"Kill!"
On the opposite side, the drums sounded. The Yiyu Clan's Ashigaru, dressed in cyan armor and carrying a flag depicting the Yiyu Clan's emblem on their backs, began to charge fiercely.
Within the formation, the four sides were white tents and the green ghost head flag of the Ghost Family. Wu Ming sat on the stool, his expression as calm as a mountain. This kind of calm and unruffled attitude immediately made the surrounding noble family heads feel at ease.
"Order! Guiyi Yijing's Iron Artillery, move out! "
Wu Ming waved his military fan and gave the order.
"Ready!"
Guiyi Yijing faced the Ashigaru charging from all over the mountains and plains. He raised his right hand without a trace of emotion on his face. "Charge! Aim! Don't forget your usual training! "
If it was an ordinary daimyo's army, they would have collapsed or attacked first when they saw so many Ashigaru charging. At the very least, their formation would be messed up.
However, at this moment, he was leading the Gui Family's regular Ashigaru soldiers. After a large amount of training, as well as the strict military laws, they were still able to mechanically repeat their usual actions, even though they seemed as though they would be drowned by the charging Ashigaru in the next moment.
Thud thud!
Thud thud!
A group of cavalrymen in cyan armor rushed out and quickly approached the Gui Clan's formation.
"I didn't expect the Yiyu Clan to send out the 'Youth Reserve Corps'!"
Guiyi Yijing murmured in his heart. There were very few horses in the Japanese world. The cavalry was a rather luxurious military branch. Even the Yamada Clan did not have a specialized cavalry.
However, the Yiyu Clan of the Izumo Nation had selected 300 of the best horses and repeatedly selected the elites who could fight against 10. They formed the 300 cavalrymen, known as the Yiyu Clan Youth Reserve Corps. They were an important force to maintain the Yiyu Clan's rule.
This time, they had sent out more than a hundred of them. It was enough to show how much importance they attached to the Gui Clan!
The horses charged at high speed. They covered a hundred meters in an instant and were less than 500 meters away from the formation.
"Hold them down!"
Gui Yi Jingu roared out, and waited until the cavalry was within 300 metres of the cavalry. Only when they could see the tattoos and the sinister faces of the warriors on their steeds did Gui Yi Jingu raise his hand and chopped down, "Release!"
Bang!
A puff of white smoke rose, and with a loud bang, a row of iron cannons flashed with sparks. The ten or so riders at the front immediately fell to the ground.
"Ah … Is this the power of lightning?"
"Ghost!"
The unconventional power caused the enemy to hesitate, and Guiyi Yijing would not let go of this opportunity. He pulled out the Mikazuki Munechika and shouted, "Team One, retreat! Team Two, fire!"
The half-kneeling Iron Artillery immediately stood up and retreated. At the same time, he bit the paper bag in his hand and reloaded it.
Team 2, who was ready, pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Another cloud of white smoke rose, and a dozen charging cavalrymen fell to the ground.
"Team Three, advance! Team One, get ready! Don't stop!"
This method of shooting three consecutive shots was also mentioned in the Scroll of Fire. It was specially used to make up for the cumbersome reloading of the iron cannons. Guiyi Yijing made full use of this point. He divided the troops into three groups and fired them one after another. It was a smooth and beautiful scene.
After a few rounds, more than half of the Youth Reserve Corps cavalrymen had fallen. Even the horses were frightened. They kept running and messed up their own formation.
"Shoot the enemy Ashigaru!"
Guiyi Yijing came to the Taekwondo again. "Attack!"
Boom!
The five cannons roared as if the gods were angry, setting off terrible explosions and sparks in the enemy's formation.
To be honest, the current iron cannons and cannons were not very lethal. After a few rounds of firing, including the cannons, they could kill less than a hundred enemies. However, the fear they caused was endless.
This was the first time this new weapon had appeared, and the shock it brought was unprecedented.
"It's the power of a demon …"
"The enemy is an evil Asura who can control thunder and fire …"
The Ashigaru summoned by the Yiyu Clan were just ordinary farmers. They were fine in a good fight, but when they encountered a situation where blood and flesh were flying everywhere, the drawbacks of inadequate training were immediately exposed. They fled in disorder.
Even though the leading samurai was furious and scolded them, it was useless.
The rest of the samurai wanted to charge forward with their bravery, but they were mercilessly shot into sieves by the flintlocks.
"It's a revolutionary firearm after all. How can a level one samurai resist it? Even a level two swordsman, Onmyoji, and Chunin might be injured if they're not careful … "
Wu Ming stood up from the folding stool and waved his military fan. "The chance of victory is here. What are you waiting for? Everyone, attack! "
"Ha!"
At this time, the soldiers who seemed to be stunned finally reacted. They activated the Tai Drum and ordered the whole army to charge.
"Haha … Everyone, how's our military strength?"
The enemy was already in chaos. With the addition of 2,000 Ashigaru, they immediately formed a general trend. It was the easiest thing for them to chase and kill the enemy like chasing ducks. It was also very easy to raise the morale of the enemy.
Seeing this, the dumbfounded patriarchs, whose eyes almost popped out, came to their senses and knelt down one after another. "Our Martial Arts Prosper!"
…
"Useless!"
