"What kind of place is this?"
Li Mu Chuan found it rather strange. He walked forward along the road, which had not been paved with cement.
It certainly didn't look like modern society.
Li Mu Chuan frowned at the thought.
He began making his way forward cautiously. If this was ancient times, he needed to be more careful.
After walking forward for about an hour, Li Mu Chuan suddenly heard a commotion ahead.
But after listening for a moment, his brows immediately knitted together, and a faint killing intent appeared on his face.
Because he had heard Japanese voices among the noise.
As Li Mu Chuan quickly drew closer, his face instantly filled with rage.
In the village ahead, warriors clad in armor and wooden clogs were slaughtering people with their swords.
The fleeing villagers were cut down one after another, while some of the men laughed as they seized women dressed in linen clothes and tore open their garments.
Looking closely, some of them wore no armor, their hair styled in braided chonmage.
"Hayaku! Hayaku!"
Noisy shouts rang out continuously in the distance, mixed with screams and weeping.
Li Mu Chuan focused his gaze and saw several extremely short warriors emerging from the houses carrying large bundles, their faces brimming with delight.
"Fuck!"
How could Li Mu Chuan possibly endure such a sight? He immediately rushed toward the village.
"There's an enemy!"
The moment Li Mu Chuan drew near, the warriors ahead noticed him. Someone immediately dropped the valuables they had looted, raised a Samurai Sword, and shouted at him.
Li Mu Chuan had no idea what they were saying. Seeing several warriors charge at him, he raised the arm hidden within his wide sleeve and fired three shots at the warriors rushing toward him.
The results of his