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Chapter 297 Qingdeng breaks the formation! Wins two levels in a row! [1W update!](3/4)

"Everyone else, follow me and Mr. Tachibana!"

"Wherever Mr. Tachibana and I go, you have to follow us! Do you understand?"

The team members looked at each other again, then raised their weapons in the air and responded in unison with excited expressions:

"oh oh--!"

The high morale brought about by the victory turned into loud shouts.

At this moment, Mizushima Rensaburo raised his Bizen longship over his head again and pointed diagonally at the sky:

"Eh——! Eh——!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh--!"

The swords, guns, bows and cannons collided together, emitting a crisp and dense clang.

Kanazawa Chusuke smiled and raised the knife above his head:

"Eh——! Eh——!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh--!"

Qingdeng felt that the corners of his mouth were turning up. He raised his hand and touched it, and it was indeed true.

Affected by the fierce atmosphere of the moment, Qingdeng's emotions began to become agitated.

He imitated the appearance of Kanazawa Chusuke and Mizushima Rensaburo, raising his sword high and pointing at the sky!

"Eh——! Eh——!"

"Ohhhhhhhh-!!"





"What's going on? What's going on?!"

"What are those shitty officers and soldiers yelling about?"

"They don't want to..."



The gangsters who were scattered here and there like beans on the mountain road all turned around nervously when they heard the roar behind them.

If they don't look back, that's all. When they look back - their little hearts are almost frightened to pieces.

The uniform dark uniforms form the main color, and the bright swords, guns, bows and cannons form the electric "thunder cloud", it's here again!

The king, tiger, and dog are still the attacking arrows.

The pursuing army led by these three fierce generals came accompanied by clouds of dust and smoke.

I saw that the upper half of the army was dyed dark yellow by the dust and smoke raised by trampling, while the lower half was the jet black of uniforms.

The pursuing army was full of momentum but not out of order, and the formation was as neat as a turbulent wave.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Damn it! Damn it! The officers and soldiers are coming to kill us!"

"Run away! Run away!"

"Damn it! Aren't these idiotic officers and soldiers tired?!"



In an instant, the rugged mountain road was filled with creepy sounds and jitters.

It was a little late, but then it was fast. Qingdeng, who was at the front and the fastest, had already jumped out like a beast, pressing down on the gangster who was walking very slowly. The gangster was the one closest to him.

There was no time to scream, and his head was chopped into pieces.

Kanazawa Chusuke and Mizushima Rensaburo quickly followed up, enduring all the discomfort caused by fatigue, squeezing out the last bit of strength left in their bodies, and slashed the enemies in front of them with the swords in their hands.

Qingdeng seemed to have split into three, five, or eight people. Dingguishen was wielded with the effect of three knives, five knives, and eight knives.

He moved quickly, used his feet flexibly, and used his leg strength and waist strength to the extreme.

Sometimes jumping vertically and horizontally.

Sometimes he would instantly turn to the side of a certain gangster.

Sometimes with clever steps, he would circle among the gangsters.

Ding Guishen stabs straight, cuts horizontally, splits vertically, and slashes diagonally, like a hungry glutton, crazily devouring all the flesh and blood wherever the blade touches.

On the rugged mountain roads, there are pursuits and escapes; charging and defense; fighting and being killed.

The crusade team pursued like wolves and tigers, tearing the gangsters' already collapsed morale to pieces.

Some people did not dare to look back and ran away desperately, only wishing that their parents had not given them an extra pair of legs, feet or wings.

Some of them still had blood, their eyes turned red, their teeth clenched, and after roaring loudly like "I'll fight with you," they grabbed their weapons, turned around, and bravely pounced on the "black waves" behind them.

Those who wanted to escape, those who wanted to give it a try - these two waves of people traveling in completely opposite directions collided into a ball on the mountain road, each yelling at each other for obstructing the other.

Some warriors who successfully got rid of the obstruction of their companions and raised their swords to kill Qingdeng and others were swallowed up by the "torrent" in an instant, with almost no waves splashing.

At this time, the Second and Fourth Divisions under Kanazawa Chusuke and Mizushima Rensaburo all erupted with high fighting spirit and fierce fighting power that was completely different from the Fifth Division and Seventh Division that Aomori had seen before!

Everyone's face was engraved with the exhaustion of having nowhere to go.

Almost everyone now relies on willpower and mental strength to support their battles.

Of course - to say who is the most tired at the moment... it is Qingdeng.

As the person with the most military exploits and the most contributions today, Qingdeng's physical strength has long since reached its bottom.

Even with "Yuan Yang", "Strong Muscle +1" and the newly evolved "Iron Lung +1", he is so exhausted. It is conceivable that Qingdeng's current consumption and exhaustion level have reached such a terrifying level

situation.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew towards Qingdeng and others, towards the pursuing troops of the crusade, carrying wave after wave of bloody smell, mixed with a strong burning smell and a faint smell of feces and urine, as if it was blood

The smell mixed with the smell of the toilet, which made Qingden feel a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

No.

He has already vomited.

Qingdeng let out a "wow" sound and made an uncomfortable sound of retching.

My physical condition was not very good to begin with, and I was running and out of breath. Then when I was so stimulated by this unpleasant smell, I instantly felt a flow of air rising up in my abdomen, going straight to my esophagus.

Flush in the mouth.

But even so, Qingdeng did not let his steps stop or delay even half a minute.

He lowered his head and retched while continuing to run forward, towards the direction where the gangsters were!

The reason why Qingdeng dared to defy all opinions and insist on launching a large-scale pursuit and annihilation of the fleeing bandit army was not because he had much confidence in his proposal.

It's just because... after he passed the first level and saw the bandits fleeing, a voice rang out deep in his heart for no reason.

This voice was in his heart, in the depths of his mind, telling him over and over again: Chase him! Chase him! If he doesn't chase him now, when will he wait?

As if there was some kind of magic power, after hearing this figure, Qingdeng felt like he couldn't stop; he had a strange feeling that he couldn't... or rather didn't want to disobey this voice...

So, driven by this wonderful feeling, Qingdeng impassionedly proposed to the entire army to bite the bullet and launch a large-scale pursuit and annihilation.

It was this wonderful feeling that always supported him.

Forcing him to keep moving forward.

Keep moving forward!

The surging "black wave" was like a lawnmower, "rumbling" along the mountain road to the top of the mountain, harvesting. After an unknown amount of time, finally... Qingdeng saw a line of grass appearing at the end of the mountain road in front of him.

Blurred shadow.

Nearly 4 meters high and more than ten meters wide, it stretches across the middle of the mountain road like a dam.

In the center of the "dyke", there is an open gate.

It is still before noon. Because my back is facing the east, there are dazzling rays of sunlight shining from around the "dyke" and behind the central gate, outlining the shadow of the "dyke" and making the "dyke" look like it is surrounded by bright sunshine.

Heaven shrouded in autumn light.

For the frightened gangsters, this "dyke" is indeed a paradise - because it is the second checkpoint set up by Souma on the mountain road!

Looking from a distance, countless gangsters are rushing through the gate of the checkpoint and escaping to the back of the checkpoint.

When the "lookouts" on the checkpoint watchtower saw that the army of the expedition team had appeared within their sight, they quickly shouted a warning.

For a time, the entire level was engulfed in noise and fuss.

"Quick! Close the door! Close the door!"

"Close the door? But, there are still so many of our brothers outside..."

"Don't worry! If we let the officers and soldiers rush in, everyone here will be dead!"
To be continued...
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