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"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!!!!"

The coughing continued and became more intense.

The cough made her delicate body tremble and her shoulders tighten.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...

Drop after drop of blood slipped from between her fingers and fell to the ground.

The right palm that was covering his mouth and nose was stained red.

The light green haori, which was originally only stained with the enemy's blood, was stained with her blood for the first time.

Seeing Souji suddenly coughing and vomiting blood, the enemy on the opposite side couldn't help but be stunned.

After a brief moment of silence, he curled up the corners of his mouth and revealed a grin of uncontrollable excitement.

Although he didn't know what was going on, anyone could see that the commander-in-chief was very weak!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

He immediately cheered up and no longer looked like a coward who was "timid of the enemy and afraid of fighting". He shouted, stepped forward, and slashed the commander-in-chief directly on the head with his sword.

The blade of the knife caught the wind and made a "wuwu" sound.

Seeing the danger approaching, Souji gritted his teeth and suppressed the remaining cough in his throat, and then relied on the fighting instinct he had accumulated over a long period of time to barely dodge sideways.

The blade landed only half an inch from her feet, and the tip sank deeply into the mud.

The opponent was bound to win, and believed that his sword could definitely kill Souji, and then obtain the "Zhen Tian Sword", a feat worthy of being recorded in history.

He never expected that the sickly Souji still had such abilities...!

When the other party was furious, he hurriedly pulled out the knife and tried to pull it back to his hand.

The moment he pulled the knife out of the ground, he suddenly saw a flash of silver light - at the moment of lightning and flint, the Souji swung the knife horizontally, and the blade hit the opponent's right side.

The blade face is the most vulnerable part of the blade.

If the blade is hit hard, even an unmarked sword has a chance to cut off a famous sword!

Hearing a "dang" sound, blue sparks burst into the air - Souji cut off the opponent's sword and disabled the opponent's weapon.

"Varied……"

The other party's eyes widened, his expression was dominated by strong shock, and he blurted out "What".

Before he could shout out the complete words, the petite body suddenly lunged forward and passed him - with a crack, he heard the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh.

Immediately afterwards, unbearable severe pain started from his neck and spread throughout his body.

Because everything happened so fast, it wasn't until the Souji finished his attack that he realized in hindsight that his head was only connected to his body by a little flesh.

At the last moment of his life, he heard the indifferent voice of "Heavenly Sword":

"Even if you are ill, it will not prevent me from killing you."

The man looked at Souji with a look of horror - this was the last emotion he showed in his life.

In the next breath, his body completely lost support and fell forward. After twitching a few times, he became completely silent.

"Huh...huh...huh...cough...cough! Cough cough cough!"

After beheading the enemy in a thrilling manner, Souji once again leaned on the ground with his knife to support his body, coughing violently out of breath.

Her coughing was much slower than before - at least she no longer vomited blood.

As soon as her front legs regained their strength, her back legs raised their eyes impatiently, scanning around and looking around.

Looking up, there is fighting and death everywhere.

All friendly forces within sight were fighting bloody battles.

At this moment, the battle between the Shinsengumi and the Choshu Army has reached a fever pitch.

Everyone is fighting desperately and has no time to pay attention to other developments in the outside world.

Even though the chief's cough just now was very loud and scary, the sound was immediately drowned out by the louder shouts of killing and the sound of gold and iron clashing.

In other words, except for the enemy who had just been killed by Souji, no one noticed what was strange about her just now.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she immediately felt at ease and let out a sigh of relief.

"..."

She lowered her head and glanced at her right palm, which was stained red with blood. Her eyes were dim and her expression was complicated.

After a few moments, she clenched her right fist tightly to hide the blood on her palm, then turned her head and looked eastward - in front of her sight was Qingdeng, who was riding a thousand horses, regardless of life or death.

She looked at Qingdeng, looked at the surrounding comrades who were risking their lives, and murmured:

"Everyone is working hard... now is not the time to rest..."

After finishing speaking, she silently wiped the blood from her mouth, then clenched the Dingguishen in her palm again, and resolutely returned to the battlefield.

…

…

Cut down one person and another comes.

One group was cut down and another group came.

