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In the chaotic military formation, dozens of brave warriors advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, guarding the two sedan chairs and retreating on the green grass like a carpet.

However, although they were being chased, they did not look panicked. Occasionally, they looked at the general who was riding a horse and leading the foot soldiers to stay behind, and the shame of enduring humiliation and living was beyond words.

However, the two princes they were guarding at this time were extremely important to the war in the entire Sekigahara area. They had received military orders and must protect the princes' safety.

When retreating, they looked at each other and were determined to die.

The leader looked quite young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, only about 1.65 meters tall, not good-looking, with a square face, small eyes, and eyebrows like a bunch of weeds. At this time, his expression was solemn and serious, giving people a very calm feeling.

He tightly grasped the spear and said in a deep voice: "If the general dies in battle, we will not fulfill our duty as guards. When we find out who leaked the news and behead him, I will commit suicide by disembowelment!"

"We will go with you."

"No! Look over there!"

At this moment, a bespectacled samurai suddenly saw another large group of troops coming out of the woods and exclaimed.

The hundreds of cavalrymen leading the way, as well as the large group of iron artillery troops, plus the three thousand foot soldiers on the front line, a total of four thousand troops, can be regarded as a force that can determine victory even in a large-scale battle.

In order not to attract attention, Lord Arima did not bring many soldiers to support him. Even if the samurai, foot soldiers, civilians, and maids are included, there are only a few hundred people.

The other side is going to kill them all!

"The morale of the foot soldiers has collapsed."

The leading young samurai gritted his teeth and issued a military order: "Lord Imagawa, Lord Shimada, you and the sedan bearers escort the two princes to evacuate, and the rest of you follow me to escort Lord Arima!"

After that, he led the other samurai to support the constantly collapsing battle formation.

The battle situation was urgent and there was no room for hesitation. The two strange young samurai wearing glasses pursed their lips and shouted to the sedan bearers to run away with shame on their faces.

On the front line, seeing that the other side had a large group of reinforcements, dust was everywhere, shouts were heard all day long, and the sound of iron cannons was dense like rain. In the smoke, the comrades around him were shot one after another, blood splattered, and they fell to the ground screaming. In the chaos, they were stepped on a few times and died.

In a trance, there were voices shouting: "Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!"

This voice sounded like it came from the opposite side, but at this time, the two sides were fighting hand to hand, and there was no clear distinction. Each side could even see the other's face twisted by anger, and could feel the slippery touch of warm blood splashing on the face.

This situation, like a hell-like Shura field, made the foot soldiers who had experienced countless battles feel desperate, and their morale was on the verge of collapse. They just numbly clenched the long spears in their hands and kept stabbing. If it weren't for the brave warriors on horseback leading them to win dozens of big and small fierce battles, the army would have collapsed long ago.

But even so, there were still people who dropped their weapons and turned around to run away.

"Coward!"

The young samurai raised his hand and stabbed a fleeing foot soldier to death with a gun, and glanced at the other deserters with murderous intent, "Either go back and fight, I will pretend I didn't see it, or die now!"

A fleeing junior samurai saw dozens of samurai behind him as a supervisor, and looked at the thousands of troops behind him, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword from his waist: "Asshole, get out of my way!"

Just after rushing a few steps, the samurai ducked and pushed, and the seemingly heavy iron gun bit like a poisonous snake. In the sun, only a cold light could be seen, and there was a sharp pain in the heart.

After stabbing the junior samurai to death cleanly, the young samurai put away the gun and returned, scanning the deserters, "Go back!"

The foot soldiers hesitated for two seconds, and ran back again, rolling and crawling.

The young samurai also led dozens of samurai to charge forward with spears in hand: "Lord Arima, we are here to help you!"

The young samurai shouted loudly, fearlessly blocking the broken spear array with his iron spear, and pierced the enemy army with his fierce and steady spear skills.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were several more roars of iron cannons in the distance. Before the smoke rose, the young samurai only felt a pain in his left arm, as if he was bitten by something, and he couldn't do anything.

He didn't even look at the injury, and simply threw away the gun and drew out the sword to fight.

Swish, swish, swish!

At this time, a rain of arrows came down, and there seemed to be many more small black spots on the body. The young warrior was shocked when he saw this. He ducked into the enemy formation and slashed a foot soldier in the chest with a sword. Then he carried the body to resist the rain of arrows. The tip of his nose was full of fishy smell. He could occasionally feel arrows piercing his body, but the armor was excellent and the arrows did not penetrate deeply, which did not affect his combat effectiveness.

