Uesugi Kenshin held the remnant sword and stared at Takeda Shingen, unable to say a word for a long time.

"My life should not be extinguished, the sky will not kill me, what can you do with me?" Takeda Shingen slowly opened his eyes and stared at the remnant sword, without a trace of strange expression on his cheeks.

This kind of calmness, this calmness, this kind of courage, how many people in the world?

The heat on the ground gradually intensified, and the fog did not dissipate for a moment, which was like the resentment between them, and there was not a trace of it.

Uesugi Kenshin stared at Rouyang, and suddenly hit his horse and galloped, "Harunobu, there will be a period later." ”

The sound of hooves suddenly rose, and the person was already two feet away.

Takeda Shingen stared at the remnant sword and exhaled deeply, "You're here." ”

"Yes, I'm here."

"You came in time, and your life was saved."

"Yes, I came just in time, and your life really shouldn't be killed."

The lifeless stone statue stood not far from him, his empty eyes staring at and poking at Takeda Shingen's body like spearheads, and his hand slowly released.

Hu Yiji did not leave half a step.

She stared at Shingen Takeda as if she had never seen this person before, as if this person was not her husband.

"Why don't you go over?"

Hu Yiji was silent, because her heart was full of contradictions, and she didn't know what to say.

"Your wish has been granted, and this is what you deserve."

Huyi Ji was silent.

She finally walked over, fell at his feet, and kissed his feet, looking apologetic and respectful.

Takeda Shingen didn't stop her from doing so, his expression was still calm, and he didn't look like a human being, although there was a blood red on his neck.

Blood dripped down.

That sword almost killed him!

Takeda Shingen suddenly walked towards Wusheng, staring at him quietly without speaking.

Wusheng also faced him quietly.

They stared at each other silently, as if there was a mysterious and strange communication between the two, and there seemed to be an incomprehensible and unbelievable understanding and respect between the two of them.

Hu Yiji stood quietly, the chill on her body gradually dissipated, and her eyes became soft and bright.

How would she feel as she stared at them?

One is his husband, and the other is a partner who shares adversity and lives and dies.

Is it exciting? Is it shy? Is it admiration? Or something else?

A smile gradually appeared on her cheeks, and just as the smile on her cheeks became stronger, she suddenly fell limply.

The last thing she saw was two mountain-like men, standing in the mist.

"She fell."

Wusheng still spoke first, he didn't want a woman to lie on the cold, hard ground and wait to die.

"I know." Takeda Shingen seems to really know, but he doesn't seem to want to know.

"You're not going to save her?"

"I'll save her."

When he said to save, a fast horse shot in the distance, standing on the ground like a stake, his hands stretched out, and the lake clothes miraculously came into his arms, this man tore the horse wildly, the flag fluttered on his back, and the four big characters of Fenglin Volcano had gradually blurred in the fog.

Takeda Shingen didn't look at this person, still staring at Wusheng.

He stared at Wusheng, as if he wanted to release all the thoughts in his heart, and the worship and admiration in his heart seemed to have been satisfied.

"You believe me coming?"

"Yes, I'm sure you'll come."

"If I don't come, will that sword kill you?"

Takeda Shingen nodded, staring at the broken sword on the ground, speechless for a long time.

The pain and sorrow in his heart seemed to be unwilling to share with others.

"I know you."

Shingen Takeda raised his head and suddenly stared at Wusheng's eyes, as if he wanted to find something from them.

"What do you know?"

"You don't have a lot of troops here, so you must have other intentions."

Takeda Shingen nodded and was silent, but there was a light in his eyes.

"You're deliberately attracting Uesugi Kenshin's attention here, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Your main force must have reached the back of Uesugi Kenshin, and you want to outflank Uesugi Kenshin?"

"Yes." Takeda Shingen smiled, laughing happily and proudly.

He stared into the thick fog, and the sound of the battle gradually became more violent and cruel, and he couldn't see the battle inside, and the number of troops inside was incalculable.

The soft sun can't push away the fog, not at all.