On a small hill, a priest, a swordsman, and a ninja wrapped in black clothes watched this scene with cold hands and feet.
"So? Do we still attack now? "
The ninja asked.
"No need! Let's go back immediately. We must persuade the patriarch. The Gui family is really a big enemy of our clan. We must gather all the troops and destroy them in one fell swoop! "
The priest gritted his teeth and replied.
"Be careful!"
The Ronin who looked like a swordsman waved his hand, and a stream of sword energy appeared and cut through the branches next to him.
"As expected of the Yagyu Swordmaster. He can actually find traces of my Concealment Technique!"
With a flash of light, the figure of Mochizuki Kotaro appeared, surrounded by many samurai.
"Everyone! Please become food for us, the Oni Squad! "
A clear phantom of Shutendoji appeared behind the leader, Kenichi Matsushita. He licked his lips. "A Swordmaster and a Jonin. We specially asked the Lord not to come, so that we can use you to perfect our strength!"
"So many strong people? Is this the Oni Squad? "
The priest, the witch, and the ninja were all shocked. Looking at the hundreds of samurai around them, a trace of despair appeared on their faces.
"More than a hundred swordsmen of Swordlife and Mian Xu … Even the largest dojo of Yagyuu Shinin School can't see such a grand scene …"
The Swordmaster with the surname Yagyu murmured.
"Everyone, be careful. He has the power of a demon on him!"
A priest's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said loudly.
At the same time, his heart was filled with intense regret.
Originally, he thought that with the priests he brought with him, it would be enough to suppress the entire Oni Squad. But now, just the demonic aura emitted by the opponent made him feel danger.
"Our plan has been discovered by the opponent, and now we have fallen into a trap …"
A calm expression appeared on the priest's face. "Everyone … Please buy me some time, I want to respectfully invite the 8,000 Spear Gods to descend!"
Powerful Yin-Yang Masters and Priestesses could all sign contracts with powerful elves and even certain Gods in order to receive their help.
But the 8,000 Spear Gods were the gods of Izumo Taisha, and even among the 8 million gods, they were powerful existences, and it was basically impossible for them to sign contracts with mortals.
The only hope was to let the gods send their avatars to descend through the sacrifice.
This god official already had the resolution to die!
"Kill!"
In the next moment, the Oni Squad and Mochizuki Kotaro's ninja army rushed up and fought with the opposing priests and ninjas.
Mochizuki Kotaro's eyes flashed, and he immediately looked for the level 3 Jonin, and in a moment of carelessness, no one knew where he went.
As for Matsushita Shota and Kenichi, they led Koizumi and the other Oni Squad 7 to besiege Yagyu Swordmaster together.
"Kill!"
Kenichi Matsushita shouted, the muscles on his arm bulged, and the katana fiercely slashed down with the power of Thunder.
"Ha!"
On the opposite side, Yagyu Swordmaster's face was solemn, and he suddenly clasped his hands together, and actually caught the katana in his hands!
"No Katana Takedown!"
Yagyu Swordmaster crashed into Kenichi Matsushita's chest, and suddenly snatched the katana, and fiercely slashed again: "Secret Sword – Iaijutsu!"
Whoosh!
A slanted and deep wound suddenly appeared on Kenichi Matsushita's chest, all the way to his lower abdomen, and blood gushed out.
"Bastard! How dare you snatch my katana? I will definitely tear you apart … "
Matsushita roared towards the sky, and a large amount of black gas appeared on his chest. As his flesh and blood squirmed, the wound that could seriously injure and kill an ordinary person actually healed quickly.
"Originally, your physical strength and martial arts had already reached the peak, and as long as you can purify the sword qi, you will definitely reach the realm of Swordmaster …"
Seeing this scene, Yagyu Swordmaster sighed: "Unfortunately, you have already fallen into the wrong path, borrowing the power of demons … You will never be able to peek into the ultimate realm of kendo!"
"Noisy!"
A large group of black shadows rushed over, and with a fierce ghastly claw, it directly slapped down.
Bang!
Amidst the flying gravel and smoke, Kenichi Matsushita's half-naked shadow walked out, but his current appearance had greatly changed.
The original Shutendoji shadow revealed a sinister smile, and his entire body drilled into Kenichi Matsushita's body. After a series of muscle squirming, Kenichi Matsushita's original figure grew a few centimeters taller, as if he had become a small giant. His skin was greenish-black, and the green veins on his skin wriggled like earthworms. The ends of his hair were blood-red, and two small demon horns directly protruded from his forehead.
His entire person seemed to have become a smaller version of Shutendoji!
"Kill!"
The seven samurai roared, and signs of demon materialization appeared on their bodies, and they suddenly attacked.
Seeing this, Yagyu Swordmaster's face also showed a trace of fear, and the katana in his hand moved like a nimble swallow, drawing a series of ingenious and continuous slashes, and the light of the sword flashed continuously: "Swallow Flight!"
Puff!
The astonishing explosive force caused him to cut down six katanas in an instant, and even a bloody palm. But next, the seven samurai of the seven samurai let out a sinister smile, and rushed forward without any regard for their own safety.
"Tengu Strike!"
Yagyu Swordmaster took a deep breath, and the light of the sword cut off two heads, which were immediately drowned by the remaining demons …
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