.Eith One, Oedo Anecdo 4

Just as Feili, Maori Shinichi, Jingshui Youhu and other bored idle people were chatting around this noisy intersection, the head of the Xudaoliu, Mr. Shiroya, had already done all the moves, sold out all the secrets at hand, and began to pack up his bags and planned to leave.

However, the martial arts performances on this street did not come to an end, but became more and more enthusiastic. Seeing the guy who was in the Void Knife was making a big splash here, not only won the applause of passers-by, but also made a lot of business. The other martial artists who attracted business were naturally not willing to be outdone. They followed them to shout loudly while showing off their own genres, perhaps not the most lethal in their respective genres. But they definitely looked the coolest flirting.

For a moment, at this intersection, there was really a samurai sword and a shuriken flying together, sword drawing and wall-breaking techniques dancing, and karate competed with joint techniques. In addition, there were witches' rituals, nunchakus of the underworld, and monks' Zen,

However, just as this dazzling street martial arts performance was accompanied by the applause, cheers and money spills from passers-by. As we were about to enter the top stage, a shout full of horror suddenly rang out of place nearby.

"Not good, everyone run away! The urban management is here!"

Urban management is here!

At this moment, the air on the street seemed to have been frozen. Everyone stopped the movements in their hands and stood in a daze.

Then, people were like soldiers hearing the charge and students hearing the bell of class, and there was a chaotic commotion in an instant.

The owner of the snack stall next to Feili didn't even have to find the change from the customers. He pushed the heavy car loaded with the stove and pots at a surprising sprint of 100 meters, and ran on the street with a "sincere" sound. The unlucky diner who lost money was so angry that he jumped straight on the spot.

The vendors who set up street stalls nearby quickly rolled up the floor and goods and fought on their shoulders, running in the opposite direction of the shouting. Their movements were smooth and free, as if they had been tempered after thousands of tempers.

Not only the vendors fled against Jia Shifei. Even the shoppers and pedestrians on the street fled with the flow. Even the regular shops distributed on both sides of the street also sounded one after another in more than ten seconds. It seemed like a disaster like a strong wind and flood was about to hit. In the blink of an eye, the noisy and lively intersection became empty, leaving only fruit peels, debris, wood chips and garbage everywhere, and sometimes there were a few ran away rotten straw sandals and broken wood.

For a moment, Feili and his accompanying guards were completely stunned by the sudden huge change.

However, after a very short film, they saw the culprits that caused all this panic and riots at the other end of the street. More than twenty strong and fierce people were carrying big sticks with nails on the surface and dirty old sacks in the other, swaying over the market with a proud look. There were several large carts behind them, filled with all kinds of department stores, from needlework to cloth to chickens, ducks and vegetables," as if they had just come down the mountain and robbed and were about to return with a full load.

Of course, these guys who seem to be bandits are obviously all covered with official skins. Because they are completely different from the traditional dress of local citizens with wide-sleeved long robes and straw sandals and wooden clogs, they not only wore Western black military uniforms that were also very fashionable in this country, wearing exaggerated large brimming hats, but also wearing a pair of knee-length uniforms, and were carefully polished, and even hit a large banner with a "severe blow". However, the specific behaviors they showed were really different from those of the bandits:

In the extremely shocked eyes of Feili and others, the team of powerful peddlers seemed to be Moses who had separated the Red Sea. They were full of chaos wherever they went. They turned up stalls, caught vendors, smashed shops, wielded big sticks, and beat people. They confiscated some of the goods and threw them into the cart behind them. Another part of them was simply smashed and trampled on the spot. "Countless people just slowed their legs and feet. Unlucky vendors who did not run away in time were beaten into pig heads amid the howlings of ghosts and wolves, and then tied them into a string with ropes, as if they were planning to escort back to collect fines or serve labor. Some guys were even beaten to the point of being beaten to the ground and fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, Feili and several of his guards were all wearing Naserel military uniforms and were fully armed. Although these urban managers looked at them a few times when they passed by, they had no intention of provocation. Instead, there was a guy who seemed to be in charge. He stood up and said hello very politely. In this country, the "foreign masters" are basically respected.

However, in the face of these violent behaviors of urban management in broad daylight, the residents nearby seemed to be frightened and silent, or they were not concerned about their own affairs, and no one dared to come out and drink. However, from the gaps in the windows on the street, many peeping eyes were secretly emerged, and they were full of fear and malice. They also had a bit of fanaticism and expectation, which was even more exciting than when Daoqiu watched martial arts performances. No matter where or when, hiding in a safe place to watch the fun seemed to be one of the greatest pleasures of ordinary people.

