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Chapter 1182 The seventh day of the Battle of Dajin has ended! Dajin City still stands!
Seeing Qingdeng so close, the enemy soldier facing him instinctively sensed the danger and subconsciously took a step back.

However, it's too late.

But then Qingdeng lightly flicked his right wrist, and the Vairocana in his palm instantly turned into a blurry and indistinguishable afterimage.

When the blade reformed, the enemy soldier, limp and lifeless from the knife wound to his neck, collapsed to the ground.

"It's Nioh-sama..."

"Lord Niou has arrived!"

"That's wonderful! Lord Niou has personally come to the front lines!"

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Qingdeng's sudden appearance was like a bomb that had fallen into a still lake, except that instead of water droplets, it exploded into waves of cheers.

The defending soldiers, who had been locked in a fierce battle just moments before, were now all invigorated and overjoyed.

The British soldiers were puzzled.

The Northern soldiers were devastated—Qingdeng's "Anti-Army Treasure" has a dual effect: it can both inspire their own side and intimidate the enemy!

Kondo Isami rushed to Aoto's side in three strides and asked quickly:

"Tachibana-kun, what are you doing here?"

"Naturally, we are here to repel the enemy and fill the gap."

After giving this nonchalant response, Qing Deng skillfully flicked his right wrist, shaking off the few remaining bloodstains on the blade.

In the next instant, he shifted his feet—

Kondo Isami suddenly felt a strong gust of wind blow past him, making the hem of his haori flutter and causing him to squint.

This was no ordinary wind, but a powerful gust of wind stirred up by Qingdeng's rapid strides!

An enemy soldier not far from Qingdeng encountered a supernatural event at that moment—Qingdeng, who was just a few meters away, suddenly appeared in front of him!

Before he could react, the blood gushing from his neck had already obscured his vision.

Having long been accustomed to fighting against many, Qing Deng moved, shifted his position, and raised his sword without stopping for a moment.

This time, he approached the British soldiers.

He blindly charged into the middle of several British soldiers and began to slash with his sword!

The first person reacted quickly, instinctively raising the musket in his hand to try and block Qing Deng's slash.

Anyone facing Qing Deng for the first time will always make the mistake of "trying to outmuscle Qing Deng".

With a clang, both the steel gun barrel and the person hiding behind it were cleaved in two.

The second man raised his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, his head fell to his feet.

The third man tried to use his bayonet against Qing Deng, but before he could even get into position, Qing Deng brushed past him. In the instant they passed each other, a flash of light appeared – and after the flash dissipated, blood splattered everywhere.

Qing Deng's slashes had no discernible trajectory.

Swordsmen of his caliber have long since reached the level of "free and easy control," never easily unleashing ineffective strikes, nor making useless movements.

Every move he makes, every gesture... even the direction his body faces, is preparation for the next attack.

Once they've set their sights on a target, they'll take their life from every possible angle and with every possible sword strike! Even the world's top martial artists can't predict their moves!

After slaying several British soldiers in one go, the opposing side finally realized something was wrong as if waking from a dream.

"Fuck!"

"Watch out for this guy! He's moving so fast! I can't even see him clearly!"

"Back off! Back off for now! Get away from this guy!"

In the blink of an eye, the British soldiers retreated hastily, scrambling to get away from Qingdeng.

No matter when or where, "how to retreat" is always a major challenge on the battlefield.

Some people retreated relatively close, while others retreated very far... As a result, the formation became scattered, with "loopholes" available for exploitation everywhere.

Kondo Isami seized the opportunity precisely and shouted:

"The enemy has retreated! If we don't attack now, when will we? Let's drive them back in one fell swoop!"

His command immediately drew widespread responses.

"Go on!"

"With Lord Renwang here, what are you afraid of?! Hurry up and go earn military merits!"

"Cut them all down!"

It was only then that Kondo Isami realized that Aoto had not come alone; he had brought a group of reinforcements with him.

A large group of soldiers with high morale launched an attack with impressive formation—these were the soldiers of the training team!

The training team was, after all, a newly established force with very limited training time.

Although they absorbed many of the original Hachioji's thousand-strong army, in terms of combat skills alone, they could not compare with the Shinsengumi.

