"Don't be stunned! What are you doing? Fight back quickly! Fight back!"

On the watchtower of the camp, Yokokura Keinosuke, a fat man with a fat head and a body as fat as a ball in his belly, with red eyes and a hoarse throat, issued a series of instructions to his men.

The disastrous defeat five days ago had widened the numerical gap between the Souma clan and the expeditionary army to an extremely disparity.

The number of people, equipment, morale, and the horses are all at an absolute disadvantage. They have nothing to rely on except the mountain stronghold under their buttocks.

Unless the gods appear spiritually, or all the members awaken on the spot and become like the Chu army in the Battle of Julu, with one against ten and ten against a hundred, they probably won't be able to survive today.

Although anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was basically no chance of the crusade losing, and the strength gap between the two sides was too great, Yokokura Keinosuke still had some luck.

What if? What if I can repel the fire-thief Kai? What if I can repel the fire-thief Kai? Then there is hope for me to survive! There is hope that I can continue to roam around!

It was this "just in case" that made Kinosuke Yokokura's eyes ignite with a strong brilliance called "desire to survive."

In order to survive and withstand the onslaught of the crusade, Yokokura Keinosuke really went all out - he went to the front line in person and tried to boost the morale of his subordinates by "conquering in person".

But it is a pity that the effect of his courageous act... although it cannot be said to be unsatisfactory, it can also be said to be ineffective.

At this moment, I saw the remnants of Xiangma's army trapped in the isolated village. Their eyes were scattered and blurred, and there was a lingering color of panic between their eyebrows. Any slightest movement could make them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

, extremely frightened.

One gangster even mistook a crow flying over his head for an arrow thrown by the crusade, and was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his arms, howling like a ghost.

The so-called "every tree and grass are in war" and "the wind and cranes are roaring" are nothing more than that.

From a certain perspective, the organization of Xiangma Zhong is pretty good.

If other gangs had suffered a huge defeat with "more than half of their members dead or injured", not to mention taking up arms to fight again, they would have dispersed on the same day.

Low morale has led to this... The combat effectiveness and combat performance of the bandit army can be imagined.

There were very few arrows thrown back at the conquering army, which was completely different from the situation five days ago.

You must know that in the previous "Operation to Seize the Pass", the bandit army's counterattack still caused a lot of trouble for the expeditionary army.

Made up of two professional archer teams, the Advanced Archer Team, and the Advanced Iron Cannon Team, and a part-time professional musket team, the Fire Thieves didn't change much except for the quantity of arrows and projectiles.

Looking at the shogunate's territorial leaders... no, looking at the entire country of Japan, there are not many troops that can fight such a wealthy war.

The continuous barrages and the torrential rain of arrows formed a death net filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sharp sound of breaking through the air, firmly covering the village of Xiangma.

This mountain village, which could be called luxurious both in appearance and area, looked so weak and pitiful under this big net - Qingdeng felt a little sympathetic to this group of bandits.

In today's Japan, where the level of civilization is still stuck in the Cold Weapon Age, not all people or organizations have the opportunity to "taste" this kind of bullets, and the arrows are all struck with firepower as if they are free of charge.

Intensive firepower preparations lasted for nearly 20 minutes, until the soldiers of the Third Division and the Eighth Division finally stopped because their arms were so sore and swollen that they could hardly draw their bows.

Although he did not injure or kill many enemies, he dealt a very heavy blow to the enemy's already low morale.

It's windy today.

The steep cold wind roared through the mountains, forests and the earth, continuously carrying the stinking smell of blood, feces and urine; and the shrill wails and screams to the expeditionary army's formation, and carried them to Qingdeng and others

nose and ears.

The stench is so pungent and unpleasant, and the sound is so terrifying that it can make ordinary people who don't know how to fight shudder and tremble with fear.

But for Qingdeng and others who have been dealing with blood and death for many years due to their duties, the stench lingering in their noses and the screams surrounding their ears are just their "daily" things.

Just a part of it.

Aoto, Kanazawa Chusuke, and Mizushima Rensaburo were all unmoved. Their expressions were as usual, quietly waiting for the next order from the coach, my grandson.

My grandson Chutaro, who has delicate features, fair skin, and the appearance of a scholar, and who always smiles at others, now showed a side of him that shows no mercy to his enemies, and is known as the "Dragon of Fire" by the world.

"General attack!" - my grandson calmly waved his hand forward.

Ohh Ohh ohh--!

Amidst the urging horns, the soldiers of the crusade began to take small steps and gradually accelerated.

The clanging sound of swords, guns and armor clashing gradually began.

The awe-inspiring murderous aura combined into a dancing hurricane that pressed directly towards the village.

It is still the king, tiger, and dog who serve as the attack arrows of the entire army.

When the three generals jumped in front of the formation, the crusade's formation suddenly burst into warm cheers from heaven to earth. The already high morale reached a higher level.

There is a saying: A general will have a desire to die, but a scholar will not be greedy for life.

Almost everyone present had witnessed with their own eyes how brave the three generals standing at the front were in the previous battles.

