When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"I don't want to do this either, but... there is no way. Like the falcons who borrowed the keys before, they didn't go to separate the carriage, but to attack Your Excellency Yong Ye."

"Ah? Sneak attack? Then now..."

"Your Excellency Yong Ye appeared here, and they are probably all..."

Jiuzhi Laiqi shook his head, he didn't say anything to his master who covered his mouth in disbelief, but looked at Yong Ye.

"This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Changpu, Mr. Changpu has no knowledge of it."

"That is to say, you know, is it also related to you?"

"...They invited me to go with me, but I want to protect the 48-type guard artillery."

"Really? ... You're lucky."

He glanced coldly at Jiuzhi Laiqi, although he could guess that if he wasn't to guard the artillery, Jiuzhi Laiqi would definitely appear at his door.

However, Yong Ye didn't plan to kill Jiuzhi Laiqi, after all... If it were to be killed at this level, there would probably not be a few people left in the entire train.

Previously, he killed all those intruding enemies. In addition to cutting down the grass and rooting and showing the power he still had even though he was seriously injured, he used **** means to shock them, so as to tell them what the fate of attacking him was and let them know He is not easy to be bullied, nor is he someone who is benevolent and charitable and will repay grievances with virtue.

You know... if he is merciful and let the living people go back, then other people will think that he is easy to bully and think that he will not kill those who want to kill him, and even have already acted, wouldn't there be more in that case? people to try to kill him?

Yong Ye doesn't like to kill people, it's just this way of killing them to make them dare not resist.

Even if they want to do something, they need to think about the fate of the previous group.

...

No accident, Yong Ye occupied the Iron City with force and fear.

Although... this doesn't mean much to him, Iron City just needs to set off towards the goal as before, and he is also practicing swordsmanship as always.

During this period of time, the biggest difference for him was that the original Shinto Wu Nian was changed to the Wuji Dao, and the practice place was changed from the rear of the car to the front of the car.

For the people, the change of leaders did not change much, because there was no change in the rationing of materials, and nothing was done to this group of people who were sitting and waiting to die, and they couldn't do anything on the train. of the people, naturally it means that no substantive changes have taken place.

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The materials that the people who died before were all occupied by Yongye who needed food, and there was nothing to distribute to them, which made the people secretly complain.

However, compared to the changes in the actual environment and rationing, the changes in spirit are greater.

That is... fear, right?

In the first three days, the Iron City was filled with an uneasy atmosphere.

After all, his leader has just killed so many people, who is not afraid? And this leader still has a lot of physical problems, they are all worried that Yongye will become Kabane and kill them all.

Three days later, Yong Ye's meditation on the deck above the front of the car as always did not turn into Kabane, which gave them a solid sigh of relief, and finally put down the biggest stone in their hearts.

Yongye did not interfere with their lives, nor did he kill innocents as he imagined, nor did he become Kabane. These were the fundamental reasons for them to temporarily feel relieved.

In the final analysis, this is just a train, not a city. There is nothing to deal with at all. Even if there is power, it is of no value to Yongye. It's just that more food can be easily obtained, so he naturally has no reason to appear in front of people, or to interfere with the people.

Besides, apart from deciding the route of travel, the biggest thing that happened to this train was probably people fighting over food issues, and he had no interest in that kind of thing, and he didn't waste any time on it. plan, so basically those things are still mediated by Sifang Chuanchangpu with the samurai in her family.

For the people, the current situation of Jia Tiecheng seems to be no different from when Sifang Chuanchangpu was in power, because... those chores are still in charge of Sifang Chuanchangpu, and Yongye doesn't care about the noise of their life and death, as long as they don't make noise. There is absolutely no problem with him.

Oh, right…

It is not right to say that there is no substantial change at all except for the spiritual change, because...they protested against the lack of food and demanded increased food distribution for Sifang Chuanchangpu, which is different from the past when they could agree with a cry. Now it is completely different. lost its effect.

Because Sifang Chuanchangpu has been unable to decide the food distribution, and they dare not go to Yongye, this should be the biggest change for them, right?

...

"Yongye, you sit here all day long without even practicing your sword. What are you doing?"

Shaking her legs, the girl sat on the top of the semi-circular high platform at the front of the train, holding her chin in her hands with a look of boredom, watching the triangular platform in the front row of the train sitting cross-legged, one sitting can be a whole day, Except for eating and sleeping, it was such an eternal night, and the short braids on his head were swaying with the gust of wind generated by the traveling of the vehicle.

"...Meditation, can't you see it?"

Pulled back to his thoughts by Wuming's words, Yong Ye broke away from the state of meditation and looked at the girl behind him expressionlessly.

"I can see it in meditation, and I know that those kendo masters meditate, but... you're not exaggerating how long it takes. This is the first time I've seen meditation all day long."

"...My meditation is a little bit special. If you are bored, you can play by yourself without guarding it. I believe that no one has the guts to attack me if they are not afraid of death."

Eternal Night Meditation is constantly repairing body tissues, and he wants to repair his body as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the girl behind him will not believe it when he tells the truth, so he naturally perfunctory.

"Your reputation on the Iron City can be said to be irresistible, and your injuries are not good. If you are not careful, maybe someone will really rush over with a fever?"

Not paying attention to Yong Ye's vague answer, Wuming only emphasized that his current situation is very dangerous.

However, Yong Ye just shook his head indifferently.

"Don't worry, I deliberately chose this empty place so that people who can find out how to approach at the first time, even if someone wants to attack me, they are just killing themselves."

"yes?"

"Do I have to lie to you?"

"Hmm~ that's what I said."

Wuming, who was at a high place, shook his white and tender legs, still looking bored, but he still had no plans to leave.

There was a period of silence between the two, Yong Ye stood up from the ground in order to prevent the martial arts from becoming unfamiliar, and began to use the body that had not been fully repaired to practice swordsmanship with some interruptions due to meditation in the past few days.

Looking at his move, Wuming was worried about his body, but when he wanted to stop him, he opened his mouth slightly like a stinger in his throat but couldn't make any sound.

Watching Yong Ye who was constantly wielding his sword for practice, he pondered for a while and suddenly opened his mouth to ask a question that he had asked when we first met, and that he had asked again after the relationship had gotten better not long ago.

"It's been a while since we've known each other. You've always been like this, you've always been like this, you've always been swinging your sword, why is it?"

"...Isn't that the answer?"

Without stopping the movement of swinging the sword, Yong Ye frowned, enduring the pain from the still unhealed wound as he swinging the sword, did not answer the question, but just put it back without looking back.

"Yes, but I want to ask something else."

To this indifferent attitude, Wuming just turned her head in disapproval. She knew very well that it was a rare thing for Yongye to answer when she was practicing swordsmanship.

"…go ahead."

"Um~ won't you get tired?"

"Tired? What? ... You mean this thing in my hand? Or kendo practice?"