I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Today, the weather is still pretty bad.

After the snowstorm yesterday, the dark clouds that finally dispersed a little gathered up again, layer upon layer, without even a ray of sunlight penetrating in.

Although it is dawn, but because of the thick dark clouds blocking the sun, the brightness is only slightly better than the night.

Today is the 13th day since Ogata left Red Moon Fortress.

Today is the 11th day of the offensive and defensive battle of Red Moon Fortress.

In the main formation of the shogunate army, Inamori folded his arms and looked expressionlessly at the scarred fortress in the distance.

"The victory will finally be decided." At this moment, a voice came from behind Inamori that surprised Inamori.

"My lord..." Inamori turned his head to look at Matsudaira Sadanobu who was walking slowly towards him with his hands behind his back.

"I thought those barbarians could only last for 3 or 4 days at most." Sadanobu Matsudaira walked to Inamori's side, and while looking at the distant fortress like Inamori just now, he continued slowly, " In the end, it lasted until the 11th day...Although they are just a bunch of barbarians, their perseverance has to be admired."

"...Well." After the expression on Inamori's face changed for a while, he nodded his head with difficulty, "Although I don't want to admit it...but the behavior of these barbarians these days is more like a samurai than some of us depraved guys."

Inamori turned his gaze back to the Red Moon Fortress.

"According to yesterday's battle report, the gang of barbarians who have lost the outer city wall and have almost no fighters are now at the end of their battle."

"Today—is the last day of this battle."

"I have already prepared the deployment - the second army will continue to attack the city, and the cavalry and iron gunners will rush in to suppress the diehards who are still stubbornly resisting after the city gate is opened."

Matsudaira Sadanobu nodded: "In this fortress, let's plant the 'Shamrock' of our Edo shogunate."

Inamori: "Yes!"

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Red Moon Fortress, on the inner city wall——

When the genius just shone brightly,

The remaining fighters in the Red Moon Fortress are basically in their respective positions.

After days of bloody battles, the soldiers who could still stand and fight on the city walls had basically turned into young people who were too young.

No matter how stupid people are, they can feel it from yesterday's difficult battle-they will be quite difficult today.

They might not be able to hold the fortress today.

The extremely low dark clouds in the sky now are like the spiritual portrayal of most people in the Red Moon Fortress.

Faced with this heavy-hearted situation, everyone showed different reactions.

Some young people showed fear on their faces.

Some young people look resolute.

There are also young people who look calm.

But no matter what kind of emotions the young people showed on their faces, they all stood firmly in their respective positions now, and no one flinched.

Chanup, Retannoe, and Lin Ziping are now standing in the middle of the inner city wall.

"...The time to wait for Hejun to attack is really exhausting." Retannoe said to Chanup beside him abruptly.

"Well, yes," Chanup said.

"Now there are not many people who can come to guard our surroundings, so after the Hejun attack comes up..." Lei Tannoe suddenly showed a smile, "Don't accidentally die. .”

"Yeah." Chanup smiled like Raitannoe at this time, "Raitannoe, you too."

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Machi sat where she had been yesterday, dabbing her Kentucky long rifle with a handkerchief.

The members of her "shooting team" have not yet arrived, so for now Machi is sitting alone in this place.

The Kentucky long rifles in the hands of A-Ming, picked up from the Cossacks who attacked the village of Kina, have made great contributions since yesterday.

After his body recovered to the state of being able to walk normally and fight on the city wall yesterday, Ah-cho had no intention of going back to Kunoya's clinic to lie down again.

Today—Machi will continue to fight today with these rifles of hers.

After cleaning his five rifles one by one, A-Machi raised his head and looked out of the city.

His eyes seemed to be searching for something.

At this moment, an old male voice came from Ah Ding's side to her ears.

"I remember... your name is A-Machi, right? We really have a wonderful fate."

A-Ming followed the voice, and cast a surprised look at the owner of the voice—Tang Shen.