Takeda Shingen smiled, the miserable white cloth tent became gloomy and weird in the fog, Takeda Rhombic twitched violently on the cloth tent, he smiled and said, "Did you hear that?" ”

Wusheng nodded, "I heard you." ”

"That's the sound of victory." The blood red on Takeda Shingen's neck became even redder, as red as a girl's ribbon, "If you want to win, you must have sacrifices, and the greater the victory, the more heavy the sacrifice." ”

Wusheng nodded in acknowledgement.

Fighting with Kenshin Uesugi will not work without a certain plan and a certain bait.

If you want to win from Kenshin Uesugi, you must be fully prepared and prepared to sacrifice a lot.

"Your victory is unfortunate."

Victory is a pleasant and noble thing, and it must not be expressed in terms of misfortune, which is an insult to victory, and the victorious person will not be comfortable hearing it.

Takeda Shingen didn't seem to have a trace of discomfort, but said lightly, "That's right, we are unlucky, war is an unfortunate thing, whether it is a winner or a loser, it is the same." ”

Wusheng nodded in acknowledgement.

"The misfortune of victory is always much stronger and more pleasant than the misfortune of defeat."

"At least you will recover all of the North Shinano in this battle, and the only way to defeat is to close your home and let you dispose of it?"

"Yes, but he's an exception, and I can't do anything to him."

"Why?"

"Because he is Uesugi Kenshin, the dragon of Echigo, and the military god of the Fuso generation."

"You all have your own unique and proud side, and aren't you the No. 1 military artist in Fuso?"

Takeda Shingen didn't answer this sentence, but said something strange, "Do you know what kind of reputation he has for attacking me?" ”

"The rook suspension formation, a kind of formation used for strong attacks."

Takeda Shingen laughed out loud, "You really have insight, and you actually know this kind of formation." ”

Silent without life.

"What else do you see?"

"I also see that you must have sacrificed a lot of money, suffered heavy casualties, and you are a lose-loser."

"Yes, we're both in a state of limbo."

"And you almost lost your life?"

"Yes." Takeda Shingen lightly touched the blood red, and a sad color appeared on his face.

Sigh of nothingness.

When he saw Takeda Shingen's sadness, he already knew a little bit of the daimyo deeply, and he also had his own unspeakable suffering.

In the face of this battle, he was obviously gambling, Takeda Shingen had already pressed his life on it, and if the other main force came late, everyone here would die miserably.

Maybe he put life and death aside for the sake of victory, as long as it is victory, what about sacrificing himself?

Wusheng exhaled, he was already secretly grieving for Hu Yiji, this person was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of victory, let alone a side room wife?

This is not just the sorrow of Hu Yiji alone, maybe the sorrow of many women in the war.

This is true of Lake Yihime, and so are many women.

Takeda Shingen put Hu Yihime in front of Wusheng, didn't it make Wusheng unable to take refuge in other military camps, especially Uesugi Kenshin's military camp, wouldn't it be even more impossible to take refuge?

The fog writhed more violently and fluttered in the sound of fighting, and so did their lives?

Wusheng sighed deeply, and suddenly said, "You don't want to live in the first place, and you're ready to sacrifice?" ”

The smile on Takeda Shingen's cheeks suddenly condensed, "You see that?" ”

"Yes." Wusheng gritted his teeth, the stinging pain on his body became even more fierce, and he could only force himself to endure it, "You were waiting for him to kill you?" ”

Takeda Shingen was silent.

"Your hopes are all on the main support, they have come in the back and enveloped you all, and you and the people here are just bait, aren't they?"

Takeda Shingen was silent, his expression was solemn, his eyes were like a knife staring at the desperate people in the fog who were falling and dying, there was his deployment, there was his beloved general, maybe there were his siblings, maybe there were their partners, these people were about to die.

He himself might have died.

The outflanked reinforcement army is still continuing, attacking inside and outside, and Uesugi Kenshin's forces are still struggling.

"You already have a heart to die? Are you willing to sacrifice your life for victory? ”

Takeda Shingen was silent.

The knife-like gaze fell on the bones not far away, and this person was none other than Kansuke Yamamoto, and his eyes seemed to have the excitement unique to battlefield killing.

