Chapter 935 Qingden’s “new form”: Incarnation of [Yaksha]! [4500]
Gensaburo Inoue turned his head and shouted at the team members behind him:
"Hurry! Everyone is following!"
Behind him, countless teams of soldiers followed closely and fiercely, marching along the bloody path Qingdeng and his party had fought to the top of the mountain and towards the enemy's main line.
The words Qingdeng said just now - "It's just that the enemy has become a little stronger, and you are at a loss what to do. 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 a state of disarray.
The few remaining survivors were basically breathing in but not breathing out. They fell to the ground and were 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 the result of a victory created by just four people!
Even Genzaburo Inoue and others who were members of the "Tribeikan Faction" and were familiar with Ayoto, Souji and others were also 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 General Secretary 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 she had no chance to breathe in the true sense!
It was only when her chest started to hurt due to lack of oxygen that she realized belatedly that she had not 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, it seems like 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 ventilation, 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, the director'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 has extensive experience in how to cover up her cough.
If you can bear it, bear with 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 medical chief Akizaburo Nanjo 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 relieve the condition, but cannot cure it.
When the war started, the General Secretary did not 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 hard to hold back.
——Please...! Just hold on a little longer...!
She gently touched 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 troops to attack at the moment, the three of them were able to devote their energy to caring for each other while chasing Qingdeng.
Nagakura Shinpachi turned his head and looked at Saitoichi next to him:
"Hey, Saito, are you okay?"
I saw Saitoichi's face as pale as paper, his dry lips without any blood, 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 Kijinmaru Kunishige in his hand firmly, he tore off a strip of cloth from the haori and tightly wrapped it around his right palm and the handle of the knife.
Facing Nagakura Shinpachi's concern, Saitoichi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly:
"I'm fine. Instead of caring about me, you should care about yourself first. The injury on your leg is okay, right?"
As he spoke, he lowered his gaze and looked at Nagakura Shinpachi's right thigh - most of the latter's hakama was dyed a terrifying dark red with blood!
Just now, an enemy soldier took advantage of Nagakura Shinpachi's inattention and launched a sneak attack from the blind spot of his vision, slashing at his chest.
With his rich combat experience and extraordinary reaction speed, Nagakura Shinpachi dodged in time.
Although the chest was spared from this disaster,... the thigh was scraped by the opponent's blade. The wound was deep and blood flowed profusely!
Nagakura Shinpachi is indeed a battle-hardened veteran.
Seeing that his thigh was injured, he calmly took out the linen he carried with him from his arms and used it to tie the root of his thigh tightly, successfully stopping the bleeding.
In fact, the thighs can be regarded as one of the fatal wounds of the human body.
The inner thigh is densely covered with important arteries and blood vessels. If they rupture, it will cause severe blood loss!
He lost a lot of blood due to his thigh injury... There are not many such dead people.
Nagakura Shinpachi twitched his lips and grinned:
"It's just a little flesh wound, nothing to worry about!"
Although he tried his best to act like he was fine, anyone could see that the injury that stained most of his hakama tube red could be a minor injury.
When it comes to the degree of paleness of his face, Nagakura Shinpachi is 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 topic and turned to look at Souji.
"Soji, can you still hold on?"
Like Saito Ichi, Souji who takes the "high attack, high burst" route is not known for his physical strength.
Therefore, her expression was also very bad - of course, her frail appearance was largely due to tuberculosis.
The general manager shook his head gently:
"I'm fine."
After finishing speaking, she paused for a moment, then raised her gaze and cast a worried look at Qingden in front of her.
"...To be honest, I think Qingdeng is the one who should be cared about the most right now."
When Nagakura and Saito heard this, they both had complicated expressions on their faces.
Saito nodded slightly and murmured:
"Well, I feel the same..."
Nagakura Shinpachi smacked his lips:
"Mr. Tachibana's current state... is as if he wants to die...!"
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"Huh...! Huh...! Huh...! Huh...!"
The rapid breathing formed an overwhelming sound barrier.
Qingden breathed with his mouth and nose together, extracting energy for action from oxygen.
Even though his oxygen intake could no longer keep up with his consumption, he did not let his pace slow down at all.
He doesn't leave himself any time to rest.
Kill, kill, kill again!
Sprint, sprint, sprint again!
Never stopped or rested.
This completely lifeless fighting style... Nagakura Shinpachi put it right: It's like begging for death!
Even with the blessings of talents such as "Block Blood +7", "Yuan Yang +7", "Iron Lung +5", etc., they still cannot withstand such consumption.
The muscles in his legs had long been groaning in pain, and his lungs were overwhelmed.
Although intense pain and fatigue dominated his whole body, Qingden looked like a robot, with no expression on his face and no emotion in his eyes.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with calling him a robot - because he can't feel anything now!
He felt no pain, no fatigue... even the annoyance and anxiety that had been occupying his heart just now disappeared.
Emotions become weak and memories become blurred.
He only remembered that he was thinking about defeating the enemy formation in front of him, rushing to Kanto, and thinking about becoming stronger.
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Becoming more powerful - 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.
Immediately afterwards, my hearing became strange.
Apart from his own breathing, he could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.
At this moment, the director-general and others who were far behind him were all calling him desperately.
The general secretary and others were exhausted, but Qingteng did not show any signs of fatigue. Not only did he not slow down, but he went faster and faster!
In this way, the gap between the two parties is getting wider and wider, and there is a risk of disconnection.
The general manager and others raised their voices and loudly reminded Qingteng to slow down.
But... Qingdeng could no longer hear their voices.
Gradually, following vision and hearing, Qingdeng's consciousness gradually entered a state of half-dream and half-awake.
In a daze, he felt like he... seemed to be integrated with the world!
Although he can't see or hear clearly, his senses are extremely sharp! No slightest movement can escape his perception!
This feeling... Qingdeng is no stranger to it.
He's been through it before.
Just a few months ago during the Summer Formation in Kyoto, when he personally risked his own arrows to attack Mount Tenno, he had entered such a state!
Incomparably wonderful state...
Extremely powerful state!
Suddenly, there was a series of gunshots in front of him - several bullets were fired from the grass 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 after swaying lightly for a few times.
Immediately afterwards, black shadows surged... Enemies rushed towards Qingdeng from different directions like a tide!
At the moment when the enemy group appeared, Qingden clenched the knife in his hand, turned into feathers, and rose into the air! He rushed into the enemy's white-blade 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..."
"Watch 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 Elite Team tried their best, but they still lost to Qingdeng!
Some were pierced through 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 pace at all! People can't help but wonder whether their sacrifices are meaningful!
It was so easy...so easy! Qingdeng killed them with great ease, as if he had 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 faintly on 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 galloped across the battlefield with ease, killing enemies 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 Qibing Team——
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 already 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, our mission has been only one: 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! Evacuate to the east foot! Move quickly!"
Under the orderly command of Omura Masujiro, the soldiers of this formation quickly and without chaos packed up their equipment and equipment and moved to the east foot.
After a while, only Takasugi Shinsaku was left on the huge mountain top.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. He closed his eyes with a look full of emotion on his face. 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.
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Because I was so high last night, I finally fell asleep at 3 o'clock in the morning... (Crying Leopard Head)