The next morning, on the warship.
Inside the cabin, Matsumoto Takeyoshi, dressed in a loose gray kimono, was holding a delicate blue and white porcelain bowl and drinking rice porridge that had just been served from the kitchen.
In the past two months, he did not send the dozen experts out to perform tasks, but let them all stay on the warship in case of an accident.
The reason was very simple. He was afraid that Yagyuu Ryuuke would come back.
With these experts around, he could sleep more soundly.
In a one-on-one fight, these experts may not be Yagyuu Ryuuke's opponent, but if they fought together, their fighting power was extraordinary! In addition, the man in white was always around, so his safety could now be guaranteed.
So far, Ye Fan did not tell him about the conversation with Ryuuke that day, and he did not ask much.
It was not because he did not want to know, but even if he asked Ye Fan, Ye Fan might not tell him the truth.
It was better not to listen to some lies than to listen to some lies.
But for this, he did not care much. He cared about whether Ryuuke would come to the East Sea to trouble him again.
Judging from the current situation, Ryuuke should not come here to harass him in a short period of time.
He intended to send these experts out to perform the Nine Cauldrons mission again. After all, finding the Nine Cauldrons was the most important thing so far.
While drinking the fragrant rice porridge, he was thinking about the matter of finding the Nine Cauldrons.
While Matsumoto Takeyoshi was thinking carefully, the voice of the gatekeeper ninja came in, "Master, the ninja sent by the young master has arrived, saying that there is an urgent report to present to Master."
"Let him in," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said with a smile, gently stirring the porridge spoon in the bowl.
Needless to say, this time Aiko must have brought the good news of the border victory.
Matsumoto Takeyoshi thought.
But this time he was wrong.
With the sound of the door sliding, a masked ninja with a sword on his back and covered in blood quickly walked in from the door and knelt on one knee in front of Matsumoto Takeyoshi.
Seeing the man covered in blood, Matsumoto Takeyoshi was shocked.
An ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
"Master, something has happened to the Young Master!" The Ninja said bitterly as he lowered his head.
"What!" After hearing this news, Matsumoto Takeyoshi became anxious and stood up from the futon!
Patter! The blue and white porcelain bowl containing the rice porridge instantly fell from his hand. The porcelain bowl shattered, and the porridge splashed everywhere!
"What happened to Taro? Speak! "Matsumoto Takeyoshi quickly walked in front of the ninja and asked loudly.
"Young Master is now heavily surrounded and is in imminent danger. Master, please send someone to rescue him as soon as possible!" The bloody ninja lowered his head and said.
"Heavily surrounded?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi frowned. "What happened?"
"A month ago, the Young Master brought a large number of troops to the Mongolian border and met up with us at the border. We faced off against the Mongolian army across the border for more than a month." The Ninja lowered his head and said, "After the Young Master saw that the Mongolian army was unwilling to make a move, he wanted to gain the upper hand by sending a thousand ninjas to attack the Mongolian camp at night and capture their leader. But who would have thought that the Mongolian army had already set up an ambush and secretly set up a trap. When we followed the Young Master into the camp, there was no one inside. It was filled with thunder stones and gunpowder! At the same time, the Mongolian army that was lying in ambush outside the camp descended from the sky. Thousands of arrows were fired at the same time, causing the camp to be on fire. The gunpowder exploded and hundreds of ninjas were killed on the spot! "
"Baka!" When Matsumoto Takeyoshi heard this, he was immediately enraged. As he cursed, he stood up and kicked the shoulder of the ninja who was kneeling on one knee in front of him!
This ninja troop was his backbone force. Although their combat power was not as good as his trump card, the Black Feather troop, they were still top-notch ninjutsu masters. Now, they had lost hundreds of good men before they even hurt the enemy. How could he not be angry?
The ninja was kicked to the ground by Matsumoto Takeyoshi, and then he knelt in front of Matsumoto Takeyoshi again.
"Didn't I give an order? Before the enemy crosses the border, they are not to attack without permission? Huh? "Matsumoto Takeyoshi said angrily to the ninja.
"I tried to persuade the Young Master, but the Young Master, he …" The Ninja lowered his head again as he spoke.
"But what? Speak! "Matsumoto Takeyoshi roared.
"It's just that the Young Master is eager to make a contribution and wants to share the burden with you …" The ninja wanted to speak for Zhou Dao.
"Bullsh * t!" Matsumoto Takeyoshi interrupted the ninja and scolded him loudly.
The ninja kept quiet and lowered his head.
"Useless thing!" Matsumoto Takeyoshi scolded angrily, "I told him many times that if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either. Are you deaf?"
As he spoke, he turned around and kicked the wooden table over.
Crash! The wooden table was overturned, the tea set was broken, the incense burner, the candlesticks, and the four treasures of the study were scattered all over the ground.
The ninja was so scared that he lay on the ground and didn't dare to breathe.
The ninja in white didn't say anything and continued to close his eyes.
For a moment, the atmosphere was tense.
After a long time, Matsumoto Takeyoshi turned around and asked the ninja, "Is Taro injured?"
"Only slightly injured," the ninja replied.
"Aren't all of you good men this time? How could you be surrounded by those small fries? Hm? "Matsumoto Takeyoshi asked with an ashen face.
"Master, you don't know. This time, the people who set the trap to surround us are definitely not ordinary Mongolian cavalrymen." The ninja looked up and said to Matsumoto Takeyoshi.
"Not ordinary Mongolian cavalrymen? Then what are they?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi asked.
