I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

His thoughts became faster than lightning, and all sorts of passionate words that he would never normally think of came out of his mouth one after another.

Whether it was to create an eye-catching battle flag to boost morale, or to charge forward with the flag and promise his men that they would "meet again under the flag," it was all a sudden flash of inspiration in Qing Deng's mind.

Suddenly, scenes from the night five days ago, when the team members sang Edo folk songs together, flashed rapidly before Aoto's eyes.

After reminiscing, Qingdeng suddenly felt an urge to sing.

The blood in his veins burned Qingdeng's entire body, causing excruciating pain.

He felt that if he didn't let loose and sing a spirited song, it would be difficult to express the pent-up emotions that were building up in his heart!

The songs performed by Qingdenghui are not many.

Of the few pieces of music Qingdeng knew, only one was suitable for the current situation.

A battle song that Elodie taught him a while ago, which he had only recently learned!

Although the lyrics of this song don't quite fit the theme of "chasing down the escaped bandit leader"... whatever!

Singing songs based solely on one's mood, without considering anything else—this is a new lesson that Qing Deng just learned five days ago from those members of the group who sang Edo folk songs according to their own whims!

"The day of glory has arrived."

"Contre nous, de la tyrannie." (What opposes us is tyranny and despotism.)

"L'étendard sanglant est levé!" (The blood-stained flag has been raised!)

"The blood-stained flag has been raised!"

The song Qingdeng sang was the anti-imperialist and anti-feudal revolutionary battle song that Elodie had taught him: "La Marseillaise"!

Inspiring and rousing songs poured out of Qingdeng's mouth.

There is no instrumental or harmonic accompaniment.

No accompaniment is needed!

At this moment, the strong wind blowing against the current from running is the best musical instrument! The sound of footsteps pounding the earth like a torrent is the best harmony!

"Sous nos drapeaux que la victoire," (May we find peace in magnificent song,)

"Accoureà tes mles accents," (May you achieve great success in your first battle.)

“Que tes ennemis expirants:” (Let the dying enemy watch:)

"Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!" (Your victory, our glory!)

"Piercing through clouds and splitting rocks," "Golden voice," "Singing like a nightingale," "A young musical prodigy"... all these talents related to singing are now activated.

Thanks to his natural talent, Qing Deng sang a little off-key, but overall it wasn't a big problem.

Every note was like a powerful flame, a thunderbolt, or a fierce storm, burning, roaring, and blowing in the ears of the soldiers following closely behind Yu Qingdeng.

It makes one feel as if they are in a pot of boiling water, the bubbling heat making them forget the chill of late autumn and the weariness that seeps into their flesh.

"Formez vos bataillons!" (Gather your troops!)

"Marchons, marchons!"

“Qu'un sang impur” (the enemy’s dirty blood)

"Abreuve nos sillons." (They will irrigate our fields!)

The complete Marseillaise is nearly 11 minutes long, and Qingdeng sang it all without missing a single word.

He sang it once and still felt it wasn't enough—he sang it again and again.

Lan Jing and the others, of course, did not understand French.

However, the power of music lies in the fact that even if you don't understand the lyrics, its boundless power can still travel through your entire body with every note!

Because he was completely focused on what was happening in front of him, Qing Deng was unaware of the changes his subordinates behind him were undergoing.

How stirring is the melody of the Marseillaise! It can uplift the spirits of all listeners!

If Qing Deng's speech just now was like piling up a bundle of firewood in everyone's hearts, then the "La Marseillaise" that Qing Deng is now repeatedly singing is the flame that ignites that bundle of firewood!

Some people's faces glowed with an increasingly rosy light; some people ran faster and faster; some people hummed along.

“Quand nos anés n'y seront plus;” (The predecessors are no longer here.)

“Nous y trouverons leur poussière” (We go to find their remains.)

"Et la trace de leurs vertus!" (Their heroism!)

"Et la trace de leurs vertus!" (Their heroism!)

“Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre,” (We do not envy those who survive by chance),

"Que de partager leur cercueil!" (I'm willing to share the coffin!)

……

These songs, starting from a few scattered individuals, gradually grew in number and gained momentum.

The singing was connected, and although there were only a dozen or so people, they sang with the momentum of hundreds of people!

The notes and singing soared straight up to the heavens!

"Marchons, marchons!"

