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Chapter 935 Qing Deng's "New Form": Transformed into [Yaksha]! [4500]

Inoue Genzaburo turned his head and shouted to the soldiers behind him:
"Hurry! Follow closely!"

Behind him, countless soldiers followed closely and aggressively, following the bloody path that Qingdeng and his group had fought their way through, heading towards the top of the mountain and towards the enemy's main camp.

Qing Deng's words just now - "The enemy has only become a little stronger, but you are at a loss. I am really disappointed" - made the soldiers blush.

Being beaten to pieces by the enemy, forcing the general to utter the word "disappointment" himself, and forcing the general to lead only three people to fight the enemy... Anyone with a little self-respect would feel ashamed of this.

In order to make up for their mistakes, they regained their will to fight, and under the leadership of Inoue Genzaburo, Fujido Heisuke and other soldiers, they launched an offensive with a roar.
Their idea was great, to catch up with Qing Deng and lend a helping hand.

However... before long, they were shocked by the scene before them.

All I saw was the enemy's corpses lying all over the ground along the way!

Almost every body was killed with one blow, and they were lying all over the place.

The few remaining survivors were basically breathing in but not out, lying on the ground, dying.

The endless hillside was littered with the enemy's shattered corpses... Unless you see it with your own eyes, you will never be able to experience the shock of it!
In such a scene, it is hard to imagine that this is the result of a battle created by just four people!

Even people like Inoue Genzaburo, who were also members of the "Shieikan faction" and were familiar with Aoto and Souji, were shocked.

Looking at this scene, a soldier swallowed hard and expressed everyone's thoughts in a low voice:

"Does Lord Niou still need our support...?"

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"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no enemy soldiers around, Souji greedily inhaled the fresh air, racing against time to regulate his breathing.

When was the last time you took a breath?
She had no idea about it anymore.

With only 4 people facing off against most of the Raid Team's strength... it is impossible to find accurate words to describe the pressure they are facing!
In order to deal with the overwhelming enemy forces, she often forgot to breathe. She literally had no chance to catch her breath!
It was not until her chest began to hurt from lack of oxygen that she realized she had not breathed in a long time.

After she calmed down her breath a little, she swallowed hard to moisten her terribly dry throat - all of a sudden, she felt a pain in her throat, as if what she swallowed was not saliva, but a bunch of sharp blades.

The temperature is very low today, it seems like it will snow at any time, and the air is filled with a dry smell.

In order to keep up with Qing Deng's attack speed, Souji, Nagakura Shinpachi and Saito Ichito exhausted all their physical strength and tried their best.

There is only a limited amount of time available for them to breathe.

The only way to keep up with this huge consumption is to seize the limited time for breathing, open your mouth wide, and swallow oxygen in big gulps.

In this way, without the heating and humidification of the nasal cavity, the dry air can make their throats become like cracked earth in just a short while, and every time they swallow a mouthful of saliva, they can faintly taste the taste of blood.

Suddenly, Souji's expression changed slightly - a strong and familiar cough rose in his throat.

She promptly and skillfully raised her left arm and covered her face with her sleeve:

“Cough…! Cough cough cough…!”

She has a lot of experience in how to hide her cough.

If you can bear it, bear it. If you really can't bear it, cover your face with your sleeves and pretend to wipe the sweat off your face, but in fact you are coughing in your arms to reduce the sound as much as possible.

Even if he coughed up blood, it would be mixed with the blood splashed by the enemies on his clothes, and outsiders would not be able to see it at all.

The medicine that medical chief Aizaburou Nanjo gave her last night was very effective.

After taking the medicine, she immediately felt much more comfortable in her throat and chest.

What a pity... Nanjo Aizaburo clearly said: This medicine can only relieve the symptoms but cannot cure the disease.

Before the war started, the general did not feel uncomfortable.

But after the battle began, his physical energy was rapidly depleted, and Souji immediately felt the strong and familiar itching sensation taking control of his throat and chest again.

It turned out that Aizaburou Nanjo's strong advice to her not to go to the front line and to rest quietly in the rear was accurate medical advice.

Although her body felt extremely uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling in her throat and chest, she did not give in, did not put away the knife in her hand, and did not stop following Qing Deng closely!
She clenched her teeth tightly and tried to hold it in.

——Please...! Just hold on a little longer...!
She stroked her chest gently and prayed to her body.

In addition to Souji, the other two swordsmen beside her - Nagakura Shinpachi and Saito Hajime - are also in poor condition.

Because there were no enemy troops attacking at the moment, the three of them were able to focus on caring for each other while chasing Qing Deng.

Nagakura Shinpachi turned his head and looked at Saito Hajime beside him:

"Hey, Saito, are you okay?"