With this kind of excited gaze, it is enough to see that this man likes to kill people on the battlefield, and he will never get tired of killing people, nor will he have any disgust.

"This is our destiny, and what could be more precious than victory in people like us? More noble? ”

Sigh of nothingness.

He had to admire Takeda Shingen's statement that soldiers on the battlefield were not human beings in the first place, they were a kind of sacrifice for victory, no matter how much they sacrificed, it was inevitable, and they had no choice for victory.

Shingen Takeda himself had no choice.

"Isn't it wise for you to do that? Isn't it worth it to spend so many people's lives to win a victory? ”

Takeda Shingen's blade-like eyes suddenly stared at the lifeless body, "You are not a soldier, you will not understand what a soldier's heart is like." ”

"What is it like?"

Wusheng said this, and suddenly became a little regretful, Takeda Shingen was right, for the sake of victory, soldiers are willing to do anything, and what is the point of sacrificing their lives.

Takeda Shingen was silent.

He suddenly walked towards the handsome case, stared at the drawings, and smiled softly.

His smile was not sad, but full of the sense of accomplishment that was unique to the victory.

"You've won."

Shingen Takeda nodded and smiled.

"But should I congratulate you? Or to comfort you? ”

Takeda Shingen gently touched the Takeda diamond pattern on the flag, and his face became a little lonely and sad, a kind of loneliness and sadness that went deep into the body and blood.

"Whether we live or die, we should be congratulated." The corners of Takeda Shingen's mouth squeezed out a smile, "Because we won, as long as we win, it will be a kind of gain, and you should congratulate us." ”

Wusheng nodded silently.

He was silent because the stinging pain in his body had become fierce and cruel, as if he could no longer bear the sting.

He gritted his teeth and tried to control himself, but he still fell.

Rushing in the dense fog, a rider rode a person, and immediately raised his sword high, slashing directly at Takeda Shingen's body, Takeda Shingen did not dodge, but faced it calmly.

Although his expression was bitter and sad, he did not lose a trace of compelling calmness, compelling coldness, and compelling majesty.

The knife flashed.

The knife in the palm of his hand "ding" landed, and the person also landed, and the horse flew in shock, and suddenly crashed into the other end of the fog.

The man tried to cover his wounds, but he couldn't hide the startled blood.

His eyes stared at Wusheng in a daze, as if he wanted to bite Wusheng to death, biting to death ten thousand times, "You...... It's actually your ....... ”

Silent without life.

He slowly retracted the gun, very slowly, very slowly.

Blood trickled down from the tip of the spear and onto the cold, hard ground.

Takeda Shingen's eyes showed a look of gratitude, "You still saved me?" ”

"Yes, I must save you."

Shingen Takeda smiled, "Why do you have to save me?" ”

"Because you're Shingen Takeda, Shingen Takeda shouldn't die right now."

This answer was not very convincing, but it was enough to make Takeda Shingen happy, and Takeda Shingen stared at the pitch-black gun, as if a touch of envy and admiration floated in his heart.

"The gun god is lifeless, and sure enough, the gun god is lifeless, and your name is not empty."

Silent without life.

He struggled to lean towards Takeda Shingen, staring at and poking at the Takeda diamond pattern on the handsome tent like a spear, as if he had discovered a lot of strange things.

He suddenly said something strange, "You don't have a sword on you all along?" ”

Takeda Shingen smiled, stared at the trembling handsome tent, and said for a long time, "I never carry a sword, because I am a sword myself." ”

"Your sword can't kill."

"You are wrong, my sword only kills."

"I don't see your sword killing?" Wusheng tried his best to control himself, staring at the handsome tent that was gradually floating, seven or eight figures, and seven or eight long knives.

The blood on each blade was not dripping, and everyone had a murderous aura in their eyes, the kind of murderous aura unique to the battlefield.

Takeda Shingen laughed, he smiled and pointed to the sword light in the mist, "My sword is not in my hand, but in their hands, it is my idea for them to kill, so the sword in their hand is mine." ”

Silent without life.