However, they possess a unique vigor—a vibrant energy determined to shine on the battlefield!

As a newly formed army, they were even more eager for battle; as a newly formed army, they were even more eager for military merit to prove themselves—it was with this thought in mind that they threw themselves into every battle in recent days.

After the Battle of Toba-Fushimi began, the members of the training squad were eager to fight and looked forward to the "order to attack" at all times.

Unfortunately, due to their distance from the front lines and lack of experience, they were never able to perform well on the battlefield in Toba Fushimi.

After undergoing incredibly arduous training, yet unable to demonstrate their abilities... the members of the training team felt extremely frustrated, each harboring a deep sense of resentment.

Now, the fighting opportunity they had been longing for had finally arrived; the chance to vent the anger that had been building up inside them had finally come... It was perfectly reasonable for them to show such a murderous look.

In the blink of an eye, they quickly and efficiently formed ranks, raised their guns, aimed, and fired.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Several British soldiers fell to the ground.

The support from the training team has further fueled the counterattack.

The militiamen thrust their bamboo spears forward, piercing the bodies of enemy soldiers one by one.

The gunmen repeatedly fired, reloaded, fired again, and reloaded.

The swordsmen wielded their blades like wheels.

As for Qing Deng... his offensive became increasingly fierce, repeatedly tearing gaps in the enemy ranks!

His extreme slashing speed, combined with his movement speed mechanics, makes his kill efficiency almost unbelievable.

Often, while one column of blood is still gushing out, he has already moved to the side of another enemy soldier and created another column of blood.

"Ju Qingdeng! Just you wait! The one who laughs last will definitely be..."

An enemy soldier cried out in despair as he desperately swung his palm-shaped blade with all his might.

His momentum was still decent, but before he could even finish his sentence, a dark purple blade of light had already swept across his neck... and another headless corpse lay on the ground.

Soon, under Qingdeng's leadership, the enemy's defeat became evident.

The first to flee were actually the previously exceptionally brave British soldiers.

The British soldiers, no longer displaying their previous arrogance, collapsed and fled in disarray.

The British soldiers had all fled, and the Northern soldiers, unable to sustain themselves—they had only managed to hold out this long thanks to the victory at the Battle of Dian—had no choice but to follow in the footsteps of the British, fleeing the breach and disappearing into the distance. Some, blinded by rage, gave chase—Qing Deng stopped them in time.

"Come back! No need to chase!"

Since it was the order of the King of Benevolence, no one dared to disobey.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, looking at the fleeing enemies, the battlefield where the fighting had ceased, and the breach that had been successfully defended. Gradually, they came to their senses and began to celebrate their victory.

"We win! We win!"

"The enemy has been defeated!"

"I told you all long ago, as long as Lord Niou is here, we will definitely win!"

Surrounded by cheers, Qingdeng remained calm, turning his head without joy or sorrow to shout to those behind him:

"Puqing Office! Repair the city walls now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the civil engineering guys from the General Affairs Department, who were already prepared, rushed out.

They were seen using carrying poles, handcarts, and livestock to transport huge stones and logs, surging towards the breach in the city wall.

It's definitely impossible to get the civil engineers at the Puqing Bureau to completely repair the city wall.

The only effective remedy is to block the gap with stones and wood.

Although this method can hardly be called "repair" and has nothing to do with the word "solid," it is better than nothing, and it is better than leaving the city wall with a big hole in it.

Seeing that the "repair" work at Puqing was progressing smoothly, with countless stones and pieces of wood being filled into the gap, Qingdeng, having no further orders to issue, silently turned and left while sheathing the Vairocana.

At this moment, Kondo Isami strode over and said in a deep voice:

"Kid Tachibana, it seems the northern city wall has also been breached. Should we go and provide support?"

Qingdeng gently shook his head:
"No need, I have already sent a very capable helper over there."

……

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The northern wall of Otsu Castle—

After Nakajima Noboru led reinforcements, the pressure on Inoue Genzaburo, Sagara Sozo, and others was greatly relieved.

The fierce battle between the two sides gradually reached a stalemate, much like two waves pushing and shoving each other, neither able to overpower the other.

The current situation is clear: we are good at blocking the enemy, but not good at pushing them back.

