After the storm and snow yesterday, the dark clouds that finally dispersed gathered again, forming layers upon layers without even a ray of sunlight penetrating.
Although it is daybreak, due to thick dark clouds blocking the sunlight, the brightness is only slightly better than at night.
Today is the 13th day since Ogata left Red Moon Fortress.
Today is the 11th day of the attack and defense of Red Moon Fortress.
In the main formation of the shogunate army, Inamori crossed his arms and looked at the scarred castle in the distance with an expressionless face.
"Victory is finally coming." At this time, a voice came from behind Daomori that surprised Daomori.
"Lao Naka-sama..." Inamori turned to look at Sadanobu Matsudaira, who was slowly walking toward him with his hands behind his back.
"I thought those barbarians could only last three or four days at most." Matsudaira Sadanobu walked to Inamori's side, looking at the distant fortress like Inamori just now, and continued to say slowly, "
In the end, they lasted until the 11th day... Although they are just a bunch of barbarians, I have to admire their perseverance."
"...Hmm." After the expression on Inamori's face changed for a while, he nodded with difficulty, "Although I don't want to admit it...but these barbarians have behaved more like samurai these days than some of the depraved guys among us."
Daomori turned his attention back to Red Moon Fortress.
"According to yesterday's battle report, the barbarians, who have lost the outer city wall and have few warriors to fight with, are now at the end of their tether."
"Today is the last day of this battle."
"I have made arrangements now - the Second Army will continue to attack the city, and the cavalry and iron gunners will be ready to rush in and suppress the die-hards who are still resisting after the city gate is opened."
Matsudaira Sadanobu nodded: "On this fortress, let's insert the 'Sanye Kui' of our Edo shogunate."
Inamori: "Yes!"
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Red Moon Fortress, inner city wall——
When the genius had just begun to shine, the remaining soldiers of the Red Moon Fortress were basically at their respective posts.
After days of bloody battles, the soldiers who are still fighting on the city walls have basically turned into young men who are too young.
No matter how stupid a person is, they can feel from yesterday's difficult battle that they will be quite difficult today.
They might not be able to defend the city today.
The extremely low dark clouds in the sky now are like a reflection of the hearts of most people in the Red Moon Fortress.
Faced with this heartbreaking situation, everyone showed different reactions.
Some young people looked terrified.
Some young people have resolute faces.
There are also some young people who look calm.
But no matter what kind of emotions the young people show on their faces, they are now firmly standing in their respective positions, and no one has flinched.
Chanup, Retannoe, Lin Ziping and others are now standing in the middle of the inner city wall.
"...The time spent waiting for the Japanese army to attack is indeed very tiring." Retannoe said to Chanupu beside him without hesitation.
"Well, yes." Chanup said.
"There are not many people who can protect us now, so when the army attacks..." Retannoe suddenly showed a smile at this time, "Don't accidentally die.
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"Yeah." Chanupu also smiled like Retannoe at this time, "Retannoe, you too."
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Atachi sat where she had been yesterday, gently wiping her Kentucky long rifle with a handkerchief.
The members of her "shooting team" haven't arrived yet, so Atachi is sitting alone in this place.
The Kentucky long rifles that Omachi held in his hands, which he had picked up from the Cossacks who had previously attacked the village of China, had made great contributions since yesterday.
After his body recovered to the state where he could walk normally and fight on the city wall yesterday, Atachi had no intention of going back to Kunoa's clinic to lie down.
Today——A-Machi will take these rifles of hers and continue to fight today.
After wiping 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 the side of Ating and reached her ears.
"I remember...your name is A-Machi, right? We really have a wonderful fate, right?"
A-Machi followed the sound and cast a surprised look at the owner of the sound, Yugami.
At this moment, Yugami, holding his snow-white Japanese sword in his left hand, was slowly walking towards O-Machi.
Yugami originally just wanted to walk up the stairs to his post, but as soon as he stepped onto the stairs, he saw Atachi who was sitting near the stairs.
Yugami is naturally no stranger to Atachi.
After thinking for a moment, out of etiquette, 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 his right arm no longer trembles slightly, every time he moves the muscles of his right arm, pain still penetrates into Tang Shen's mind and stimulates Tang Shen's nerves.
"Mr. Yugami." After a little bit of the surprise in his eyes, A-Machi smiled faintly at Yugami, "We are indeed destined..."
