Saburo is not a samurai.

Although he did possess great personal ability and will, he was still an amateur in the military field rather than coming from a samurai family.

Most of the soldiers of the Padrosi Empire, after learning about the samurai class of Crescent, would come to the same conclusion as military scholars - the samurai pattern of the people was very small.

This so-called "small pattern" in the eyes of the imperial people was the result of the thousands of years of history of lack of large-scale all-out warfare, and the blind reinforcement of spiritual aspects such as loyalty, bravery, and personal martial ethics in order to preserve the traditions of the samurai class.

If we divide the military into "strategy" and "tactics" - "large armies" and "small troops" - the samurai of Wato ignore the "strategic" level because of the long-term lack of comprehensive and large-scale warfare, and even to put it to the extreme, they do not even pay attention to the "tactical" level of small forces.

A group of samurai came together not to fight as a unit, but to hundreds or thousands of isolated individuals with little to no coordination.

As a military aristocrat of the same rank as a knight, it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to train each samurai. It is true that they are a formidable force when used as individual soldiers, but the real role of this elite soldier who knows military theory is to serve as a command center, as the head and backbone of a force, and to command the larger number of ashigaru.

But the samurai who are kind to others are often unwilling to take on this kind of responsibility, blindly pursuing the embodiment of personal martial bravery. And after the defeat, he neglected the retreat of the surviving troops, and never considered joining forces with friendly forces to fight again in the future, but chose to commit suicide on the spot in order to save the glory of his body.

I read military books well, but I never use them.

The Moon Country, which occupies an entire continent, is such a huge country, and those local armies with thousands of people and tens of thousands of people at every turn, but they fight like tens of thousands of people fighting alone.

The practice of reinforcing one's own class identity in the midst of a millennium of peace became a kind of spiritual bondage that firmly imprisoned the samurai's minds—but because of this, it was so.

Out of the samurai class, out of identity, out of those overly strict morals.

Ryunosuke and his subordinates, who became ronin, really showed a Japanese elite warrior class army that had inherited thousands of years of art of war culture.

The way it should be.

"Draw the bow!"

The moment Saburo showed his face, the archers who had already been arranged drew their bows and arrows in unison.

Even the samurai of the Aota family were surprised by all this - wasn't this a despicable sneak attack?

Showing the face of the lord who was supposed to be defended by the samurai to the death lures the other party to appear, and then shooting arrows without saying a word, without even reading the "Declaration of War" aloud before the battle, is a style of play that the samurai would never have thought of and would never have performed.

So it worked.

The arrow pierced the body of Saburo, who was also at a loss as the Aota family, and the Ryunosuke he knew well was the Ryunosuke who had many things eleven years ago. And the reason why he showed up was to see with his own eyes the destruction of his precious things this time.

But it's not just him who has been changed by the years.

The man who is named a dragon and the man who is as insidious as a snake.

In the midst of eleven years of hatred for each other, which has never disappeared, all the rules and regulations of civilized society have been stripped away.

They are like two beasts fighting for territory, and when they meet, they never die, and their only goal is to watch each other die.

But it's obviously not that simple.

The arrows shot were partially blocked by the subordinates standing beside Saburo with their bodies, and the only one that hit him through the gap in the chest should have been fatal, and when the viscous black liquid spilled down the white wooden arrow shaft in the burning firelight, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

Ryunosuke and Henry's kind of decisiveness was right, and the samurai of the Aota family realized this for the first time.

There's no room for any show of honor or so-called "right and elegant" – because they're too time-consuming, too slow.

"Cavalry charge, zigzag!" panting and nearly half-wounded cavalrymen were sent out in the next second, and the moment the order was given, these men rushed out without hesitation.

The moment they rushed to the front of the formation, they divided into two teams, and instead of charging at the position of Saburo, who was the most heavily defended, they staggered and knocked down the ghouls surrounding them, and immediately after Ryunosuke gave an order, the heavily armed ronin stationed on the first floor rushed out directly, grabbed the space created by the cavalry and filled the gap between the positions of the ghouls and Saburo.

"Keep up. Confusion ensued in an instant, but Henry, Narumi and the others immediately decided that this was their only chance. Everyone in the inn, including peasants and non-combatants, quickly followed, forming a tight formation. Seizing the opportunity created by the cavalry with their final sacrifices, they formed a concentric circle surrounded by ghouls on the outside, but surrounded by Saburo and his humanoid subordinates on the inside.

Throw yourself into the net and seek your own death.