Facing the swarm of enemies coming in like a tidal wave, Qingdeng's talents were already at full capacity.

Activate the talents "Lonely +3" and "Born for Fighting +9"!

[Note: Born for Fighting +9: The more tense and intense the battle situation, the better the physical and mental condition. 】

Since the "Second China Return", the limb muscles that have become as stiff as stones due to being busy with government and military affairs and neglecting to exercise have gradually awakened from their slumber and become soft and full of elasticity.

"Whoaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-!!"

Just by hearing the sound, I could tell that the swordsmen of the Show Force were attacking.

Qingdeng felt the air beside him being cut by the blade, which made his hair stand on end and goosebumps rising.

The confrontation between the two sides happened in an instant.

The opponent didn't see Qingto's moves clearly at all, as the light green feathers flying high filled his entire field of vision.

When the light green feather fabric floated back to its original position under the action of gravity, he had already fallen to the ground, and the aorta in his neck was cut off.

Another enemy rushed over.

He used the potential energy of the charge, clenched the katana in his hand, and put on a "straight stab" posture, and rushed towards Qing Deng with all his strength.

At the same time, another person approached Qing Deng from behind and slashed with a sword.

Facing the attack of these two people, Qing Deng's means of dealing with it were very simple.

He dealt with the person behind him first - with a clang, he swung his sword and bounced the opponent's weapon away.

The next moment, he stretched out his left hand like lightning, grabbed the opponent's collar, and pulled it back. The opponent instantly lost his balance and fell flat on his face.

Taking advantage of the gap when the opponent fell to the ground, Qing Deng lowered his body and pressed his neck with his left knee as hard as if a mountain was pressing down on his head.

The blood vessels in the neck were compressed, and the blood flow was restricted. The opponent's face suddenly turned red, his eyes bulged, and the bulging blue veins looked like a wriggling caterpillar. His arms scratched in the air, as if he was looking for a life-saving straw.

After restraining this man with his knee, Qing Deng was able to concentrate on dealing with the rest of the enemies.

It seemed as if a long time had passed when he described this series of actions in detail.

In fact, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

From the time he flicked the man's weapon away to the time he restrained the opponent with his knee, less than half a second had passed.

When he pulled the knife back to his hand, he happened to engage in a confrontation with the enemy in front.

At this time, not only in the front, but also on the left, right, back... new enemies came from every direction.

In the distance, there were even a few people holding up flintlock rifles, and after pointing the muzzle at Qing Deng, they hurriedly pulled the trigger, completely ignoring whether their bullets would accidentally hurt friendly forces.

Because Qing Deng's attack speed was too fast, he had formed a certain degree of disconnection with the large force behind him, so there were particularly many enemies.

Looking at the enemies attacking from all directions, Qing Deng lowered his eyelids and clenched the Bizen Osafune in his hand.

The talent "Lonely Courage +3" was activated again!

He leaned forward slightly, with the blade facing down and the back of the blade facing up, and lifted the blade from the lower left to the upper right, using the back of the blade to block the enemy's stab in front, and then changed "lifting" to "slashing", letting the blade slash down along the original path, directly killing the opponent.

Almost at the same moment, Qing Deng freed his left hand and grabbed the bayonet stabbing from the left - of course he couldn't directly grab the sharp blade with his bare palm, but held the muzzle.

With his extraordinary finger strength and grip strength, Qing Deng's palm was like an iron clamp, making the opponent's bayonet unable to move, unable to stab or retract.

In a flash, the blade of the enemy on the right arrived, only a few inches away from Qing Deng's crown.

The bayonet of the enemy behind also arrived, about to stab into his back.

The musketeers in the distance worked together, some were responsible for loading, some were responsible for passing the gun, and some were responsible for shooting.

Although most of the bullets were fired, one bullet flew straight to Qing Deng's chest.

There were dangers on all sides... If it were someone else, facing such a dangerous situation, I'm afraid there would be nothing they could do.

But for Qing Deng, he had already experienced this level of crisis countless times!

His sharp eyes, like a blade, quickly scanned the area, identified the positions of the enemies, and thought about strategies.

His rich combat experience enabled him to immediately formulate a perfect response.