Saito Hajime's face was as pale as paper, his lips were dry and bloodless, and his right hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

It was obvious that his physical strength had reached its limit.

Physical strength is one of Saito Hajime's weaknesses.

After such a fierce battle... His physical strength had long been exhausted, and he couldn't even hold the knife steadily. Now he had to rely on his willpower to hold on.

In order to hold the Setshuju Ikeda Kishinmaru Kunishige firmly in his hand, he tore a piece of cloth from his haori and tightly wrapped it around his right palm and the handle.

Facing Nagakura Shinpachi's concern, Saito Yi slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said softly:

"I'm fine. Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself first. Is your leg injury okay?"

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze to look at Nagakura Shinpachi's right thigh - most of the latter's hakama was stained a terrifying dark red with blood!

Just now, an enemy soldier took advantage of Shinpachi Nagakura's inattention, launched a sneak attack from his blind spot, and slashed at his chest.

With his rich combat experience and extraordinary reaction speed, Shinpachi Nagakura dodged in time.

Although his chest was spared the disaster, his thigh was grazed by the opponent's blade. The wound was deep and bleeding profusely!
Shinpachi Nagakura is indeed a veteran who has been through many battles.

Seeing that his thigh was injured, he calmly took out the linen he carried with him from his arms and used it to tie the base of his thigh, successfully stopping the bleeding.

In fact, the thighs are also one of the fatal parts of the human body.

The inside of the thigh is densely covered with important arteries. If they rupture, it will cause extremely serious blood loss!

Losing too much blood due to thigh injuries... There are too many people like this who died.

Nagakura Shinpachi pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled:
"It's just a minor flesh wound, no problem!"

Although he tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, anyone could see that the injury that stained half of his hakama red was not a minor one.

In terms of the paleness of the face, Nagakura Shinpachi is not inferior to Saito Hajime.

Perhaps because he didn't want his companions to worry about him, Nagakura Shinpachi took the initiative to change the subject and turned to look at Souji.

"Soji, can you still hold on?"

Like Saito Hajime, Souji, who takes the "high attack, high burst" route, is not known for his physical strength.

Therefore, her complexion was also very bad at the moment - of course, her weak appearance was largely affected by tuberculosis.

The chief shook his head slightly.
"I am fine."

After she finished speaking, she paused, then raised her eyes and cast a worried look at Qing Deng in front of her.

"...Honestly speaking, I think Qing Deng is the one who should be cared for the most right now."

Upon hearing this, Nagakura and Saito both had complicated expressions on their faces.

Saito nodded slightly and murmured:
"Yeah, I agree..."

Nagakura Shinpachi smacked his lips:
"Mr. Tachibana's current state... is simply as if he is seeking death...!"

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“Hoo…! Hoo…! Hoo…! Hoo…!”

The sound of rapid breathing formed an overwhelming barrier of sound.

Qing Deng breathed through his mouth and nose, extracting energy for movement from oxygen.

Even though his oxygen intake was far less than his consumption, he did not slow down his pace. He did not allow himself any rest time.

Kill, kill, and kill again!

Sprint, sprint, and sprint again!

Never stopped, never rested.

This kind of completely reckless fighting style... Nagakura Shinpachi said it well: It's like seeking death!
Even with the blessing of talents such as "Lock Blood +7", "Yuan Yang +7", and "Iron Lung +5", it cannot withstand such consumption.

The muscles in his legs had already been groaning in pain, and his lungs were overwhelmed.

Although intense pain and fatigue had dominated his entire body, Qing Deng was like a robot at the moment, with no expression on his face and no emotion in his eyes.

In fact, it’s not wrong to say that he is a robot - because he can’t feel anything now!

He felt no pain, no fatigue...even the annoyance and anxiety that had been lingering in his heart had disappeared.

Emotions become weak and memories become blurred.

He only remembered that his mind was full of thoughts on defeating the enemy formation in front of him, rushing to Kanto, and becoming stronger.

Becoming stronger—this thought filled every corner of his mind.

Then... from a certain moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of his eyes became narrow and he could only see the enemy in front of him.

Then, the hearing also became strange.

Apart from his own breathing, he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

At this moment, Souji and others who were left far behind were calling him desperately.

Zongsi and others were already exhausted, but Qingdeng did not show any sign of fatigue. Not only did he not slow down, but he was getting faster and faster!

As a result, the gap between the two sides is widening, and there is a risk of disconnection.

Souji and others shouted at Qing Deng to slow down.

But what can he do... Qingdeng can no longer hear their voices.

Gradually, after vision and hearing, Qingdeng's consciousness gradually entered a state of half sleep and half wakefulness.