It took the last of its maneuvering shock force to send itself into an encirclement of hundreds of ghouls. The battle plan that Ryunosuke came up with in an instant would probably be ridiculed if it were judged by those who thought they knew a lot about military affairs.

But the hearts of those present were bright.

Rise from the ashes.

With a large group of non-combatants and wounded, and lacking enough horses, they can't escape the ghouls with extraordinary foot strength.

Staying in the hotel seems to be able to rely on the building to fight for a longer time, but it also pushes yourself into a dead end, and you can only die alive.

Rushing over at the cost of all the ronin cavalry troops like this, while being surrounded by ghouls, but also surround Saburo as the leader, is a decision with the best chance of winning.

No more surprises? A hole card like gunpowder can only be prepared in a matter of days.

So the rest is purely a contest of strength and speed - whether the ghouls break through the defensive circle of the heavily armed ronins on the periphery and defeat them first, or whether they break through the protection of Saburo's men and kill him as the leader first.

Even if he died, the ghouls would still exist, but the beasts without command could no longer be coordinated like this, and they would have a better chance of breaking through.

Greatsword Kramer? Unsheathed.

Joshua drew his sword as well.

The heavily armed ronin and the stunned young man with a large shield but not good at fighting formed the outer line of defense with the militia, and behind them were women, old people, and children who were not capable of fighting and hid in the inn - these people must follow them into the encirclement? If left alone in the inn, they will most likely be killed or taken hostage by ghouls.

The top individual soldiers in attendance, including Henry, Joshua, and our Roan Maiden, joined the Aoda family's Ayuw, Yajiro, and Okami, as well as Ryunosuke and his lieutenants—they couldn't spare more troops to maintain the line.

Saburo slowly and tremblingly drew the arrows from his chest, and his equally tainted heavily armed ronin men raised their weapons expressionlessly.

Whether they still have the human mind is unknown, and now is not a good time to care about it.

Led by Joshua, who was the fastest, these eight people killed Saburo directly in the array.

"Dangqiang—" sparks flying? The red-haired blind swordsman leaned over and slashed at the opponent's gun with a knife towards his armed hand, and the extremely fast knife directly slashed at the part of the opponent's hand armor to protect the back of his hand? The iron handguard is dented and deformed. If it was still human, the blow would have been enough to break his metacarpal bones and make him release his weapon, and the door wide open for the next attack—but he didn't let go.

"Whew—" Like a puppet that didn't know the pain, the ronin swept straight across the barrel of the gun, and Joshua was extremely fast, so the shot missed, but he was forced to retreat because of what should have been able to solve an enemy.

Along with Joshua, who is also a dexterous swordsman, is our Loan Maiden? Her attacks were somehow more fruitful than the red-haired swordsman - because the proficiency wasn't as high as his? Mira directly used the technique of "simultaneous"? Instead of trying to destroy the opponent's armed hand and attack, he blocked the opponent's slash and hit the opponent's throat at the same time - this move was tried and tested against the Japanese swordsman before, but this time it also hit a wall.

The tip of the calamus knife undoubtedly pierced her opponent's weakly defended throat, but then the opponent reached out and grabbed her waist knife and tried to attack while she was temporarily suspended.

The girl could only hurriedly withdraw her waist knife, and jumped sideways to widen the distance.

Two of Rigal's three failed to make a result? The samurai on the other side also ran into a wall with Ryunosuke and others. Despite their numerical superiority, Yajiro and Ayong even flanked one of Saburo's men, but because the ronins were all heavily armored and contaminated and therefore had the same life force as ghouls, their attacks were ineffective and they even lost a short spear.

The little young master pulled out the sword he was carrying and continued to fight, but all these people who had hit the wall couldn't help but cast their eyes on the only one.

The presence of a kill is indeed completed.

Kramer's way of wielding is unpretentious.

Henry struck with a diagonal blow in the usual manner of lowering the tip of his sword—the first sword looked as if he had made a mistake because his opponent had avoided it perfectly, but those who thought so clearly did not know the man well enough.

The sword, which was raised diagonally from the bottom right to the top left, struck the right side of the opponent's helmet at the end of the sword at the end of the war, with Henry facing the left side - and the neck guard of the human helmet was held in place with multiple layers of armor and a soft rope tie, so that it could be protected without affecting the movement of the neck.

But the downside is.

Moves and displaces under attack.

The neck guard that was lifted up fell for only a second because of its own weight, but it was enough for him.