In an instant, his left hand, which was tightly grasping the muzzle of the enemy on the left, suddenly pulled back - ordinary people could not resist Qing Deng's strange power at all.

The man was taken away from his musket without even a decent struggle, and the skin on his palms was torn, causing him to scream in pain.

After snatching the musket, Qing Deng did not keep it in his hand, but threw it to the right.

The sharp bayonet with a cold glow directly hit the enemy on his right! It stabbed straight into his chest! It was completely embedded!

The man's eyes widened, blood spurted out of his mouth, and the knife, which was only a few inches away from Qing Deng's forehead, froze in mid-air and could no longer swing down.

While using his left hand to grab the gun, Qing Deng's right hand was not idle - the talent "Left and Right Fighting" was activated - the blade of the Bizen Nagashune passed through the air and swept diagonally towards the enemy behind him.

The opponent was very tall, not shorter than Qing Deng, so the attack range of both sides was roughly the same.

Generally speaking, Qing Deng, who attacked half a beat later, could not touch the opponent at all - of course, this was just "generally speaking".

When swinging the knife, Qing Deng used his old trick again: quietly changing the grip, with the blessing of talents such as "Skillful Hands +5" and "Nine Oxen Two Tigers +3", he used his index finger and middle finger to tightly clamp the bottom of the handle.

In this way, the range of the slash can be greatly widened!

This small distance forcibly extended is just enough for the tip of the knife to cut the opponent's throat.

When putting the knife away, he made calculations in advance and chopped the bullet flying towards his chest.

Accompanied by a crisp "pop", it was like a firecracker exploding, dazzling sparks burst out in the air, and fragments of the bullet flew everywhere.

Since Qing Deng can dodge bullets, it is natural to chop the bullets flying in front of him.

It's a pity that the toughness of Bizen Osafune is still a little weak.

Although the bullet was successfully chopped, there was still a conspicuous gap on the blade.

As soon as the Bizen Osafune returned to Qing Deng's hand, he swung it out again without stopping, knocking the enemy on the left to the ground.

At this point, with superb fighting skills and unparalleled physical fitness, the enemies in front, behind, left and right were all killed! It took no more than 5 seconds!

Only the man who was pressed down by Qing Deng was still alive.

Qing Deng pressed his knees tightly on his neck, making him unable to move and even breathing difficult.

From just now, he completely lost the ability to resist due to cerebral ischemia and shortness of breath. His eyes rolled up, foam came out of his mouth, and he almost lost consciousness.

Qing Deng did not forget the man under him - he exerted a little force, and heard a "click" sound, sending the other party away.

Although the enemies around him were dealt with, the musketeers in the distance were still alive.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Even Qing Deng would not confront multiple musketeers in an open space without any obstacles.

He took advantage of the situation and rolled to the right.

With this flash, he flashed directly into a trench not far away.

This was a half-man-deep trench, where several musketeers of the Choshu Army were hiding.

These people had been concentrating on dealing with the Shinsengumi soldiers who were attacking. When they saw Niou coming to me, their faces changed and they subconsciously turned their guns to Qing Deng, ready to pull the trigger.

Their reaction speed was fast, but Qing Deng's sword was faster!

He lowered his upper body, like a whirlwind, and stood up to meet the gun.

Step in, accumulate power, swing the sword, step in again, accumulate power again, and swing the sword again - Qing Deng repeated this process with smooth movements.

Blood foam spurted out one after another, like the splashes of water after waves hit the reef.

Blood sprayed, flesh tore, bones broke, and the dead enemies fell to the left and right.

In just a blink of an eye, Qing Deng cleared the trench.

The continuous fierce battles without a break made the blade of Bizen Osafune covered with blood and fat, as if it was coated with a layer of film and no longer sharp.

Therefore, when Qing Deng climbed out of the trench, he held the blade of the Bizen Osafune tightly with the crook of his left arm and wiped the blade clean with the clothes in his arm.

Although he was away for only a moment, the scene outside the trench was already very different.

Under the fierce attack led by Souji and Saito Ichi, the large army caught up with Qing Deng.