He kept slashing with the sword in his hand, and several warriors behind him advanced and retreated together. For a time, the despair in his chest was replaced by a kind of rage and heroism, and the body that should have been exhausted suddenly gained strength.

"Haha! With you all here, what is there to fear about death? Evil thief, take a knife from Master Ma!"

The young warrior laughed three times, but unexpectedly, the excellent armor on his body attracted the attention of the other warriors, who dispatched troops to surround and kill him.

The other warriors who had fought with the young warrior into the enemy camp were outnumbered and separated. The young warrior fought with several enemy warriors in the battle for several seconds, and was injured in many places. Blood continued to flow out of his body, and his strength gradually disappeared.

Looking around, the friendly soldiers were dead and injured, and the enemy's victory cheers seemed to come from behind. The faces of these warriors who were close at hand seemed to be covered in shadows and could not be seen clearly. A feeling of powerlessness and weakness came over me.

"I have tried my best. I think I have fulfilled the oath of life, right?"

He managed to stand up, holding a knife in one hand. Before he could think any more, several spears came at him and were about to pierce his chest.

call!

At this moment, something like a strong wind came from the hillside not far away, and the sound was as loud as thunder.

The ashigaru and samurai on the battlefield were startled by the sound. They quickly stopped chasing the defeated army and looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

I saw dozens of fire dragons sweeping in around a gray cloud. The clouds covered the sky and even covered the scorching sun at noon. The flames were looming in the clouds, just like the legendary dragon of fire.

The clouds and mist quickly reached everyone's heads, and the morale of the soldiers was shaken. The warriors at all levels shouted and tried to stabilize their subordinates, but the next moment,

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A long dragon composed of dozens of flames descended from the sky with great force, streaking through the air, followed by a series of ear-piercing explosions.

Before these soldiers and warriors could react, the dragon of flames slammed down hard, and the battlefield, which was originally a bloody meat grinder, suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire. Everything as far as the eye could see was red, the skin was torn apart by the high temperature, and the smoke was so intense that The smoke makes it hard to open your eyes.

"Xilulu!"

The horses of the cavalry were frightened on the spot, and they kicked off their horses and ran away.

With the loss of command and the suspected attack of monsters, the fire rain from the sky seems to be endless.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ear-piercing explosions of flames crashing down in the air continued like a nightmare, and the thousands of ashigaru military formations collapsed instantly.

"Monster! It's a monster!"

"Run away! The monster is coming!"

The burly veteran who shuttled freely among the enemy's formation had already seen the collapse of his own battle formation and was already determined to die. Even when he heard the thunderous sound, he did not stop. For some reason, the horse under his crotch was not frightened by the scorching sun and fire rain, and his eyes The scarlet ground carried warriors constantly chasing and killing the fleeing enemy troops.

"What a great opportunity! There must be help from the gods. You gentlemen and I will follow Lord Arima to hunt down these evil thieves!"

The young samurai didn't know what was going on, but when he saw that the flames seemed to have eyes to avoid his own soldiers and focus on burning the enemy's troops, he made a random joke, pulled up a broken army and converged in the direction of the burly veteran general.

Just then,

"Pong!"

A fleeing iron artilleryman fired a shot behind him in panic, without even taking aim. The smoke rose. The gunshot was inconspicuous in the hell-like battlefield. It was just a small sound, like water droplets dripping into the ocean. It can no longer be captured in an instant.

He ran away without looking back, and did not see the burly veteran behind him sway feebly twice before falling down.

"Arima-sama!"

The young warrior's eyes were splitting, and he hurried over with his seriously injured body. He saw corpses lying on the ground in front of him, and the bright red blood stained a large piece of grass. The veteran lay flat on the soft grass blanket, facing the blue sky, and The breath is gone, but it is already as breathless as a gossamer, and it is the last moment.

The old war horse beside him lingered around him, giving him a gentle nudge from time to time, as if he wanted to wake him up, just like when he was a pony, he and his master took a nap together on the hillside of his hometown and missed the chance to go home. Like time.

The young warrior ran over in embarrassment, slipped in the mire full of blood, rolled to his feet again, and finally knelt down weakly in front of the veteran and sobbed.

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"How are you two, Your Highness?"

The young samurai wiped his tears and quickly replied: "I have sent Lord Imagawa and Lord Shimada to escort him away. He is safe."

The veteran general nodded slightly and asked again: "Our army was defeated?"

"No, the enemy army has been defeated. The divine fire only burns those despicable people. God must come to help us. Lord Arima, please hold on. If God comes later, I will go and ask Him. God will be merciful. I will give you magic medicine to make you well!”

