"Whoa, whoa!"

Yinshi gasped heavily, blood oozing from his body, and his black eyes were slightly closed, looking at the enemies around him. Pen~Fun~ The people of the Blood Moon www.biquge.info Pavilion have stopped most of the celestials, but these guys in front of him are red-eyed, and they are desperate to fight with themselves.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and a strong feeling of dizziness hit. Battle-hardened, he knew it was the cause of excessive blood loss. Damn! He began to regret it a little.

Before that, he had been fighting side by side with Katsura Kotaro and Takasugi Shinsuke. However, not so long ago, they fell out. Well, strictly speaking, it was he who fell out with Takasugi. In fact, this matter has been known for a long time.

In the historical process of this mighty war, all three of them involuntarily changed. He went from being a "ghoul" who killed to survive, to a "White Yasha" who now kills for the sake of bushido. Takasugi Shinsuke, who has a sensitive and easily excited personality, has become more and more radical since the establishment of the ghost soldier team. And on the contrary, Katsura Kotaro, who has been naughty since he was a child, actually matured in the war.

He was a little unaccustomed to Takasugi's thoughts, so he chose to leave temporarily.

This is not a simple quarrel between friends, but a clash of ideals, something that he absolutely cannot avoid!

His brain was dazed for a while, and he swung his knife in a trance, fighting with his body's instincts.

Tear up!

A celestial man desperately opened a big hole for him before he died.

His body was getting heavier and heavier, and his vision was a little dark.

"You're not dead yet, are you?" a familiar voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of banter but also worry. Surprised, Yinshi raised his dead fish eyes and saw a man stopping in front of him.

Haruta Sugimoto.

Why is this guy here?

Oh, by the way, Yuichiro is here, so his immediate boss, Rakshasa, is naturally here.

Silver was half-kneeling on the corpse, with a knife in his hand, and rested with a snort. He believes in Harita's strength!

In the field.

I don't know when Harita took out two small knives and pierced into the enemy line like a ghost. The red clothes fluttered like a ghost fire was burning.

One scream after another was heard.

The celestials were originally controlled by their own desire to kill, and wantonly attacked everything around them. But now, in the screams and wails of one companion after another, their consciousness cleared a little, and their bloodshot eyes cleared.

Then, to their horror, they found their troops scattered, everyone fleeing, and even more terrifyingly, a red-haired demon figure was slaughtering them!

They fled and were overtaken. They resisted, they were killed!

Desperate!

Proud, they stood in place blankly, not knowing what to do, and all they could see was the tragic situation of the celestial army being chased and killed. The red figure swirled, slashing throat after throat.

Soon, there were no standing celestials in this area.

"Silver, can you still fight? Won't this be the case?"

"Of course!" the dizziness in his head dissipated slightly, and Ginshi stood with his sword drawn, his pale and cold eyes looking up at the sky. There, it's the Seventh Fleet!

"Haha, I knew you couldn't die, go, kill these eyesore-looking spaceships!" Haruta laughed twice. Yinshi nodded expressionlessly.

Yakshas, they don't laugh.

The two of them ran rapidly, jumping one after another under the fleet, and the terrifying bouncing force made them jump directly onto the spaceship seven or eight meters high.

Boom!

As the two attacked, one ship after another was shot down. The remnants of the Celestial Fleet looked in horror at the two of them, who seemed to be like gods and demons. The shells have been depleted. Bullets are fired again and again, but they can't hit each other at all!

"Retreat! retreat!" the celestials roared and panicked.

The last few ships emitted puffs of smoke and fled. And the unlucky main ship was still in mid-air. Like a lonely goose, or a headless, brainless, scurrying fly.

The wolf-headed celestial looked at the two humans standing at the window and the knives in their hands, and his pants were wet in fright.

"I.... I surrender!"

Harita was stunned and surrendered, he raised an eyebrow at the silver on the side.

"Hey, Yinshi, do we have a precedent for accepting the surrender of the Celestials?"

Yinshi's black eyes were stunned, the dead fish's eyes rolled, and his expression was indifferent and said a message that made the wolf-headed celestial desperate, "It seems that there is none." ”

"No, no, no, I.. My father is the prime minister of Sirius! I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child! Please don't kill me!"

Harita: "........"

"Forget it, bring the ship down, I accept your surrender!" Haruta thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yes!"

The ship descended and landed in the middle of the battlefield, sending billowing smoke and dust. Harita opened the hatch, and the two walked in with knives.

"Spare your life!" the wolf-headed celestial man knelt on the deck, begging for mercy.

So spineless? Qingta was a little speechless and felt very boring.

I just wanted to pretend to force you to throw in the towel?

"Come on, bring these guys back!"

...........

The war was won!

The samurai cheered and jumped for joy, as if they had won a great victory.

Qingta stood silently in a corner of the battlefield, looking at the corpses everywhere, silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?" said the bandaged silver came over, and the white strap on his head was removed. His expression was not so rigid when he was out of the fighting state, but his face was still a little pale.

Excessive blood loss is not something that can be made up for in a while.

"Nothing..... Well, Gintoki, do you really think we can win?" Haruma looked up at the boundless sky, his eyes fluttering and deep, as if he was talking to himself and asking questions.

"I... I don't know. Yinshi thought for a moment, and finally replied helplessly. There was a hint of gloom on his face.

Several of them joined in the later stages of the war, but the status quo was clear, and the situation of the war was never on their side. In the beginning, the Celestial forces were very small, mainly under the Shogunate, and with the active activities of the Shogunate, they defeated the enemy one after another.

However, after the celestial high-level gathered a large number of mercenaries from various star systems, the situation of the war took a sharp turn for the worse!

What's worse is that the number of people with lofty ideals is decreasing!

Yes, in the past, many people had feelings of sympathy and admiration for the aspirants, but now they find it boring. That's right, the technology of Tianren has brought convenience to their lives, and entertainment, catering, and travel have been substantially improved. As for the samurai, they only seem to fight, kill.

They don't contribute to society at all!

The eyes of the masses are bright and ignorant. They don't care if it's the shogunate or the celestial people on their heads, they only care about their own little days.

Public opinion is being subverted, and the down-and-out samurai are no longer sympathetic.

In the war that has lasted for several years, countless people with lofty ideals have shed their blood.

Now they are inevitably plunged into the abyss of a protracted war!

Qing Tai sighed, whether it is the bleak status quo or the inertia of the plot, the war can be said to be a sure failure!

He didn't care, because a new world of the system opened up half a year ago. However, he couldn't help but worry about the lives of Yuichiro's comrades-in-arms, companions, and subordinates.

So, in this case, he had to find a way back earlier.

"Nishi-Ueno?" Harumita muttered, a gleam in her fluttering eyes.