"I have been hearing about your heroic deeds since you started climbing the city wall and fighting with Mr. Chanup and the others."
"I really didn't expect...the pet dealer who used to chat and laugh with us was actually such an accomplished swordsman..."
Although Omachi has been lying in Kunoa's clinic to recuperate during this period, she has not turned a deaf ear to what is happening outside the window. She has been asking Kunoa about the current war situation.
Therefore, Ah Ding naturally already knew about the struggles of people like Tang Shen and Lin Ziping.
"You are a skilled swordsman...you really praise me." Tang Shen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Now I am just an old man whose muscles still have the memory of how to wield a sword and a gun."
After saying that, Tang Shen shook the Japanese sword he held in his left hand.
"In a few years, I might not even be able to wield a knife."
At this time, Omachi's eyes were moving up and down following Yugami's Japanese sword.
"Um...can you let me ask you a question?" When he asked this question, the hesitation on Ating's face flashed several times, but in the end - "curiosity" defeated "hesitation".
"Hmm? Just 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 handicraft master", A-machi has also modified his own wakizashi. He is full of curiosity about the knife in Yugami's hand that seems to have also been modified.
"Is this one?" Tang Shen shook the Japanese sword he held in his left hand again, and the sword tassel hanging on the handle also swayed. "This is called a sword tassel, and it can be understood as a kind of decoration."
"I didn't modify this sword. It's not a Japanese sword. It's a Japanese sword."
"Japanese sword...?" As if remembering something, Ah Ding's pupils shrank slightly.
"This is a kind of sword from Tang Dynasty. It combines the characteristics of Japanese katana and Tang sword from Tang Dynasty." There was a slight smile on Tang Shen's face, looking at the knife held in his left hand, "Although
The blade of the sword is very similar to that of a katana, but there is a big difference between a Japanese sword and a katana. The weight and center of gravity are very different... huh? Ms. Atachi, what's wrong with you?"
Only then did Tang Shen realize that there was something strange about Atachi's expression.
"It's nothing... I just... I remembered the rumors I heard before." A-Machi raised his eyes and looked at Tang Shen up and down several times with strange eyes, "A few months ago, my husband and I heard that in
Decades ago, there was a swordsman who wielded Japanese swords and became famous in the Ou area, but in the end there was suddenly no news..."
"And that person... his name is Shendu Rouzao, also known as Shendu Bujuzhai."
Yugami's expression changed rapidly as Atachi's words fell.
In the end - this rapidly changing complex expression turned into a wry smile with a hint of helplessness.
"I really didn't expect... 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...
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"So...are you really...?" A-Machi's expression could no longer conceal his shock.
Facing the surprised look cast by A-Machi, Yugami's response was to nod lightly.
Then, before A-Machi could react further to Yugami's nod, Yugami asked A-Machi:
"Ms. Atachi, can you briefly tell me about the rumors you have heard about me before? I'm a little curious."
Having said this, Tang Shen paused.
Then, with a complicated expression on his face, he turned his head and looked outside the city.
"If you don't listen now, you might not have a chance in the future..."
"The rumors I have heard about you are actually not many..."
In as simple a language as possible, A-Machi told the various rumors he had heard about the Shinto Bujusai incident in a concise and concise manner.
After talking about "the last rumor about Shendu, it was Shendu that made a certain Yakuza family famous", Tang Shen laughed as if he was amused.
"This kind of thing is rumored... It's really like three people become a tiger..."
After he stopped laughing, Tang Shen shook his head with a bitter look on his face.
"Miss Atachi, let me tell you the truth - many of the rumors you have heard are wrong."
"These rumors paint me as some kind of free and easy knight."
"But that's not actually the case."
Tang Shen let out a long breath, then raised his head, looking at the dark clouds above his head with memories on his face.
"I am not as beautiful as those rumors portray me."
"I am a low-level samurai from Yonezawa Domain. I have lived a poor life since I was a child."
"The only valuable things in my family are the sword in my hand that has been passed down from generation to generation, as well as the 'Japanese sword skills' and Tang Tu's 'gun skills' that have also been passed down from generation to generation."
"Since I can remember, I have suffered from poverty."
"So after I achieved some success in practicing the 'Japanese Swordsmanship' and 'Spearmanship' that my family is proud of, I started training as a warrior."
