When everyone heard this, they subconsciously turned their heads and looked behind them.

"Uh... uh... uh... snore... snore... snore... snore..."

There is no trace of streaks in the gray hair. He looks to be around seventy years old. He is wearing a gorgeous jinhaori and is sitting on a horse with a golden sword. This old man is none other than the Red Army General: Ogiwara.

Zha.

At this moment, he was raising his head high, facing the sky, sleeping soundly, and a snot bubble as big as a thumb spurted out from his nostrils.

Seeing this, Genzaburo Inoue hurriedly walked towards him and shouted:

"Mr. Ogiwara! Mr. Ogiwara! Wake up! Wake up! Don't sleep!"

The snot bubble burst with a pop.

"Hmm...? Huh? Huh? Oh, it's A Yuan, where are we? Is it time for dinner?"

"Mr. Ogiwara! Now is not the time to eat!"

"Oh! I remembered, I am attending A Yong's wedding now..."

"No! The young master's wedding was already two years ago! What you are attending now is a red and white wedding specially held to celebrate the young master's successful succession as the fourth generation head of the Tenurishin-ryu clan.

war!"

"Oh! Yes, yes, I remembered, it's a red and white battle. Thanks to the nap just now, I'm very energetic now! Okay! Let's have a good fight... snore... snore... snore

…”

"Mr. Ogiwara!!"

Hijikata Toshizo twitched the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

"Can't we choose someone stronger to be our general? Once our defense line is breached, this old man will be doomed."

Shannan Keisuke cast a helpless look at Hijikata Toshizo.

"Mr. Hijikata, please don't call Mr. Ogiwara 'old man'. After all, he is our elder brother, so don't use such a rude name to him."

Hijikata Toisho turned a deaf ear to Shannan Keisuke's advice.

He nonchalantly moved his eyes away from Ogiwara Zha and returned to the White camp opposite.

"Shannan, since you and I want to go together, I want to hear your opinion."

Speaking of this, Hijikata Toshizo paused for a moment, then imitated the tone of the storyteller and added, "Will the plan be revealed?"

Shannan Keisuke pursed his lips and smiled, talking eloquently:

"No matter how powerful Tachibana-kun and Okita-kun are, they are only two people with four arms and four feet. Whether it is a one-on-one fight or a swarm, we cannot defeat them. But in terms of the backbone of the battle, our side is

More advantages. So..."

…

After quietly listening to Shannan Keisuke's idea, Hijikata Tobizo's two corners of his mouth extended to the left and right respectively.

"Shannan, you and I really want to go together."

…

…

Time passes.

Kondo Isamu on the high platform raised his gaze and glanced at the sun above his head.

Behind him, Kondo Shusuke reminded softly:

"Yong, it's almost time."

Isamu Kondo nodded vigorously, and then stood up, the armor on his body clanking.

When the guests under the stage saw this, they all consciously became quiet.

Knowing that "time has come", the soldiers of the red and white sides immediately made a final inspection of their equipment and took up their positions.

After a while, Kondo took a tiger step and took two steps forward. He raised the military equipment in his hand high and shouted loudly with a loud and powerful voice:

"start!"

[Note·Military accessories: A round fan made of leather or thin iron is a prop used to issue military orders.]

As soon as Isamu Kondo finished speaking, Hikoro Sato of White side couldn't wait to wave the fan in his hand:

"Go out into battle!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh-!"

White's soldiers responded to the general's military orders with roars that pierced the clouds and cracked rocks.

The red square on the other side——

"Mr. Ogiwara! Mr. Ogiwara!"

Bang - the snot bubble burst again.

"Huh? Oh! It's time? Let's start dinner."

"It's not dinner! It's time to go into battle!"

"Huh? Oh! That's right, I'm participating in the red and white battle now, okay! Then - get out, get out!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh-!"

Although there was a slight hiccup, the momentum of the red side was not inferior to that of the opponent.

One red and one white - two waves with distinct colors, crashing towards each other and colliding heavily.

Qingteng and the General Secretary did not dispatch.

They stood there and observed the battle situation unhurriedly.

"Ah... it really turned out like this. We were beaten so badly."

The chief murmured softly.

Qingdeng shrugged and agreed:

"Hijikata and the others are all on the opposite side. It is only natural that the battle situation will turn out like this."

…

White, this formation——

Hikoro Sato stood proudly, smiling broadly, enjoying the pleasure of commanding "thousands of troops".

Suddenly, a "soldier" with a white belt on his head and his body covered in mud rushed to him in a hurry.

"General, it's not good! The enemy is coming!"

The smile on Sato Hikoro's face suddenly froze.

"Ah? The enemy troops are coming over? Isn't this just the beginning?"

As he spoke, he stretched his neck and looked at the front line in the distance.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Nagakura Shinpachi's momentum was like a rainbow, and he entered with a sword.

The characteristics of Shinto Muken-ryu can be found in two words - one is "power" and the other is "power".

Nagakura Shinpachi, who owns the Shinto Muken-ryu Fusō Kyden, has profoundly implemented the key points of these two words.

The swiftness of the sword is intimidating.

Every time he swung his sword, he was bound to scream.

Every time he swings his sword, the porcelain bowl on the forehead of a White soldier is bound to be shattered.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Harada Sanosuke swung the gun rod wide and wide, and while screaming strangely, he pierced every enemy within sight with the gun in his hand like raindrops.

The tip of the gun wrapped in cotton passed by, and pieces of the porcelain bowl fell to the ground.

Although the weapon he uses is a short spear that is only 1.8 meters long, a spear is a spear. He is the undoubted "King of a Hundred Weapons". When facing off against swordsmen and others, he still has an unshakable advantage.

And the place he was currently in was a vast area most suitable for long weapon combat.

Saito Kazuki doesn't like shouting.

He closed his mouth tightly, expressionless, and silently swung his bamboo sword in the shortest path and at the fastest speed - looking at all the soldiers on the red side, he was the most efficient in killing the enemy.

Inoue Genzaburo meticulously used natural Rishin-ryu swordsmanship with movements that were so standard that he seemed to have copied them directly from a textbook.

Shannan Keisuke and Toudo Heisuke, who both came from Beichen Itto Ryu, constantly used all kinds of tricky and exquisite swordsmanship skills.

…

The "Group of Seven" clashes from left to right and is invincible!

How can ordinary warriors resist these wolf-like warriors?
To be continued...