I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The soldiers held their loaded muskets steady and pulled the triggers one after another.

Meanwhile, Elodie begins her battle.

She selected a group of people in advance to form a "medical team" specifically responsible for transporting the wounded on the battlefield and taking them to the rear for treatment.

Timely evacuation of the wounded serves two purposes: firstly, it allows those who have a chance of survival to live; secondly, the wails and screams of the wounded can negatively impact morale, so evacuating them early is beneficial for the battle.

Despite a poor start, under Hijikata Toshizo's organized command, the thousand men worked together to gradually launch a counterattack.

And so, barrage of comments filled the space between the two armies.

Anyone with eyes can see which side has the advantage.

No matter how many people fell on the "Slavic Legion" side, those in the back would immediately step forward to fill the gaps, remaining calm and orderly.

In contrast, the sheer number of people working together... it's no exaggeration to say that they were "overwhelmed."

Faced with the suppression of the "Slavic Legion," the thousand soldiers, who were united in purpose, gradually panicked, and their order became visibly disrupted.

The huge gap in military skills cannot be bridged by Toshikazu's shouts and yells.

At that very moment—

"Charge!" (Russian)

A powerful shout rang out from the enemy ranks.

Hijikata Toshizo does not understand Russian.

However, based on the current situation, he guessed the meaning of the Russian phrase.

Sure enough, the once orderly enemy formation suddenly scattered like a flood bursting its banks and rushed forward!

"Hurrah!"

Accompanied by unintelligible shouts, the "Slavic Legion" launched an attack!

In the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the thousand-strong united force—a fierce hand-to-hand battle immediately ensued!

These Slavs were not only excellent marksmen, but also formidable close-combat skills.

In an instant, the white blades turned into crimson blood blades.

Just as one of the men, with a ferocious grin, was about to plunge the bayonet in his hand into the chest of a young man—

Pfft!

A dark figure darted out from the side like a ghost, its blade striking from above with lightning speed, aiming for the man's neck.

The next instant, blood spurted out, and the sounds of flesh being sliced ​​and bones being broken, along with the sound of a fine head flying horizontally, rang out together.

The young man stared blankly at the people who had come to his rescue, muttering to himself:

"Vice-Vice Commander..."

Hijikata Toshizo shook the Izumi no Kami Yasusada sword in his hand, wiping away the remaining bloodstains on the blade, and then reached out his hand to the young man.

"Stand up quickly, the battlefield doesn't allow you to be in a daze."

The young man recovered, nodded vigorously, grabbed Hijikata Toshizo's outstretched hand, and stood up.

"The enemy is attacking! This is exactly what we wanted!"

Hijikata Toshizo stood tall and proud, shouting loudly:

"We are no match for them in shooting, but are we going to lose to them in hand-to-hand combat?"

His words immediately ignited the fighting spirit of the soldiers.

Many of them had been wielding knives since childhood and were proud of their "skill in swordsmanship." They often said things like, "If the Western barbarians also used swords, we would definitely not lose."

In the blink of an eye, the fierce counterattack began!

"Go on!"

"You hairy, smelly white pigs! Don't think you can get the better of us in close combat!"

"Let me show you our swordsmanship!"

The soldiers drew their swords and joined the "Slavic Legion" in battle.

Close-quarters combat... not only were the soldiers able to utilize their strengths, but Hijikata Toshizo was also able to fully demonstrate the power of the "Demon Vice-Commander"!

He spread his arms and danced the dance of Izumi no Kami Kanesada.

He swayed once, then swayed again, then swayed a third time—his body swayed three times, dodging the thrusts of three enemy soldiers in succession.

At the same time—one flash, then another, then a third—his knife flashed three times, and with each flash, one of the three enemy soldiers charging at him fell to the ground.

The hem of his long black trench coat billowed high, making him the most eye-catching presence on the battlefield.

At the same time, a petite figure with pale gold hair also joined the chaotic battle.

"Hey! Look! There's a white girl here!" (Russian)

"Hahaha! And she's a pretty girl! Quick! Capture her alive!" (Russian)

Two enemy soldiers charged at Elodie from the left and right.