At this moment, Yugami, holding his snow-white Japanese sword in his left hand, was walking slowly towards A-cho.

Tang Shen originally wanted to walk up the stairs to his post, but as soon as he walked up the stairs, he saw A-Ming sitting near the entrance of the stairs.

Tangshen is naturally no stranger to A-Ming.

After thinking for a while, out of courtesy, Tang Shen finally decided to come forward and say hello to this acquaintance.

Although he had a good night's rest, Tang Shen still had a tired look on his face that he couldn't even hide.

Although the right arm no longer trembled lightly, every time he moved the muscles of the right arm, there was still a pang of pain that penetrated into Tang Shen's mind and stimulated Tang Shen's nerves.

"Mr. Tangshen." After putting away the surprise in his eyes for a while, A-Ming smiled faintly at Tangshen, "We are indeed destined..."

"I've been hearing about your heroic deeds since you first climbed the city wall and fought with Mr. Chanup and the others."

"I didn't expect... the pet merchant who used to chat and laugh with us was actually such a skilled swordsman..."

Although A-Ming has been lying in Kunoya's clinic to recuperate his injuries during this period of time, he is not deaf to what is going on outside the window. She has been asking Kunoya how the current battle is going.

Therefore, Ah Ding has long been aware of the struggles of people like Tang Shen and Lin Ziping.

"A skilled swordsman...you really flatter me." Tang Shen smiled wryly and shook his head, "The me now is just an old man whose muscles still have the memory of how to swing a sword and a gun."

After finishing speaking, Tang Shen shook the Japanese sword in his left hand.

"In a few years, I might not even be able to wield a knife."

At this time, Ah-machi's gaze was swaying up and down following Yushen's Japanese sword.

"Well... can I ask a question?" When he asked this sentence, the hesitation on A-Machi's face flickered several times, but in the end—"curiosity" defeated "hesitation".

"Huh? You can ask."

"The style of the sword you use is very different from the ordinary sword... Is this your modified sword? What is that thing hanging on the hilt?"

As a "little craftsman", Atachi, who once modified his Wakisashi, was full of curiosity about the suspected modified knife in Yushen's hand.

"This?" Tang Shen shook the Japanese sword in his left hand again, and the sword tassel hanging on the hilt also shook, "This is called sword tassel, it can be understood as a kind of decoration."

"I didn't modify this knife either. It's not a Dao, it's a Japanese sword."

"Wasao...?" A-Machi shrank his pupils slightly as if recalling something.

"This is a kind of sword from Tang Dynasty. It combines the characteristics of Japanese Dao and Tang sword from Tang Dynasty." With a slight smile on Tang Shen's face, he looked at the knife in his left hand, "Although The body of the sword is very similar to that of a Japanese sword, but there is a big difference between a Japanese sword and a Japanese sword. The weight and center of gravity are very different...Huh? Ms. Machi, what's wrong with you?"

It was only then that Tang Shen realized——A-Machi's expression was a little strange.

"It's nothing... just... I just remembered the rumors I heard before." A-Ming raised his eyes and looked up and down Tangshen several times with strange eyes. "A few months ago, my husband and I heard about the Decades ago, there was a swordsman who wielded Japanese swords and gained a great reputation in the Ou region, but in the end he suddenly disappeared..."

"And that person... is called Shendu Rouzou, also known as Shendu Bujingzhai."

Tang Shen's expression changed rapidly with the fall of A-Machi's voice.

In the end - this rapidly changing complex expression turned into a wry smile with a bit of helplessness.

"I really didn't expect it... After so many years, I can still hear the name 'Shendu Bujingzhai' from people other than Chanup...I thought the world might have forgotten me long ago... ..."

"So... are you really...?" Ah-Ming's expression could hardly conceal the shock.

Facing Machi's surprised gaze, Yugami's response was—a slight nod.

