The shouts of death from behind stopped...

The cries of the enemy soldiers could not be heard.

I can’t hear the sound of Kondo Shusuke’s sword either…

The male Tan Seiichiro lowered his eyelids...the shadow of his eyelashes covered his eyes.

Others could only vaguely see the vague sadness flowing in his eyes.

"He's the only one left!" (Russian)

"I stabbed him!" (Russian)

"Well done!" (Russian)

"The injuries on his body are getting worse and worse! He will soon be unable to hold on!"

"Keep going! Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

Even a man as strong as Tan Seiichiro could not survive this bloody battle with huge disparity in strength.

As he continued to penetrate deeper into the enemy's lines, the confrontations he encountered became increasingly fierce.

More and more enemy soldiers inflicted bloody wounds on his body.

It's like saying that at this moment, someone took advantage of it and slashed the forehead of the male protagonist, Ichiro Tanishi. Fortunately, it was only a superficial wound. Although a lot of blood was shed, it was not fatal.

Until now, Tan Seiichiro has lost count of how many injuries he has suffered.

Perhaps because of his excitement, he didn't feel any pain at all.

He looked at the vast group of enemies in front of him, then raised his gaze slightly and looked at Shuten Doji not far away.

Shuten Doji stood straight on the spot, staring at him expressionlessly.

The distance between them is about 100 meters... which is already very close.

But this mere 100 meters of space is filled with countless enemy soldiers.

Otani Seiichiro withdrew his gaze and looked at the enemy group in front of him again.

"Come on, if you want to die, just come forward!"

After roaring, he clenched the knife in his hand and moved forward with the knife.

The next moment, cold light and bloody light flew together.

——Sorry, His Highness Tianzhangyuan...Sorry, everyone...I lied to you...

Just now, when he was saying goodbye to Tianzhangyuan and others, he showed a righteous and awe-inspiring look, as if he wanted to mend the cracks in the sky with one hand.

But in fact, these are all his "performances".

Just like Kubota Kiyone, he has been very tired every day since the "Black Ship Incident".

Because he skillfully concealed his true thoughts, few people discovered his inner pain.

He has been studying sword skills since he was a child, and he never tires of fighting against heroes from all walks of life... all in order to become a more powerful swordsman.

However...the birth of large ships and cannons made swordsmanship useless.

As long as there are bullets in hand, even a child can easily kill a swordsman with excellent swordsmanship.

Although many people say that "swordsmanship will never die out" and "practicing swordsmanship can strengthen the body" and work tirelessly to find more meaning for swordsmanship, they know that these are just fallacies that deceive themselves and others.

The sword is a murderous weapon, and swordsmanship is the art of killing.

In essence, swordsmanship is not a skill used to strengthen the body at all.

It is nonsense to think that you can exercise your body through swordsmanship or understand some philosophy of life.

Swordsmanship is for killing people!

Once a weapon appears that is more efficient and easier to use than a sword, swordsmanship will completely lose its meaning of existence.

Even the existence of swordsmen like them was denied.

He devoted his whole life to the sword, but when his temples turned gray, he suddenly realized that all the things he had studied in the past decades were in vain... Maybe someone can cheer up from such a blow - Anyway, Otani Seiichiro

Does not belong to this column.

Even if he pretended to be calm and calm on the surface, he could not hide the entanglement and pain in his heart.

The reason why he stayed, and the reason why he followed the example of Sanada Yukimura who forced his way into the enemy's position, was not for any righteous reasons.

He does not have such noble sentiments.

He just wanted to find a magnificent place to die for himself, so that his swordsmanship could reach its final and most brilliant bloom.

That's all!

——Come on...an unknown enemy general...accompany me to the underworld...!

His eyes were firmly fixed on Shuten Doji's figure, and he cut down every enemy soldier who stood in front of him.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Kiyone Kubota in the rear provided continuous remote support.

Thanks to his precise sniping, Otani Seiichiro's pressure was greatly reduced.

Without his full help, there would definitely be more wounds on his body.

But at this moment, Tan Seiichiro suddenly noticed something strange about Kubota Kiyone.

The arrow just fired not only missed the enemy soldier's vital point, but was also crooked and flew directly into the distance.

Otani Seiichiro is very aware of Kubota Kiyone's abilities.

With his superb bow skills, at this distance, even if he didn't hit the bull's-eye, he would never miss the target.

In this case, there is only one possibility...

"Qingyin!!"

The fierce fighting situation left Tan Seiichiro no time to turn around and check with his own eyes the current situation of Kubota Kiyone.

He could only raise his voice and shout the other person's name loudly.

Soon, he received a response:

"Seiichiro! Move forward!!"

Along with this shout, new arrows were fired, knocking over the enemy soldiers on the left side of the male Tansei Ichiro.

It's more than accurate, but obviously not as powerful as before...

When the male Tan Seiichiro saw this, he was slightly startled at first, then pursed his lips, and his expression became complicated and unspeakable.

This appearance also appeared just now...when Kondo Shusuke was shot.

Although there were thousands of emotions in his heart, he quickly suppressed his emotional fluctuations, straightened his expression, gritted his teeth, continued to swing the knife, and moved forward.

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"Ho...! Ho...! Ho...! Ho...!"

Kubota Kiyone opened his mouth wide, and a hoarse gasp came out of his throat.

His face at this time... to put it harshly, was no different from that of a dead person, as pale as if he had been bleached with geisha's white powder.

His extremely poor physical condition could not restrain his fighting spirit.

He took out new arrows from the nearly bottomed quiver and mounted the bow.

Just as he was about to tighten the bowstring, a strong feeling of dizziness hit his brain.

I want to vomit, all the strength in my body is drained, and my vision becomes blurry...

His body was swaying around, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment, and the arrow slipped from his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "plop" sound of water, and his hands naturally dropped and fell into a pool of blood.

I saw that the ground under him was soaked in blood! This large blood stain was still spreading outward!

The stone that took away his mobility not only broke the bones of his thigh, but also tore the aorta of his thigh.

It goes without saying how important the aorta inside the thigh is.

Although he had stopped the bleeding, tearing off strips of cloth from his clothes and tightening the roots of his thighs, how could the blood loss caused by the rupture of the aorta be stopped so easily?

His level of hemostasis was just to slow down the blood loss.

Unconsciously, the blood under his body had spread into a large pool, and he was sitting in a pool of blood.

Anyone with some common sense can see that after losing so much blood, Kubota Kiyone’s life has been like a candle in the wind...

At this moment, there was only a little breath left under his nose... so weak that it might disappear at any time.

Logically speaking, there is nothing else for him to do now except sit and wait for death.

However, just for a moment, he raised his eyelids again.
To be continued...