I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

And Ogata's onslaught also gave them a chance to launch a spear formation.

They could only fight on their own, and then they were defeated by Ogata.In such a terrain that is so unfavorable to the enemy, Ogata doesn't even need to use the "Selfless Realm".

Ogata kept going forward, forward, forward.

Follow the street, straight ahead.

All the enemies who stood in front of Ogata and appeared in front of Ogata died in various ways.

hacked to death

beaten to death

The one whose neck was twisted by jiu jitsu

Hit by a flintlock

Throat poked with a emptied flintlock

Ogata did not enter the "Non-Self State", but his state of mind is now better than entering the "Non-Self State", and he has been calmly thinking about the most efficient way to kill every enemy in front of him.

These enemies, which filled the small half of the street, were like a curtain of surging waterfalls, rushing down with majestic momentum.

At the bottom of the waterfall is a single swordsman.

The swordsman braved the turbulent water of the waterfall and went upstream.

"How could it be possible to withstand such a turbulent current with only human power?" Maybe everyone would think so.

But the fact is so jaw-dropping.

The waterfall was cut off by the swordsman, and the swordsman used brute force to force it to flow backward inch by inch.

The waterfall was originally 50 meters long.

But gradually, there are only 45 meters, 40 meters and 35 meters left

When the water flow of the waterfall was only half left, a new flow of water finally flowed in, making the momentum of the waterfall even bigger again.

But this kind of thing doesn't make much sense.

It was just to repeat the whole process of making the swordsman turn the waterfall back.

More and more soldiers and troops rushed over and threw themselves into the battlefield, into this flesh and blood mill.

This originally very quiet neighborhood has become "lively" now.

"Come with me! Go around from the left! Go around from the left! Go around from the side and pinch that monster!"

"A little more people! I'm almost empty here!"

"His movements seem to have slowed down. He should be exhausted. The wheel battle has worked! Great opportunity! Go up!"

"Did you hit him?"

"No, no! It seems that he avoided it, and only rubbed it over his shoulder."

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Hey! Did you see anyone from the 4th division?"

"Fan 4? Group 4 is now fighting that monster! The situation is not optimistic!"

"No, that monster doesn't seem to be tired at all! Withdraw! Everyone withdraw! You can't fight that monster in this place! Everyone withdraw!"

After Saemon carried his big naginata and led his 1st Division subordinates to the place where the fireworks were blooming, his brows immediately frowned.

Sniffing his nose vigorously, he smelled a strong bloody smell that made him feel a little choking in his throat.

Looking forward, there is a block with extremely low and dilapidated houses in front of you.

This strong bloody smell wafted from this block.

On the outskirts of this block, and directly in front of Yoshiemon, there are many of his acquaintances.

The commanders of the 2nd group, the 6th group, and the 8th group, the commanders of the 5 troops gathered together and talked with each other solemnly.

"Hey, why are you all standing here? What are you doing?" Saimon stepped up his pace a little and strode towards the commanders of the troops.

"Ah, Satoemon-sama." The commander of the 2nd group greeted Satoemon with an extremely ugly face, "We are in trouble."

"What's going on?" Saimon looked around, "Where's Shura?"

"Sura is inside." The commander of the 2nd Division gave a thumbs up and pointed to the dilapidated block behind him, "Master Saeemon, before you came, we had already fought Shura in this block. one game."

"I'm waiting for heavy casualties"

The commander of the 2nd Division reported the battle situation so far to Saemon in a concise manner.

After the various troops arrived here one after another, they poured into this block one after another, and threw themselves into the encirclement and suppression of Ogata.

Although the terrain in this area is extremely unfavorable to them, they are also full of confidence.

After all, they have an absolute numerical advantage.

Under their onslaught, under their wheel battle, there must be so few bullets that can hit Ogata, right?No matter how he can fight, it is impossible for him to survive after a few bullets, right?

They think so optimistically and confidently.

No.

It should have been so optimistic and confident thinking

"We besieged Shura from all directions." The commander of the 2nd Division said, "but that monster seems to be tireless. No matter how we siege, he can effectively dodge and fight back."

"As of now, the only record we have of successfully injuring Shura is that a bullet passed through Ogata's left shoulder and scratched Ogata's left shoulder. But this is only a minor injury, and it doesn't even affect him. Swing the knife."

"Damn it," the commander of the 8th division said bitterly, "That guy's physical strength is not like that of a human being. I wonder if he can play with women until dawn when he usually plays with women. Think carefully, that monster is really It's enviable."

No one paid any attention to the complaints of the commander of the 8th group, and the commander of the 2nd group continued to introduce the situation of the battle to the left and right gates in a serious manner.

"The 3rd and 7th groups suffered heavy losses, the 4th and 5th groups were almost scrapped, and the rest of the troops also suffered a little damage."

"If the fight continues like this, even if Shura's head is successfully taken, the price will be too high for us to bear."

"So we all withdrew from this block just now, thinking about new strategies against the enemy."

"The first strategy we have drawn up is the fire attack. Burn the entire block, force Shura out, and fight him in the open area outside the block."

"It's useless at all." As soon as the commander of the 2nd group finished speaking, Yoshiemon interrupted him, "This is not a building, but a whole block. It's hard to burn down a block the size of a block."