“Qu'un sang impur” (the enemy’s dirty blood)

"Abreuve nos sillons." (They will irrigate our fields!)

Under the sunlight, the Honesty Flag fluttered high in the wind!

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The Marseillaise, which can give people crazy buffs, and the EX-rank Noble Phantasm: Honesty Flag have officially arrived! (Leopard joy.jpg) The appearance of the light blue uniforms and the official formation of the Shinsengumi are also coming soon... right?

When sending Aoto off to war, the foreshadowing and foreshadowing—Harada waving the flag of the Shieikan, the soldiers singing Edo folk songs, and Elodie teaching Aoto "La Marseillaise"—were all revealed. With such a setup and such a plot structure, how about you accept it? (Laughing.jpg)

Please vote for this book with a monthly pass for the quality of this chapter!

Please vote for me! Please recommend me! (Leopard crying.jpg)

Tomorrow, the "Battle of Soma Mountain," a chapter the author thoroughly enjoyed writing and which will play a crucial role in connecting the beginning and the end of the book, will come to an end, and we will move on to the next major chapter—a showdown with the yakuza of Edo.

After defeating the bandits, they began fighting the gangsters.

Gangsters are a unique feature of Japan, and you absolutely must experience them.

The underworld forces that have been built up over nearly 200 million words in this book are finally about to surface completely.

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The author is back in Guangzhou! Finally, I can get back to my usual life and writing rhythm! Look, the word count for today's chapter is back to normal.

However—after wandering around outside for so long, the author is a little worried that he might have contracted the virus…

Chapter 303 Qingdeng's back is getting better and better! Talent Fusion [Yuan Yang +1]!

"Damn it! What's that noise?"

Just as Yokokura Keinosuke was feeling happy, he suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps behind him. His faint smile froze instantly, and he quickly turned around to look.

He's now truly terrified of any footsteps that come from behind him.

Upon hearing what sounded like footsteps behind him, he tensed up like a startled bird.

Shifting his gaze to the rear, with his excellent eyesight, Yokokura Keinosuke could vaguely make out many swaying shadows deep within the dense forest behind him.

Lowering his eyelids, squinting, and staring intently—hiss—Yokokura Keinosuke gasped in shock.

It's those damned, persistent corrupt officials and soldiers again!

Damn it! Is this never going to end? Don't those damn soldiers ever get tired...? After cursing inwardly, Yokokura Keinosuke turned his gaze back to what was in front of him and roared at the top of his lungs:

"You brats! Get ready! Those damn soldiers are coming after us again!"

As Yokokura Keinosuke roared, strands of red blood, resembling live worms, began to emerge from the corners of his eyes, spreading towards the center of his eyeballs like a rising tide...

In just a short while, the whites of his eyes turned bright red—they were covered with dense red blood vessels.

The blood vessels in their eyes were so dense that the whites of their eyes were completely obscured... It was truly terrifying...

……

Now it's truly a test of willpower.

Both Aoto's and Yokokura Keinosuke's forces were now exhausted.

When I inhale, it feels like I'm inhaling iron nails that have just been heated in a fire, not gas. Every breath I take causes severe pain in my chest.

What drives the leg muscles is no longer physical strength, but perseverance and willpower.

Everyone gritted their teeth.

Everyone is frantically squeezing out the last bit of energy they have left.

Overall, Yokokura's side still clearly had the upper hand in this chase. Their feet, accustomed to mountain terrain, gave them a significant advantage.

However, what's amazing is that Qing Deng and his subordinates seem to have been infused with magical magic.

Many people still fell to the ground because they were not used to the ruggedness of the mountain road.

But all those who fell quickly got up and continued to follow the main group, following the banner of sincerity.

Those who sprained their arms held them to their chests; those who sprained their legs ignored the pain; those who hit their heads pressed their wounds and continued charging forward—in short, no one stopped moving forward, and no one voluntarily fell behind.

How long did this chase last?

do not know.

Qingdeng's sense of time had become extremely blurred due to excessive excitement, intense concentration, and increasing fatigue within his body.

The others were the same. They had long since stopped caring about time.

Everyone—including Aoto—now only knows how to keep running, keep running, keep running... running straight ahead, running towards the location of Yokokura Keinosuke!

Their eyes were fixed only on what was in front of them.