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Chapter 938: The honor of dying is the shame of living! [5300]

The next day, early in the morning——

Nangong Mountain, east slope, the main camp of the special forces——

The sky had just turned pale, and the pale yellow morning sun slowly rose from behind the eastern mountains, casting a faint dawn light with difficulty.

The clouds were very low and thick, casting a dark shadow.

Since last night, the temperature in Sekigahara has dropped sharply, and a casual breath can spit out a translucent fog.

Even the dawn of the morning sun can't dispel the oppressive chill.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will probably snow today.

What is striking is that the current bad weather is quite consistent with the atmosphere of the special forces camp.

Inside and outside the camp, it is eerily quiet...

From officers to ordinary soldiers, all of them have stiff expressions and wooden demeanors.

Those who stand guard stand guard, those who patrol patrol, those who wipe weapons wipe weapons... No one speaks, everyone mechanically does their own work.

If you look closely, you can find that many of them have very ugly faces.

They are all people who took "Juezhan Dian" yesterday.

Facts have proved that the effect of this pill is amazing, and its side effects are terrible!

There is no fixed number for the duration of the effect of "Juezhan Dian", whether it is long or short depends on personal physique.

No matter how long it lasts, after the effect of the drug ends, all users will feel extremely painful without exception!

First of all, the muscles are sore, and the limbs seem to be filled with lead. The slightest movement will feel painful.

Secondly, the head is dizzy and the spirit is tired, as if you haven't slept for several days in a row.

In a word, there is no place on the body that is not uncomfortable, even if you rest for a whole night, it doesn't get better.

Before distributing "Juezhan Dian", Takasugi Shinsaku did not hide its side effects. He explained the truth to all the soldiers without omission, and made it clear that whether to swallow this medicine in battle depends on personal will and will never be forced.

Although they knew that this would cost a lot, many people still resolutely swallowed "Decisive Battle Yodo"! They vowed to fight the Shinsengumi to the end!

After the August 18th coup, the Ikedaya Incident, the Kyoto Summer Campaign... After so many battles, the conflict between the Shinsengumi and the Choshu clan had long reached a point of no return.

Many soldiers in the Kiheitai had direct or indirect hatred for the Shinsengumi.

As long as they could gain the power to fight the Shinsengumi, they would be happy even if it was poison... It was with this awareness that they swallowed "Decisive Battle Yodo" without hesitation!

……

Omura Masujiro stood with his hands behind his back, staring expressionlessly at the top of Nangong Mountain in the distance - to be more precise, at the flag with the word "sincerity" planted on the top of the mountain.

With the help of "Decisive Battle Yodo", they finally survived yesterday.

This is certainly gratifying, but... what about today?

They used the killer move "Decisive Battle at Yodo" yesterday, but they were unable to completely repel the Shinsengumi, and only slowed down their attack speed.

Under the fierce attack of the Shinsengumi, they were forced to abandon the top of the mountain and retreat to the eastern slope.

Replaying yesterday's battle, it is not difficult to find that: yesterday was the same as the day before! Both were originally good battles, but they failed because of someone's bravery!

The day before yesterday, the crucial "high wall" was lost.

Yesterday, even the main camp was lost!

The guy who captured these two places was the same person!

Thinking of this, Omura Masujiro couldn't help but droop his face, clenched his fists, and shouted in his heart with resentment:

- Tachibana Aoto... you monster...!

As a newcomer who had just joined the Qihei Team not long ago, Omura Masujiro's understanding of Aoto was all word of mouth.

Before the war, he thought "I already think highly of him enough" and only classified Aoto as "a person who needs to be particularly careful."

Until now, after directly feeling Qing Deng's terrifying fighting power, he realized that he was wrong.

Tachibana Qing Deng is not a "target that needs to be guarded against", but "a target that needs to mobilize a thousand or more troops to barely stop him"!

Using words such as "one man against a thousand" and "brave as the three armies" to describe Qing Deng seems too light and inappropriate.

This kind of swordsman who can turn the tide of the battle with his own strength... I am afraid that only the "eternal swordsman" Ogata Ittosai 70 years ago can match him!

When he thought of this, Omura Masujiro felt heavy in his heart unconsciously.

