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Genzaburo Inoue turned his head and shouted at the team members behind him:

"Hurry! Everyone is following!"

Behind him, countless soldiers followed closely and fiercely, marching towards the top of the mountain and toward the enemy's main line along the bloody path Qingdeng and his party had fought.

What Qingdeng said just now - "It's just that the enemy has become a little stronger and you are at a loss. I am really disappointed" - made the team members blush.

Being beaten to pieces by the enemy, forcing the General-in-Chief to utter the word "disappointment", forcing the General-in-Chief to lead only three men to fight against the enemy... Anyone with any self-respect would feel ashamed of this. install.

In order to make up for their mistakes, they regained their fighting spirit. Under the leadership of Gensaburo Inoue, Heisuke Toudo and other team members, they launched an offensive with a roar.

Their idea is very good, to catch up with Qingdeng and help Qingdeng.

However... it didn't take long for them to be horrified by the scene in front of them and their expressions changed drastically.

I saw the enemy corpses lying on the ground along the way!

Almost every corpse was killed in one blow and lay in disarray.

The few remaining survivors were basically breathing in but not breathing out. They fell to the ground dying, not far from death.

The endless hillside is covered with the broken corpses of the enemy... Unless you see it with your own eyes, you will never understand the shock!

In such a situation, it is hard to imagine that this was a victory created by just four people!

Even Inoue Genzaburo and others, who were members of the "Tribeikan Faction" and were familiar with Ayoto, Souji and the others, were shocked from ear to ear.

Looking at this scene, a certain team member swallowed hard and whispered the thoughts of everyone:

"Nioh-sama... still needs our support...?"

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"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Taking advantage of the invincible soldiers all around, the Souji greedily sucked in the fresh air and raced against time to adjust his breath.

When was the last time you breathed?

She has no idea about this anymore.

With only 4 people facing off against most of the team's strength...there are no precise words to describe the pressure they are facing!

In order to deal with the overwhelming enemy soldiers, she often forgot to breathe, and there was no real chance to breathe!

It wasn't until her chest started to hurt from the lack of oxygen that she realized belatedly that she hadn't breathed for a long time.

After she regained her breath, she swallowed hard to moisten her horribly dry throat. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her throat, as if she had swallowed not saliva but sharp blades.

The temperature today is very low, as if it will snow at any time, and the air is full of dry smell.

In order to keep up with Aitobo's attack speed, Souji, Nagakura Shinpachi and Saito exhausted all their energy and tried their best.

There is little time for them to breathe.

Only by seizing the few moments of breathing, opening your mouth wide, and taking big gulps of oxygen can you keep up with this huge consumption.

In this way, without the heating and humidification of the nasal cavity, in just a moment, the dry air can make their throats look like cracked earth, and every time they swallow a mouthful of saliva, they will vaguely taste the taste of blood.

Suddenly, Souji's expression changed slightly - a strong and familiar cough surged into his throat.

She raised her left arm promptly and skillfully, covering her face with her sleeve:

"Cough...! Cough cough cough...!"

She already had extensive experience in covering up her cough.

If you can bear it, bear it. If you really can't bear it, you will cover your face with your sleeves and pretend to wipe the sweat. In fact, you will muffle the cough in the crook of your arm to reduce the sound as much as possible.

Even if you cough up blood, it will be mixed with the blood spattered by enemies on your clothes, making it impossible for outsiders to see it.

The medicine that the medical chief, Nanjo Akizaburo, gave her last night was very effective.

After taking this medicine, her throat and chest immediately felt much better.

What a pity... Nanjo Akizaburo clearly said: This medicine can only alleviate the condition, but cannot cure it.

When the war started, the General Secretary didn't feel uncomfortable yet.

But after the battle began, his physical energy was consumed rapidly, and Souji immediately felt the strong and familiar itching feeling dominate his throat and chest again.

Facts have proved that Nanjo Akizaburo's strong advice to her not to go to the front line and to rest quietly in the rear was accurate medical advice.

Although her body was extremely uncomfortable, as if there were countless ants crawling in her throat and chest, she did not admit defeat, did not put away the knife in her hand, and did not stop following Qingdeng closely!

She gritted her teeth and tried to hold back.

——Please...! Just hold on a little longer...!

She caressed her chest and prayed to her body.

In addition to Souji, the other two swordsmen beside her - Nagakura Shinpachi and Saito Ichi - their current condition is also not very good.

Since there were no enemy soldiers to attack at the moment, the three of them were able to focus on caring for each other while chasing Qingdeng.

Nagakura Shinpachi turned his head and looked at Saitoichi next to him:

"Hey Saito, are you okay?"