The young samurai said as if grasping a life-saving straw, then he knelt on the ground, looked at the gray clouds in the sky and shouted: "Kami-sama, please save Arima-sama!"

While talking, he kept kowtowing.

Arima Takayasu shook his head, "The general will inevitably die in battle. I have already ignored matters of life and death. It's just that your two highnesses are related to the overall situation. The people of Kanto are like wolves and tigers and leopards, with hearts like snakes and scorpions. Military discipline is ruined. If the war is allowed to burn to Kansai, I am afraid that people will be in ruins, Zezong, promise me to protect the two highnesses until they arrive."

He gradually lost his voice as he spoke. The light in his old eyes dimmed, and he vaguely saw the gray clouds filling the sky shrinking and turning into a white figure.

In his last glance before darkness fell, he did not look at the white figure, but looked at the blue sky and the lingering clouds that were revealed again.

Eternal sky, once romantic, is this my final fate? I am really unwilling to accept it.

Arima Zezong continued to kowtow to pray to the gods.

"I am not a god."

He only heard a solemn and solemn voice. He looked up happily, only to find that it was a huge white fox with a white light all over its body. It was as big as a house. Its two tails were like fluffy white clouds. Its expression was expressionless. The demon's anger was extremely calm, and its pair of narrow fox eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Higashino Yu looked at the samurai in front of him and recognized him at a glance. Isn't this Arima boy?

However, seeing that he seemed to be completely immersed in this historical sketch, Higashi Yeyu thought for two seconds and asked, "Do you still remember Higashino Yu?"

"Higashino. Who is that?" Arima Norimune's dirty face, stained with sweat and blood, showed confusion.

Higashino Yu nodded thoughtfully and said, "I don't have the power to save him, run for your life."

Then he turned into mist and dissipated.

Seeing the white fox dissipate into mist, Arima Norimune fell to his knees helplessly.

"Lord Arima, let's retreat quickly. The enemy will soon regroup. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

At this time, a samurai came to persuade him. Arima Norimune naturally knew the severity of the matter. He looked at the soldiers who fled in a panic with hatred, carried the body of the old general and led the old horse to retreat.

Higashino Yu turned into mist and followed the defeated army. He saw many familiar figures on the road, but they seemed to have lost their memories.

Where are Sanae and the others?

Then, he suddenly saw several foot soldiers carrying two sedan chairs in front of him and running for their lives.

Sedan is a means of transportation for the nobles on the island country, similar to the sedan chairs in ancient Shenzhou, but compared with the spacious sedan chairs, the sedan chairs are extremely small.

The sedan chair was hung under a beam, and could only accommodate a short person. People who were slightly taller could not sit in it. Four people carried it, two in front and two in the back, just like carrying a coffin.

But from the appearance, it can be seen that the person in the sedan chair is of prominent status - the sedan chair is painted black, and it looks glazed. The decoration is gorgeous and elegant with golden chrysanthemum patterns. It shines in the sun and is well-made.

There are also dozens of maids in kimonos following behind, but wooden clogs are obviously not suitable for escaping. Many maids panicked and fell on the grass, and the team was extremely scattered.

Dongye Yu took a look and found that there were many female classmates among the maids. Like Arima Zemune before, they seemed to be completely immersed in this place and put themselves into their roles.

It was like playing a big drama.

Dongye Yu did not find Sanae among these maids, so he turned into a white fox to stop the sedan bearers.

"Stop!" Dongye Yu said in a deep voice.

When the sedan bearers saw such a huge fox with two tails in front of them, they screamed in fear and fled in all directions.

Dong Yeyu ignored the fleeing sedan bearers and walked to one of the sedans. He lowered his head and looked inside through the narrow window of the sedan. As expected, he saw a touch of gold and whispered, "See you tomorrow, Miss?"

The blonde girl in the sedan pushed open the small window of the sedan, and an elf-like girl appeared in front of her. She calmly looked at the fox head in front of her that was bigger than the sedan, nodded gently, and said softly, "Good afternoon, Mr. A Yu."

Encountering such a strange thing, she was not panicked at all?

Dong Yeyu wanted to see some panic in the girl's eyes so that he could laugh at her at the right time, but he only saw calmness like the sea in her ice-blue eyes. And why did she still have memories?

Was it because of the practice?

Dongye Yu pondered and answered subconsciously: "Good afternoon, Your Highness."

"As the most loyal attendant of His Excellency the Knight, you didn't recognize me?"

At this time, another familiar voice came from another sedan chair, and the small window was pushed open, and a girl who looked exactly like the girl in front of him was looking at him.

Two Sanae? Dongye Yu was stunned.