"Mongolian sharpshooters, Russian strongmen, Tibetan shamans, and Korean axemen. The elites of the four countries are all here!" The ninja replied with his head lowered.
"Elites of the four countries?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi frowned.
"Yes," the ninja replied. "This time, they seem to be here specifically for Young Master."
"You're saying that they're here for Taro?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi frowned and asked.
"Yes," the ninja replied. The ninja replied, "All of the sharpshooters' arrows are aimed at Young Master. The strongmen's meteor hammers are also aimed at Young Master. The shamans' flames and the axemen's throwing knives are all aimed at Young Master!"
"There's such a thing?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi was shocked.
If what the ninja said was true, then the elite troops of the four countries were really here for his beloved son — Matsumoto Taro!
"What about now?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi asked the ninja, "Is Taro safe now? How many people do you have left? Did you send anyone to help? "
"Young Master still has more than five hundred Jonins protecting him. He's still safe, but I don't know how long he can last," the ninja replied. "I've already notified the Ming Dynasty army, but the generals there don't listen to my orders. They said that they can't go to war without the orders of the general!"
"Baka!" Matsumoto Takeyoshi gritted his teeth and cursed.
Those who should listen to orders don't listen to orders, and those who shouldn't listen to orders listen to orders. How ironic!
"I've already notified the remaining nine thousand ninjas to hurry and rescue Young Master. Right now, they should have already started fighting with the Mongolian army," the ninja replied.
"How many people do they have?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi frowned and asked.
"The elite troops of the four countries are in the thousands. The Mongolian cavalry …" The ninja stopped talking.
"How many Mongolian cavalry? Speak!" Matsumoto Takeyoshi asked loudly.
"Two hundred thousand," the ninja replied with his head lowered.
Thump, thump, thump … Matsumoto Takeyoshi's legs went soft after hearing the ninja's words. He staggered back three steps and almost fell.
Two hundred thousand heavy cavalry, thousands of elite troops, and his own nine thousand ninjas. No matter how powerful they were, they couldn't possibly withstand the attack of so many people!
"With so many people surrounding you, how did you manage to escape?" Matsumoto Takeyoshi stared at the ninja and asked.
"I originally swore to protect Young Master with my life and wanted to bring Young Master to use the Earth Elemental Technique to break out of the encirclement. However, Young Master said that as long as the formation is there, he will be there. If he dies, he dies. Right now, he has already become the target of everyone. There is no way for him to escape from the encirclement. That's why he ordered me to kill my way out and come here to ask for help," the ninja replied with his head lowered.
"He still has some guts!" Matsumoto Takeyoshi looked at the ninja who was covered in blood and arrow wounds. With a serious expression, he slapped the pillar of the cabin with his palm.
"Master, right now, all the ninjas have joined hands to use a barrier to protect Young Master. However, from what I can see, the barrier won't be able to hold on for long. Master, please quickly send people to rescue him. I'm afraid that if we're too late, something bad will happen to Young Master!" The ninja who was kneeling on one knee raised his head and said.
"I understand. You go and rest first," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said to the ninja.
"But Young Master, he …" the ninja said.
"I'll think of a way." Matsumoto Takeyoshi waved his hand at the ninja.
"Yes, Master," the ninja said as he lowered his head and left.
After the ninja left, Matsumoto Takeyoshi turned around and asked the man in white, "Among all the masters, who is the fastest?"
"Ye Fan," the man in white replied.
"Someone, go and invite Mr. Ye here," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said to the ninja who was guarding outside the door.
"Yes." The ninja outside the door responded. Then, he used his body technique and rushed towards the small boat tied to the stern of the battleship.
"Mr. Matsumoto, you want to send him to save the Young Master?" the man in white asked Matsumoto Takeyoshi with a frown.
Zhou Dao had once taken Ye Fan's wife, Fujiwara No Chiko. He and Ye Fan were like fire and water. Rather than asking Ye Fan to save Zhou Dao, it was more like asking Ye Fan to kill Zhou Dao.
"Among all the masters, his body technique is the fastest and his cultivation level is the highest. If he goes to save Tai Lang, Tai Lang may have a chance to live. As for the problem you are worried about, I have a solution," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said as he turned around and looked at the Soul Congregation Evil Cauldron in the corner.
The man in white understood what Matsumoto Takeyoshi meant and nodded slowly.
After a while, the cabin door opened. Ye Fan, who was dressed in white, walked in.
As soon as he entered the cabin, the man in white with a white veil on his face frowned and his eyes flashed!
At this time, Ye Fan's eyes were not only filled with Spiritual Qi, but also with a touch of faint green light. Compared to the original overbearing Yang Qi, the Spiritual Qi emitted from his body had a trace of restrained but unruly spiritual pressure!
Compared to the last time they met, his spiritual Qi cultivation had improved tremendously!
The man in white narrowed his eyes and looked dignified.
Matsumoto Takeyoshi once said that this person would become stronger as he fought. Now, it seemed that it was true!
"Why are you looking for me?" Ye Fan asked Matsumoto Takeyoshi as he looked at the mess in the cabin.
Obviously, Matsumoto Takeyoshi was in trouble again, and the trouble was not small. He needed to help him solve it.
From the time he met Matsumoto Takeyoshi until now, he had never seen him so angry.
"I want you to go to the border of Mongolia immediately and rescue Tai Lang safely from the Mongolian army," Matsumoto Takeyoshi said directly. "After you succeed, I will return one of your wife's three souls to you."
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