The empty eyes were already staring at and poking at the seven or eight blades on the opposite side, and Sen Han's blades were gradually approaching, getting closer and closer.

They didn't get close completely, they stopped not far away, staring coldly at Wusheng, and one of them still suddenly said, "I know you." ”

Silent without life.

"You are the spear god who has recently become famous in Fuso!"

Wusheng nodded.

"Good, you're really nice."

"What does it mean to be good?"

"It's good that you go, and Takeda Shingen stays."

"You're going to kill Shingen Takeda?"

The corners of this man's mouth became colder, and he said coldly, "Yes, we didn't come here to kill you, so you go, he stays." ”

"You're wrong, I'm not leaving." Wusheng stared at the man's evil smile, and suddenly continued, "You guys hurry up, my gun doesn't want to kill you." ”

The man laughed, cold, cruel, and sarcastic.

"You don't believe my gun can kill?"

The man's laughter suddenly disappeared, and he said in a deep voice, "I really don't believe it, but we don't believe it, maybe even you don't believe it." ”

Takeda Shingen sighed, "Why don't you leave here?" This is not the place you should be. ”

Wusheng nodded, but did not leave.

The blood on the tip of the knife had drifted away, but it had not been sheathed, "What Takeda Shingen said makes a lot of sense, you shouldn't die here, and there is no need for people like you to shed blood here." ”

"You're wrong."

"Where did we go wrong?" The man's face changed, and the chill on his cheeks did not fade.

"I came here just to prevent you from killing Takeda Shingen."

The muscles on the man's cheeks twitched, staring coldly at the bones on the ground, and then at the wounds on the lifeless body, and the cheeks showed a look of surprise and disbelief.

He didn't believe that Wusheng could deliver a fatal blow, but he had to believe it.

Takeda Shingen smiled, "You may not believe that a lifeless gun can kill, even I don't believe it, but it's true, he can indeed kill." ”

"You saw him kill?"

"Yes." Takeda Shingen's smile remained unchanged, but he was sighing, "I only saw people killed by him, but I didn't see how he made a move." ”

The cold light on the blade flickered slightly, and the man sneered, "I don't believe it. ”

"You'd better believe it."

"If we don't believe......."

Takeda Shingen was silent.

He seems to be a person who doesn't want to grind his teeth more, and he doesn't want to grind a little more.

The knife slowly approached Wusheng, and he didn't dare to shoot for a long time, "Your gun is really that magical?" ”

The man's eyes were amazed and his unbelief was even stronger, as if he did not believe such a fact even to death.

Wusheng suddenly stared at and poked this person's body like a spear, no matter who was stared at like this, it was not a comfortable thing.

This man is no exception, and he can't stand it well.

Whoever is stared at by these eyes is like being poked with a gun.

The man's body was already tingling.

The man's eyes were not only unbelieving, surprised, but also extremely disgusted, because there was a peculiar problem in these eyes.

Because while one eye is poking at someone else's face, the other eye is poking at the chest; While one eye is poking at the chest, the other is poking at the crotch.

No matter what kind of person is stared at by this kind of eye, it is easy to collapse, collapse, and despair.

The man did not collapse, nor collapsed, nor did he despair, but he was wheezing violently, and the hand holding the knife was still steady, steady and calm.

The light of the knife has trembled faintly, and it twisted faintly.

Wusheng gritted his teeth and said word by word, "The knife in your palm is a toy?" ”

This is an insulting word, an insult that every samurai cannot bear.

Cold sweat was already pouring out on this man's cheeks, and the green tendons of his arm holding the knife trembled slightly, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

The people behind couldn't help it, and suddenly jumped up, the knife flashed, and the knife flashed to the edge of lifelessness, and then suddenly fell.

The sword light died suddenly, and so did the person.

Wusheng slowly retracted the gun, and it retracted very slowly, very slowly.

Blood slowly slipped from the tip of the spear.

At this moment, a hole suddenly appeared in the chest of the person on the ground, a bloody hole.

Blood splattered out of it, shooting a foot high.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the gun, a dark and steady gun.