I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Latest website: Looking at the iron cannon without matchlock in Ah-Machi's hand, Ogata couldn't help but murmured:

"Flintlock...?"

The iron cannon in A-Ming's hand was undoubtedly a flintlock.

But it is shorter than the flintlock gun in Ogata's impression, and the style is slightly different.

"Huh?" Seeing that Ogata recognized the iron cannon in her hand, Aming's face showed surprise, "You know the flintlock gun? Do you know Lanxue too?"

"Know a little bit."

"I'm getting more and more interested in you. Alright, let's talk slowly after this topic, let's get rid of that archer first."

A-Ming put away the look of surprise on his face, turned his head positively, exposed his head from behind the tree trunk, and observed the movement outside.

"Yishi. Now the archer is in the dark, we are in the light, and that archer is quite cunning, knowing how to constantly change his position."

"If we chase him, it will not only be inefficient, but also very passive."

"To deal with this kind of enemy who can attack at a long distance, you have to use a long-distance attack to retaliate against him."

"So—I'll be the bait, you'll be the shooter. Is that your plan?" Ogata asked rhetorically.

"That's right. Sorry, I have to work hard on you."

"Are your shooting skills good...?" Ogata cast a suspicious look at A-Machi, "I've never heard of a ninja using an iron cannon..."

"Then you have not only heard of it, but also seen it. As for my shooting skills..."

A-Ming straightened her towering chest, with a look of pride on her face.

"My close combat ability may not be very good, but when it comes to shooting skills, I don't think there are many people in the world who can beat me."

"...That's all." Ogata sighed softly, "Let's just trust you once. When can you start shooting?"

"anytime."

"Then I'm on it now.

"

After saying that, Ogata jumped out from behind the bushes where he was hiding, and rushed outside.

In order to make it easier for the archer to shoot, Ogata also rushed to the open place.

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"The mouse finally got out..."

A middle-aged man hiding behind the trunk of a large tree licked his lips excitedly after seeing Ogata rushing from the bushes where he was hiding.

Looking at Ogata who was rushing straight towards the open area, the middle-aged man only thought that Ogata wanted to escape from this place quickly.

"I will not let my prey escape."

The middle-aged man muttered like this, while nocking the arrow with skillful techniques.

The middle-aged man felt the current direction and strength of the wind, estimated where Shimogata would run to in the future, and then — without any hesitation, let go of the bowstring.

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Ogata heard the unique piercing sound of arrows piercing the air.

Like an instinctive reaction, his body rolled sideways, dodging the arrow.

Seeing that his arrow was dodged again, the middle-aged man's face showed a look of despair.

But he did not draw the bow again to shoot Ogata additionally.

Instead, he quickly put away the bow in his hand, preparing to leave this place quickly and move to other favorable shooting points.

After shooting an arrow, no matter whether it hits the target or not, it must move quickly—this is the most valuable experience this middle-aged man has accumulated after being a killer for so many years.

However—the middle-aged man had just put away the bow in his hand, and before he had time to stand up, a loud noise that made the middle-aged man's scalp numb suddenly sounded:

boom!

The middle-aged man had just heard the loud noise, and before he had time to react to the sudden loud noise, a scorching bullet hit his head, entering from the forehead and then exiting from the back of the head.

A strange liquid mixed with blood and brain was immediately scattered all over the place...

Before he could even scream, the middle-aged man was killed on the spot.

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Machi, who was still hiding behind the trunk of the big tree, was sitting on the ground now.

The legs are spread and the knees are bent, the arms are placed on the knees, and the iron cannon is held in the right hand, and the iron cannon is resting on the top of the left arm.

The left hand pinched the wrist of the right hand, while the right hand held the handle of the iron cannon. Because the shooting had just been completed, the index finger of the right hand was still resting on the trigger.

Machi let out a deep breath, and then slowly released his shooting posture.

"Yishi! The enemy has been dealt with!"

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A-Machi and Ogata walked towards the body of the archer—that is, the middle-aged man.

Seeing the dead body of the archer, Ah-Ming let out a soft "ah".

"I recognize this guy."

Ah-Ming said softly.

"This guy's name is Fujuro, and he's also a well-known murderer."

"He was originally a capable archer in the army."

"But because he is a pervert who loves to kill, he defected from the army and became a killer who takes people's lives for a living."

"Even he was captured on this island..."

Speaking of this, A-Ming chuckled a few times.

"I didn't expect the two of us to meet this kind of lunatic who has no interest in pardoning but is extremely interested in killing people so soon..."

After finishing speaking, A-Machi turned his head and looked at Ogata.

"This guy was killed by my iron cannon, so all the supplies on him belong to me-you should have no objection?"

"Every opinion." Ogata shrugged, "Anyway, I have enough food now, and this guy only has a bow and arrow, but no knife. So I'm not interested in him either."

"Then I won't be polite."

Ah Ding squatted beside the middle-aged man, and began to rummage through the middle-aged man for useful supplies.

While A-cho was rummaging for supplies on this murderous man named Fujuro, Ogata looked at Fujuro's body with complicated eyes, and then looked at the location where A-cho was shooting just now.

"...You can actually shoot such a long-distance precision shot with an iron cannon..." Ogata said sincerely.

"Humph."

A smug look appeared on A-Machi's face.

"Didn't I say it all? In terms of shooting ability, there are not many people in the world who can beat me."

After saying that, A-Machi turned his head and smiled slyly at Ogata.

"Don't underestimate the ninja."

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Fujuro didn't have any valuable materials on him at all.

A-cho rummaged around, only to find Fujuro's bag of rice balls - the only valuable thing on Fujuro's body.

After unceremoniously accepting Fujuro's onigiri, Amachi asked Ogata:

"Can you use a bow and arrow?"

"No. What about you?"

A-Machi shook his head.

"If you don't know how to do it, break Fujuro's bow." Ogata said without thinking, "Don't let other people get Fujuro's bow."

"Hee hee." A-Ming chuckled a few times, "What a coincidence, you and I thought about it together. Since we can't use it, we can't let others use it either."

After saying that, A-Machi pulled out the wakizashi that was hanging on her lower back, and cut the string of Fujuro's bow.