Saitoichi's face was as pale as paper, his dry lips had no color at all, and his right hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

It was obvious that his physical strength had reached its limit.

Physical strength is one of Saito Ichi's shortcomings.

After such a fierce battle... his physical strength had long been exhausted, and he couldn't even hold the knife firmly. Now he was relying on willpower to hold on.

In order to hold the Ikeda Kishinmaru Kunishige in his hand, he tore a piece of cloth from his haori and tightly wrapped it around his right palm and the handle.

In the face of Nagakura Shinpachi's concern, Saito Ichi slightly raised the corner of his mouth and whispered:

"I'm fine. Instead of caring about me, you should care about yourself first. Is the wound on your leg serious?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at Nagakura Shinpachi's right thigh - most of the latter's hakamaru was stained with blood into a terrifying dark red!

Just now, an enemy soldier took advantage of Nagakura Shinpachi's inattention and launched a sneak attack from his blind spot, slashing at his chest.

With rich combat experience and extraordinary reaction speed, Nagakura Shinpachi dodged in time.

Although his chest was spared from this disaster,... his thigh was rubbed by the opponent's blade, the wound was very deep, and blood was pouring out!

Nagakura Shinpachi is indeed a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.

Seeing that his thigh was injured, he calmly took out the linen he carried with him from his bosom and used it to tie the base of his thigh tightly, successfully stopping the bleeding.

In fact, the thigh is also one of the fatal parts of the human body.

The inside of the thigh is densely covered with important arteries. If they rupture, it will cause extremely serious blood loss!

There are too many deaths due to excessive blood loss due to thigh injuries.

Nagakura Shinpachi pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled:

"It's just a little flesh wound, it's okay!"

Although he tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, anyone could see that the injury that stained most of the hakama tube red was not a minor injury.

In terms of the paleness of his face, Nagakura Shinpachi was not inferior to Saito Ichi.

Perhaps because he didn't want his companions to worry about him, Nagakura Shinpachi took the initiative to change the subject and turned his head to look at Souji.

"Souji, can you hold on?"

Like Saito Ichi, Souji, who follows the "high attack, high burst" route, is not known for his physical strength.

Therefore, her face looked very bad at the moment - of course, her weak appearance was largely affected by tuberculosis.

Souji shook her head gently:

"I'm fine."

After speaking, she paused, then raised her eyes and cast a worried look at Qing Deng in front of her.

"... To be honest, I think Qing Deng is the one who should be most concerned about now."

Hearing this, Nagakura and Saito both showed complicated expressions.

Saito Ichi nodded slightly and murmured:

"Yeah, I agree..."

Nagakura Shinpachi smacked his lips:

"Mr. Tachibana's current state... is like he is seeking death...!"

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"Hu...! Hu...! Hu...! Hu...!"

The rapid breathing formed an overwhelming sound barrier.

Qing Deng breathed through his mouth and nose, squeezing the energy for action from oxygen.

Even though the amount of oxygen he inhaled was far less than his consumption, he did not slow down his pace.

He did not leave himself any rest time.

Kill, kill, and kill again!

Sprint, sprint, and sprint again!

He never stopped, and never rested.

This kind of completely reckless fighting style... Nagakura Shinpachi said it right: It's like he is seeking death!

Even with the blessing of talents such as "Lock Blood +7", "Yuan Yang +7", and "Iron Lung +5", he could not withstand such consumption.

The muscles of his legs had long been groaning in pain, and his lungs were even more overwhelmed.

Although the intense pain and fatigue had dominated his whole body, Qing Deng was like a robot at the moment, with no expression on his face and no emotion in his eyes.

In fact, it is not wrong to say that he is a robot - because he can't feel anything now!

He can't feel pain, he can't feel tired... Even the annoyance and anxiety that had been lingering in his heart just now disappeared.

Emotions became weak, and memories became blurred.

He only remembered that his mind was full of thoughts about breaking the enemy formation in front of him, rushing to Kanto, and becoming stronger.

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Becoming stronger - this thought filled every corner of his brain.

Then... from a certain moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him became narrow, and he could only see the enemy in front of him.

Then, his hearing became strange.

Except for his own breathing, he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

At this moment, Souji and others who were far behind him were desperately calling him.

Souji and others were already exhausted, but Qingdeng did not show any signs of fatigue. Not only did he not slow down, but he was getting faster and faster!

In this way, the distance between the two sides became larger and larger, and there was a risk of disconnection.

Souji and others opened their throats and reminded Qingdeng loudly to slow down.

But... Qingdeng could no longer hear their voices.

Gradually, after vision and hearing, Qingdeng's consciousness gradually entered a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

In a trance, he felt like he was... as if he had merged with the world!

Although he couldn't see or hear clearly, his senses were extremely sharp! Any slight movement could not escape his perception!