Elodie quietly set up the Yamato no Kami Yasusada in her hands.

"You're nothing but a bunch of white-skinned Tatars. Just listening to your incomprehensible barbarian language gives me a headache. Enough talk, bring it on!" (French)

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PS: I forget which warlord in modern times hired a group of Russian mercenaries. These men were not very good at shooting, but they were extremely brave. Whenever they raised their bayonets and charged, they would always cause the enemy to collapse. This story is the inspiration for the "Slavic Legion".

Chapter 929 Ogata Ittai is an [Immortal]! [5200]

Seeing Elodie raise her knife, the two Russian soldiers were even more amused.

Their contempt for Elodie was palpable.

To be fair, the sight of the petite Elodie wielding a katana that seemed completely out of place with her size was rather comical.

The two men slightly adjusted the direction of their bayonets, not aiming for Elodie's vitals, but instead targeting his non-lethal arm.

It seems they intend to take down Yamato no Kami Yasusada from Elodie's grasp and then capture her alive.

In that instant, Elodie seemed to be possessed by Aoto—her posture and her demeanor were quite like those of Niou!

She lowered her eyelids, scanned the area, and firmly locked onto the enemy's location.

She didn't wait for the enemy to get close, but took the initiative to attack!

In the blink of an eye, she strode forward, her elbow snapping open like a broken bowstring, and swung her knife fiercely at the Russian soldier on her left.

The other person's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief—he was completely unprepared for Elodie's initiative.

Faced with the lightning-fast, afterimage-like movement of the blade, he had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the silvery light of the blade covered his entire field of vision.

Pfft!

The body was severed, blood splattered, and bones were exposed.

After killing the man, Elodie steadied herself and turned to attack the enemy on her right.

Elodie's courage to take the initiative and his skill in killing one of his companions in the blink of an eye left his opponents speechless.

At this moment, he dared not be careless. He gritted his teeth, no longer hoping to capture Elodie, and thrust his knife into her chest, clearly intending to kill her.

Elodie spotted the bayonet's location, twisted her body slightly, and dodged it effortlessly.

As she dodged, she took a step closer, and the blade she swung back slashed upwards, grazing the ground and striking her opponent squarely in the chin.

The blade sliced ​​in from the chin and out from the top of the head—the man's entire face split open like a seashell, with a smooth cut in each half.

"Whirring whirring……"

Seeing the two people who had died by his blade, Elodie's expression changed, her cheeks turned pale, and her throat bobbed slightly.

Even though I hadn't expended much energy, I couldn't help but take deep breaths to regulate my breathing.

This was the first time she had ever wielded a knife to kill someone.

Her reaction was calmer than she had expected... but it was still quite unpleasant.

"Kill them!" (Russian)

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"They're just a bunch of short-statured monkeys, they should just die!" (Russian)

"Keep up with Vice Commander Hijikata!"

Suddenly, the shouts of battle all around pulled Elodie back to reality.

She turned her head and looked around, her rapid breathing gradually returning to normal.

At the same time, a resolute look appeared in his eyes.

—This is not the time to be coquettish…!

With this thought in mind, she gripped Yamato no Kami Yasusada tightly in her hand again and threw herself back into the battlefield.

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Although Slavs are not known for their height, their average height still far surpasses that of the Japanese today.

During the Edo period, even the upper-ranking samurai who enjoyed a relatively good quality of life did not necessarily have a tall and strong physique, let alone the Sennin Doshin, who were farmers.

Their staple food is millet, and when the harvest is poor, they have to rely on barnyard grass to fill their stomachs.

Therefore, one cannot expect them to have a very imposing physique.

Regarding the average height of the thousand people in the same group, let's just say that Elodie, who is only 1.42 meters tall, doesn't look out of place among them.

Therefore, when the Russian soldiers launched their charge and engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with thousands of others, it immediately gave the impression of a "tall tribe" fighting a "half-man".

Looking at this group of short, childlike men, the Russian soldiers grinned and revealed ferocious smiles.