"This idea is worse than burning this neighborhood down." The commander of Division 2 left a bitter comment without mercy.

After listening to the report from the commander of Division 2, Zuoemon stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin: "Besieged by so many musketeers, we were still able to be defeated... Our combat power against Shura is not

It was a misjudgment, but a serious misjudgment... I thought that Shura, who had never been abroad, must only be good at close combat with people and not good at dealing with muskets..."

After saying that, Zuemon slowly put down the large naginata on his shoulder.

"Give me 10 shooters who are good at shooting." He said to the commander of Division 2 in an unquestionable tone.

Division 2 Commander: "Samaemon-sama?"

"I will entangle Shura from the front." Zuemon said calmly, "Then let the shooter wait for an opportunity to shoot Shura to death. This method should be the best and most suitable method for us at present. The only way is to pick a strong hand to entangle Shura from the front.

Only in this way can the shooter be left with enough shooting opportunities.”

"And among all the people present, except for me, the 'Demon', there should be no one else who can entangle Shura from the front."

"Sir, Lord Zuoemon." The commander of Division 2 quickly asked, "Isn't this too dangerous?"

"There is nothing dangerous!" Zuemon grinned, "The most dangerous thing is not being able to complete Toyotomi-sama's mission! Stop talking nonsense and get me 10 shooters who are good at shooting!"

After hearing the words "Toyotomi-sama" from Zuoemon's mouth, all the commanders' expressions became serious.

And Zuemon also added at this time:

"What's more, besides the method I proposed, can you come up with any more effective strategies?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while.

If they could come up with a better strategy, they wouldn't have been looking so sad just now.

"...I understand." The commander of Division 2 took the lead in nodding.

After a while, 10 carefully selected marksmen lined up in a neat queue in front of the left and right gate.

"Very good." Zuemon nodded with satisfaction, "Follow me!"

He led the 10 sharpshooters and strode into the block in front of him.

After entering the neighborhood, the intensity of the smell of blood instantly increased.

The closer you go to the central area, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.

"Ahhhh..."

Ruoyouruowu screams floated in suddenly from the distance.

Left and Right Gate raised his eyebrows, whispered to the shooter behind him, "Follow closely," and then quickened his pace to follow the direction of the scream.

The houses on both sides of the street passed quickly behind him.

After turning another corner, Zuemon suddenly stepped on something soft.

I looked down - it was a bloody corpse.

After Yakumon glanced at the corpse at his feet, he slowly raised his gaze and let his gaze travel from his feet to the street intersection in front of him.

There is nothing else within the field of vision, only corpses.

The street beneath his feet was littered with corpses in various forms of death.

The blood merges into one piece, forming rivers of blood and fountains of blood.

The sharpshooters behind Left and Right Gate looked at the hellish scene in front of them, and their faces all turned pale. Some of them even felt their stomach acid surging, and almost vomited out the contents of their stomachs.

"We've arrived at the battlefield..." Zuemon whispered softly.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The screams came again.

The sound that came this time was extremely close.

It came from the left side of the street ahead.

The left and right guards tightened the large naginata in their hands and ran straight towards the intersection ahead, regardless of the corpses at their feet.

Arriving at the intersection, he turned around and looked to the left. The scene that caught his eyes made Zuemon, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, stunned.

A swordsman was shaking his blood, shaking off the blood stains attached to his sword.

However, there was too much blood and fat attached to the blade. Even if the blood vibrated, the blade was still red, as if it had been dyed with red paint.

Under his feet was a sea of ​​corpses.

The street where the swordsman was located was filled with countless corpses. The number was so large that it was difficult to even imagine what kind of fierce battle had taken place in this place just now.

The swordsman discovered Zuoemon, and he slowly turned his head and pointed his face at Zuoemon.

Just a young swordsman with a slender figure - that's what anyone would think until they see this swordsman's eyes with their own eyes.

When he and the swordsman looked at each other, Romaemon was stunned for a moment and lost his mind for a moment.

It's obviously just the line of sight from a pair of eyes, but it's more dazzling than the sun's rays and makes it difficult to look directly at it.

Holding a sword covered in dried blood, he stood calmly on top of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. It was so sharp that the word "cutting" could be used to describe it. It seemed that he was looking at the left and right gates with disparaging eyes, and then said nothing.

Quietly, he held the knife in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the tip of the sword reflected a sharp light that was not inferior to the swordsman's sight.

This posture is really like a ghost, like a Shura.

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