Qing Deng was not unfamiliar with this feeling.

He had experienced it before.

Just a few months ago in the Kyoto Summer Campaign, when he personally attacked Tianwang Mountain under the arrows and stones, he had entered this state!

An extremely wonderful state...

An extremely powerful state!

Suddenly, a series of gunshots came from the front of him - several bullets were fired from the bushes not far in front of him!

The attack happened in a flash of lightning - Qingdeng's response also happened in a flash of lightning.

The momentum of his sprint remained unchanged, and his body was like a thin piece of paper, dodging all the bullets with a few light swings.

Immediately afterwards, black shadows surged... Enemies rushed towards Qingdeng from different directions like a tide!

At the moment when the enemy group appeared, Qingdeng clenched the knife in his hand, turned into feathers, and rose into the air! Rush into the enemy's sword formation without hesitation!

The moment he jumped, the two people in front of him had their chests cut open.

When he passed over someone's head, the person's Heavenly Spirit Cap was sliced ​​off and a column of blood spurted out.

Someone spotted Qingdeng's position, and before he landed, he thrust out the bayonet in his hand, making a sharp "chi" sound, but the tip of the knife only pierced Qingdeng's afterimage.

In the next breath, the man's head flew out and rolled down next to another dead body - at this time, Qingdeng was already several meters away.

I don't know when, Qingdeng had quietly changed his sword to a new one, and there was an extra wakizashi in his left hand.

Qingdeng is not good at using wakizashi.

He basically has only one use for this kind of short weapon - use it as a hidden weapon!

Before he could warm up the wakizashi, he threw it out with all his strength, hitting someone's heart without any bias.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-!"

"Ho...ho...ho...ho..."

"Look at the knife!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

"Woooo..."

From angry shouts to painful whimpers.

From the roar of anger to the roar of hatred.

From slashing to stabbing to shooting.

The members of the Wizards tried their best, but they still lost to Qingdeng!

Some were stabbed in the heart.

There are cases where the upper and lower bodies are completely separated.

Some had their throats cut out and could only wait desperately for death while suffocating.

They fell to the ground one after another... They made such a huge sacrifice, but they couldn't slow down Qingdeng's steps at all! One can’t help but wonder whether their sacrifice is meaningful!

It's so easy...so easy! Qingdeng killed them with ease, as if he was playing with them in the palm of his hand!

Amidst the rain of blood, a ray of sunshine hit Qingdeng's face.

Under the sunlight, an imperceptible joy could be seen between his cheeks.

The right half of the face was hidden in the shadows, without any expression; the left half of the face was bathed in light, with the corners of the mouth slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

Her fair skin was stained with blood, and she was galloping on the battlefield with ease, killing the enemy with a smile on her face despite her cold eyes...

Such an appearance can be called... Yaksha!

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Nangong Mountain, the top of the mountain, the main formation of the Qi soldiers——

Takasugi Shinsaku clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the south with an expressionless face.

Beside him, Omura Masujiro's face was as heavy as water, and he clenched his fists tightly.

The shouts of killing were gradually approaching... They could vaguely smell the pungent smell of blood.

"...Mr. Omura, please evacuate everyone quickly and set up a new defense line at the east foot of Nangong Mountain."

Hearing this, Omura Masujiro couldn't help but frown and looked at Takasugi Shinsaku with a complicated expression.

Takasugi Shinsaku had guessed what he wanted to say in advance and said first:

"Our fight is not over yet."

"From the beginning to the end, we have only one mission: to buy time for Guijun and the others."

"As long as we can hold off the Shinsengumi...even if it's only for an hour, it's worth it."

"We will set up a new line of defense at the eastern foot of Nangong Mountain and fight to the last soldier."

Having said this, he pulled out the Muramasa from his waist and took out a red pill from his arms.

"Act quickly. At this moment, the only person who can hope to stop Tachibana Aoden is me."

"...Yes, I understand."

Omura Masujiro didn't say much and accepted the order silently.

"You heard me all! Evacuate to the east foot! Move quickly!"

Under the orderly command of Omura Masujiro, the soldiers of this formation packed up their equipment and equipment quickly and without chaos, and moved to the east foot.

After a while, only Takasugi Shinsaku was left on the huge mountain top.

Takasugi Shinsaku stood alone, staring southward, waiting quietly.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. He closed his eyes with an expression full of emotion. He slowly raised the knife and silently stuffed the red pill in his hand into his mouth.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes - in front of him who was originally empty, there suddenly appeared a ghastly figure covered in blood.

Because I was so high last night, I didn’t finally fall asleep until 3 o’clock in the morning... (Crying Leopard Head.jpg)