"My purpose is very simple - to imitate Miyamoto Musashi two hundred years ago, make a name for myself with the sword in my hand, and then be hired as an official to get rid of my poor life."
"That is to say - every time I swing my sword, I go for glory and wealth."
"So at that time, I only did things that would help enhance my fame and fortune - such as killing some famous swordsmen who had no enmity against me."
"I will not touch anything that is not conducive to improving my fame or fortune, or that will bring me huge trouble - such as helping poor villagers get rid of corrupt officials."
Tang Shen laughed at himself and shrugged.
"It's a pity... times have changed. It's no longer the troubled times of the Warring States Period two hundred years ago."
"Two hundred years ago, during the turbulent Warring States Period, Miyamoto Musashi was still able to obtain high-ranking officials and generous salaries by making a name for himself."
"And now, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you build a reputation, in this era of war, there are very few daimyo willing to hire an outsider with no other talents besides being good at wielding a sword as an official."
"Of course - maybe it's just because I have bad luck. In short, I have worked hard for several years, but I am still a low-level samurai with no big name willing to hire."
"Not only has there been no success, but I have also made countless enemies. Every now and then, someone will come to my door to seek revenge."
"However - the rumor that 'the last time I appeared in the public eye was when I killed a bunch of Yakuza' is correct."
"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. I picked up the knife and solved the Yakuza gang."
"At that time, seeing that there was no hope of getting an official position, I was already disheartened. I gradually felt exhausted and exhausted by the enemies that kept coming to seek revenge."
"So after I dealt with the Yakuza gang, I simply ran to Ezochi to live in seclusion."
"Then I met Chanup, who was still a young man at that time, through various opportunities and coincidences, and then we became close friends - of course, these are all things for a later time."
"Does that mean you and Mr. Chanup have been friends for decades?" Amachi asked.
"Well, that's right."
"Then the relationship between you and Mr. Chanupu is really good." A-Machi smiled, "In order to inform Mr. Chanupu of the 'Japanese invasion', I came here alone to find Mr. Chanupu."
"Now he is holding a knife and fighting alongside Mr. Chanup."
"Hahaha." Hearing what Ating said, Tang Shen smiled and said, "Miss Ating, you said it wrong."
"He came to inform Chanupu that 'he is invading,' and then stayed here, urging him to run for his life - this is indeed for the sake of friendship."
"But when I chose to draw my knife and help Chanup, it wasn't just for the sake of friendship."
"I think..."
When Tang Shinhwa said this, he suddenly stopped and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was thinking or hesitating about something.
Seeing that Yugami didn't speak for a long time, A-Machi was just thinking about whether to call Yugami out loud when he heard the second half of Yugami's words:
"...Keeping Chanup alive is far more valuable than keeping people like me alive, so I stand here with a knife."
Amachi could clearly hear the change in the tone of Yugami's words.
The tone before was still a bit low.
But the next words seemed to be said while suppressing a smile - as if a huge burden had been suddenly let go.
When he said the second half of the sentence, Tang Shen's eyes also shone with a dazzling light.
"Thank you, Ms. Atachi." Yugami pulled up the corners of his mouth, and a soft smile slowly bloomed on his face, "I feel very happy to be able to talk to you about this when I don't know if I can still have dinner tonight.
Happy."
"There isn't much time now. It's time for me to return to my post."
After saying that, Tang Shen picked up the knife and turned around to leave.
After turning his back towards A-Machi, Yushen raised his right hand and waved towards A-Machi without turning his head: "I wish you good luck in martial arts, Miss A-Machi."
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Outside the city, the shogunate army and the entire army formed their main formation.
"Lord Inamori." Inamori's cronies reported respectfully, "All units are ready."
The confidant's brief words made Inamori let out a long sigh as if he was relieved.
"Finally...it's time."
"Yes..." The confidant who had just reported to Daomori nodded and agreed, "It's finally time to capture the Red Moon Fortress. We have waited too long..."
"The gods were still against me yesterday." Daomori raised his head with a wry smile and looked at the sky above his head. "At the most critical moment yesterday, there was a wind and snow, which delayed the attack of our artillery array."
"And now, the gods are finally on my side."
"It won't take long for these dark clouds to dissipate. I'm not afraid of anything right now. I'm just afraid that the weather will be unfavorable and there will be some heavy wind and snow, which will force our attack to be postponed."