Simply put, it is the tragic nature of gloating," although the next time you are harmed is probably yourself.

"These violent men are the law enforcement officers in Edo Castle? This quality is really uncivilized! Also, don't those guys claim to be invincible martial artists? Why are they driven away by a few wooden sticks, and they don't even have the courage to draw their swords?!"

Seeing a middle-aged martial artist who had just performed karate and cat fist and was dragging a large bag of registration fees to run away, he was knocked over by a stick from the back by an urban management team member and then threw it into the corner with a bundle of ropes. Feili couldn't help but feel extremely confused.

"Amitabha, those martial artists are just a few tricks that look good. How can they compare to the urban management's experience in fighting?

Jingshui Youhu is quite insightful about this. As for why they are obviously samurai with swords, why don’t they dare to draw their swords to fight? I think it’s probably because of “killing Qi Yudian!”

The question marks in the mind of the slaying Zhuan Yudun? Feili's head was full of questions for a moment.

He knew the meaning of the word "kill the emperor and the emperor" in Japan. In the traditional customs of Japan, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce have a clear rank, especially the absolute obedience of the lower-ranking people to the superiors.

As the highest level of privileged person in society, Japanese warriors usually encounter provocations, regardless of whether the person comes, whether the person is a man or a woman, or a young person, they can kill him at any time without taking any guilt. This is the so-called "right to abandon the imperial power". Therefore, when a farmer occasionally sees a warrior passing by, he always kneels on both sides of the road in a trembling manner, and does not even dare to raise his head."

However, according to this privilege, shouldn’t those martial artists draw their swords to fight and never be humiliated?

You should know that from the perspective of style, clothing and not wearing any "controlled knives", almost none of the urban management team members are qualified as warriors. Therefore, it is logical that they will be cut in vain if they are cut in." Since that's the case, why not cut it?

"Haha, there seems to be a little deviation in your understanding of "Zheng Qi Yu Duan."

Shinichi Maori explained with a wry smile that the so-called "The privilege of killing the samurai is not that the samurai can kill the lowly people at will, but that from the moment he draws his sword, the law will fail to kill him one by one. Of course, it doesn't matter, but if it is killed by the other party in turn, it will only be unlucky, which is roughly similar to the duel in the West!

Of course, because only samurai can wear swords and have the ability to concentrate on practicing martial arts, when using "Slaying the Imperial Exemption" against ordinary people, it is indeed basically equivalent to massacre. But if even this can be turned over," according to the original intention of the founders of the law, those vacant sword-bearing wastes who are not even qualified to be warriors, so it is better to die and buried earlier, and they can also save a salary for the master. The city management team took advantage of this loophole in the warrior's law."

Speaking of this, Shinichi Maori pointed at the city management team members in black leather in front of him, "Look at them, they hold nail sticks in their hands and pistols on their waists, and also prepared eye-spreading lime cups, fishing nets to catch people, and long bamboo guns that stab people. Although it is indeed not a violation of the ban on only samurai swords, if they only take one knife, they will face them. How many low-level samurai can easily win? If they don't draw the sword, the city management usually won't be able to kill them; if they really draw the sword, they'll be waiting for the wrong shot and the head will be shot!"

"The samurai privilege of killing Qi Yudun has actually been turned into a way to take the initiative to seek death?"

Feili was shocked at this for a moment and could this look be considered a privilege?”

, Amitabha, although the original intention of the legislation was definitely not like this, in short, the shogunate is now implemented in this way. It is precisely because the shogunate treats samurai so harshly that it will cause restlessness and constant riots!”

Jingshui Youhuo Fox chanted the Buddha's name with compassion on his face. It must have been planted a long time ago when the disaster was inflicted. For example, this time, the shogunate war was not good at the beginning and the troops were tight. But the old Chinese would rather forcefully conquer the troops of various vassals than equip the chauvinist samurai in Edo Castle again. What they are afraid of is that once these resentful chauvinists gathered into an army, they would be instigated to raise troops to rebel. The king and his ministers were so disunited to this point, could the country be safe and sound?"

Just as they changed the topic and started to talk about this heavier topic, the urban management staff there had basically completed the work of "cleaning up" the streets and started to carry out the next task.

