The narrow and difficult rugged path makes the vehicle useless, the horse's hooves trample down, splashing a piece of muddy water, and a heavy rain last night made this wild mountain road that deviated from the main road look particularly muddy!

At this moment, the embarrassed Yoshikazu Yamamoto was running frantically, and the constant gunshots behind him made him dare not relax at all.

"Damn, damn it! You traitors!! ”

It is no exaggeration to say that even a second before all this happened, Yoshikazu Yamamoto could not have imagined that he would fall into such a situation!

Yoshikazu Yamamoto, who finally escaped from the capital, was directly attacked by the rebels, and a group of personal soldiers who were responsible for protecting his safety died in the process of breaking through. And it is still more than half the way to the city where the 13th Army Corps is stationed......

As thoughts flickered, another burst of gunfire rang out.

At that moment, Yoshikazu Yamamoto only heard a voice, 'Your Majesty the Emperor be careful!' ’

The guard, who was on another horse, flew straight at him, throwing him all over the muddy ground.

And almost at the same time, the two war horses, which were still maintaining the momentum of galloping, were shot into a sieve by the dense rain of bullets on the spot.

It is completely conceivable that if the guard's movements were slower by one second at that time, then his fate would probably be exactly the same as those two war horses!

"Your Majesty the Emperor, how are you?"

Although that fall, even when he was guarded, still made him feel that his whole body 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.

As a result, in the next second, his expression was stunned......

"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 pins in an instant.

"You got shot?"

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

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

Several bullets have already injured his internal organs, one of which seems to have hit his lungs, making him not even breathe smoothly, his mouth opened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood directly.

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer to them behind him made Takeda instantly alert.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, hold your head."

"What?"

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

Yoshikazu Yamamoto, who was defenseless at the time, lost his balance on the spot and fell directly from the narrow mountain road.

The slippery slope and cliff made him unable to stand on his feet at all, and at the same time, this sudden situation made him lose his ability to think all of a sudden, and in his mind, only the reminder from Takeda just now made him instinctively protect his head.

At the same time, the pursuers led by Miyamoto Shingen then arrived, skimming the slope and cliff below, and then quickly landed on Takeda.

Holding on to his body, which was almost seriously injured after several bullets, Takeda staggered to his feet, then took a step forward and slightly put his hand on the katana at his waist.

Takeda Ichitsai! This is the first samurai of their Fuso, the man who was named the 'Sword Saint', and at the same time the personal guard of His Majesty the Emperor, whose name often appears in history textbooks along with His Majesty the Emperor, and for future generations, it can almost be said that it is a legendary figure.

And now, this legendary figure looks so weak that he only needs to let his soldiers continue to shoot, and he can easily shoot the other party, or just let it go, and the other party is probably not far from death.

However, at the moment when he collided with the other party's gaze, Miyamoto Shingen did not choose to do so, but said to several pro-soldiers beside him......

"You go after His Majesty the Emperor."

After speaking, Miyamoto Shingen turned over and dismounted, and at the same time his right hand was also on the katana at his waist.

"If I could, I really wanted to fight with you in your heyday, not like now, but in the current situation, it is impossible to let you go, it seems that there is one more regret in my life."

Hearing this, Takeda Ichitosai's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, he no longer had the strength to speak, several gunshot wounds on his body were making his blood continue to overflow, he could feel that his life was being pulled away little by little, death was moving closer to him, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't compete with it!

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

The opponent in front of him is very strong, and this, just by looking at the posture, he can clearly feel that there is no flaw, so that he can't find a chance to make a knife at all, which makes the two of them have been in a stalemate.

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

At this moment, Takeda Ichitosai couldn't help but have a strong resonance with Miyamoto Shingen's words just now, it was really a pity that he couldn't fight such an opponent in his heyday!

The moment the thought fell, the two of them went out almost at the same time!

Knives out! The sharp blade, under the gloomy sky, still exudes a cold glow.

"A knife stream! Juhe !! ”

Between the lightning and flint, the staggered knife light almost completely tore apart this dim mountain road, and after a knife, the figures on both sides of the mountain road were already separated from life and death.

"It's—it's a shame......"

In this muttering sound that almost only he could hear, their generation of sword saints in Fuso, Takeda Ichitosai's body fell limply into the muddy water beneath him.

At the same time, Miyamoto Shingen, who slowly withdrew the knife posture, had a complicated expression on his face, flicking the blood on the blade, and then with a flip of his wrist, he neatly retracted the katana that had slashed a generation of sword saints in a backhand posture, and slowly withdrew the scabbard on his waist.

"yes, that's a pity......"

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