At this moment, the originally thick dark clouds in the sky were now spreading, and their thickness was much thinner than this morning.
Originally, when he woke up early this morning and saw such thick dark clouds, Daomori was 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 up, waved the military equipment in his palm, and loudly said, "Attack!"
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woo woo woo woo--!
During these days, the sound of a conch that could be heard every day pierced Tang Shen's ears.
Tang Shen, holding a Japanese sword in his left hand and his arms hanging naturally, looked at the shogunate army outside the city that was slowly moving with the sound of conch shells.
Tang Shen feels that he is in a strange mood now.
Obviously the war is about to start again.
It's obvious that their side has fallen into an absolute disadvantage and may not be able to survive until tonight.
It was obvious that he might die today.
But Tang Shen just felt that he was in a very relaxed mood.
Faintly, I felt a little excited.
This feeling is actually not unfamiliar to Tang Shen.
He remembers this feeling.
The last time he felt like this 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 only remember that at that time, I wholeheartedly wanted to be appreciated by a certain famous family and be granted a high official position and a generous salary, but after working hard for many years, I got nothing. In this era of nobles and nobles, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
I only remember that I just happened to pass by that inconspicuous town, and then I met the little girl whose parents were killed by Yakuza.
I just remember that after listening to the little girl tell her story, I felt as if my head was on fire for a moment, so I took a knife and attacked the lair of the Yakuza gang.
I just remember that the group of Yakuza are not small characters that are easy to deal with. Not only are there a large number of them, but there are also many highly skilled "original samurai" among them.
Although Tang Shen can’t remember the details of these things clearly.
But there is only one thing that Tang Shen still remembers very clearly - that was the first time he wielded a knife purely for others, not for his own fame and fortune.
When he was holding his Japanese sword and striding towards the lair of the Yakuza gang, Tang Shen's feelings at that moment were very similar to those now... no, it should be said to be exactly the same - he was clearly doing something against his will.
It's nothing good for me, but I feel quite relaxed and a little bit excited.
Fate twists people - he is obsessed with fame and fortune, and wields a knife to obtain high-ranking officials and generous salaries. The last time he wields a knife in public view, it is not for fame and fortune.
Tang Shen didn't know why he felt like this again.
But Tang Shen discovered that what he was doing now was very similar to what he had done when he stood up for that little girl - both were doing things that were of no benefit to him.
And what he did this time was even crazier - last time he just killed a group of Yakuza, but now he was facing off against the shogunate's army.
As for why he suddenly changed his mind, resisted the fear of death, and drew his sword to help Chanupu - Tang Shen never told anyone.
In other words... I never know how to explain it to others.
It wasn't until just now - until after chatting with Atachi, that Yugami told an outsider why he was like this for the first time.
When Tang Shen told himself what he wanted to do and why he wanted to do it, he instantly felt as if a big stone had been lifted from his chest.
My mood also changed into this weird relaxed mood with a little bit of excitement.
Chanup is not much younger than him, he is obviously a lot older, but he is still willing to do everything he can for what he insists on.
But after he saw that there was no hope of getting a high-ranking official and a generous salary, he completely gave up his ambition and lived in seclusion in Ezo as a pet dealer. He lived a life that had no goals and lived simply for the sake of living for decades.
He is nothing more than an old man with an empty body.
But Chanup's body has not yet become an empty shell like his.
Tang Shen felt a little ashamed of this.
At the same time, I also felt a little envious.
The city under his feet is the home of so many people, and it is the "sanctuary" that Chanup dreams of building.
Rather than letting an old guy like himself, who is no different than an empty shell, live, it would be better to let this meaningful city continue to exist.
So, with this thought in his mind, he grabbed the knife and climbed onto the city wall. He has been fighting until now.
Yes.
Now he is once again drawing his sword for something that does him no good.
In order to let this kind of city, which is far more valuable than this old guy, continue to stand!
"kill--!"
"Come on—!"
The shouts of killing from Kazuto who were charging outside the city had already been heard.
"I feel so good..."
Tang Shen seemed to murmur subconsciously.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.
Tang Shen now feels that his body is very hot, and the blood in every blood vessel seems to be burning.
This feeling that his whole body seemed to be on fire made Tang Shen couldn't help but recall the scene when he was still a "Shendu Bu Jing Zhai" and fought against powerful enemies.