I saw one of the guys with a bearded face, with a nail stick on his shoulder. He walked to a wooden house with a proud look on his face and owed a total of 160 yuan of debt to the house. Not only did he default and not pay it back for three months, he also cut the money shop who came to collect the house and settle the account and seriously injured! The creditors all went to the town to sue the case. Why don't you get out quickly and confess your guilt?"

His shouting was just a stern word. Moreover, his voice was as loud as thunder and as angry as a bell. For a moment, the tiles on the roof were pounding.

But after waiting for a while, there was still no sound in the room.

The bearded urban management officer shouted again, but he still didn't respond. He really couldn't wait patiently, so he simply slammed open the door with a bang, and then struted in to break in." Then he saw him suddenly screaming, holding his arm that was splashing blood, rolling out of the room in extreme pain and embarrassment, looking at an arm that was probably going to be ruined.

Accompanied by the tragic whine of the bearded city manager, a young slim figure and pale face lit up half of his body from the door, his red eyes were covered with blood, and he was holding a bloody ribchakan sword in his hand. It is usually used for suicide by septum. At first glance, you are like a madman, you are not aware of your superiors and inferiors! The lackeys of the black-hearted vendor! Don’t come here again! Want to collect my Kumata family’s ancestral mansion? OK! Let’s ask if my uncle’s knife first!”

Urban management law enforcement finally encountered a tough nail household?

This sensational big news immediately made many people interested. They couldn't help but rush out the closed doors and began to watch on the street again. Feili and others, who were still a distance from the scene, also took out their respective telescopes with interest, looking forward to enjoying a bloody and exciting swordsmanship duel.

However, under the crazy threat of the sword-holder, the urban management officers who were still crazy just now seemed to be sarcastic and snatching the house twice, they even carried the wounded away in shame without even saying a bluff.

This soft-boyed performance made all the spectators around them very disappointed. Some even followed the crowd and threw all kinds of fresh garbage into the back of the urban management. But before the "warrior" in the wooden house scared away the "strong enemy" with one knife began to celebrate his victory and made some crazy words to the onlookers. The urban management officers who had just run away with their tails had already returned again, and even pushed the heavy equipment to the city's battle with a groaning "a cannon!

That's right. It's really a cannon. It's finely crafted and simple in style. Judging from the specifications, it's probably the old three-pound field cannon eliminated by the Naserel Army, and even the striking hexagram national emblem. It's mostly authentic imported goods obtained from the Far East Fleet." But it was not equipped to bring the army to the front line for combat, but was assigned to the urban management for law enforcement on the streets!

Several urban management team members who were cruel to their injuries were pushed to the door of each other's house with a groan. Then, under the cover of several spearmen, began to clean the cannon and load the medicine. Looking at the crescent muzzle that was only ten steps away from him and could completely tear the entire room into pieces at any time, the "resistance warrior" with a poor ribs was already trembling with his legs, and his face became paler than a vampire, and he was not as good as he was not wet his pants.

Seeing that the other party finally showed timidity and uglyness, the urban management lord suddenly seemed very proud, so he found an iron-boned military fan with the four-character mantra written by "Fenglin, Mountain Fire" from somewhere, and sternly criticized the crime committed by the "warrior" who was about to be bombarded.

, "The lower-level banner, Kumata Kumahara, you, a scoundrel, not only unreasonably owes debts, refuses to pay back the debt, but even openly resists law enforcement with a knife and kills our colleagues. It is simply unforgivable! Today, let's accept the punishment we are waiting for!"

As he said this, he waved the fan hard and pointed at the warrior behind the door: "Fire the cannon!"

The oil-soaked fuse began to sizzle, and then a long red flame ejected from the bronze-cast muzzle. The roar repeatedly vibrated between the narrow streets, mixed with the screams of the onlookers.

When the smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated and the riots recovered initially, Feili found that the house was still intact, and the murderer who used the sword to resist the law was successfully resolved.

In fact, although the urban management team made a harsh statement before the shelling, they did not stuff shells into the cannon chamber, but just filled in gunpowder and fired an empty cannon. However, the poor warrior who was crazy about defending his ancestral home was successfully scared to faint. Then several urban management teams confiscated their weapons, dragged them out and beat them up, and they were beaten up so hard that they could exhale more and less intake. At the same time, the door of the house was also sealed.
Chapter completed!