Afterwards, before A-Ming had time to respond further to Tang Shen's nod, Tang Shen asked A-Ming:

"Miss Atachi, can you briefly tell me about the rumors you have heard about me before? I am a little curious."

Speaking of this, Tang God paused.

Then, while showing a complicated expression, he turned his head and looked out of the city.

"If you don't listen now, maybe you won't have a chance in the future..."

"The rumors I've heard about you are not many..."

In as simple a language as possible, A-cho told all kinds of rumors about Shendu impure fast that he had heard in a concise and concise manner.

All the way to talk about "the last time there was a rumor about Shendu, it was Shendu who promoted a certain Yakuza", Tang Shen let out a laugh as if he was amused.

"It's rumored that this kind of thing... three people become tigers..."

After he stopped laughing, Tang Shen shook his head bitterly.

"Miss A-Ming, let me tell you the truth - many of the rumors you have heard are wrong."

"These rumors portray me as a free and easy knight."

"But it's not like that."

Tang Shen let out a long breath, then raised his head, looking at the dark clouds above his head, while showing memories.

"I'm not as good as portrayed in those rumors."

"I was born as a junior samurai in the Yonezawa clan. I have lived a poor life since I was a child."

"The only valuable things in my family are the treasured sword passed down from generation to generation in my hand, as well as the 'Japanese sword technique' and Tang Tu's 'spear technique' that have also been passed down from generation to generation."

"I have suffered from poverty for as long as I can remember."

"So after practicing the 'Japanese Sword Technique' and 'Spearmanship Technique' that the family is proud of to a small degree, I started to practice martial arts."

"My purpose is very simple - follow the example of Miyamoto Musashi 200 years ago, make a name for himself with a sword in his hand, and then be hired as an official to get rid of a poor life."

"That is to say—every time I swing a knife, I go for glory and wealth."

"So at that time, I only did things that would help increase my fame and fortune—such as beheading certain famous swordsmen who had no grievances against me."

"I will not touch anything that is not beneficial to my fame and fortune, or that will bring me huge troubles—such as helping poor villagers get rid of corrupt officials."

Tang Shen shrugged while laughing at himself.

"It's a pity... Times have changed, it's not the chaotic Warring States period two hundred years ago."

"In the troubled times of the Warring States Period two hundred years ago, Miyamoto Musashi could still win high officials and generous salary by virtue of his fame."

"And now, no matter how hard you try, no matter how famous you are, in this era of no war, there are very few daimyos who are willing to hire this kind of foreigner who has nothing but good swordsmanship as an official."

"Of course—maybe it's simply because my luck is relatively bad. In short, I have worked hard for several years, but I am still a low-level samurai who has no big name willing to hire."

"Not only did not make an inch of merit, but he also made countless enemies. Every few days, someone would come to the door to seek revenge."

"However—the rumor that 'the last time I appeared in the public eye, I got rid of a bunch of Yakuza' is true."

"By chance, I passed by a small town and met a little girl whose parents were killed by Yakuza."

"Then I didn't know what to think, and I took out the gang of Yakuza with a knife."

"At that time, seeing that I had no hope of getting an official position, I was already disheartened. I also gradually felt exhausted by the enemies who kept coming to seek revenge."

"So after I got rid of those Yakuzas, I simply ran to Ezodi to live in seclusion."

"Then I met Chanup, who was still a young man at that time, by various chances and coincidences, and then became close friends with Chanup—of course, these are all later."

"Does that mean you have been friends with Mr. Chanup for decades?" A-cho asked back.

"Well, sort of."

"Then you and Mr. Chanup have such a good relationship." A-Ming smiled, "I came here alone to find Mr. Chanup in order to inform Mr. Chanup of the 'invasion with others'."

"Now with the knife again, fighting alongside Mr. Chanup."

"Hahaha." Hearing what A-Machi said, Tang Shen smiled, "Miss A-Machi, you are wrong."

