Fate twists people - he is obsessed with fame and fortune, and wields a knife to obtain high-ranking officials and generous salaries. The last time he wields a knife in public view, it is not for fame and fortune.

Tang Shen didn't know why he felt like this again.

But Tang Shen discovered that what he was doing now was very similar to what he had done when he stood up for that little girl - both were doing things that were of no benefit to him.

And what he did this time was even crazier - last time he just killed a group of Yakuza, but now he was facing off against the shogunate's army.

As for why he suddenly changed his mind, resisted the fear of death, and drew his sword to help Chanupu - Tang Shen never told anyone.

In other words... I never know how to explain it to others.

It wasn't until just now - until after chatting with Atachi, that Yugami told an outsider why he was like this for the first time.

When Tang Shen told himself what he wanted to do and why he wanted to do it, he instantly felt as if a big stone had been lifted from his chest.

My mood also changed into this weird relaxed mood with a little bit of excitement.

Chanup is not much younger than him, he is obviously a lot older, but he is still willing to do everything he can for what he insists on.

But after he saw that there was no hope of getting a high-ranking official and a generous salary, he completely gave up his ambition and lived in seclusion in Ezo as a pet dealer. He lived a life that had no goals and lived simply for the sake of living for decades.

He is nothing more than an old man with an empty body.

But Chanup's body has not yet become an empty shell like his.

Tang Shen felt a little ashamed of this.

At the same time, I also felt a little envious.

The city under his feet is the home of so many people, and it is the "sanctuary" that Chanup dreams of building.

Rather than letting an old guy like himself, who is no different than an empty shell, live, it would be better to let this meaningful city continue to exist.

So, with this thought in his mind, he grabbed the knife and climbed onto the city wall. He has been fighting until now.

Yes.

Now he is once again drawing his sword for something that does him no good.

In order to let this kind of city, which is far more valuable than this old guy, continue to stand!

"kill--!"

"Come on—!"

The shouts of killing from Kazuto who were charging outside the city had already been heard.

"I feel so good..."

Tang Shen seemed to murmur subconsciously.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly unconsciously.

Tang Shen now feels that his body is very hot, and the blood in every blood vessel seems to be burning.

This feeling that his whole body seemed to be on fire made Tang Shen couldn't help but recall the scene when he was still a "Shendu Bu Jing Zhai" and fought against powerful enemies.

This feeling of burning blood has never been felt since I lived in seclusion in Ezo.

"Quick! Take the elevator! Take the elevator!"

"Climb up! Climb up!"

The long ladder of the Japanese army has been set up on the inner city wall.

Tangshen pulled off the coat on his upper body and opened the mouth of the Japanese sword inserted in his left waist with his left hand.

At this moment, Tang Shen felt that his youthful past was slowly reviving in his body.

Yes.

He felt as if he had become the glorious, young self he once was, who was also high-spirited, vowed to gain fame with the sword in his hand, and still had lofty ambitions.

I am not the pet dealer Tang Shen who is afraid of death and doesn't even want to cause more trouble.

I am "Bujuzhai" Shendu Juzo.

I am not someone else.

"Kill all these barbarians!"

"Kill!"

The first batch of soldiers who climbed up the city wall along the long ladder, holding various weapons, came towards the soldiers who appeared in front of them, to attack Tang Shen.

"...Japanese sword technique."

Tangshen... no, it should be said that Shendu slowly pulled out the Japanese sword from his waist and raised it above his head.

"Shinto Juzo!"

Shendu's voice rose in pitch.

"Come on!"

"bring it on--!"

The old man's roar, whose blood had not stopped burning, resounded throughout the world.

…

…

The shadow of the sword shook.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Cold light flashes.

What passed into my left ear was shouting and roaring.

What passed into my right ear was the clang of guns and swords.

When he raised his head, it was like a rain of locust arrows.

Looking down, there are dead bodies everywhere.

The Ainu over there stared with red eyes and stabbed another Japanese soldier off the city wall.

The Kazuto here held his arms with white bones exposed and howled loudly.

The Ainu people, who were in dire straits, refused to give in.

When the spear was gone, he took out his sword.

The sword was gone, so he grabbed the arrow.

When the arrows are gone, go grab Kazuto's weapon.

There is nothing left, so just use fists, elbows, knees, teeth and other human beings' most primitive weapons.

They use all the methods they can to fight against powerful enemies.

This is a battle that is destined to leave a lasting mark in the thousand-year war between Kazuto and the Ainu.

This fort was the stage for this great battle.

Ten thousand Japanese soldiers and more than a thousand Ainu people staged this battle on this stage.

Kazuto, who had decided not to delay for another day, and the Ainu, who would never retreat, coincided with each other on this day to push the war to the climax to determine the final outcome.

Creepy, but also heartwarming.

The battlefield where brains and blood fly together is horrific, and at the same time shocking to people.

As if the sky wanted to take a peek at this battle, the dark clouds dispersed faster, and more and more sunlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, spreading all over the fields.

As the main commander of this war, Daomori looked indifferently at the city that had now been turned into a flesh and blood mill.

Chanup, who was also the main commander of this war, stood at the forefront, fighting the enemy bravely and boosting everyone's morale.

Even though the battle front is being continuously compressed, Chanupu and the others are still resisting to the death.

There is only one place.

There was only one place where the front line was not compressed.

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…

"Hey! Here are a few more people! There is a tough master here!"

"Didn't reinforcements just arrive here?"

"They are indeed here! But the reinforcements that just came were killed after a while!"

"What? How is that possible?! Didn't the reinforcements that came to your side just now have 20... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before the soldier could finish his words, he saw the tip of a spear zooming into his field of vision at a speed that was difficult for his eyes to catch - and by the time he came to his senses, the spear had already pierced his head.

Shendu holds a spear in his left hand and a Japanese sword in his right hand.

He uses his spear to attack enemies at medium and long distances, and his Japanese sword to kill enemies that rush in front of him.
To be continued...