C1097 Bing Tai Langs Killing Sword (1/2)

The atmosphere in the tavern became weird. Xiao Letian's new army was known for being like the iron army, while the generals leading them were full of unbending steel swords. You could see that they were bleeding, but you would never see them crying.

But today, the general's pitiful wail had moved everyone in the room. The two guards guarding the door felt like they were pulling out a knife and rushing in to chop those people who heard the general's cry to death.

However, the general had issued a death order. No matter what happened, the two of them were not allowed to come close. No one dared to disobey the order.

Who would have thought that a man could cry like that? It was an emotional release that came from the bottom of his heart. It was as if the darkness that had been suppressed was completely poured out at that moment.

However, the guards outside the door could not bear to listen any longer. The expressions of the tavern's owner and the waiters remained calm. They kneeled on the ground and looked at the general.

”Is it time for us to go? ”That's right, we should have died a long time ago. Being able to live for a few more years is a waste of our earnings. Since you've come, then let's take our lives …”

With that, the three of them took out costal deviation s and placed it on the tatami. Or do you do it yourself? Trash gambler Bing Tai Lang … ”

The general's eyes immediately lit up as a murderous aura enveloped the three of them. No one has dared to mention this nickname for many years, and only you three who have escaped the net would dare to say it! Is he really determined to die? ”

The general was none other than the Japanese samurai's Bing Tai Lang who had been bestowed the surname Xiao by the Prime Minister! This tavern was no ordinary tavern either. It was the same casino that E Balang operated all those years ago.

Bing Tai was a general of the knife drawing team, while these three were the last three thugs who survived all those years ago.

After that one night of Tyrant Blood Fire, E Balang's subordinates had all joined in the rebellion. Some had been killed on the battlefield, and some had been properly punished after the battle.

At that time, E Balang had at least sixty to seventy iron rod fighters under his command.

At that time, these three people were the most friendly to Bing Tai Lang in the group of fighters, and they often took care of him, so Bing Tai made the three of them manage that place and turned the casino into a tavern, repaying the three people for their kind thoughts towards him.

The location of the tavern was not good, adding on to the fact that the next-door neighbors all knew about the three of them, no one was willing to take care of their business. In these past few years, other than a few older soldiers of the knife drawing team who were willing to drink a cup, the other times were not good.

Japan could no longer return to that place. No one in that cruel country would raise three trash, but in Ryukyu, it was impossible for them to survive. The sins they committed were not so easy to be forgiven.

This was the first time they had revisited the place ever since Bing Tai had arranged for the three of them. The three of them looked at the shining star of the star general, the upright and waist-high general's attire, the bright yellow tassels, the sparkling accessories, in addition to Bing Tai's steel-blooded and valiant temperament after a hundred battles, all made the three of them feel a strong pressure.

Three days apart was a whole new level of respect. This was not like three days apart; it had already been three years!