Straight as the pillars that the best craftsmen have spent weeks working on with carpenter's planers, the diagonal end turns into a horizontal slash. The unparalleled blade of the sword accurately hit the neck that was exposed by the lifting of the neck guard, and it was not until it severed the flesh and cervical vertebrae that the neck guard of the helmet belatedly fell.

As soon as he saw him, the filthy ronin with tenacious vitality and heavy armor was beheaded by a sword.

The body that lost its head fell weakly, and the sage's body, which was already higher than ordinary people, was also revealed in front of Saburo.

Ranwen

"It's you. The former lord of the swamp village with black liquid in his veins stared at the sage viciously, but the filthy ronin around him also turned their backs and pounced on Henry as if they were infected by his will.

This is the second mistake Saburo makes.

He ignores the existence of other people.

Henry glanced at Mira, and the immediately aware Luoan girl did not rush to cover where her teacher was, but changed direction.

The others noticed her movements, and the equally well-trained fighters understood the battle plan in an instant without taking the time to communicate verbally.

The sage retreated, and the other seven men charged.

"Dang Qiang—" He parried the slash of the Filthy Ronin on his left, deflecting Kramer's blade and directing his overly powerful attack towards the ground.

"Bang dong—" Then, as Kramer's sword was pointing downward, he used his counterweight ball to take advantage of his height and arm length to smash into the face of another filthy ronin who rushed towards him with a waist knife.

The visor was dented, blood spilling from the black liquid, and Henry grabbed the collar of the filthy ronin's back armor that had sliced the great sword deep into the mud, and used his body as a fulcrum to leap over to avoid the attacks of the others.

Just a few steps away.

It was to shift the target and launch a concentrated attack towards the sage, and it was only a few steps away.

"Poof-" one left and one right, one slash and one stab.

Saburo's right hand was slashed by Joshua, while his left hand was pierced through the shoulder blade by the calamus knife in the hand of the girl Roan.

"Knock-" The hardwood gold rod in the great god's hand hit the thin man's chest, and he fell to the ground.

Ryunosuke completed the final blow, he held his breath, pursed his lips, and said nothing, clenching the sword in his hand that was full of glory when he used to be a prefectural order, and now even the handle scroll has faded in 11 years of wandering-

Stabbed through Saburo's left ribcage.

This is a weakness that Henry had previously dissected.

Rich black bodily fluids flowed down the broken core into his stomach and overflowed, choking on Saburo's trachea, causing him to cough incessantly.

Henry seized the opportunity of the ronin, who was clearly connected to Saburo in some way, to lose his mind when Saburo was battered and killed them all.

"Hehehehehe. Ryunosuke hung his head, his face full of anger, and his hair was scattered.

But the one who laughed was Saburo.

Coughing and laughing, he lay on the icy mud floor and looked back at the burning houses and rice paddies, with ronins and villagers still besieged by ghouls in the background.

"You're pathetic. ”

"Click-" He twisted the sword in his hand and shattered Saburo's core. In the past, the ornament that his wife and daughter hung on the end of the handle of the knife were contaminated with blood splattered out.

Saburo opened his eyes and became motionless with an insolent smile.

Ryunosuke let go of the knife and sat down on the ground.

"The ghouls are in chaos!"

"Yay!"

"Don't rush to pursue, stabilize the front, stabilize the front, there can be no more sacrifices. The flames were so loud that the hot spring village was almost completely destroyed.

Hundreds of ghouls no longer acted in unison after Saburo was killed, some of them ran away haphazardly, while others even began to bite their own kind under the hunger of prolonged activity.

While they still crave human flesh and blood, these pure beasts, devoid of coordination, begin to become less threatening.

"Poor, isn't it. Ryunosuke looked at the few men left and the hot spring village where the fire was raging. The women of the village hid in the line with their children in their arms and sobbed.

Saburo is dead.

But he didn't win either.

The moment the knife was inserted into his chest, and at the same time he met his gaze, the snake-like man had gotten what he wanted.

Grief, hatred, and a face full of negative emotions, he can no longer maintain the elegant appearance of Ryunosuke.

He didn't care if Ryunosuke died or not.

He just wanted to see the man hurt.

Dragged into the quagmire of revenge, he became bruised all over his body.

Because he was once a close friend, the moment he met his eyes, Saburo understood that he had got the result he wanted.

With a contented and insolent smile, the snake-like man died.

And the man with the name of the dragon sat down on the ground.

There is nothing left in my heart.