I assembled the strongest swordsman group

Because I'm very busy during the day, I often can't write due to some unexpected situations, so I've never been able to accumulate a stockpile of chapters. Not long after this book started, the little bit of chapters I had was quickly used up. For the past half month, I've been writing today's chapters yesterday.

This climax section is roughly 40,000 words long—even an eagle couldn't write 40,000 words in one go the night before publication, as a part-time writer... 10,000 words a day is my limit. (Leopard crying.JPG)

While I can't let everyone read this entire scene in one go, I can promise you that I will try my best to maintain a daily update frequency of 10,000 words until this scene is finished. (Leopard crying.JPG)

Some readers may be wondering: why did I publish such a long chapter, cramming 10,000 words into one chapter instead of splitting it into several?

This is mainly because the author was too lazy to come up with a title.

If you're writing 5 chapters of 2000 words each, you need to come up with 5 titles.

For a chapter of 10,000 words, you only need to come up with one title.

Chapter 80: The Duel of the Commanders, Aoto vs. Suehiro

The author went to get a nucleic acid test last night, which took up a lot of time and directly resulted in less writing time last night... Although I tried my best, I only managed to write 7600 words (crying face).

What a swift and painful reversal of my promise... I said yesterday that I would finish writing this part of the story at a pace of 10,000 words per day, and I've already made that promise today...

I'm going to get my revenge! I'll make up for the 2000 words I missed today tomorrow! And I'll post a massive 1.2 words tomorrow!

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Qing Deng still doesn't understand what these "air currents" that suddenly appeared in front of him are all about.

But for no apparent reason, upon seeing these "air currents," Qingdeng felt a sense of familiarity and warmth that was hard to explain.

These "air currents" drifting across the battlefield gathered around Yamada. Seeing this, a powerful voice echoed repeatedly in Aoto's ears:

As long as that guy is still alive, these enemies still have a chance to turn the tables.

Go and get that person!

After leading Saito into the enemy ranks, Aoto's objective remained clear.

It's not about aimlessly attacking or rushing around.

It wasn't to further exacerbate the enemy's confusion!

Rather, it was to eliminate Yamada, who was at the center of the "airflow"!

Since breaking into the enemy lines, Aoto has been intentionally moving closer to Yamada by "circling around".

Now—Qing Deng estimated that the distance between him and Yamada was about 200 meters.

This distance... is enough!

Seeing that the time was ripe, Qingdeng stopped pretending and turned directly, launching a straight charge towards Yamada!

The enemy formation, whose order had deteriorated further under the valiant efforts of Ao and Saito, could no longer stop the now unstoppable momentum of Aoto and Saito.

Wherever Qingdeng went, he was utterly defeated!

Meanwhile, Komuro and the others began to provide support to Aoto.

After seeing Aoto rush towards Yamada, Komuro finally realized what Aoto was trying to do.

"Good lad... are you trying to emulate Sanada Yukimura?" Komuro couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

After a brief moment of astonishment, excited smiles appeared on Komuro's cheeks.

Qing Deng's valiant act of charging into enemy lines, sweeping all before him, and striking directly at the enemy generals and commanders, excited even Komuro, who was also a warrior.

"Charge! Let's crush them in one fell swoop!" Despite his hoarse voice, Komuro shouted to his companions, picked up his sword, and cut down two more enemies in front of him.

Komuro led his men in a new all-out attack on the enemy forces surrounding them, drawing away a large number of enemies and their firepower for Aoto.

A pure white snowflake then drifted down onto Yamada's right palm—but Yamada felt no chill at all.

Because at that moment, upon seeing Qingdeng rushing towards him, his hands and feet became even colder than the falling snow.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yamada picked up his katana, turned around, and fled!

Yamada was well aware of his own abilities: he had hardly learned any martial arts!

Fighting off these two monsters who were chopping up his many companions like vegetables—how many lives does he have?!

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At this moment——

The "main camp" of the anti-foreign group—

The 30 "reserve" members left behind by Suehiro at the "main camp" are now looking at each other with expressions of astonishment and fear.

Those of them, positioned on higher ground with better visibility, had clearly realized—they... seemed to be losing...

Although they were some distance apart, they could still see that their comrades, who were fighting on the front lines, were becoming increasingly disorganized.

The members of the "reserve team" subconsciously looked at... Suehiro, who was standing at the very front of them.

At this moment, Suehiro did not show any extra expression.

His face was ashen, and his eyes, flashing with anger and confusion, were fixed on the distant battlefield.

Until... after a long while—

clang!

Suehiro raised his right foot and kicked the wind-cutter stuck in the snow to his right.

The wind-cutter, who had been kicked down, fell towards Suehiro.

Suehiro raised his hand and grabbed, then lifted the wind-cutting sword and swung it downwards.

call……!

The spear blade sliced ​​through the air, creating gusts of wind that blew away some of the snow at his feet and made the blood-red haori on his body rustle slightly.

"...You all come with me."

Suehiro turned his head and said in a deep voice to the "reserve team" behind him.