The Shinsengumi soldiers rushed forward, looking for enemy soldiers everywhere and defeating them.

The musketeers who had just shot at Qing Deng were also dispersed by the fierce attack.

Looking up, the light green color was obviously more than other colors.

There was no doubt that the enemy's defense line was already shaky!

So, Qing Deng immediately shouted:

"Follow me! Break through the enemy's formation!"

After shouting, he held the Bizen Osafune tightly again, chased the enemy, and headed for the top of the mountain.

The Shinsengumi soldiers bravely moved forward and followed Qing Deng like wolves and tigers.

Under normal circumstances, Qing Deng might have enjoyed the feeling of close combat and charging into battle.

But at this moment... he had no intention of considering sadness or joy.

There was only one thought in his mind: defeat the enemy in front of him as soon as possible! Meet up with Hijikata Toshizo who was stationed in Hachioji and rush to Edo!

Even without mentioning the two mothers and sons who were very important to him, many of his relatives and friends - everyone in the Shiweikan, everyone in the Chiba family, and a group of friends headed by Katsurintaro - all lived in Edo.

How could he sit back and watch them in danger?

In this way, Qing Deng did not care about any fatigue or hardship, and forced his body to fight!

…

…

Nangong Mountain, the top of the mountain, the main camp of the Qibingtai -

Takasugi Shinsaku held the demon sword Muramasa in one hand, ready to "fight at any time", and held a telescope in the other hand to observe the current situation of various battlefields.

The Qibingtai military strategist Omura Masujiro stood beside him, also observing the battle situation with a telescope.

The northern battlefield... the battlefield in charge of the Shinsengumi Left Army, was so fierce that it was worthy of the description of "blood and flesh flying everywhere".

Kondo Isami, Nagakura Shinpachi, Inoue Genzaburo, Serizawa Kamo and others were all brave and fierce men.

As soon as the battle started, they fought desperately and made the Choshu Army's defense line retreat continuously.

However, although the Shinsengumi Left Army was steadily advancing the front line, its advancement speed was still within the expectations of Takasugi Shinsaku and others.

On the other hand, the southern battlefield... the battlefield in charge of Qing Deng himself, the changes in the battle situation were completely beyond the expectations of Takasugi Shinsaku and others!

Through the telescope, they clearly saw Qing Deng's heroic figure who was willing to kill gods and Buddhas!

No matter whether it was advanced guns or carefully arranged defense lines, they could not stop him at all.

Under Qing Deng's personal leadership, the offensive of the Shinsengumi Right Army was unstoppable!

Suddenly, Takasugi Shinsaku slowly put down the telescope in his hand, and murmured with a serious expression:

"...We still underestimated Niou."

Omura Masujiro beside him said faintly:

"This kind of desperate man who disregards his own life and is very good at fighting often becomes a major variable on the battlefield."

Takasugi Shinsaku took back the topic:

"The battlefield in the south is not optimistic. If it goes on like this, let alone "holding on for three days", it is a question whether it can hold on until tomorrow morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, Omura Masujiro smiled:

"Mr. Takasugi, don't panic."

"It is true that with Niou leading the way, the situation in the south is worse than we expected."

"But don't forget that the south is the front line where we have put the most effort and defended the most tightly."

"According to Niou's current advancement speed...he will soon hit the "high wall."

"With the 'high wall' we carefully arranged, we can hold them back for at least two days!"

After hearing this, Takasugi Shinsaku said expressionlessly:

"I hope so."

...

...

Nangong Mountain, the southern battlefield--

Amidst the flying bullets and the flashing swords, the battle between the two armies has lasted for half a day.

The sun rose to the highest point in the sky, dispelling the last bit of fog in the mountains and forests.

The uninterrupted continuous fighting made Qing Deng almost unable to distinguish between east, west, south and north.

He swung his sword and took steps like a machine, killing the enemy as soon as he met him. His consciousness fell into a strange blur, and he had no time to think about other things.

At this moment...at this moment when he lifted a bush, his consciousness suddenly became clear.

Just in front of his sight, there stood a huge rock wall.

Countless muskets were placed directly above this rock wall.

At the moment when Qing Deng showed his face--

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

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