In their hearts, what is a king and what is a minister.

A dim flame burned at the tip of the torch.

The cloth bands and lipolysis wrapped around the torches were constantly burned in the flames, and they were constantly burning.

The shards of the cloth ribbon that had been lifted up by the flames were curled and scorched in the flames.

The broken pieces of cloth were like wreckage struggling and twisting in the flames of hell, constantly trying to get rid of the torment of the flames, but no matter how twisted, no matter how much they struggled, no matter how crazy they writhed, they could not get rid of the torment of the maggots like tarsal maggots.

In a trance, he seemed to see a sentence that the one who had been on the throne of the Inner Palace had said to him years ago.

"When you look at the cloth in the torch, it doesn't look like a man struggling in the flames."

He was standing behind the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven was standing on the edge of the observation deck on the upper floor of the Heavenly Pavilion, by the guardrail, and a torch was inserted there.

The Son of Heaven did not look back, nor did the Son of Heaven look at the prosperity of the royal capital under the Heavenly Pavilion.

He just looked at the torch.

Look at the torches, which are being lit by the flames.

"Everyone knows that in the darkness they have to pick up torches to light the way. Some people may be thankful for the torches, but... What about the fuel on the torches, who ever thought about how it felt? The Son of Heaven looked at the torch quietly and said softly.

"Fuel is there for torches. It appears in the torch burning itself all the time. Withstood the heat of the flames, endured the fate that he was destined to be burned after he was made, and then was burned with peace of mind until he finally burned out. ”

"When the fuel runs out—" he turned his eyes to the lights of Wanjia below him.

"It's just another one and keep burning. Source, you don't think I'm really like this layer of fuel. ”

"King, why do you say that?" He asked knowingly.

"Heh..."The Son of Heaven sneered.

"Son of Heaven, isn't it the one who was burned?" He looked at the lanterns on the streets, at the flow of cars and horses in the city, and at the prosperous side of the country.

"Look, that layer of cotton on the torch." He pointed to the burning layer on the torch, "Do you know why it lasts so long?" It's because there's grease in it. It is not he who burns first, but only after the grease it has been contaminated with is burned before it burns itself. But..."

"It's been burning with the maddeningly hot flames all the time." He spoke lightly, but spoke of the wails of the prisoners in hell.

Grab the ghost face on your face hard.

Shaking his head, he detached himself from the memory.

Oh, I always remember the days I worked with him without knowing it.

He looked up at the cloudy sky.

Is it early spring...

Maybe it won't snow tonight.

A little bit of raindrops, dripping in this cold, isn't it also quite zen-like.

Because on a night like this, if there are some raindrops...

It's just too good for killing, isn't it.

Holding the samurai sword at his waist, his thumb slowly pushes the knife away.

Ding——

Inside the tent, the sound of quarrels continued to fall.

"Shinano didn't promise to join us, so... I want this piece of land. A dark voice sounded faintly on the left side of the tent. But before his words fell, some people were not satisfied.

"Shinano Province has been bordering our country since ancient times, and if you want it, I will come too. It's not your turn yet. It was still on the left, and when it came to a loud voice, he did not hide his desires.

"I have no interest in the land of Shinano Province, but... I heard that Her Royal Highness Princess Shinano is both talented and beautiful, and it is very suitable for my side room. On the right side of the tent, a feminine voice sounded, and it stared directly at the princess of Shinano.

"The land of Shinano has always been full of demons, monsters, gods and demons. If you want me to say, this land... Unknown. In short, the country of Izumo will not be contaminated, and any of you are interested in doing it yourself, but... I heard that Shinano had a town and a soldier of the country, and I wanted it, that's all. ”

"Let's talk about how to defend against the incoming front. After all..."the power of the other side" should definitely not be underestimated. Neither the Oda family nor the Takeda family are opponents we can take lightly. ”

In the middle of the crowd, a slightly calm voice slowly sounded.

"Oda? How many troops can there be in the land of projectiles? It's not worth mentioning at all. Takeda's strength is strong, and their samurai martial arts are very proficient. But... If we enter 80,000 coalition troops, can't we still pile them up? After that voice, an eerie voice rang out not far from him.

The ghost samurai didn't have any intention of listening

They simply do not know what a sharp force means for an army as a whole.

They simply don't know what the surnames "Oda" and "Takeda" represent.

They only know what they can get, and they don't think about what they will pay or what they will pay for the dead.

These people...

Tapping the tent on tiptoe, he didn't see how hard he was exerting himself, and the whole person had already risen into the air.

The samurai's armor and saber seemed to have no weight, silently leaping up with his entire body and landing on the tip of the tent.

He was nimble not like a samurai at all, but a ninja.

I don't know what kind of tricks he used to be able to land on the fluffy tent so silently!

His eyes were fixed on the men inside the tent.

How can I allow you to step on that glorious and noble throne!

At the top of the tent, there is a ventilated air outlet.

This place was used as a vent to allow the smoke from the campfire to drift away, so that the tent would not be too stuffy.

But none of them noticed that at this tuyere, there was such a pair of eyes, through the ghostly face, undisguised, ruthlessly looking at the group below...

Pigs and sheep to be slaughtered.

He is as upright as a noble samurai, but he is also secretive and treacherous like a shady ninja.

He just looked at the people below, but no one noticed his presence.

He didn't break in at the door of the big tent, but like a ninja in the dark wind, he was really slaughtered against them.

He's not like a ninja who shoots from afar with a short, poison-filled weapon, but...

Like a samurai, he slowly drew his long sword that shone with a cold light that even the moonlight could match.

"Gen, do you know why you are called a ghost warrior?" As the dazzling white light of the samurai sword shone into his eyes, in a trance, he remembered again what the Son of Heaven had said to him.

"You are warriors, but you walk in darkness. You wield the blade of darkness, but you possess the martial arts of a samurai. You raise up your long knives, but you kill behind your back. You are walking crookedly in time, but you are still upright. ”

The Son of Heaven looked at him and clutched his shoulders tightly.

"You are a being between a samurai and a ninja. It's like a ghost wandering around the world who can't live in heaven but can't go to hell. So, you are ghost warriors. ”

When the blade on the katana had already sent shivers down the sleeves of the people in the tent, someone finally realized that something was wrong.

When he looked up, all he saw was a blinding cold light.

There was no more sound.

The sound of the alarm resounded throughout the barracks!

"So, please, for me in the darkness that I can't reach... Protect my people for me! ”

I know that I have been pigeon for a long time. I'm really sorry for the four friends who have been supporting me and insisting on giving me recommendation votes. Ruthless, where is the love, Shangchuan string, single, Junlong, salted fish who want to make trouble, thank you very much. Seriously, I'm sorry for you guys. You're all willing to vote for me every day, but I can't update it every day. The promised things were also put off again and again, and in the end, I looked down on myself. I'm still quite a failure...... To this day, I wonder if I shouldn't have made a promise in the first place. Now I find that I have reached a very bad level. It's also time for me to reflect on myself and what exactly I should do.

(End of chapter)