"Let's go into battle...!"

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In a panic, Yamada tried to escape, wanting to get away from Aoto.

However... escaping from a chaotic enemy ranks... the difficulty of that is not hard to imagine.

Yamada hadn't gone far when he was blocked by the chaotic crowd and stuck in an awkward position where he couldn't move forward or backward.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" As the god of death approached, Yamada couldn't help but angrily demand that everyone blocking his way move aside and not block his retreat.

Their "disorganized" nature as a group tasked with suppressing foreigners was once again fully exposed at this moment.

Even though Yamada was shouting himself hoarse giving orders, the slow pace of his companions' movements made him feel hopeless.

With his own companions blocking his retreat... for Yamada at this moment, the most crucial time has been wasted.

"Ahhhh——!"

Suddenly, a scream rang out from behind Yamada.

The scream was extremely close to him... probably only 3 or 4 steps away.

Yamada's expression froze, and then he quickly turned around to look behind him.

As soon as the gaze shifted to his back, a katana with a blade that looked like it was coated with sticky red oil came straight down toward his head!

After slaying countless enemies amidst the dense horde, Qing Deng's family heirloom sword was beginning to wear out.

From the tip of the knife to the hilt, it was covered in a viscous liquid made of blood and fat.

The once smooth blade now had more than ten nicks.

After finally reaching Yamada, Qing Deng immediately switched to gripping the sword with both hands, raised it high, and then brought it down heavily!

Seeing the blade hurtling towards his head, Yamada's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively raised the katana in his hand—

clang!

Two blades clashing.

Sparks flew.

Yamada's katana is a family heirloom passed down through generations for nearly 200 years.

Yamada's father was very supportive of Yamada's ambition to "expel the barbarians".

Therefore, when Yamada decided to leave his hometown and devote himself to the "anti-foreign movement," his father specially handed over this family heirloom to him.

With this family heirloom of the Yamada family, we will expel all the barbarians from this land—these were the last words Yamada heard from his father before he left his hometown.

This katana truly deserves the name "family treasure".

After the two blades clashed and sparks flew, a new nick appeared on the already severely damaged blade of Qing Deng's sword.

In contrast, Yamada's katana remained completely unharmed.

Although Yamada's swords are of superior quality, what good is that?

With the support of "lone wolf" spirit, Qing Deng's physical fitness has improved to the point that he can't help but exclaim, "Is this really my body?"

Completely unable to withstand Aoto's strength, Yamada let out a mournful "gurgle," his right knee buckled, and he fell to his knees on one knee. His arms went numb, and he almost lost his grip on the katana.

Saito, who had always been inseparable from Aoto, launched an offensive in coordination with Aoto, who had successfully created an opening in Yamada's defenses!

He originally intended to cut off Yamada's head, who was now exposed by kneeling on one knee.

Due to the angle, Saito had to temporarily change the direction of his attack, changing the blade that was originally aimed at Yamada's head to one aimed at Yamada's abdomen.

With a flash of light, Yamada's stomach now had a gaping hole big enough to fit an adult's head.

"Cough! Cough cough! Ugh—!" Yamada's cheeks instantly turned a strange crimson, the whites of his eyes turned blood red, and he vomited out large clumps of blood.

His body instantly lost the strength to grip the knife again.

The katana slipped from his hand.

Seeing that Qing Deng was no longer able to stop any of his attacks, he took a deep breath and raised his sword high once more—

hum...

With a swift stroke, Yamada's head, its eyes wide with pain, fell to the ground, the blood flowing out staining the pristine snow like a vibrant red plum blossom.

"Saito!" Qing Deng roared, "Give me that short gun at your feet!"

Saito nodded vigorously, then stretched out his right foot, used his toe to pick up a short gun next to his foot, and threw it to Aoto.

After catching the short spear thrown by Saito, Aoto impaled Yamada's head on the tip of the spear.

"Your commander has been killed in battle!" Qing Deng raised his short spear high, so that everyone around could see Yamada's head stuck in the spear.

Qingdeng's shouts echoed throughout every corner of the battlefield.

Komuro stared at the bloody head held high by Aoto, momentarily stunned, then reacted with lightning speed, raising his sword and shouting:

"Your commander is dead—!"

The other guards also joined in the shouting.

They cheered louder and louder, repeating the same thing over and over:

"Your commander is dead—!"

"Your commander is dead—!"

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Yamada's death was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the morale of the anti-foreign guerrilla group.

After experiencing "the defense line could not be breached" and "Qingdeng swept through thousands of troops", the morale of the Expeditionary Force had already declined to the point of collapse.

When they saw that Qingdeng had advanced directly into their rear as if it were empty and killed Yamada, who was in charge of commanding them, their morale immediately collapsed like an avalanche.

The vast majority of "patriots who resisted foreign aggression" were a group of opportunists who were struggling to make ends meet.

Living in poverty and seeing no hope of upward mobility, they pinned their hopes for changing their lives on "expelling the barbarians."