This feeling of burning blood has never been felt since I lived in seclusion in Ezo.
"Quick! Take the elevator! Take the elevator!"
"Climb up! Climb up!"
The long ladder of the Japanese army has been set up on the inner city wall.
Tangshen pulled off the coat on his upper body and opened the mouth of the Japanese sword inserted in his left waist with his left hand.
At this moment, Tang Shen felt that his youthful past was slowly reviving in his body.
Yes.
He felt as if he had become the glorious, young self he once was, who was also high-spirited, vowed to gain fame with the sword in his hand, and still had lofty ambitions.
I am not the pet dealer Tang Shen who is afraid of death and doesn't even want to cause more trouble.
I am "Bujuzhai" Shendu Juzo.
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 towards the soldiers who appeared in front of them, to attack Tang Shen.
"...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.
"Shinto Juzo!"
Shendu's voice rose in pitch.
"Come on!"
"bring it on--!"
The old man's roar, whose blood had not stopped burning, resounded throughout the world.
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The shadow of the sword shook.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Cold light flashes.
What passed into my left ear was shouting and roaring.
What passed into my right ear was the clang of guns and swords.
When he raised his head, it was like a rain of locust arrows.
Looking down, there are dead bodies everywhere.
The Ainu over there stared with red eyes and stabbed another Japanese soldier off the city wall.
The Kazuto here held his arms with white bones exposed and howled loudly.
The Ainu people, who were in dire straits, refused to give in.
When the spear was gone, he took out his sword.
The sword was gone, so he grabbed the arrow.
When the arrows are gone, go grab Kazuto's weapon.
There is nothing left, so just use fists, elbows, knees, teeth and other human beings' most primitive weapons.
They use all the methods they can to fight against powerful enemies.
This is a battle that is destined to leave a lasting mark in the thousand-year war between Kazuto and the Ainu.
This fort was the stage for this great battle.
Ten thousand Japanese soldiers and more than a thousand Ainu people staged this battle on this stage.
Kazuto, who had decided not to delay for another day, and the Ainu, who would never retreat, coincided with each other on this day to push the war to the climax to determine the final outcome.
Creepy, but also heartwarming.
The battlefield where brains and blood fly together is horrific, and at the same time shocking to people.
As if the sky wanted to take a peek at this battle, the dark clouds dispersed faster, and more and more sunlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, spreading all over the fields.
As the main commander of this war, Daomori looked indifferently at the city that had now been turned into a flesh and blood mill.
Chanup, who was also the main commander of this war, stood at the forefront, fighting the enemy bravely and boosting everyone's morale.
Even though the battle front is being continuously compressed, Chanupu and the others are still resisting to the death.
There is only one place.
There was only one place where the front line was not compressed.
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"Hey! Here are a few more people! There is a tough master here!"
"Didn't reinforcements just arrive here?"
"They are indeed here! But the reinforcements that just came were killed after a while!"
"What? How is that possible?! Didn't the reinforcements that came to your side just now have 20... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Before the soldier could finish his words, he saw the tip of a spear zooming into his field of vision at a speed that was difficult for his eyes to catch - and by the time he came to his senses, the spear had already pierced his head.
Shendu holds a spear in his left hand and a Japanese sword in his right hand.
He uses his spear to attack enemies at medium and long distances, and his Japanese sword to kill enemies that rush in front of him.
Shendu is not very clear about his family background.
I only know that one of my ancestors was a former Ming army general who crossed east to Japan after the Ming Dynasty in Tang Dynasty fell.
The Japanese sword skills used by Shendu and the spear-wielding skills of Tang Tu both came from this ancestor of his.
At this moment, Shendu used all he had and what he had learned throughout his life to intercept all the Japanese soldiers who appeared in front of him.
Facing Shendu's attack with guns and swords, all the Japanese troops who came up were completely defeated.
The fierce attack composed of guns and swords caused the Japanese soldiers to fall one after another.
The blood flowing from their bodies was stained with bright red everywhere, forming red creeks and flowing down from the city wall.
The Japanese soldiers who surrounded and suppressed Tang Shen roared, roared, screamed, and wailed—their voices were all suppressed by the mighty voice of Shendu.
Only in this place where Shendu is located, the battle line has not retreated at all.