In a trance, he felt like... he was one with the world!
Although he can't see or hear clearly, his senses are extremely sharp! Any slight movement can't escape his perception!
This feeling... Qing Deng is not unfamiliar.

He's been through this before.

Just a few months ago, during the Kyoto Summer Campaign, he had entered such a state when he personally braved arrows and stones to attack Tianwang Mountain!
A wonderful state...

An extremely powerful state!
Suddenly, a series of gunshots were heard in front of him - several bullets were fired from the grass not far in front of him!

The attack happened in a flash - and Qing Deng's response also happened in a flash.

His sprinting momentum remained unchanged, and his body was like a thin piece of paper, swaying lightly a few times and dodging all the bullets.

Then, black shadows surged... enemies rushed towards Qingdeng from different directions like a tide!
At the moment when the enemy group appeared, Qing Deng tightly grasped the knife in his hand, his body turned into feathers, and flew into the air! Without hesitation, he rushed into the enemy's sword formation!

The moment he jumped, the chests of the two people in front of him were cut open.

When he flew high over someone's head, the person's crown was cut off and a column of blood spurted out.

Someone noticed Qing Deng's position and thrust out the bayonet in his hand before he hit the ground. There was a sharp "swish" sound, but the tip of the bayonet only pierced Qing Deng's afterimage.

The next moment, the man's head flew out and rolled to the side of another dead body - at this time, Qing Deng was already several meters away.

I don't know when, Qing Deng had quietly changed his sword and had a wakizashi in his left hand.

Qing Deng was not good at using wakizashi.

He basically has only one use for this short weapon - to use it as a hidden weapon!

Before he could even warm up the wakizashi, he threw it out with all his might, hitting someone right in the heart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-!"

“Huh…huh…huh…huh…”

"Look at the knife!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell now!"

"Woooo..."

From angry shouts to painful whimpers.

From roars of anger to screams of resentment.

From slashing to stabbing to shooting.

The members of the Special Forces tried every possible means, but were still no match for Qing Deng!
Some were pierced through the heart.

Some have completely separated upper and lower bodies.

Some had their throats cut and could only wait for death in despair from suffocation.

They fell to the ground one after another... They paid such a huge sacrifice, but they couldn't slow down Qing Deng's pace at all! One can't help but doubt whether their sacrifice was meaningful!
It was so easy... so easy! Qing Deng killed them so easily, as if he was playing with them in the palm of his hand!

Amidst the bloody rain, a beam of sunlight hit Qingdeng's face.

In the sunlight, a barely perceptible smile could be seen on his cheeks.

The right half of the face was hidden in the shadows, without any expression; the left half of the face was bathed in light, with the corners of the mouth slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

Her fair skin was stained with blood, she galloped across the battlefield with ease, killing enemies with a smile on her face despite her cold eyes...

This appearance is exactly what one could call... a Yaksha!
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Nangong Mountain, the top of the mountain, the main camp of the special forces——

Takasugi Shinsaku put his hands behind his back and stared towards the south expressionlessly.

Beside him, Omura Masujiro had a gloomy face and clenched his fists tightly.

The shouts and screams were getting closer... they could already vaguely smell the pungent smell of blood.

"...Mr. Omura, quickly lead everyone to evacuate and set up a new defense line on the eastern slope of Nangong Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Omura Masujiro couldn't help but frown and looked at Takasugi Shinsaku with a complicated expression.

Takasugi Shinsaku had already guessed what he wanted to say, and spoke first:

"Our fight is not over yet."

"From the beginning to the end, our mission is only one: to buy time for Guijun and the others."

"As long as we can hold back the Shinsengumi... even if it's only for an hour, it's worth it."

"We will set up a new line of defense on the eastern foot of Nangong Mountain and fight to the last man."

Having said that, he pulled out the Muramasa from his waist and took out a red pill from his pocket.

"Hurry up and act. I am the only one who can stop Tachibana Aoto right now and here."

"...Yes, I understand."

Omura Masujiro did not say much and silently accepted the order.

"You all heard it! Evacuate to the east slope! Quickly!"

Under the orderly command of Omura Masujiro, the soldiers of the main camp quickly and orderly packed up their equipment and instruments and moved to the eastern slope.

Soon, Takasugi Shinsaku was the only one left on the huge mountain top.

Takasugi Shinsaku stood alone, staring straight to the south, waiting quietly.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, closed his eyes, an expression full of emotion on his face, slowly raised the knife, and silently put the red pill in his hand into his mouth.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes - in front of him, which was originally empty, there suddenly appeared a sinister figure covered in blood.

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Because I had so much fun last night, I didn’t fall asleep until 3am… (crying leopard head.jpg)