"Running to inform Chanup that 'someone is coming', and then staying here, persuading him to run for his life-this is indeed for friendship."

"But I chose to pull out the knife and help Chanup, not just for friendship."

"I think..."

When Tang Shenhua said this, he suddenly stopped, with his mouth slightly open, as if he was thinking and hesitating about something.

Seeing that Tangshen didn't speak for a long time, Ah-Ming was just thinking about whether to call Tangshen, when he heard the second half of Tangshen's words:

"...Letting Chanup alive is far more valuable than letting someone like me live, so I stand here with a knife in my hand."

A-Machi could clearly hear the change in tone of Tang Shen's words.

The tone in front was still a little low.

But the latter words seemed to be spoken with a suppressed smile—as if he had suddenly let go of a heavy burden.

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, Tang Shen's eyes also showed a dazzling brilliance.

"Thank you, Ms. A-Ming." Tang Shen's mouth was pulled up, and a soft smile slowly bloomed on his face, "I am very happy to be able to talk about this with you when I don't know if I can have dinner tonight. happy."

"There is not much time now. It is time for me to go back to my post."

After finishing speaking, Tang Shen raised the knife and turned to leave.

After pointing his back towards Ating, Tang Shen raised his right hand and raised his right hand towards Ating without turning his head: "I wish you good luck, Miss Ating."

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Outside the city, the shogunate army, the whole army is in the main formation.

"Master Inamori." Inamori's confidant reported respectfully, "All units are ready."

This short sentence from the confidant made Inamori let out a long sigh as if he was relieved.

"Finally...it's time."

"That's right..." The confidant who was reporting to Inamori just now nodded and echoed, "It's finally time to capture the Red Moon Fortress. We've waited too long..."

"The gods were still against me yesterday." Inamori smiled wryly and raised his head, looking at the sky above his head. "At the most critical moment yesterday, there was a snowstorm, which delayed the attack of our artillery array."

"And now, the gods are finally on my side."

"This dark cloud should dissipate in a short time. I'm not afraid of anything now, but I'm afraid that the weather will be unfavorable, and some kind of heavy snowstorm will blow up, forcing our attack to be postponed."

At this moment, the thick dark clouds in the sky are now showing a tendency to spread out. Compared with this morning, the thickness is much thinner.

Originally, when he woke up early this morning and saw such thick dark clouds, Inamori was still a little worried about whether there would be a sudden snowstorm today, which would affect their attack.

Now it seems that there is no need to worry about this matter.

"Send the order to the Second Army." Inamori straightened his waist, waved the military equipment in his palm, and said loudly, "Attack!"

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Woo--! Woo--! Woo--! Woo--!

In these days, the sound of a rushing conch can be heard every day piercing into Tang Shen's ears.

With a Japanese sword in his left hand, Tang Shen, with his arms hanging down naturally, looked at the shogunate army slowly moving outside the city with the sound of conch shells.

Tang Shen felt that his mood was very strange now.

Obviously the battle will start again soon.

Obviously, their side has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, and they may not be able to survive until tonight.

Obviously, I might die today.

But Tang Shen just felt that his mood was very relaxed.

Faintly, I also felt a little joy.

This feeling is actually not unfamiliar to Tang Shen.

He remembers the feeling.

The last time he felt this way was decades ago.

It was the last time he appeared in the public eye.

It was when he stood up for the girl whose parents were killed by Yakuza.

It's been too long, and Tang Shen can't remember the details of what happened at that time.

I just remember that at that time, I wholeheartedly wanted to be appreciated by a certain daimyo, and was awarded a high official and rich salary, but I had been running for many years - nothing. In this era of world honors and wealth, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky if you want to climb up.

I just remember that I just passed by that inconspicuous small town by chance at that time, and then ran into the little girl whose parents were both killed by Yakuza.