Although he was frustrated, he quickly adjusted his state, took several deep breaths, barely calmed his mind, and continued to think about tactics and strategies.

In fact, the current situation of the battle is quite clear.

To put it bluntly: there is no way to retreat! The only way is to fight with your back to the water!

Without the west slope, there is still the top of the mountain; without the top of the mountain, there is still the east slope; but without the east slope... then there is nothing!

If even the eastern slope is lost, then they will no longer have the difficult terrain to rely on in the rear, and the huge Sekigahara will be completely owned by the Shinsengumi.

At that time, the Shinsengumi will have no obstacles on the road to the east to help Edo!

Either defend the eastern slope or be defeated... In other words, today is the day of the real decisive battle!

The soldiers who took "Juezhan Yodo" yesterday were unable to fight again today due to the side effects.

At most, they can only pick up their weapons reluctantly, and some people can't even stand up.

The troops are seriously insufficient... The only card left in hand is the geographical advantage that is better than nothing...

A good cook cannot cook without rice. No matter how smart Omura Masujiro is, he can't do anything without soldiers and generals.

——Is this the end...

Just when Omura Masujiro was thinking secretly, an anxious shout suddenly came from behind him:

"Master Takasugi! Why are you up? Please go back to bed and rest!"

"Stop being so verbose and get out of the way."

Omura Masujiro turned around and happened to meet Takasugi Shinsaku's eyes.

Omura Masujiro was stunned on the spot when he saw Takasugi Shinsaku walking toward him with a staggering step.

"Mr. Takasugi, why are you here?"

After regaining his senses, he stepped forward to meet him, and stretched out his hands to support Takasugi Shinsaku's shoulders.

I saw that his body was covered with linen, his face was as pale as paper, and his face was bruised and red.

A duel with Nioh without dying on the spot... Very few people in the world have achieved such an achievement.

To be honest, after bidding farewell to Takasugi Shinsaku yesterday, Omura Masujiro was mentally prepared to "never see Takasugi Shinsaku again for the rest of his life."

Unexpectedly, the comrade who was thought to be dead came back alive... This was really an unexpected surprise.

At this time, Omura Masujiro was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

However, although he was not dead, the injuries he suffered were not minor.

Even without a doctor's diagnosis, a discerning person could see that his injuries were serious.

The last two "meat bomb strikes" Aoto used caused Takasugi Shinsaku to suffer considerable internal injuries, and his spine almost cracked.

Last night, the doctor repeatedly warned: You must rest! Don’t stand if you can sit, don’t sit if you can lie down, and never do strenuous exercise!

However... it was obvious that Takasugi Shinsaku completely turned a deaf ear to the doctor's advice.

Facing Omura Masujiro's inquiry, he twitched his lips:

"I'm still alive. Since I'm still alive, I naturally have to continue fighting."

Hearing this, Omura Masujiro didn't say much. He only looked at the other party deeply and then silently looked away without saying a word. He did not utter any advice such as "please go back and rest quickly".

Takasugi Shinsaku twisted slightly, shook off Omura Masujiro's support, raised his gaze, and looked at the top of Nangong Mountain.

"Mr. Omura, how are you? Has anything happened that deserves reporting? Is there any movement in the Shinsengumi?"

Omura Masujiro shook his head gently:

"No movement yet."

Takasugi Shinsaku pondered, and while thinking, he took out his telescope, opened the tube, looked at the scenery on the top of the mountain, and observed the movements of the Shinsengumi.

Suddenly, a small piece of white matter whirled and fluttered into his field of vision.

Takasugi Shinsaku raised his eyebrows, put down the telescope in his hand, and looked up at the sky.

Omura Masujiro on the side also raised his head, looked at the sky, and murmured:

"It's snowing..."

There were scattered snowflakes at first, and then they turned into heavy snowflakes in a blink of an eye.

There are more and more snowflakes, and they are rolled into a mess, like a dense white net, covering the earth directly.

Looking at the wind and snow in the sky, Takasugi Shinsaku subconsciously put his hands into his arms - this is a habit that experienced martial artists have.

In cold weather, you need to pay special attention to keeping your palms warm to ensure that your palms will not freeze and you can draw your weapon at any time.

