King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 508 War does not have to be cruel

"Something's wrong? Of course something's wrong! Normal people can't hear a word. I'm afraid they're all deaf."

Yan Yan rubbed his palms. He was now going to prepare to send all the people in front of him to the sky.

"I don't know what you said to both parties, but I'm sure they must have listened to what you said."

Kamisato Ayato quickly pulled the ember behind a rock wall and reminded him.

"I told them to restrain themselves and not to fight so fiercely. Do you think they restrained themselves?" Yi Yan took advantage of the situation and hid his figure behind the rock wall.

He stopped and listened patiently to the sounds around him.

"Kill! For the general!"

"Brothers, come on, the Great God is watching us!"

"Let you see how powerful I, Fuyuki Masaya, am!"

……

In just a few breaths, countless shouts of killing reached Yi Yan's ears, which made him very angry.

"I can't stand it anymore! They are going to die anyway, so why not let me do it and save the trouble?"

After listening for a while, Yi Yan couldn't stand it anymore. He took out his straight sword and said that he was going to rush into the crowd and kill.

But it was obvious that he was grabbed by Ayato Kamisato again.

"It's not too late to take action if you take a good look at what's different about these people!"

Kamisato Ayato stuck out his head and looked at the battlefield in the distance, and then said to Ember with great certainty.

"Okay! Since you said so, it's not too late for me to take a look." Seeing Ayato Kamisato's confident look, Yi Yan suppressed his restless heart and followed Ayato Kamisato's example to lift his head from the rock wall. Then he poked out.

Ever since, on an inconspicuous rock on the edge of Nashi Beach, two heads slowly rose up.

The two heads, one blue and one black, seemed to have grown on the rock wall, staring at the noisy battlefield without any signs of shrinking.

This was certainly not because Ember and Kamisato Ayato were stunned for a moment when they saw the cruelty of the battlefield.

On the contrary, what they saw was completely opposite to the word "cruel".

"Kill! Let you taste the power of my shogunate man!"

I saw a corner of the battlefield, a shogunate soldier wearing purple armor and holding a spear, roaring with all his strength, and rushed towards the resistance soldier in red armor in front of him with an indomitable momentum.

"Hmph! My Kaijijima husband is no worse than your shogunate!"

When the rebel soldiers saw the shogunate soldiers rushing towards them, they were not afraid at all and came directly to slash with the long swords in their hands.

To be honest, this scene is bizarre enough. Various soldiers on the battlefield should be organized into teams to attack and retreat in an orderly manner.

Situations like this between spears and daggers usually only occur during pursuit and escape. Not to mention that soldiers holding long knives and holding long spears directly faced him.

If the difference in strength is not really huge, a spear versus a short sword would be a matter of strings, as many strings as you want.

Although the scene in front of me can be called bizarre for a normal war, the even more bizarre thing is yet to come.

The two soldiers strode towards each other, and soon their swords collided.

"when!"

"what!"

"Cuck!"

After the crisp sound of steel clashing, both the shogunate soldiers and the rebel soldiers flew out in an extremely exaggerated posture.

"puff--"

But this was not the end. After the shogunate soldier collapsed to the ground, a meter of blood mist spewed out of his mouth, leaving the resistance soldiers opposite him stunned.

"Where did you get so much blood to spurt out?" The resistance soldier asked in surprise as he wiped away the blood splattered on his face.

There is something wrong with the person opposite! Most people would die long ago if they vomited so much blood! How can you still vomit and shake your head at the same time?

"I'll give you a portion. Dendrobium is dried and soaked in water. One pound of Dendrobium can be soaked in fifty pounds of water, which is enough for you to spray."

The shogunate soldiers stopped spitting blood, and the blood fountain, which could be called a "spectacle", disappeared from the battlefield.

The rebel soldier took the leather bag that was thrown over and opened it to see that it contained bright red "blood".

If you smell it carefully, you can see that there is no smell of blood, but a faint aroma of vegetation.

"Are you a genius?" The resistance soldier held the fake plasma in his hand and held back these words for a long time.

"Yes, if it weren't for the war, I would probably have become a herbalist by now."

The shogunate soldier nodded solemnly, and then he lay flat on the ground again. "I won't tell you any more, I'm going to continue spraying."

"puff--"

As he spoke, the blood fountain appeared on the battlefield again.

"Then do I have to follow?" The resistance soldier nodded thoughtfully when he saw the person on the other side shaking his head and gushing blood.

Then he took a swig of the fake plasma in his hand, squeezed his bulging cheeks, and a spray of blood mist appeared above his head.

"puff--"

Now, there are two blood fountains.

The two people's unique actions not only attracted the attention of Ember and Kamisato Ayato, but also naturally attracted the attention of other people on the battlefield.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Someone is hurt!"

"There's a lot of blood. Could it be that someone took the opportunity to do something evil?!"

"A dirty trick? Then don't get caught, otherwise Lord Kujo will let him know what a real gangster is!"

……

The noisy crowd separated a road, and among a group of soldiers, a group of figures in robes who were incompatible with the battlefield ran out.

These are the doctors who accompany the army. They are always on standby at the edge of the battlefield in case something unexpected happens.

"What's going on? Aren't you talking about acting? Who came first? Really?!" The doctor wearing a mask broke through the surging blood mist and came to the two of them.

As the doctor spoke, he kept pressing the two people's aorta with his hands, hoping to reduce the bleeding.

"Cough...cough! Doctor, stop pressing! I'm fine!"

"Ahem! Me too! It hurts when I press it!"

The strong fingers pressed firmly against the acupuncture points of the blood-spraying duo, almost choking them both to death.

"..."

The doctor watched silently as the two people on the ground sat up. Their mouths were surrounded by bright red blood, just like vampires who had just drank human blood.

"You two..."

"Fake." The shogunate soldier lifted off his armor, and the large and small bottles on his waist were filled with bright red dendrobium water.

"He gave it to me." The resistance soldier wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He opened the leather bag in his hand and showed it to the doctor.

"Hiss..." The doctor suddenly felt that he was about to spurt blood. Why did he run over in such a hurry?

Aren't you just afraid of an accident? Unexpectedly, in the end, I found out that these two boys were playing around.

"Where did you get this 'blood'?" The doctor poured out the blood dendrobium water from the leather bag and asked the shogunate soldier after observing it for a while.

"Dry the blood dendrobium and soak it in water." The shogunate soldier replied.

"Did you come up with this formula yourself?" the doctor then asked.

"I figured it out when I was free." The shogunate soldier nodded.

"Are you interested in becoming my apprentice?" The doctor became interested in talents.

Ordinary people under the pressure of war have no intention of tinkering with these things.

However, this kid did it and achieved results, which shows his strong interest in grass and trees.

Although the purpose of this thing is to scare people, the doctor did not underestimate this shogunate soldier because of this.

After all, sometimes "interest" is the best talent.

"Really?!" The shogunate soldier almost jumped up with joy.

"Congratulations!" The resistance soldiers on the side also congratulated a few words.

"Of course." The doctor smiled and nodded, then his smile faded and he continued:

"But that will have to wait until this 'drama' is over."

"Okay, I'll continue acting!"

"puff--"

After a brief exchange, a spray of blood mist appeared again in a corner of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)