I just remembered that after listening to the little girl's story about her own experience, I felt like my head was getting hot for a while, and I attacked the Yakuza's lair with a knife.

I just remember that the gang of Yakuzas were not easy to deal with. Not only were they numerous, but there were also many skilled "former warriors" among them.

Although Tang Shen couldn't remember the details of these things clearly.

But there is only one thing that Tang Shen still remembers very clearly - that is the first time he swung a knife purely for others, not for his own fame and fortune.

When carrying his Japanese sword and striding towards the lair of those Yakuzas, Tang Shen’s feeling at that moment was very similar to now... no, it should be said to be exactly the same - obviously he was doing something right. There are no good things for me, but I feel quite relaxed, and there is still a little joy in the faint.

Destiny tricks people - he is obsessed with fame and fortune, and he wields a knife in order to obtain high officials and generous salary. The last time he wields a knife in the public eye, but it is not for fame and fortune.

Tang Shen didn't know why he felt this way again.

But Tang Shen found out that what he was doing now was very similar to what he was doing when he stood up for the little girl - he was doing things that were not good for him.

And what I did this time was even crazier - last time I just killed a group of Yakuza, but now I am confronting the army of the shogunate.

About why he suddenly changed his mind, forcibly endured the fear of death, and drew his sword to help Chanup—Tang Shen never told anyone.

Or... I don't know how to explain it to others.

Until just now——it was only after chatting with A-Ming that Tang Shen told outsiders why he behaved like this for the first time.

When Tang Shen personally said what he wanted to do and why he wanted to do it, Tang Shen instantly felt like the big stone that had accumulated in his chest fell to the ground.

The mood also turned into this weird relaxed mood with a little joy.

Chanup is not much younger than him, and he is obviously a lot of age, but he is still willing to do everything he can for what he insists on.

Seeing that there was no hope of getting a high official and a good salary, he completely abandoned his ambition, lived in seclusion in Ezo and became a pet trader, and lived a life of no goal for decades, just living for the sake of living.

I am just an old man who is no different from an empty body.

And Chanup's body has not yet become an empty shell like him.

Tang Shen felt a little ashamed about this.

At the same time, I also feel a little envious.

The fortress under my feet is the home of so many people, and it is the "refuge" that Chanup dreamed of building.

Instead of letting an old guy like myself, who is no different from an empty shell, live, it is better to let this extraordinary city continue to survive.

So, with this thought in his mind, he grabbed the knife and climbed onto the city wall. Has been fighting until now.

Yes.

He's now drawing his sword again for something that's not going to do him any good.

In order for this kind of fortress, which is far more valuable than this old guy to survive, to continue to stand!

"kill--!"

"Come on—!"

The shouts and shouts of people charging and killing outside the city have already been heard.

"I'm in a good mood..."

God Tang murmured subconsciously.

The corners of the mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.

Tang Shen now felt that his body was very hot, and the blood in every vessel seemed to be burning.

This feeling that his whole body seemed to be burning made Tang Shen couldn't help recalling the scenes when he was still "Shendu Unclean Zhai" when he confronted a powerful enemy.

This feeling of burning blood has never been felt since she lived in seclusion in Ezo.

"Quick! Take the ladder! Take the ladder!"

"Climb up! Climb up!"

The long ladder of the Hejun has already reached the inner city wall.

Tang Shen ripped off the jacket on his upper body, and with his left hand, he opened the mouth of the Japanese sword stuck on his left waist.

At this moment, Tang Shen felt the youthful past slowly recovering in his body.

Yes.

He felt that he seemed to have become the glorious, young self who was also high-spirited, vowed to gain fame with a knife in his hand, and still had great ambitions.

I'm not Tang Shen, a pet trader who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and doesn't want to cause trouble.

I am Kamito Rouzo of "Unclean Fasting".

I am not someone else.

"Kill all these barbarians!"

"Kill!"

