"Let's go, what's the matter, those kids from the Hyuga family are still okay, they actually missed such a big living person, and they must kick their asses when they go back."

Although the captain put away the knife and wanted to leave, he was still scolding and angry in his mouth, and the two subordinates glanced at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly, although the detection ability was the first in the ninja world, but the white eyes were not perfect, this is because its users are not made of iron, they will also be careless and tired, and the more time passes, the higher the probability of this kind of mistake will be.

Looking back at the place where their teammates had just died, even though they couldn't see anything in the dark, their faces were still covered with gloom, even if they could understand the mistake of the white-eyed ninja, but when this mistake was so closely linked to their own death, they still couldn't take it easy.

Perhaps, this is the fate of the ninja, dying on the battlefield, whether it is him who has become a puddle of meat and mud washed away by the rain, or himself, hasn't he been prepared in his heart for a long time?

"You two, keep up, Ikeda is dead, and we'll have to trade more of our enemies' lives for it."

The captain stopped, his tone was light, and the numbness and murderous aura in his words were extremely in line with the atmosphere of the word battlefield.

"Yes." The two team members no longer stayed, and disappeared into the darkness with their captain.

"Captain Yamanaka, who has lost another team member, is Ikeda of the Hase team."

The man with bruised muscles next to his eyes muttered, although his eyes were open, he obviously didn't have any focal length, and even, there was no pupil in the general sense, it was the Hyuga clan in the famous ninja world.

"Got it," Yamanaka Goku's voice was muffled with a hemispherical device covering almost his shoulders over his head, and he was silent for a moment, and then said, "I've sent a message to ask the remaining members of the seventh team to move closer to them, and temporarily form a five-person team, Nobuo, and continue to monitor." ”

"Yes." Hinata Nobuo endured the shaking of his eyes and the pain, and replied, just because he knew that the all-battlefield spiritual connection that Yamanaka Goku, which lasted longer than him, would only be more tired and painful at this time.

Yamanaka Gojuro, who was standing on the sidelines, picked up the flag on the makeshift sand table and brought the two crippled squads together, frowning as he looked at the dwindling enemy strongholds.

Not only these two squads, but after clearing half of the strongholds with great efficiency at the beginning, with the decline in the physical strength and energy of the Konoha troops, as well as the decline in the intelligence capabilities of the headquarters, at least more than half of the squads suffered battle losses.

This is a very bad signal, which means that the advantage of the Konoha troops over the combined forces of wind and rain has gradually weakened, and it has reached a certain delicate node, and if it continues, those remaining enemies on the battlefield will wait for work, and the situation of the original Konoha squads preying on the enemy one by one will be reversed, and it will become a large net laid by the Konoha troops to pounce on the enemy.

His gaze swept over and froze on the edge of the battlefield, where a large small red flag representing Konoha was hurrying to the battlefield, as if with the assistance of a large army, he could stabilize his position, occupy the area, and then use this as a foundation to firmly resist the enemy's advance.

Interlocking, worthy of the decision made by the experienced brother.

But.

Mijuro stood up straight and walked over to the psychic device.

It rains all year round, and even the name of the country is named after the word "rain", will it really be blocked by this rare heavy rain, so that Konoha can be slaughtered?

He knocked on the hemispherical device that separated the inside and outside, and heard his brother Yujiu's obviously tired voice: "Mijuro, what's the matter?" ”

Mijuro paused and said calmly, "When it's time, it's time to change me." ”

If what he thinks in his heart is right, then, even taking this into account, he is worthy of the "White Fang" adult.

"Seventy-four."

Makoto muttered to himself, and put away the enemy's forehead guard under his feet.

Yoshiro glanced at him, and quickly took his gaze back, although he had heard that some ninjas had this hobby, but it was the first time he had really seen it in reality, and he would do it, all of them were murderous ghosts and demons who took human lives.

Even within the talented Uchiha clan, I have to say that this Makoto is really a guy with a personality.

Yoshiro disguised his handguard, and silently added another stroke to the many reasons in his heart to stay away from Makoto Uchiha.

"Makoto-sama," after Makoto said many times that he could call him by name directly, the cultivator still insisted on this respectful name: "Is this your record?" ”

Makoto glanced at him and smiled: "Well, they are all enemies that I killed alone in this mission, but you can rest assured, the enemies you killed together, I will report them to the clan." ”

The cultivator obviously didn't mean this: "No, no, no, I just want to say that you are really powerful, and before the end of this battle, you will definitely be able to complete a legend of a hundred people!" ”

Legendary...... Makoto smiled disapprerovingly, compared to a guy who kills 50 kills in one hit, this is just a small fight.

"Alright," Makoto straightened up and glanced at the other three, "I'm ready to transfer, report on your status." ”

"Good." Fugaku.

"Tired." Geelong.

"I'm a little tired, but I can keep fighting!" A high-spirited cultivator, in order to make a good impression on Makoto, he has been charging ahead before, and his record is quite good.

Makoto nodded, very satisfied with the state of the cultivator, and the gaze he looked at himself showed a complete eagerness to be recognized by himself.

In fact, Fu Yue thought badly before, he didn't mind teaching ninjutsu such as Red Pill Cut to others, just like he didn't mind handing over the skill of chakra vibration to the family before, Makoto even hoped that ninjas like Shuren who were very inclined to themselves could learn this skill, which would be the best way for him to leave the impression of a genius or even a master in their hearts.

One, as some people in the family have realized, this, and this kind of derivative Muji ninjutsu has extremely high requirements for chakra control, and the entire Konoha may only be qualified to learn by the top medical saints in the Tsunade medical class.

Second, the skill of [vibration], in Makoto's eyes, is just equivalent to the [rotation] that Mizuto or Naruto mastered when they practiced the Spiral Pill, but it is just a half-finished product of real ninjutsu, and the ninjutsu that he expects in his heart is definitely more than that.

At this time, unlike before, somewhere in the rear of the enemy, a trace of chakra wound up.

"Makoto, I'm Shuo Mao," White Fang's voice was unhurried, and he couldn't tell if he was in the middle of a battle: "Heading due north, I need you to cover the breakout." ”