"Fighting in the snow... is quite interesting. It's a pity that I don't have my shamisen at hand, otherwise I really want to play a song in the snow."

As soon as Takasugi Shinsaku's self-deprecating sigh came to an end, suddenly, a strange shout came from the top of the mountain.

Takasugi Shinsaku and Omura Masujiro immediately raised their telescopes like a conditioned reflex and looked towards the top of the mountain.

Figures surged... The Shinsengumi team members wearing light green feathers worked together to erect a flag, which was set up next to the Chengji flag.

There is no family crest on this flag, and there is no other content. It only has eight characters -

There is the glory of death, but no shame of life.

…

Nangong Mountain, the top of the mountain, the Shinsengumi main formation——

Qingdeng stood upright on the edge of the cliff, holding a torch in his hand. While heating his palms with the torch, he looked at the Qi Corps camp in the distance.

At this time, Kondo rushed to his side and said quickly:

"All teams are ready."

Qingdeng nodded lightly:

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

After that, he threw the torch in his palm to his feet, then took off the water bottle from his waist, poured it on the torch, and extinguished the flames.

Just last night, Qingdeng summoned all captains and vice-captains who were still able to move and informed them of today's battle plan.

The main content of the plan can be summarized in one sentence: attack! attack! Attack again! Attack with all your might! No matter what happens, no matter what situation arises, Nangong Mountain must be completely captured within half a day! Take Sekigahara!

At this point, there is no need to distinguish between left and right wing, and there is no need to engage in any tactics.

Directly order the entire army to rush down like a mountain torrent and destroy the enemy camp! Completely defeat the Rangers!

Just when Qingteng was about to turn around and leave, the commander-in-chief's voice suddenly came from beside him:

"Qingden!"

Qingdeng was stunned, stopped, and followed the sound.

I saw Souji wearing a light onion-colored haori, holding the Jingkishin lent to her by Qingneng in her right hand, and hurriedly walked towards Qingnian.

Aoto had a clear order: Souji, Nagakura Shinpachi, and Saito Ichi, who were injured in yesterday's battle, all retreated to the rear to recuperate, and no objections were allowed.

Before Qingteng could say, "Soji, why are you here? Go back and rest." Souji smiled and threw the Dingguishen in his hand.

"then!"

Ding Guishen spun and flew into the air. After drawing a beautiful parabola, it landed squarely on Qingdeng's head, and was caught by Qingdeng in his hand.

The director-general put his hands on his hips and said with a smile:

"You must have a headache now that you don't have a good knife, right?"

"If you take an unmarked sword into battle again, the enemy might cut off the blade like yesterday and put you in danger."

"Anyway, I can't go to the front line now, so I'll just give it back to you!"

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After Qingdeng heard this, he lowered his head subconsciously and looked straight at the Dingguishen in his hand.

Holding the knife tightly for a long time, he felt the familiar touch and weight in his palm, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of nostalgia.

With a "clop" sound, he suddenly pushed the knife out of the scabbard, revealing the red copper tenon used to clamp the scabbard, and then pulled out the blade little by little, making a clanging sound.

Although Ding Gui Shen is a unique sword, no matter how powerful the sword is, it is still a consumable.

After many hard battles, fierce battles, and bloody battles, Dingguishen's blade has long been scarred.

If it hadn't been sent in regularly for repairs, it would have broken long ago.

It's just that grinding the blade is like peeling an onion, it gets thinner each time.

Sharpened again and again, sharpened again... Now, the blade is so thin that there is only a layer of iron left, and it cannot be sharpened anymore.

If it is seriously damaged again, even if you hire famous craftsmen from all over the world, you will not be able to repair it.

In other words, the "deadline" for determining ghosts and gods is approaching...

Qingden stared at the blade in his hand with mixed emotions, and then put it back into its sheath with force.

"Xiao Si, thank you!"

He turned his head and thanked the director with a smile.

"Go back and rest quickly. Recuperate at the rear and wait quietly for our news!"

Souji nodded vigorously "Yes", then turned his eyes and looked at Isamu Kondo next to Aoto:

"Brother Kondo, you have to fight hard!"

Isamu Kondo grinned:

"Whoa whoa!"