In other words, they lacked a "spear"—a sharp "spear" strong enough to suppress the enemy!
With this thought in mind, Sozo Sagara gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:
—If another batch of reinforcements arrives, or one or two exceptionally skilled experts come, the current stalemate can be broken!

Before he could think further, another group of enemy soldiers came into view.

It was obvious to the opposing side that Sagara Sozo was not an insignificant pawn.

With mediocre strength but a certain status... this makes them the most valuable target for the enemy.

From the moment he started, Sagara Sozo was under constant fire.

Despite the dangers that followed, he remained fearless, gripping the knife tightly in his hand and stepping forward to meet the challenge.

Just as he was about to engage the enemy—

call out! !

A sharp whistling sound rang in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a large spear swept out from his side, shredding the bodies of the enemy soldiers in front of him to pieces with a single blow!

Sagara Souzo was taken aback, turning his glazed gaze to look at the gunman—a very fat man with an extremely plump figure.

"you are……?"

Shintaro Toujou responded calmly:
"Just a fat guy who came to do his bit."

Having said that, the overweight uncle, once hailed as "the prodigy of Langhua," deftly manipulated his fingertips, and the astonishingly long spear twirled lightly in his palm like a swallow in flight.

"My body's getting sluggish again..."

He muttered something and took a few steps forward, moving in front of Sagara Sozo.

"The enemy's offensive has run out of steam, and now is the perfect time to launch a counterattack."

Upon hearing this, Sozo Sagara instinctively responded:

"That's exactly what I was thinking, but we currently lack the strength to retaliate..."

Shintaro Toujou interrupted expressionlessly:
"You don't need to worry about that. Although my skills have deteriorated a lot, I can still be of some help."

After speaking, he picked up his large gun and strode forward.

One step, two steps, three steps... When he took the fourth step, he suddenly accelerated!
In the blink of an eye, he burst into the enemy ranks, displaying a speed completely disproportionate to his size!
With a firm footing and a ready stance, he swung his gun—and the mangled bodies of several enemy soldiers flew into the air!
The barrel of the large spear is much larger than that of a regular katana, so its killing range is exceptionally wide!

When Shintaro Tojo launched his offensive, he cut down wave after wave of enemy soldiers like mowing grass!
Soon, there were no more enemy soldiers standing safely around him.

Despite her large, pregnant belly, she was as valiant as Zhao Zilong... Her imposing figure astonished both the enemy and her own men, such as Inoue Genzaburo and Sagara Sozo, leaving them speechless.

Although he didn't know who this agile fat man was, Sagara Sozo reacted quickly, initially surprised but then delighted—a "spear" capable of suppressing the enemy had appeared!
The same applies to Inoue Genzaburo.

"Advance! Suppress the enemy!"

After issuing a brief instruction, Inoue Genzaburo once again set an example for everyone, taking the lead.

At the same time, Sagara Sozo turned his head and shouted to a group of militiamen not far away:
"If you don't dare to fight the enemy head-on, then gather together! Hold up your bamboo spears and charge at the enemy like cavalry, and you can easily impale them on the tips of your spears!"

Upon hearing this, the militiamen quickly did as instructed, huddling together like hedgehogs, maintaining a tight formation with their shoulders touching and legs together, holding their bamboo spears firmly in front of their chests, and pressing down on the enemy like a wall.

The effect is immediate.

Acting in groups can effectively reduce fear.

The "forest of guns" charging in formation was enough to make anyone hesitate.

First came the sudden appearance of a powerful, overweight man, followed by a sudden all-out attack... The perfectly coordinated "double strike" left the enemy disoriented, allowing them to advance the battle line in one go, reclaiming the land inch by inch, and gradually taking back the city walls.

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After the enemy's attacks on the east and north sides of Otsu City failed, the British resumed shelling.

The soldiers inside the city skillfully retreated back into their bunkers.

The battlefield has returned to a state of "firing at each other but not being able to see each other."

When they successfully defended the city walls, it was nearly 3 p.m.

Therefore, the British bombardment did not last long.

About three hours later, the blood-red sunset sank below the horizon, and the British artillery bombardment ceased as scheduled.

The Battle of Otsu ended on the 7th day.

On this day, the enemy's offensive was thwarted, and the city of Otsu remained steadfast and had not yet fallen!

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