The first batch of soldiers who climbed up the city wall along the long ladder, holding various weapons, came to surround and kill the soldiers and God Tang who appeared in front of them.

"... Japanese sword technique."

Tangshen... No, it should be said that Shendu slowly pulled out the Japanese sword from his waist and raised it above his head.

"Shendu Rouzuo!"

Shendu's voice was raised.

"Come on!"

"bring it on--!"

The roar of the old man whose blood hadn't stopped burning resounded throughout the entire world.

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The sword shadow shakes.

Flesh flew everywhere.

The cold light flickered.

What came into the left ear was the roar and roar.

What came to the right ear was the clanging of spears and swords.

Raising his head, it was like a rain of locust arrows.

Bow your head, there are dead bodies everywhere.

The Ainu over there stared at his red eyes and stabbed another Japanese soldier off the city wall.

The Kazuto over here hugged his arm with bones exposed and howled loudly.

The desperate Ainu people did not budge.

When the spear was gone, he drew the machete.

The machete was gone, so I grabbed the arrow.

When the arrows are gone, go grab Heren's weapons.

There is nothing left, just use the most primitive human weapons such as fists, elbows, knees, and teeth.

They use their best methods to fight against powerful enemies.

This is already a great battle that is destined to leave a strong mark in the millennium war between the Wajin and the Ainu.

This fortress is the stage of the great battle.

Ten thousand peace troops and more than a thousand Ainu people staged the battle on this stage.

Kazuto, who had decided not to delay any day, and the Ainu, who would never back down, coincidentally on this day, pushed the war to the climax of determining the final outcome.

Creepy, but also heart-pounding.

The battlefield where brains and blood fly together is horrific, but also shocking.

As if the heavens were about to peep into the battle, the speed of the dark clouds dissipating further accelerated, and more and more sunlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, sprinkled all over the field.

Inamori, who was the main commander of this great battle, looked indifferently at the fort that was now turned into a blood mill.

And Chanup, who was also the main commander of this battle, stood at the forefront, fighting the enemy bravely, and at the same time boosted everyone's morale.

Even though the battle line was being continuously compressed, Chanup and the others resisted to the death.

There is only one place.

There was only one place where the battle lines were not compressed.

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"Hey! A few more people here! There is a difficult master here!"

"Didn't reinforcements just come here?"

"It is indeed here! But the reinforcements who just arrived were killed in a short while!"

"What? How is it possible?! Didn't the reinforcements who came to your side just now have a full 20... ohhhhhhhhhh—!"

The soldier hadn't finished speaking when he saw the tip of a long spear zooming in his field of vision at a speed that his eyes couldn't catch. When he came back to his senses, the long spear had already pierced his head.

Shendu holds a spear in his left hand and a Japanese sword in his right.

Use a long spear to attack enemies at medium and long distances, and use a Japanese sword to kill enemies who rush in front of him.

Shendu is not very clear about his family background.

All I know is that one of my ancestors was a general of the Ming Army who came to Japan after the Ming Kingdom in Tang Tu fell.

The Japanese sword technique used by Shendu and the spear technique used by Tang Tu all came from this ancestor of his own.

At this moment, Shen Du did everything he could, used what he had learned all his life, and stopped all the Japanese soldiers who appeared in front of him.

Faced with Shendu's spear and sword attack, all the peace troops who came up could be said to be defeated.

The storm-like onslaught formed by guns and swords caused the Japanese soldiers to fall one after another.

The blood that flowed from their bodies was stained everywhere in bright red, converging into red streams, flowing down from the city wall.

The soldiers of the war army who besieged and suppressed Tangshen roared, roared, screamed, and wailed—their voices were all suppressed by Shendu alone.

Only in this place where Shendu is, the battle line has not retreated at all.

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Outside the city, the shogunate army, the entire army's main line——

"...The battle is still quite intense." Sadanobu Matsudaira, who was sitting beside Inamori and checking the battle with a binoculars, said softly.