After bidding farewell to the chief executive, the two walked down the cliff one after another.

Abruptly, Qingden said to Isamu Kondo behind him:

"Yong, give me the order - put up that flag!"

…

Except for the 7th, 9th, 10th, and 11th divisions, the soldiers of the other divisions all gathered in a flat open space not far from the top of the mountain.

There is glory in death, but no glory in life - looking at the flag standing on the top of the mountain, the team members all showed nervous expressions.

On their first day joining the Shinsengumi, they learned the meaning of the flag.

After raising this flag, all soldiers in the army must be determined to die!

Either win or die!

Just when they were nervously waiting for the order to attack, someone shouted:

"Look! It's my lord!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone turned their heads and looked back - Qingdeng's figure suddenly appeared on the cliff behind the assembly area.

Qingden held the Dingguishen on his waist and looked down at each squadron.

Obviously he didn't do anything, he just showed his face, but it raised the atmosphere of the scene several degrees.

The team members all looked at Qingdeng with fanatical expressions, and their original nervousness turned into eagerness to try.

Qingdeng calmly looked around the audience and said:

"At this point, I have nothing else to say."

With the blessing of his talent "Cloud-Cracking Stone +3", his sonorous voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The only thing I want to say is: Defeat the enemy! Today, I will add the footnote to the history books that 'The Shinsengumi achieved complete victory in the Second Sekigahara Battle'!"

After finishing speaking, the mountains roared with thunder!

…

The cheers of the Shinsengumi continued for a long time.

Takasugi Shinsaku naturally knew what the banner "Glory in death, disgrace in life" meant.

"...Mr. Omura, I'll leave the rest to you."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out Muramasa from his waist.

While drawing the knife, he took out a red pill from nowhere.

Omura Masujiro stared straight at this red pill...that is, "The Battle of Yodo", and sighed:

"Mr. Takasugi, do you really have to die?"

"Based on your current state, if you take another pill of 'Decisive Lake', you will definitely die!"

Takasugi Shinsaku smiled calmly:

"I am the only person in our army who can hope to hold Tachibana Aoden down."

"So, I have to go!"

"I am a patient suffering from a bloody cough."

"You have to die anyway, why not die in a more meaningful and valuable place."

"When I raised troops to garrison Guanyuan, I was already prepared to 'bury my bones in a foreign land and die in battle in Guanyuan'."

"Just let me get what I want!"

Having said this, he paused and then changed into a serious and solemn tone:

"Omura-kun, after this battle, you should go to Katsura Kogoro and assist him wholeheartedly!"

"Although I'm a little reluctant, I have to admit that Guijun's talents are far better than mine."

“He knows the art of communication and the art of compromise.”

"When it comes to running a country, he is far better than me."

Omura Masujiro listened quietly and nodded gently:

"...Yes, I understand."

Takasugi Shinsaku turned his head to the side, looked at Omura Masujiro, looked at each other, and smiled:

"Omura-kun, although we have not been together for a long time, you have really worked hard during these days."

Omura Masujiro said slowly:

"Both each other. Mr. Takasugi, I enjoy assisting you during this time."

After leaving a brief farewell, Takasugi Shinsaku said no more, withdrew his gaze, held Muramasa tightly in his palm, and strode forward.

Suddenly, Omura Masujiro behind him called to him:

"Mr. Takasugi!"

Takasugi Shinsaku stopped and turned to look at him.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts."

He said this word for word.

Takasugi Shinsaku responded with a calm smile and shook his fist at him.

Under the direct gaze of Omura Masujiro, Takasugi Shinsaku withdrew his eyes and clenched fists, continued to move forward, and disappeared in the snow in the blink of an eye.

…

"Kill ah ah ah ah!"

"Thieves! Go to hell!"

"The damned are dead!"

"Don't stop! No matter what, we must decide the winner today!"

…

Cries of death similar to this can be heard endlessly.

A bloody battle... a bloody battle in the true sense!

For both sides, today's battle is a decisive battle that neither retreats nor fails!

For this reason, the soldiers of the Shinsengumi and the Raid Team burst out with amazing power! Be fearless and move forward!

Qingden, as always, took the lead.

Holding his accustomed sword, he was able to maximize his strength!