japan is very low. Rice processed into polished rice consumes a lot and precious rice is precious. It is called "silver grain rice" and "silver relic." Some farmers have never really eaten rice in their lives. .
Even though Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who once captured the world, Royal Diet is nothing more than a bowl of rice, seaweed, miso soup, and sashimi.
Now entertaining, maybe the shrine has exhausted everything.
Putian Mayumi saw that Pei Ziyun was satisfied, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "You use it slowly."
Xu said to retreat and said to the villagers: "Now the samurai has rested, don't bother!"
包裹 Wen Shu, whose wounded arm was wrapped in gauze, was still unbelievable, and asked, "Master Putian, is this God sent to save us?"
Just now, he was also fighting outside, and there were too many viable scatters. Just when he felt that he couldn't hold on, Pei Ziyun killed the attacking corpse with a stab and cleared the siege.
Yufei Tuyou also wiped the blood on his body and asked, "This is the real warrior? Is there such a person in the world? I thought that Ma Shangda was the most powerful person!"
Yufei Tuyou fortunately opened his eyes. At this moment, Sanjirou suddenly touched with his arm.
Sumida Mayumi heard the name Asakusa, and she was so happy that she fainted immediately.
Only after he realized that he had said something wrong, he quickly remedied: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention Ma Shangda!"
"No, I shouldn't mention this person!"
Xunfei Tuyou was fortunate to cover his mouth with scars and apologize.
Ramie Shangda was also the most combative person in the village, and once solved a dozen walking dead alone. , Or Putian Mayumi's fiance, but later ...
Putian Mayumi forced her heart to end her grief, restored her smile, and said softly, "No matter what, anyway, today is a happy day."
相信 "I believe this time, your family is waiting for you!"
"Everyone go back first!"
Putian Mayumi said in a mild voice.
"That's right, thanks to the samurai, otherwise, Xiang Miao and Mei Xia will not see me anymore!" Fei Youyou fortunately showed a fear and said with some fear.
Lijiang Lijiang also held his husband's hand and nodded in agreement: "It is true."
After a while, the crowd dispersed and returned home.
Qingmu Mulong held a crutch and limped towards his house.
In this battle, Zamu Qinglong was injured by a walking dead thigh, but it was not serious. It is estimated that half a month's cultivation would be fine.
Of course, without Pei Ziyun, this life would be lost there today.
It's just a pity that the people such as Oyori Kazuhiko, Nagajiro, and Hirataro can't wait for adults to rescue them.
I thought of this, and Yuri Kazuhiko, Eijiro, and Hirataro appeared unwillingly in the head of Sakigi Takahashi before his death. He couldn't help fighting and speeding up to his home.
When he waited for Zhamu Qinglong to return home, he saw his father, Zhamu Liming waiting at the door. He was thin and withered, wrinkled, scratched his face with a blind eye.
"Mr. Father!" When Sawaki Qinglong saw it, he immediately got up and reported the situation with excitement, but unlike his reaction, Zhalu Liming's somber face did not speak.
He asked for a long time, "How many descendants are there in the village?"
"Oyori and Yan died, but there is also a son, and the soil friend is lucky."
"Son, do you think we can still send more samurai to the city master?" Zamu Liming asked. Famous ones are descendants of samurai, and those without names are ordinary villagers: "Or, can this warrior stay in our village? "
Zamu Qinglong's smile suddenly stiffened.
He knows that the city owner is unlikely to continue sending samurai. If he loses again, the village will disappear like many villages.
There is no samurai village and it is impossible to resist the walking dead.
"Let this samurai stay in our village, this ..." Even if there is no longer sight, Sakigi Kyung Long knows that it is impossible for a samurai in gorgeous silk to stay here.
For a moment, the whole room was silent, and after a short joy, it was facing the reality of despair.
"Father, what should you do? You were a samurai and you still had the opportunity to learn the art of war." Qingmu Qinglong asked gently, his father was the hero of the village and he solved the crisis many times: "You must have a solution . "
"I can't help it ... no, there is one."
"Please say it."
"Li Ming, do you remember? Lord City Lord, yesterday informed that you must strictly investigate outsiders."
"What are outsiders, we didn't understand before, but today you should understand."
Zhang Muqinglong looked at him ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I couldn't believe it. Looking at his father and betraying outsiders was not difficult in this world. The "good" village that didn't do this had long since perished.
But this is the samurai who just saved his village.
"Father ..." Qingmu Qinglong said in pain.
"Qinglong, first of all, the city owner attaches great importance to this matter. If we don't pass the news to the city owner quickly, maybe the city owner will be furious and punish him."
"And when we notified the city owner, we could exempt the village from three years of taxation, and we could reap a large sum of money, and we would be able to hire a samurai to survive the crisis."
Zamuli Ming said, pointing to the daughter-in-law holding her granddaughter who had been born for six months: "Look, even the lovely lizi is starving!"
"Before, you had died of three children, and two of them died of starvation."
"Why does that person save us once and save it again?"
"As long as this person is dedicated to the city owner, our family and our village can live."
"I am old, I have passed the position on to you, we will decide the life and death of our family and the village," Zamuli said tiredly.
Zamu Qinglong looked at his father. How dare his father was brave and bright, but the corpse disasters and droughts over and over gradually overwhelmed the man.
For a long time, Qingmu Qinglong glanced at the weak baby crying in his wife's hands, looked around for another week, and took a deep breath, no longer hesitating: "I understand, I'll go and light the fire!"
Hearing this, Zamu Liming was not at all happy, only bitter.
Quickly, a black smoke blew up into the sky, and the fire illuminated half of the village.