"Why are you all dawdling? Look at what you're wearing, do you call this armor?"
"Mr. Feng, they are vassals of my Fujiwara family, but they are also samurai. Please show them some basic respect!"
After listening to Feng Yuanbao's words, Fujiwara Ichiro suddenly raised his head and glared at Feng Yuanbao with a complex expression.
"Respect? Is respect something you beg for? If you have the ability, then use the swords in your hands to earn my respect! The opportunity is right here, but you are useless!"
Feng Yuanbao spoke while maliciously pointing at the two guards in front of him.
"Patriarch, please allow us to fight!"
After listening to Feng Yuanbao's words, two Japanese men knelt on one knee before Fujiwara Ichiro.
"Very well, then use your blood, use the swords in your hands, to defend your honor!"
Biting his teeth, Fujiwara Ichiro finally gave Feng Yuanbao a fierce glare.
"Don't hold back for my sake. I'm not familiar with them. Use whatever skills you have. Swords are blind, do you two understand?"
"Yes!"
After the two guards responded, they directly lowered their faceplates and gripped the zhanmadao in their hands.
The Shengjie Army were all men from the northwest, and their preferred weapon was naturally the zhanmadao, most commonly used in the northwest.
The entire blade was over three feet long, and the handle was a foot long. Holding it with both hands could unleash the blade's greatest power.
Seeing that they had assumed their stances, the two Japanese men opposite them also drew their katana from their waists.
Although their armor was at a disadvantage in defense, the lightness of their leather armor did give them a slight edge in agility.
With a shout, the two gripped their katana with both hands and charged directly at the two soldiers.
The two Song Dynasty soldiers facing them simply stepped forward, without any other superfluous movements.
Only when the two Japanese men were about to reach them did the two of them simultaneously roar, not even looking at the attacking katana, and swung their zhanmadao straight towards the necks of the two Japanese men.
"No!"
Seeing that the other side was using a tactic of trading lives, Fujiwara Ichiro quickly shouted.
After all, the two Song soldiers were wearing iron armor. If, with this tactic, the katana couldn't penetrate their defenses, then what awaited them would be a swift decapitation!
Receiving his reminder, the two Japanese samurai also reacted instantly, quickly raising their swords to block, while simultaneously moving their bodies to the sides.
If both sides were evenly matched, this tactic would be perfectly fine, but the problem was that at this moment, the gap in strength between the two sides was not ordinary!
Han Mo had invested nearly a million guan in military equipment for this expedition. With his status and background, coupled with his willingness to spend money, the items he obtained, while not exactly top-tier, were definitely of good quality.
These items didn't show any difference during normal training, but in a situation like this, things were completely different.
The katana was long and narrow, but it was good for slashing and thrusting. The Song army's zhanmadao, with its heavy blade, was more suited for chopping and hacking.
These two Song soldiers already had a significant advantage in height and weight. Furthermore, they were now on the offensive, and their weapons were several times heavier than the katana.
Their weapons were meticulously crafted by master craftsmen from the Military Armaments Bureau, but the katana in the hands of the two Japanese men were clearly a level lower in forging craftsmanship.
At this moment, they were also blocking horizontally. In just one exchange, a cracking sound was heard, and the katana in their hands snapped into two pieces.
"No!"
Seeing their swords break, Fujiwara Ichiro immediately shouted, wanting them to surrender.
However, before he could finish speaking, the heads of the two Japanese soldiers were already chopped off by the powerful zhanmadao on the spot...
Smelling the strong scent of blood, Fujiwara Ichiro's eyes suddenly turned red.
In just one exchange!
It was impossible to say how big the gap in martial arts was between the two sides, but the disparity in equipment made him feel an inexplicable sadness...
If the guards around him had the same equipment, they wouldn't have been defeated so miserably at least...
"These things are too flimsy! What are they?"
Hearing Feng Yuanbao's nonchalant voice, Fujiwara Ichiro felt as if his heart was bleeding.
"Mr. Feng, please do not tarnish the honor of the samurai!"
Fujiwara Ichiro said, gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"What? Are you going to draw your sword and attack me? I don't know any martial arts, and I'm not wearing any armor. Feel free to try. My head is right here. As long as you dare to swing your sword, I guarantee that not a single dog from your Fujiwara family will survive!"
Feng Yuanbao scoffed at Fujiwara Ichiro's threat.
"You!"
After listening to Feng Yuanbao's words, Fujiwara Ichiro's eyes were almost spitting fire, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked.
"You what?"
Feng Yuanbao spoke, slowly taking another step towards Fujiwara Ichiro.
The remaining guards around Fujiwara Ichiro immediately drew their swords, their faces full of vigilance as they watched Feng Yuanbao.
"Hahahaha, draw your swords? Come on, hack me! Hack here!"
Feng Yuanbao spoke, patting the flesh on his neck.
Seeing his arrogant expression, Ping Jiecuan, who was standing by, was truly shocked.
How dare this fatso?
He was now truly afraid that one of the Japanese guards would be foolish enough to accidentally chop this fatso in half.
It would be one thing if this fatso died, but if this guy died, he would also have to stay here and be buried with him!
"Brother! What do you want to do? Do you want the entire Fujiwara family to be buried with you? Do you want the entire Chikugo Province to be buried with you?"
Just as Fujiwara Ichiro was caught in a dilemma, Fujiwara Jiro, who had rushed over after hearing the news, quickly shouted.
"Whoosh—"
After listening to Fujiwara Jiro's words, Fujiwara Ichiro closed his eyes in pain and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Put your swords away!"
With his order, the guards around him, no matter how much resentment they harbored in their hearts, could only sheath their weapons.
"If you don't dare to attack people, why draw your swords! Useless!"
Seeing them sheathe their swords one by one, Feng Yuanbao sneered and stepped forward a few more paces, then backhanded a slap across the face of one of the guards next to Fujiwara Ichiro.
Hearing the crisp sound of the slap, Fujiwara Ichiro's face turned from green to red. This was not just hitting the guard's face; it was clearly slapping the face of their entire Fujiwara family.