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Outside the city, the shogunate army, the entire army's main formation——
"...The battle situation is still quite fierce." Matsudaira Sadanobu, sitting next to Inamori, using a telescope to check the battle situation, said softly.
"Lord Zhong, please rest assured." Daomori, who was also using a telescope to check the battle situation, said while suppressing a smile, "After a while, those barbarians will not be able to hold on anymore."
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"Ahhhhhhhh-!", "Back! Back!", "Don't stay in that place anymore! There are too many people there!"...
There were more and more shouts similar to this on the city walls.
Chanup's battle line was almost compressed to the steps of the inner city wall.
If the battle line retreats further, the stairs will be lost.
The loss of the stairs is equivalent to the loss of the inner city wall.
The fall of the inner city wall means the fall of the Red Moon Fortress...
Retannoe clenched the arrow in his hand, used it as a dagger, and pierced the neck of a Japanese soldier in front of him.
But at this moment, a Japanese soldier who was standing not far from Retannoe and had been waiting for an opportunity to move saw the right moment and stabbed Retannoe in the belly with his gun.
The head of the gun sank into Retannoe's belly. Retannoe was directly stabbed to death!
"Mr. Retannoe!"
"Quick! Help Retannoe up quickly!"
Almost at the same moment, a similar sound sounded from somewhere not far away.
"Chanup!"
"Carry Chanup to a safe place quickly!"
Just now, facing a sea of Japanese soldiers in front of him, Chanup was accidentally hit in the chest by a knife, and the blood instantly dyed the clothes on his chest red...
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After stabbing the body of a Japanese soldier with another knife, Shendu wanted to take the Japanese sword back, but a sharp pain suddenly appeared in his right elbow.
This is not the pain of an injury.
This is the pain caused by the body being overwhelmed.
The severe pain caused Shendu's movements to slow down for half a beat.
And it was this half-shot movement that exposed Shendu's flaw.
A soldier not far away saw the right moment and stabbed Shendu in the left shoulder.
Shendu had no time to dodge, and was hit hard by the shot on his left shoulder, leaving a large bloody hole.
This injury made Shendu's face look ferocious, and he was no longer able to hold the spear in his left hand tightly, and the gun fell to the ground.
"Success!"
"Hit him!"
The Japanese soldiers surrounding Shendu cheered.
But - before they could cheer for long, the scene that appeared in front of them immediately brought their cheers to an abrupt end.
They saw Shendu, who had lost his spear, still holding the Japanese sword in his right hand tightly, staring at them, and getting ready to draw the sword.
He still doesn't fall.
Still not retreating.
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Although Chanupu and the others have tried their best, the material gap is difficult to make up for with spirit.
Inamori, Matsudaira Sadanobu and the others could see clearly with their binoculars the battle line that Chanupu and the others were pushing forward again and again.
"Hahaha." Daomori put down the telescope, clasped his hands and laughed, "It will probably only take less than half an hour for the Red Moon Fortress to be completely captured."
Inamori smiled as if he was relieved.
Matsudaira Sadanobu also smiled slightly at this time.
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"I'm fine..." Chanup covered his chest with his left hand and stood up, "No vital parts were hurt."
"Mr. Chanup! What should we do now?" A young voice called out from Chanup's side in an anxious tone.
Chanup looked around - there were densely packed Japanese soldiers in front of him.
Behind him is a staircase in the inner city wall.
There are not many people left around him.
In this situation, there isn't much that can be done.
Chanup was silent for only a moment, then he put down the hand that was covering the wound on his chest and grabbed his bow again.
"Anyone who is still willing to follow me! Come with me!"
Chanup already knew that they could no longer defend the city wall.
They have already been defeated.
But even if he was defeated, at the last moment, Chanup wanted to fall to the counterattack.
Chanup led the few warriors, roaring and launched an impassioned but desperate counterattack against the people in front of him...
Similar scenes of despair can be seen everywhere on the inner city walls.
Many people knew that they could no longer defend themselves, so they gave up their defense and launched a counterattack against Kazuto in front of them, completely disregarding their own lives...
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"Miss Atachi! Miss Atachi!"
Now Ashley, who was also covered in blood, found Ating in the chaos.
Just like yesterday, Omachi was providing shooting support with the members of his "sniper team", although it was a meager effort, but he had been doing it resolutely.
