Naruto: I will destroy my clan immediately, but I am not Uchiha

The war between the four tribes has been going on for more than half a month.

Down the slope, the Senju, Sarutobi, and Shimura tribes took turns to attack the positions of the Feathered Clan.

This made the Feathered Clan bear tremendous pressure and torture both physically and mentally, and they could not see any hope of victory at all.

Compared with the three tribes taking turns to fight one day and rest for two days, the Feathered Clan can be said to be fighting every day, sleeping uneasily, and always having to be vigilant against the enemy who may kill them at any time.

In this kind of war full of disadvantages and hopelessness, if it were not for the belief of protecting the clan, they would have collapsed long ago.

But even so, the Feathered Clan suffered heavy casualties.

Over the past few days, one-third of the Feathered Ninjas have been sacrificed, and the number of injured is countless.

The wailing in the camp and the corpses that were constantly transported to the clan's land all show the cruelty of this war.

"How is the inventory of materials in the clan's territory going?"

In the central tent, Yuyi Longchuan rubbed his temple, looking exhausted. The other elite jonin were also in poor condition and sat on the left and right.

Among them, there was a young man who was particularly conspicuous. He was Yuyi Yuyi Qianhan.

Logically speaking, Yuyi Qianhan was young and his chakra had only reached the level of jonin. He was not qualified to participate in such a meeting.

However, as the old saying goes, in the Warring States period, strength was respected.

After more than half a month of fighting on the battlefield, Yuyi Qianhan had successfully proved his strength to everyone.

During this period, he relied on the air of ice jumping.

Hearing the clan leader asking about the supplies in the clan, an elite jonin said," According to the statistics, in terms of supplies, we still have plenty of food , enough to last for another two years.

However, due to our previous battle with the Senju, and now we are fighting against the coalition forces of the three clans, this has also led to a huge consumption of weapons, especially detonating tags, shurikens, and kunai.

The clan's reserves are less than one tenth of the original.

According to the current battle intensity, within three days, our detonating tags and kunai will be used up, and as for shurikens

, they can only last for another five days at most."

After the elite jonin finished speaking, everyone in the tent fell silent.

After a long while, Yugi Takagawa asked,"Any news about the clan members who were sent out to purchase supplies?" The elite jonin continued,"The Uchiha clan in the south is fighting the Senju clan, and they refuse to sell any supplies.

As for the north, the Yuhi clan was vague, neither saying they would sell nor not sell. I guess they don't want to offend anyone. The Hatake clan is willing to sell to us, but the quantity is limited, there are only 100,000 detonating tags, 70,000 kunai, and 90,000 shurikens, and they want to sell them to us at 20% above the market price."

Yugi Takagawa nodded,"It's my duty."

Under such circumstances, the Hatake clan is willing to sell at 20% above the market price, which is already very conscientious.

"To the northwest, the Aburame clan has quite a lot of supplies, but they want us to pay twice the market price to buy their supplies.

As for the remaining Shimura Sarutobi in the west, they are fighting with us in the east."

At this point, the elite jonin made a small joke.

However, no one can laugh in this situation.

Yui Ryokawa clenched his fists, then loosened them weakly, and sighed:"The Yuhi clan is just a small clan, don't worry about them, buy the supplies of the Hatake clan, as for the Aburame clan... buy!"

Yui is now at a critical moment of life and death, not to mention a price twice the market price, even if it is twice, he has to buy.

Now is not the time to feel sorry for money.

"How many people in the tribe... were killed and wounded?"

Although he was reluctant to face it, Yuyi Longchuan still hesitated and asked.

The second elder looked sad:"More than 30% of them were sacrificed, and the injured... it's better not to mention it.……"

After such a fight, except for a few people, most of the tribe members were injured.

Since the history of Hagoromo, there has never been such a great loss.

These two despicable ninjas of Sarutobi and Shimura deserved to die!

"well……"

Yuyi Longchuan sighed deeply.

Then, he stretched out his hand to rub his temple, and said with all his strength:"Okay, let's adjourn."

After the clan leader finished speaking, everyone left the central tent in twos and threes.

In the camp, Yuyi Qianhan, who was a little bored, wandered around.

After an unknown amount of time, he came to a place where a group of teenagers gathered.

The youngest of these teenagers was about eight years old.

As for the younger children, they were the hope of the clan's future.

Even though Yuyi had reached this point, no one thought of bringing those children to the battlefield.

"Young Patriarch"

"Young clan leader, would you like some?"

The young men were cooking meat over a fire in a pot. When they saw Yuyi Qianhan coming, they greeted him.

"Zhaoyan"

"Ming Fei."

Yuyi Qianhan nodded, said hello, and sat down.

The two people who were talking to Yuyi Qianhan were the young generation of Yuyi. They were the strongest people besides Yuyi Qianhan, and their strength almost reached the level of a special jonin.

If Yuyi Qianhan didn't have a cheat, he would probably be at the same level as these two people now.

"Come on, have some."

Yuyi Mingfei brought over a bowl with a few pieces of meat and thick broth in it. It looked like it had been cooked for quite some time. Yuyi

Qianhan took the bowl, and Yuyi Zhaoyan handed over a gourd.

Yuyi Qianhan took two sips. It was sake, not very strong.

Everyone gathered around the pot, eating slowly and not talking much.

This group of young men who should have been full of vigor and vitality were silent because of the war, and there were few other expressions on their faces.

Only a few young men who were injured and in pain showed some different expressions on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Yuyi Qianhan felt very uncomfortable.

These young men, the youngest was only seven or eight years old.

In the previous life, children of this age were still in elementary school, playing around without any heart or soul.

But now, these young men who should have been playing crazy The children were already numb from fighting on the battlefield.

At this moment, Yuyi Qianhan deeply felt the perversion of this world.

This world is extremely abnormal!

For the first time, he had the idea of striving for peace.

After chatting with this group of teenagers for a few words and sitting for a while, Yuyi Qianhan was a little uncomfortable with this depressing atmosphere, so he said goodbye, got up and returned to his tent.

In the blink of an eye.

Another week passed.

The casualties of the Yuyi clan were even greater.

Moreover, with the passage of time, the rate at which the casualties of the Yuyi clan increased is getting faster and faster.

That night.

Yuyi Longchuan came to Yuyi Qianhan's tent.

Looking at the middle-aged white-haired man in front of him who was doing it for the family, Yuyi Qianhan hesitated for a moment, and then said:"Father."

Yuyi Longchuan sat down on the wooden bed. He looked at Yuyi Qianhan, his face full of complexity:"Qianhan, I'm afraid that my Yuyi clan can't hold on this time.……"