"And we don't have enough troops. If we want to use this method to encircle Shura, we must have enough troops to surround the block?"

"Only in this way can we ensure that no matter which direction Shura breaks out from, he can be surrounded and wiped out immediately."

"We don't have so many troops now."

The commander of the 2nd group nodded: "Yes, we think so too, so now we have adopted the second strategy to send the most skilled shooter to snipe Shura from a long distance."

"Just now we have sent a team of 10 shooters who are good at shooting into the block to deal with Shura."

"Is there any result?" Saeemon asked.

"We just heard their screams."

"Concise and concise yet interesting results report."

The commander of the 6th group scratched his hair vigorously at this time: "So what should we do now? We can't beat him, but we can't force him out of this block, go to the main formation to pull the cannon, and use the cannon to bombard him. How's the neighborhood?"

"This idea is less reliable than burning this block." The commander of the second group left a pungent comment mercilessly.

After listening to the report of the commander of the 2nd Division, Yoshiemon stretched out his hand and stroked his chin: "Besieged by so many musketeers, we can still kill us to pieces. We are not wrong in judging Shura's combat power. , but a serious misjudgment? I thought that Shura, who has never been abroad, must only be good at close combat with people, not good at dealing with muskets."

After finishing speaking, Saemon slowly put down the naginata that was carried on his shoulder.

"Give me 10 shooters who are good at shooting." He said to the commander of the second group in an unquestionable tone.

2nd Division Commander: "Master Saeemon?"

"I will entangle Shura in the front." Saimon said calmly, "Then let the archer wait for the opportunity to shoot Shura to death. This method should be the best and most suitable method for us. We can only choose a strong opponent to entangle Shura in the front. Only then can the shooter leave enough shooting opportunities."

"And among all the people present, apart from me, the demon, there should be no one else who has the ability to entangle Shura head-on."

"Master Zuo-Saemon." The commander of the 2nd group quickly said, "Is this too dangerous?"

"There's nothing so dangerous!" Saemon grinned, "The most dangerous thing is not being able to complete Mr. Toyotomi's mission! Stop talking nonsense, and get me 10 shooters who are good at shooting!"

After hearing the words "Master Toyotomi" from the left and right gates, the commanders all looked straight.

At this time, Yoshiemon also added:

"What's more, besides the method I proposed, can you come up with any more effective strategies?"

You all looked at each other for a while.

If they could have come up with a better strategy, they wouldn't have been so sad just now.

"I see." The commander of the 2nd group nodded first.

After a while, 10 carefully selected sharpshooters lined up in front of the left and right gates.

"Very good." Saemon nodded in satisfaction, "Come with me!"

He led the 10 sharpshooters and strode into the block in front of him.

After entering the block, the intensity of the bloody smell instantly increased.

The further you go to the central area, the stronger the smell of blood.

"Ahhh"

Ruoyouuowu's screams came from afar suddenly.

Yoshiemon raised his eyebrows, whispered "Follow up" to the shooter behind him, and then quickened his steps to follow the sound to the direction where the scream came from.

The private houses on both sides of the street passed behind him quickly.

After turning another street corner, Saimon suddenly stepped on something soft.

Looking down, it was a bloody corpse.

Left and right gate glanced at the corpse at his feet, then slowly raised his gaze, allowing his gaze to sweep from his feet to the street in front of him.

In the field of vision, there is nothing but corpses.

The street under his feet was littered with dead bodies in various shapes.

The blood converges into one piece, converging into rivers of blood and fountains of blood.

The sharpshooters behind the left and right gates looked at the hellish scene in front of them, all of them turned pale, and a few felt their stomachs were sour, and they almost vomited the contents of their stomachs.

"We've arrived at the battlefield," Saemon murmured softly.

"Ahhhh!"

The screams came again.

The sound that came this time was extremely close.

Coming from the left side of the street ahead.

Left and right gate tightened the big naginata in his hand, ignored the corpses under his feet, and ran straight towards the intersection ahead.

Arriving at the intersection, he turned around and looked to the left, and the scene that met Saemon's eyes made Saemon, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, stunned.

A swordsman was vibrating his blood, shaking off the blood on Da Dao Dao's body.

However, there is too much blood and fat attached to Da Dao Dao Dao. Even if the blood is shaken, the blade is still red, as if it has been dyed with red paint.

Below his feet was a sea of ​​corpses.

The street where the swordsman was located was full of countless corpses, so many that it was hard to even imagine how fierce the battle had just been in this place.

The swordsman found the left and right gate, he slowly turned his head, and pointed his face at the left and right gate.

It's just a slender young swordsman, anyone would think so, before seeing the eyes of this swordsman with his own eyes.

When staring at the swordsman, Saemon lost his mind for a moment because of his astonishment.

Even though it was just the line of sight from a pair of eyes, it was even more dazzling than the sun's rays, making it difficult to look directly at it.

With a sword covered in dried blood in his hand, he stood calmly on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. It was so sharp that he used the word "cut" to describe it, and it seemed to be belittling. Quietly put the knife in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the tip of the knife reflected a sharp light that was not inferior to the sight of a swordsman.

This posture is really like ghosts and gods, like Shura.

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