A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 217 Someone's Always Going on a Killing Spree

Chapter 217 Someone Will Always Go on a Killing Spree

"Future prospects?" The usually taciturn Huameiwan crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Shihe and the others with disdain, saying, "As far as I know, the shogunate can be said to be on its last legs."

"Given this situation, what future is there in following such a shogunate?"

Shihe smiled without saying a word and shook her head.

Seeing his calm and composed expression, Huameiwan's brows gradually furrowed.

Is there something I don't know?

He had been monitoring the situation in the shogunate, since with his current skills, gathering information and intelligence was incredibly easy.

The current state of the shogunate can be described as utterly corrupt.

Not only has their prestige among the people plummeted, but most importantly, they have lost their ability to intimidate the Kansai region.

Although the first campaign against Choshu was victorious, the original nobles of the Choshu Domain were immediately overthrown by local armed uprisings, and a new government and army were formed.

I heard that the Choshu Domain is currently training its army, clamoring for revenge for the arrow wound.

Even after losing the war, they remained so fierce, which shows that they didn't take the shogunate seriously at all.

"It seems that Lord Hakumeimaru is unaware that the shogunate has now gained the support of the gods."

Shihe put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile.

Just as Huamei Maru was pondering what changes had occurred in the shogunate, dozens of figures suddenly descended from the sky and landed in the snow-covered courtyard.

These are...

Huameiwan frowned, instinctively placing her hand in front of Zuoqie, while giving Heyi and the others a look.

Suddenly, more than a dozen female warriors appeared opposite them. They were pale-faced, with delicate eyebrows and small faces, wearing armor from the Warring States period and holding naginata.

Not only were their appearances bizarre, but their auras were also immense, and their chilling power made Huameiwan feel uneasy.

"These warriors have survived since the Warring States period. They are female warriors of the Okami tribe, and they come from the realm of the gods!"

Shihe slightly tucked his chin in, a sly smile on his face, and stared intently at Huameiwan and the others.

Under these circumstances, Sasori and the others realized that if they did not agree to Tokie's request and refused to join the shogunate, a battle would await them.

"Lord Huameiwan."

A slender, delicate hand, white as mutton fat jade, pressed down the arm that was holding the eyebrow pill in front of her.

As Sakichi turned to the side and took small steps forward, he slowly drew his greatsword with his right hand.

hum...

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose in the courtyard, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes.

The blade whistled softly, and a beautiful figure stood there.

When was the last time we fought side by side?

Zorche spread his arms, his thumb and forefinger tightly gripping the back of the blade with the hand that wasn't holding the knife, and spoke calmly.

Hua Meiwan turned her head, her eyes first flickering, then becoming incredibly resolute, with five colors flashing across them.

He adjusted his mask, gripped his right forearm with his left hand, and while loosening his wrist, tilted his head to stare at the group opposite him, saying softly:

"It was more than 20 years ago, when we were on Paradise Island."

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Her eyebrows shot up, her killing intent overwhelming.

A burst of aquamarine energy erupted, causing her pristine white kimono to flutter wildly in the wind.

"So long ago that some people have forgotten that we, who were personally instructed by Taiyi, were warriors who could fight against celestial beings."

"Madam is right, since they've forgotten..."

"Then let them remember!" X2

The two spoke at the same time and attacked instantly.

Meanwhile, Gang, He Yi, and the others, who had been poised to attack, charged toward their opponents with expressions of fighting spirit.

boom!

A deafening roar echoed in the courtyard, and the shockwave swept away all the snowflakes falling within a radius of a hundred meters.

......

In July of the next year, Kozekawaguchi.

On the plains below the mountain, two groups of people were facing each other.

A somber atmosphere permeated the open space between the two sides, and the leaden clouds in the sky seemed to press lower and lower.

On the Choshu Domain side, the defending army consisted of only about a thousand men. Although their morale was not low, many Choshu soldiers were already sweating profusely as they faced the shogunate army, which was said to number 50,000.

"Sword, sword heart, can we really win this war?"

"The enemy has 50 times our number of troops!"

A soldier with a turban, holding a long spear, thin and sallow-faced, clearly of peasant origin, stared intently at the Shogunate army opposite him. His body was stiff as he spoke to the person next to him.

Hearing that the shogunate army was going to attack Choshu again, he eagerly signed up to join the army, and that's how he met this red-haired boy next to him.

Later, he learned that the red-haired boy's name was Kenshin Himura.

Although he didn't know Kenshin's strength, whenever he was by Kenshin's side, he would feel a strange sense of security and feel incredibly comfortable, as if he were soaking in a hot spring in his hometown.

"Of course we can win. Didn't you see that our weapons are far more advanced than theirs?"

Kenshin straightened up, resting his hand on his sword, while rubbing his chin with his other hand, his voice revealing a hint of excitement.

But his safety did not reassure his terrified comrades at all.

"It's advanced, but we can't withstand the enemy's superior numbers!"

The man muttered complaints under his breath, occasionally glancing back at his own side.

Although they were all equipped with advanced muskets and cannons, and there were fortifications around them.

But can these things really work against an enemy force that outnumbers them by 50?

How many shells do we have? How many bullets do we have? Even if we use them all, we can only take out a few thousand enemy soldiers at most!

Damn it, is this what war is?

The man's mind immediately conjured up the faces of his wife and children at home.

He couldn't run away now; the new government of Changzhou had already given him a resettlement allowance. If he tried to escape, he would not only be executed on the spot, but his family would also be implicated.

"Killing one is enough to break even, killing two is a huge profit!"

"Hey, Kenshin, you must be really strong. I bet you could kill ten of them!"

The man tightened his grip on the spear held by the sweaty hand, and turned to Kenshin, saying...

He's really going all out now, encouraging himself while also cheering on Kenshin beside him.

But after saying all this, it was discovered that Kenshin's expression did not change, and he even shook his head.

"Kenshin, I believe in you. You've definitely killed more than I have. If you survive, you'll definitely become a high-ranking official!"

"So, ten people can become high-ranking officials?"

Kenshin stretched his neck and said with a chuckle.

"Ten is definitely enough!"

"What if there are 100?"

"100? You could be a general with 100! I've never heard of anyone killing 100 enemies!"

"What if there are 1000?"

"What? 1000! You, you're not talking nonsense, are you?!"

The man gripped the long spear shaft with both hands, craned his neck, and stared at Kenshin with an incredulous expression.

"Hiss... Huff..." Kenshin tilted his head back and took a deep breath, then lowered his head and tucked his chin slightly, the smile on his face gradually turning into a sinister grin: "Hehe."

How many did we kill last time? I can't quite remember.

Fifty thousand people?

That's wonderful!