The narrow and difficult-to-walk rugged trail makes it useless for vehicles. Horse hooves trample down, splashing mud and water. The heavy rain last night made this wild mountain trail that deviates from the main road look particularly muddy!

At this moment, Yamamoto Yoshikazu, who was in a state of embarrassment, was running away like crazy. The gunshots that kept coming from behind him made him dare not relax in the slightest.

"Damn it, damn it! You gang of traitors!!!"

It is no exaggeration to say that even a second before all this happened, Yamamoto Yoshikazu could not imagine that he would end up in this situation!

Yamamoto Yoshikazu, who finally escaped from the capital, was directly attacked by the rebels. A group of soldiers responsible for protecting his safety died one after another during the breakout. At this moment, the only guards around him were

Only one person was killed! And there was still more than half the distance to reach the city where the Thirteenth Army Corps was stationed...

As his thoughts were whirling, another burst of gunfire rang out.

At that moment, Yamamoto Yoshikazu only heard "Your Majesty, be careful!"

The guard riding on another horse flew over and threw him onto the muddy ground.

Almost at the same time, the two war horses that were still running wildly were shot into pieces by the dense rain of bullets on the spot.

It is completely conceivable that if the guard's movements had been slower for even one second, his fate would have been exactly the same as that of the two war horses!

"Your Majesty, how are you?"

Although that fall, even with the protection of guards, still made him feel that he was about to fall apart, but Yamamoto Yoshikazu knew in his heart that now was not the time to be hypocritical, and he had to find a way to escape quickly.

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As a result, in the next second, his expression froze...

"Hey, hey! Takeda, you..."

The blood that spilled from Takeda's body quickly soaked his clothes, and the blood stains on his hands made Yamamoto Yoshikazu's pupils shrink like needles in an instant.

"You were shot?"

According to Takeda's original skill, it may not be that difficult to dodge the round of shooting just now, but Yamamoto Yoshikazu couldn't do it. At that moment, in order to protect Yamamoto Yoshikazu, he could only choose to use

Use your own body to block those bullets.

Human life is tenacious, but sometimes fragile. At this moment, Takeda knows his physical condition better than anyone else.

Several bullets had damaged his internal organs. One of them seemed to have hit his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly. He opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Look at this.

The situation is that I am not far away from death, right?

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of horse hooves coming closer and closer to them from behind made Takeda instantly alert.

"Your Majesty, hold your head."

"What?"

At that moment, before he could react, Takeda, who was seriously injured, pushed him directly.

Yamamoto Yoshikazu, who was unprepared at the time, lost his balance on the spot and fell down the narrow mountain path.

The slippery slopes and cliffs made it impossible for him to gain a foothold. At the same time, this sudden situation made him suddenly lose his ability to think. Only Takeda's reminder just now remained in his mind, which made him instinctively protect his head.

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At the same time, the pursuers led by Miyamoto Shingen arrived, their eyes glanced over the slope and cliff below, and then quickly fell on Takeda.

After holding on to his body that was almost seriously injured after being hit by several bullets, Takeda stood up unsteadily, then took a step forward and put his hand slightly on the katana at his waist.

Takeda Ittosai! This was the former number one samurai of Fuso, a man named the 'Sword Master'. He was also the bodyguard of their Emperor. His name often appeared in history textbooks together with their Emperor's.

For future generations, he can almost be said to be a legendary figure.

But now, this legendary figure looks so weak that he can easily kill the opponent just by letting his soldiers continue to shoot, or if he just lets it go, the opponent will probably

He is not far from death either.

However, at the moment when his eyes met, Miyamoto Shingen did not choose to do this. Instead, he spoke to several soldiers beside him...

"You go after His Majesty the Emperor."

After saying that, Miyamoto Shingen turned over and dismounted, and at the same time, his right hand rested on the katana at his waist.

"If possible, I really want to fight you in your prime, instead of like you are now, but in the current situation, it is impossible to let you go. It seems that I have many regrets in my life.

Got one."

After hearing this, Takeda Ittosai's lips moved slightly, but he did not say anything. He no longer had the strength to speak. Several gunshot wounds on his body were causing his blood to continuously overflow. He could feel his own life.

, is being pulled away bit by bit, death is approaching him, no matter how strong the strong man is, he cannot compete with it!

Time passed by second by second, and unstoppable blood continued to drip down his wound.

The opponent in front of him is very strong. This can be clearly felt by just looking at the posture. There are no flaws, so he can't find any chance to use his sword. This makes the two of them always in a stalemate.

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But according to his current physical condition, if he continues like this, he may not even have the strength to draw a knife.

At this moment, Takeda Ittosai couldn't help but feel a strong resonance with Miyamoto Shingen's words just now. It was really a pity that he couldn't fight against such an opponent in his prime!

The moment the thought fell, the two of them drew their swords almost at the same time!

The sharp blade was unsheathed! The sharp blade still exuded a cold light under the gloomy sky.

"Itto-ryu! Iai!!!"

Between the electric light and flint, the crisscrossing sword light almost completely tore this dim mountain road apart. After a single blow, the figures on both sides of the mountain road were separated from life and death.

"This is really such a pity..."

In this muttering that almost only he could hear, the body of Takeda Ittosai, the sword master of Fuso, fell helplessly into the muddy water beneath him.

At the same time, Miyamoto Shingen, who slowly withdrew his sword stance with a complicated expression on his face, flicked the blood on the blade, and then with a flip of his wrist, he closed the sword with a backhand gesture, neatly

He slowly put the samurai sword that had beheaded a generation of sword masters back into the sheath on his waist.

"Yes, it's such a pity..."
Chapter completed!