"My lord, please don't worry." Inamori, who was also using a binoculars to check the battle situation, suppressed a smile and said, "After a while, those barbarians won't be able to hold on anymore."

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!", "Back! Back!", "Don't stay in that place anymore! There are too many people there!"...

There were more and more shouts like this on the city wall.

Chanup's battle line is about to be compressed to the various steps of the inner city wall.

If the battle line retreats any further, the ladder will fall.

The loss of the ladder is equivalent to the loss of the inner city wall.

And the loss of the inner city wall means the loss of the Red Moon Fortress...

Retannoe tightly held the arrow in his hand, and used the arrow as a dagger, piercing the neck of a Japanese soldier in front of him.

But at this moment, a Japanese soldier who was standing not far from Retannoe, who had been waiting for an opportunity, stabbed Retannoe's stomach with his gun.

The tip of the gun sank into Retannoe's stomach. Lei Tannoe was stabbed with a single shot!

"Monsieur Retannoe!"

"Quick! Help Retannoe up!"

Almost at the same time, a similar sound sounded from somewhere not far away.

"Chanup!"

"Get Chanup to a safe place!"

Just now, facing the sea of ​​Japanese soldiers in front of him, Chanup was accidentally stabbed in the chest, and the blood instantly stained the clothes on his chest...

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After piercing the body of a Japanese soldier with another knife, Shendu wanted to take back the Japanese sword, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his right elbow.

It's not pain from an injury.

This is the pain that comes when the body is overwhelmed.

The severe pain made Shendu's movements slow down by half a beat.

And it was this half-beat movement that exposed Shendu's flaws.

A soldier not far away looked at the right time and stabbed Shendu's left shoulder with a shot.

Shen Du, who had no time to dodge, was shot hard on his left shoulder, piercing a big blood hole.

This injury made Shendu's face grim, and he was no longer able to hold the spear in his left hand tightly, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground.

"Successful!"

"Injured him!"

The Japanese soldiers surrounding Shendu cheered.

It's just—they didn't have time to cheer for long, and the scene that appeared in front of them immediately stopped their cheering.

They saw - Shendu, who had lost his spear, was still holding the Japanese sword in his right hand tightly, staring at them with both eyes, and set up a posture to draw the sword.

He still does not fall.

Still not retreating.

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Although Chanup and the others have tried their best, it is difficult to make up for the material gap with spirit.

Inamori and Matsudaira Sadanobu saw the battle line that Chanup and the others pushed back and forth with their binoculars.

"Hahaha." Inamori put down the binoculars, clapped his hands and laughed, "Probably in less than half an hour, the Red Moon Fortress will be completely captured."

Inamori gave a relieved smile.

Matsudaira Sadanobu also showed a slight smile at this time.

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"I'm fine..." Chanup covered his chest with his left hand and stood up, "There is no serious injury."

"Mr. Chanup! What should we do now?" A young voice was shouted anxiously from Chanup's side.

Chanup looked around - there were densely packed Japanese soldiers in front of him.

And behind him is a staircase in the inner city wall.

Around him—there are not many people left.

In this situation, there is not much that can be done.

Chanup was only silent for a moment, then put down the hand that was covering the wound on his chest, and grabbed his bow again.

"People who are still willing to follow me! Come with me!"

Chanup knew they could no longer hold the walls.

They have lost the battle.

But even after losing the battle, at the last moment, Chanup wanted to fall on the counterattack.

Chanup led the already few soldiers, and roared to launch a passionate but desperate counterattack against the people in front of him...

Similar hopeless scenes can be seen everywhere on the inner city walls.

Many people gave up their defense because they knew they couldn't hold it anymore, and launched a counterattack against Kazuto in front of them, completely disregarding their own lives...

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"Miss A-Machi! Miss A-Machi!"

Ahili, who is also covered in blood now, found Ah Ding in the midst of the chaos.