At this moment, these three generals are standing at the forefront of the entire army, fighting side by side with the entire army again - how can this not make people feel excited and raise their fists and bare sleeves?

"Follow me!" - Kanazawa Tadatsuki's roar opened the prelude to the general attack!

With Aoto, Kanazawa Chusuke, and Mizushima Rensaburo as the centers, the soldiers formed three "pointed cones" of basically the same size and plunged headlong into the stronghold.

When Yokokura Keinosuke, who was lying on his waist and lying on the fence of the watchtower, saw this, he became furious and furious, and shouted in a sharp voice regardless of his hoarse voice:

"Shoot arrows! Shoot arrows quickly! The bows, arrows and iron cannons of the officers and soldiers have stopped! It's a good time to counterattack! Everyone, shoot arrows!"

In an instant, the huge cottage looked like a honeycomb that had been poked, a chicken coop that had been disturbed, and the chickens and dogs were jumping around.

Before Qingdeng and others could kill them, the bandits themselves were in chaos.

Some people were so frightened by the firepower prepared just now that they completely lost their will to fight. They either stood blankly with pale faces, or simply collapsed on the ground, fighting with each other.

Some people are like headless flies, neither listening to orders nor stepping forward to fight, but running around without knowing what they are doing.

Although some people still maintained their sanity and had the courage to fight. However, the weak counterattack made by these people was completely useless in the face of the powerful front of the punitive army.

Under the command of the king, tiger, and dog, the expeditionary army entered the village gate as easily as passing through a street in the early morning.

The counterattack encountered during the march was almost negligible.

What happened next...doesn't need to be described in too many words.

What else can the Xiangma people do, who are on the verge of collapse, besides opening their mouths and staring wide-eyed, watching helplessly as the crusaders break down their stronghold gate?

Covered by swords, guns and bows, protected by shields, the "engineers" stepped forward - the gate of the village was wide open!

Qingdeng jumped up and killed the enemy first!

The mortal body of flesh and blood is basically the same as ordinary paper in front of the steel-smelting knife. With just one blow, the person ceases to live, and the blood flows down.

While sheathing the knife, Qingdeng vibrated the knife vigorously to shake off the remaining blood on the knife. Then he lowered his head, glanced at the arm holding the knife, and thought to himself:

——Very good! Recovering well!

With the blessing of the talents of "Strengthening Essence" and "Physical Strength +1", Qingdeng's body has generally recovered and has basically returned to its full strength.

It's just a pity that swords cannot recover naturally like the human body.

The offensive and defensive battle to capture the mountain road five days ago was so fierce that Dingguishen naturally suffered "several wounds".

After the war, Qingdeng carefully counted the blade of Ding Guishen and found that there were as many as 7 gaps in the blade.

Fortunately, most of the gaps were very small. Qingdeng used a whetstone to sharpen them and managed to repair them. There were only two gaps that were too big. The whetstone alone would not help at all, so he needed to hire a professional.

The knife maker.

In a matter of moments, Qingdeng had already rushed into the depths of the enemy group and killed two more gangsters in an instant. He was invincible in every direction.

The attack speed and assault speed of Kanazawa Chusuke and Mizushima Rensaburo are no slower than Aoto.

Wherever the three men went, the enemy formations retreated one after another, like waves breaking apart.

The already dilapidated bandit formation was easily torn out a large gap by the "King Tiger Dog", allowing them to gradually break through the gate of the village, and the soldiers who arrived later charged into the formation.

Unable to escape, countless gangsters smashed themselves on the edges of the three cone formations commanded by "Wang Hu Dog". They also quickly retracted and fell into pieces as if they were photographing the waves on the coast.

In the chaos, Qingdeng heard someone shouting:

"Ah! It's that guy! The evil ghost is here again!"

"Ah! Why is he so haunted?"

"I know him! He is the Nioh! 'Nioh' Tachibana Aoden!"

"I won't fight! I won't fight!"

Qingdeng turned his head following the sound, and saw many gangsters screaming in panic and looking at him as if they were seeing some kind of monster.

When Qingdeng saw this, he couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression - he never imagined that his face would one day become a weapon.

For the gangsters who had experienced previous battles, Qingdeng, who was always at the front and was the first to pass the level twice in a row, was the most impressive figure.

Seeing this man who is like the incarnation of an evil spirit appear again, and once again raise his knife high, which will definitely bring new bloodshed, how can one not be shocked to death?

For a moment, many gangsters who wanted to muster up the courage to have a good fight with the crusade suddenly lost their fighting spirit after seeing Qingdeng's face, and turned around and fled in a hurry.

This was a one-sided battle, a battle without any ups and downs, and a battle not worth writing about.

The bandits were killed and expelled by the crusade like chopping melons and vegetables. Those who died were surrendered.

From the moment my grandson waved his hand and gave the order of "general attack" to the moment the Soma army was completely defeated, less than 20 minutes had passed.

The shouts of death and screams gradually subsided.

Instead, there were questions one after another:
To be continued...