At this moment, there are not many soldiers left surrounding A-Machi and the other shooters to protect them.
It probably won't be long before the Japanese soldiers can completely break through the defense and get in front of Atachi and the others.
"The wall can no longer be defended! (Ainu language)"
After finding and running to A-Machi's side, Ashley spoke quickly with a sad look on her face.
"I'll take you to find a place to hide inside the fortress! Maybe you can survive this way!"
Ashley didn't want Omachi, whom she liked very much, to die in the war between the Ainu and Kazuto.
That's why she just tried her best to find Amachi, and then persuaded him to follow her. She took him to hide somewhere in the fortress, so that he might survive.
Facing Ashley's anxious advice, Ating's reaction was - indifferent.
When Ashley first came over, Atachi inexplicably put aside the task of "assistant sniper", raised his head, and looked towards the southeast of the fortress - as if he was looking at something in the distance.
Seeing that A-Ting didn't make any response, Ashley, who was in a state of anxiety and panic, remembered that she didn't bring a translator with her, so A-Ting might not have understood what she just said.
Just when Ashley was anxiously thinking about where to find a translator to come and persuade Atachi with her——
"...Ashili, be happy."
"Huh?" Although Ashley can't understand Japanese, she can understand the name "Aashili" and knows that A-Machi is calling her.
A-Machi smiled and turned his gaze back to the southeast, looking at Ashley.
Ashley noticed that Ating's body was trembling slightly and his eyes were slightly red.
"A miracle - it really happened."
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Outside the city, southeast——
Most of the dark clouds in the southeastern sky had dispersed at some point, and streaks of golden light poured out from the clouds, twisting into huge pillars of light that held the sky and the earth together.
"...Ogata-kun, it seems we arrived in time."
"Well. It should be so. But the situation inside the fortress doesn't seem to be optimistic."
"It doesn't matter! It'll be great if we can catch up! We came here at full speed with one person and three horses. If we don't catch up, then I will be depressed to death."
Under this pillar of light that holds heaven and earth together, two knights appeared from the horizon one after the other.
The man walking behind the two of them had red hair and an exotic scimitar hanging from his waist.
The man walking slightly ahead was a yellow man with black hair and black eyes. He wore a set of blue and gold armor. Under the sunlight, the armor reflected dazzling light, like a god descending 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 wearing blue and gold armor walking in front of him, "Which direction do you plan to attack from?"
"Of course, attack from the direction closest to the enemy's main formation." The young man in armor, that is, Ogata said softly.
As soon as Ogata finished speaking, the sound of "kara" and "kara" of horse hooves came from behind the two of them.
On the horizon behind the two of them, like a rising tide, dozens of knights lined up in a tight wedge formation slowly rose up.
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Red Moon Fortress, inside the city——
"Mom! What are you doing? Come and hide with me!"
Ashley's mother tried hard to persuade Ashley's grandmother.
At this moment, Ashley's mother and grandmother were in an open space somewhere in the Red Moon Fortress.
My mother just heard that the city wall was about to be lost, so she anxiously took her grandma to find a place to hide.
However - just now, grandma seemed to have seen something extraordinary. She froze on the spot and stared blankly at the sky to the southeast.
My mother shouted several times, but my grandma was unmoved.
Just when mom didn't know what to do, grandma finally reacted.
"The pillar of fire that penetrates the heaven and the earth... soars into the sky..."
Grandma whispered something that mother couldn't understand.
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Yesterday, I actually got 600 monthly tickets, which is much more than the 350 monthly tickets. I feel the enthusiasm of all book friends (LSP)! I have decided to write that extra chapter!
Although today's chapter is even later, the author himself feels that this chapter is not only large in quantity, but also of incredible quality. In the past two days, I have been in surprisingly good condition, with inspiration flowing from me.
The last time I felt like this was the "Battle of Two Dragons" and "Battle of Nijo Castle" in Volume 5.
Based on the quantity and quality of today’s updates, I’d rather ask for some monthly votes, it’s not too much (Leopard Head Crying.jpg)
The rare climax of Volume 7 coincides with the double monthly ticket time, so the author also offers a rare monthly ticket reward:
As of the time this chapter is released, the monthly votes are 638. Before 12 noon tomorrow (October 3), if it can reach 850 votes, the author will release another 10,000 votes tomorrow (October 3) for you to see