Under the dawn of the day, the battlefield was a blood-red scene. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The battle of 10,000 people, the blood and corpses spilled soaked this wasteland into an extremely terrifying one. Jin Ge argued, horses' hooves hurried, and the world seemed so noisy.

Under the siege of an enemy several times their size, the warriors fought desperately and fought hard, but they still inevitably fell into a disadvantage. And, as time goes on, their physical strength is also declining rapidly!

Wars are sometimes fought not in terms of combat effectiveness, but in terms of endurance! This is one of the reasons why ancient wars interrupted their strategy of food and grass.

Without logistical support and physical strength, it is impossible to support a big war!

In high-intensity combat, physical strength is easily consumed, and now, the combat effectiveness of the fighters who are almost in a state of siege is undoubtedly declining in a large section!

And in terms of aspect, the burly celestials naturally occupy a lot of advantages!

In one corner of the battlefield, Gintoki had a strip of white cloth tied to his head, his figure was erratic, and the katana in his hand cut through the air and sliced through the enemy's body.

He jumped, staggered, and knocked down one enemy after another.

"Whew... Whew!"

He rested on a small dirt bag, his chest heaving, panting violently, his white shirt stained with blood, and the ground beneath his feet was also covered with corpses one after another.

Looking at this samurai surrounded by them, the eyes of the celestials on the periphery showed a look of fear.

With the power of one, crisscross the battlefield, kill dozens of enemies, and be unscathed!

What a skill!

What a style!

White strips of cloth flutter in the wind. Looking at Yinshi's tired body, a hint of eagerness flashed in the eyes of the celestials again.

What a joy it would be to be able to cut off the head of this mighty samurai?!

Seeing this scene, Yinshi's eyes flashed coldly, and he rushed into the enemy formation again!

At this point, what is there to say!

Kill!

.......

Another part of the battlefield.

Takasugi was dressed in a red robe, and a katana was slowly swinging out, but the celestial beings opposite him seemed to bend their necks and die before they could react.

His body fell limply to the ground, his eyes wide open, with a kind of dazed look.

The whole picture gives people a weird feeling of chest tightness and wanting to vomit!

Behind him, the samurai belonging to the Ghost Soldier Team had a crazy look on their faces, and they were all the way to the cross, killing all directions!

.......

Another part of the battlefield.

Surrounded by enemies at the core, the two samurai stood back to back, their feet spinning as if looking for life. His eyes were vigilant, and there was a hint of tiredness that could not be concealed.

There are too many enemies!

In ancient times, if more than 30% of the troops were damaged, they could have collapsed, but now the two sides of the battle are the celestials, who are known for their cruelty and tyranny, and the samurai, a special profession on earth that practices bushido!

They are fearless until the enemy is defeated, or until their own people are killed!

However, there are too many enemies, and no matter how skilled they are, they will inevitably end up with swords and deaths!

"Kill!"

A chill flashed in his heart, and the middle-aged man with a red cloth around his neck screamed violently and took the lead in taking the knife. The sword light was cold, like the water of a yellow spring falling from the sky, and the cold blade cut off the enemy's head without hesitation, leaving a trail of blood!

His companion, a man with dead fish eyes and dark circles like Yinshi, wore curly hair, and his languid expression could not hide his cold killing intent.

The black shadow collided with the enemy's weapon, and then the celestial felt only a light in his hand, and the black shadow twisted in a clever trace, and suddenly struck his head.

The celestials were terrified and struggled to dodge.

Peng!

The eyes of the celestial people suddenly turned dark. At the moment of arrival, he saw an inconspicuous ten hands! and that lazy look!

The two of them each crushed the enemy on the opposite side, slowly retreated, and leaned back against each other again.

The lazy man pulled out his cigarette stick from his waist, took a deep breath while the enemy watched, and then spoke slowly.

"Jiro-cho, help me take care of the ascendant if I die. ”

The man wrapped in a red cloth scarf, his face as hard as a knife, "Tatsugoro!

"Hehe, do you think we can still win in this situation?!" Tatsugoro Teramoto smoked lazily, a circle of purple smoke coming out of his mouth, as if he didn't care about the current situation.

"Hmph!" Mumizu Jiro snorted, his gaze averted, his axe-like face turned to the enemy.

Tatsugoro, this idiot!

I'll definitely bring Tatsugoro back safely for you!"

However, looking at the countless enemies besieging them, even if they were as resolute as him, their hearts could not help but be clouded with a layer of gloom.

Can you really live?!

"Kill!"

The Celestials are striking again!

Tatsugoro unhurriedly inserted the cigarette stick back into his waist, and the two looked at each other, no longer hesitated, and started the war again!

........

On the final battlefield of this aspirant, the scene of life and death parting slowly unfolded.

In the face of this enemy, who was far outnumbered by themselves, the Warriors did not flinch, and braved the blood of their comrades to constantly open up new fronts with their blades!

Looking from above, the entire battlefield was already in chaos, with countless samurai and celestial beings fighting together.

Probably because the Celestials and the Celestial Warriors were a temporary combination, they fought in groups or organizations, strangled the enemy on the opposite side or were strangled by the enemy!

The Celestials' fleet has retreated, and the three rounds of bombardment have brought enough pain to the Celestial Warriors. And looking at this scene, coupled with the entry of the elite of the heavens and men in the rear, victory is already in sight!

And in this case, the Blood Moon is here!

After Harita gave the order, the red-clothed samurai suddenly turned into several columns and plunged straight into the enemy's abdomen!

Like the wind under their feet, they rushed forward in silence, their shiny katanas all unsheathed, and the swords flashed with light. On the battlefield they walked through, one after another dead corpses, most of them were celestial troops, but it was clear that the warriors had been defeated and retreated!

The red-clothed warriors didn't blink their eyes, their faces were full of solemnity, but there was a faint flash of fire in their eyes!

Because of Harita's order, they could only watch their comrades fight in front from behind, but they had to watch from the wall! This feeling is really embarrassing! Painful!

But Hita is the boss, and they can't say anything. So, they're already holding back the evil fire in their bellies!

I just don't know if this group of celestial cubs can satisfy their desire to kill? A wicked smile flashed from the corner of the red warriors' mouths.

Murderous intent boiling!

The smell of terror spreads!

Like silent squires of death, they wielded death scythes and tore apart the bodies of one enemy after another with cold eyes. It's overwhelming!

With both sides close to exhaustion, the investment of such a new force as Blood Moon is undoubtedly shocking!

"What's that?!Is it reinforcements?!"

"They're a Blood Moon?!"

"Great!

The people who are fighting non-stop are looking at the attacking blades in despair. The continuous red figure, with a strange rhythm, stepped into the battlefield like this.

They were silent, just kept waving the knives in their hands, harvesting life!

The atmosphere was weird.

The celestials were first shocked to see this guy out of nowhere, and then when they saw them mercilessly slaughtering their own people, they immediately became angry!

I don't know if they killed the red eyes, or if they had never heard of the name of the blood moon, they rushed to tear these red-clothed bastards to shreds!

The Last Samurai seems to be a good name.

If you defeat these guys, the war will be won, right? The so-called samurai will be finished, right?

The faces of the celestials were unabashedly full of murderous intent and disdain.

Haru lowered her eyes.

There is a murderous aura!