"Baka--!"
Inukami Jusaburo was closest to the oil tank and was directly thrown out by the blast wave, rolling seven or eight times on the sand before coming to a stop.
Half of his eyebrow and hair were singed, his face was patchy with black and red marks, and he smelled of burnt meat.
He spat out the sand in his mouth, and as he got up from the ground, leaning on his katana, he saw Kim Seon-a, who had been raising her short sword to stab Gu Moran's throat, twist her wrist strangely in mid-air across the wall of fire.
roar!
A roar of a white tiger erupted from her body. Kim Seon-a stepped over Gu Moran, and her Peak Second Rank White Tiger Gang Qi surged three feet along her short sword.
With a single " White Tiger Plucks Out the Heart " strike, two sharp sounds rang out as it pierced the chests of the two dual-sword warriors who had charged forward!
Blood splattered all over her, staining her white silk dress red like plum blossoms.
"We've fallen for their trap! Retreat! Retreat now!"
Inukami Jusaburo was terrified and no longer cared about capturing Gu Moran alive. He turned around and tried to run towards the Xiaochuan to the south for backup.
Seeing that Kim Seon-a's back was exposed, a Wa who was still alive raised his katana with both hands and, under the cover of the black smoke, silently slashed at Kim Seon-a's back.
Just as the blade was only half a foot away from Kim Seon-a's back, Park Roejang, who had been lying in the mud convulsing, suddenly lunged out.
The man could barely stand, but with the last bit of strength in his body, he clung tightly to the Wa samurai's thigh with both arms!
"Get out of here!"
The Wa samurai failed to kick him away, and instead swung his sword back and slashed hard at Park Roejang's back.
With a snap, the shoulder blade broke, and blood mixed with black poison gushed out.
But Park Roejang didn't even utter a sound. He opened his mouth, which was full of blood and foam, and bit down hard on the warrior's ankle tendon. His teeth were embedded in the bone, and he wouldn't let go no matter how hard he tried to shake him off!
In that brief moment of delay, a streak of cyan sword light flashed past from the side of the sea of fire.
Lin Qingdai's soft sword precisely sliced across the warrior's neck, and his head rolled to the ground.
" Lord Bak!"
Kim Seon-a turned around and looked at the old minister lying in a pool of blood; her eyes turned red.
In the firelight, Gu Moran took the Sea-Calming Sword handed to him by the boatman, gripped the hilt, and suddenly drew the sword from its sheath.
Clang!
The Pure Yang True Qi at the Peak Second Rank was poured into the sword without reservation, and the entire Sea-Calming Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, with a half-foot-long crimson-gold sword light emanating from its blade.
Gu Moran forward, appearing in front of Inukami Jusaburo's head.
"You think you can just leave without paying the bill? Who taught you such manners!"
Inukami Jusaburo Juro hastily raised his katana to parry.
when!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The famous Wa sword, known for its ability to cut hair in two with a single breath, couldn't even withstand the Sea-Calming Sword, which was infused with Pure Yang True Qi, and was instantly broken in two!
Gu Moran flicked his wrist and slammed the broad spine of his sword heavily onto Inukami Jusaburo's breastplate.
Click! Click!
Two ribs broke on the spot, and a large dent appeared in the armor on his chest.
Inukami Jusaburo spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backwards for three zhang before crashing into the shallow water on the south side.
"My lord!"
The remaining four guards rushed forward with all their might, slamming the three black smoke bombs hanging from their waists onto the cobblestones.
With a loud bang, acrid toxic fumes instantly filled the air, obscuring the entire shallow beach.
Four guards scrambled into the water, dragging the broken-ribs Inukami Jusaburo onto the speedboat like a dead dog. They even broke one of the oars while rowing, and desperately paddled towards the north gate of Hanseong.
Tuoba Mang, carrying a large iron hammer, was about to rush into the water to give chase when Gu Moran raised her hand to stop him.
"Don't chase him. The bottom of the water is full of caltrops they've scattered. Let him get away."
The fire on the sandbar gradually subsided. Of the hundred elite Shadow Ninjas, only a few managed to escape and jump into the river; the rest were all burned to ashes. None of the nine samurai survived either.
Gu Moran sheathed the Sea-Calming Sword and quickly walked to the wooden table.
Kim Seon-a Park Roejang covered in blood in front of her.
The toxicity of the aconite soup, combined with the fatal knife wound to his back, had turned Park Roejang's lips a deep purple-black, and he was clearly not going to survive.
His left hand gripped the blood-stained hem of Kim Seon-a's skirt tightly, a wheezing sound like a broken bellows escaping his throat, and with each word he uttered, a mouthful of black blood gushed out.
"Your Highness... Your Majesty... Your Majesty has not disgraced Goryeo..."
The three thousand Satsuma soldiers of Ximen...
The transfer password was just changed this morning...
The old minister took it from Inukami Jusaburo Juro's desk...
I saw it...
Written at...
It's written in my palm...
After saying this, Park Roejang loosened his grip on the hem of her skirt with his left hand, tilted his head to one side, and breathed his last.
Kim Seon-a cried and trembled all over. Tuoba Mang immediately reached out with both hands and slowly pried open Park Roejang's right hand.
On the palm of that calloused hand, eight crooked characters were written in blood:
"At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the guard duty is changed, and the gong is sounded three times."
Hot tears streamed down Kim Seon-a Park Roejang's hand and leaving a red mark on the eight bloody characters.
Fifteen minutes later,
She stood up, picked up the short sword from the ground, walked to the corpse of the Wa samurai leader next to her, gripped the sword with both hands, and with one stroke chopped off the head that was still open in the eyes. She then picked it up and placed it neatly at Park Roejang's feet.
Gu Moran walked behind her, took off his brocade robe, bent down and covered Park Roejang's corpse, obscuring his unseeing face.
The river wind dispersed the black smoke on the sandbar, and on the opposite bank of the Hanseong wall, one could vaguely see the torches of the Japanese army in disarray and hear their cries of alarm.
The news that Inukami Jusaburo escaped with serious injuries must have already caused a sensation in the city.
Gu Moran straightened up, patted Kim Seon-a's cold shoulder, and turned to look at Tuoba Mang:
"Wrap Lord Bak's body in our Great Yan deputy commander's flag and carry it back to the central army camp."
He squinted, looking in the direction of the west gate of Hanseong, and flexed his wrists:
"Issue the order: tonight at 7 PM, I will personally go to the West Gate and give those three thousand starving Satsuma villagers a good talking-to about the meaning of 'discretion is the better part of valor'!"