Just like yesterday, A-Machi and the members of his "sniper team" carried out the shooting support that was resolutely and resolutely, even though it was a drop in the bucket.

At this moment, around A-cho and the others, there were not many soldiers left to protect A-cho and other shooters.

It probably won't be long before the soldiers of the Japanese army can completely break through the defense and kill A-Machi and the others.

"The city wall can no longer be defended! (Ainu language)"

After finding and running to Ah-Ming's side, Ashley spoke quickly with a sad face.

"I'll take you to find a place to hide in the city! You might survive this way!"

Ahili didn't want his favorite Acho to die in the war between the Ainu and the people.

That's why she just desperately went to find Ding, and then persuaded Ding to follow her. She took Ding to hide somewhere in the city, so she might survive.

Facing Ashley's anxious persuasion, Ah-cho's reaction was - indifferent.

As soon as Ashley came over, A-Ming inexplicably put aside the task of "assisting sniping", raised his head, and looked towards the southeast of the fortress—as if he was looking at something in the distance.

Seeing that Ding didn't respond, Ahili, who was in a state of anxiety and panic, remembered that he didn't bring a translator, so Ding might not have understood what she just said.

Just when Ashley was anxiously thinking about where to find an interpreter to persuade A-cho with her——

"...Ahili. Be happy."

"Huh?" Although Ashley couldn't understand Japanese, she could understand the name "Ahile" and knew that Ahimachi was calling her.

A-Machi smiled and turned his gaze back to the southeast, and looked at Ashley.

Ashley noticed—Ah-ding's body was trembling slightly, and his eye sockets were slightly red.

"A miracle—it really happened."

...

...

Outside the city, southeast—

Most of the dark clouds in the southeast sky had dissipated at some point, and streaks of golden light poured out from among the clouds, twisted into huge beams of light, holding up the heaven and the earth.

"...Ogata-kun, we seem to have arrived in time."

"Well. It should be. But the situation in the city seems not to be optimistic."

"It doesn't matter! It's good if we can catch up! We came here alone and three horses. If we don't catch up, then I will die of depression."

Under the beam of light that stretched the sky and the earth, two knights emerged from the horizon one after the other.

The one who walked slightly behind the two had red hair and a scimitar full of exotic features.

The person walking a little ahead was a yellow man with black hair and black eyes. He was wearing a set of blue and gold armor, which reflected dazzling light under the sunlight, like a god coming down to earth.

"Ogata-kun." The red-haired young man briefly glanced at the 10,000-strong army in the distance, then looked at the young man in blue and gold armor walking in front of him, "Which direction are you planning to attack from?"

"Of course they attacked from the direction closest to the enemy's main formation." The young man in armor—that is, Ogata said softly.

As soon as Ogata's words fell, the sound of "Kara", "Kara" horseshoes stamped on the ground came from behind the two of them.

I saw the horizon behind the two, like a rising tide, slowly rising dozens of knights arranged in a tight wedge formation.

...

...

Red Moon Fortress, inside the city——

"Mom! What are you in a daze for? Come hide with me!"

Ahili's mother, persuading Ahili's grandma.

At this moment, Ahili's mother and grandma are in an open space in the Red Moon Fortress.

Mom heard that the city wall was about to fall, so she anxiously took grandma to find a place to hide.

However—just now, Grandma froze in place as if she had seen something extraordinary, staring blankly at the southeast sky.

Mom even yelled several times, but grandma was unmoved.

Just when my mother didn't know what to do, grandma finally responded.

"The pillar of fire that pierces through the sky..."

Grandma murmured in a low voice what mother could not understand.

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Although today's chapter is even later, the author himself feels that this chapter is not only large in volume, but also of high quality. In the past two days, I feel that I am in a surprisingly good state, and my inspiration is flowing like a spring.

The last time I felt this way was the "Ssangyong War" and "The Battle of Nijo Castle" in Volume 5.

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