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"Anyway, I'm going to visit my hometown. I'll leave the task of collecting the corpse to you."

After that, Sakuma took out a small wooden tube with a small hemp rope at the bottom from his arms. He pointed the mouth of the tube towards the sky, and then pulled the hemp rope at the bottom hard.

laugh!

A little firelight flew out along the mouth of the tube, and with a "bang" sound, the firelight bloomed in the sky and turned into a purple flower.

"Sakuma, I don't have any objections to you asking me to collect the corpses." Baixiang pouted again, "But after collecting the corpses, can you give me some more interesting tasks? Since I was sent to your

Since becoming your subordinate, you have been asking me to do boring tasks."

"Tonight is a lively night that is rare in a hundred years. Give me more interesting tasks."

Sakuma glanced at Baixiang: "The reason why I keep asking you to do boring tasks is because you are far from being able to stand alone."

"You act impulsively and recklessly. When you learn to think calmly, interesting tasks will naturally be assigned to you."

After finishing speaking, Sakuma turned around:

"Hurry up and pick 10 people to collect the bodies."

After leaving these last words, Sakuma left quickly.

Looking at Sakuma's quickly leaving figure, the corners of Baixiang's mouth drooped.

"You think I can't stand alone...? Huh, who are you looking down on..."

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Whoosh... bang!

The sound of fireworks came from behind.

The sudden sound of fireworks naturally attracted Ogata's attention.

Ogata, who was still covering his left neck with his left hand, looked at the purple flower rising not far behind him, and his heart sank.

The position where the fireworks rose coincided with the position where he was ambushed just now...

An unknown premonition emerged from the bottom of Ogata's heart.

Are you using fireworks...to convey some message...?

Ogata quickly looked around, wary of his surroundings, and braced himself to be more alert to see if anyone was following him.

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Osaka, Ryusui Temple

"...Lord Commander, purple fireworks were observed."

A kunoichi standing by the window, holding a telescope in his hand and looking out the window, reported this to Yoshihisa beside him.

"Purple fireworks?" Jijiu raised his eyebrows, "The ambush against Shura failed?"

Jijiu's expression became serious.

"That Sakuma led more than 60 musketeers to launch an ambush, and he actually missed..."

"We seem to have misjudged Shura's strength."

"I thought that Shura was not good at dealing with flintlock guns. Now it seems that is not the case. There is still too little information about Shura."

"Well, that's fine. Since 'Plan A' has failed now, let's start 'Plan B'..."

As soon as Yoshihisa finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Qingcheng, the abbot of Ryushui Temple, humming a tune and wiping the blood on his hands with a white cloth.

"Have our main formation been cleared?" Yoshihisa asked Kiyosumi.

"It's cleared, it's cleared." Kiyosumi grinned, with a flush of excitement on his face, "Everyone who has nothing to do with it has been cleared away! This place has now officially become the headquarters of our Toyotomi Army!"

"Jijiu, it's such a pity that you weren't there just now!"

"I really want you to see the expressions on those people."

"Hearing my call, I arrived at the Buddhist hall with a puzzled face. But when I arrived at the Buddhist hall, I saw people rushing in with dazzling swords. Hahahahahahahaha! The changes in the expressions of those people were really amazing.

Bravo."

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at this moment

The Buddhist hall of Longshui Temple

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The sound of blood dripping kept coming and going.

The Buddhist hall no longer has the peace and solemnity of the past.

The scene inside the Buddhist hall... is a scene of bloody hell paintings.

The floor was covered with bloody corpses.

A dozen Iga ninjas shuttled back and forth in this bloody hell, cleaning up the "battlefield" and dragging away the corpses on the floor one by one.

These corpses, without exception, are all monks from Longshui Temple.

Most of them now have their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.

Many of them looked at where their abbot Qingcheng was standing.

Their last memories before death were all the same:

Qingcheng suddenly called them to gather at the Buddhist hall. They followed Qingcheng's memory to visit the Buddhist hall, and saw Qingcheng in front of the Buddha statue with kind eyes and gentle smile as usual.

Then... countless men in black suddenly broke in through the door and windows of the Buddhist hall and started killing them.

People in black came in from all directions, leaving them with nowhere to hide or hide.

They wailed, struggled, and begged for help.

At that time, countless people subconsciously turned their eyes for help to Qingcheng, whom they usually respected and trusted the most. For example, during the day today, the two sweeping monks, one tall and one thin, talked about Qingcheng with admiration.

After they turned their attention to Qingcheng for help, they saw... Qingcheng was still smiling, watching them being slaughtered as if they were watching a play...

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Jijiu ignored Qingcheng who was intoxicated with himself.

"Sakuma, who was responsible for the ambush of Shura, failed." Yoshihisa simply explained the latest information he had just learned.

"Huh? Failed?" Qingcheng stopped being intoxicated and looked stunned, "If I remember correctly, Sakuma brought more than 60 musketeers, right?"

"Yes. But he just failed. My men just observed purple fireworks."

"I was ambushed by more than 60 musketeers, and I managed to escape unscathed... tsk tsk tsk." Qingcheng's expression became serious at this time, "We still have too little information about Shura."

"Shura is very good at dealing with muskets, but we have never heard of him."

"Since 'Plan A' to ambush Shura failed...then we can only start 'Plan B'."

"Yes." Jijiu said lightly, "That's all it can do."

"Ha, as expected, you are the frontline commander of this 'Osaka Spring Formation and Shura Crusade' appointed by Toyotomi-sama." Kiyosumi shrugged, "This large-scale battle had a bad start at the beginning, but you can still do it.

He is so calm and his character is really admirable."

"Lord Kiyosumi."

At this time, an Iga ninja rushed over carrying a bucket of serum.

"We have packed the things you asked for."

"Well, thank you." Qingcheng took the bucket of blood.

"Qingcheng." Jijiu asked, "What do you want this bucket of blood for?"

"You will know soon." Qingcheng smiled, and then walked to the wall not far away with the bucket of blood, using his fingers instead of the brush, and the blood in the bucket instead of ink. On the smooth wall in front of him

Start painting.

After a while, Qingcheng put down his blood-soaked hand.

"Hmm... Not bad." Kiyosumi smiled with satisfaction, "Since this place is the main formation of the 'Osaka Spring Formation and Shura Crusade Operation', then it is true that such things are indispensable."

What Qingcheng painted on the wall just now was a family crest.
To be continued...