This is My Juggernaut Journey

With a strong burnt smell in his nostrils, Yuxian jumped to the other side of the wooden bridge, watching the whole bridge fall into flames.

In fact, not many people were burned to death. With the physical fitness of the Chibei Army, most of them retreated to the courtyard of the dungeon, which was enough for them to rectify the remnants of the soldiers. If it was impossible, they could return to Xianfeng Temple.

"You just let them go like this?" Genichiro Ashina walked over with a cold face, and everyone including Sase Jinsuke bowed their heads in salute, but he didn't even look at it, only Yuzuru Himura was in his eyes.

"Let them go? Who will pay for the loss of setting half of Weiming City on fire?" Yuxian smiled strangely.

It was the belief that he would kill, and Xianichiro was stunned for a moment, but he was the former owner of the dungeon after all, so he quickly realized it.

"Are you trying to put that thing..."

"Yes." A soft voice came from the side, Yongzhen came in small steps, and said with a blank expression: "The Wraith Seven-faced Warrior has been released by myself."

PS: Sorry for the late update today, sorry.

Chapter 120 Three Embers

The dry riverbed is like a moat. The Red Army has set up a new line of defense at the gate of the dungeon. No one can rush in under the aim of the iron cannon. However, Yuzuru is not in a hurry. He stands beside the blackened wooden bridge and watches from a distance. .

Soon, there were faint screams in the wind, mixed with a few gunshots, and all the knives and guns that were aimed at the outside were retracted.

A battle broke out at the entrance of the dungeon a hundred meters away. Suddenly, a pale ball of light plunged into the sky, eroding a fleeing red soldier into a dead bone.

Just when everyone was guessing what kind of power it was, the same pale beam of light appeared, seeming to sweep across the courtyard, and the soldiers who were on guard disappeared in an instant.

"Is that the attack of the seven-faced samurai?" On the other side of the riverbed, Yuxian looked out. He couldn't see the seven-faced samurai, but the unique coldness was enough to make people fantasize.

Regardless of the seven-faced warrior or the headless monster, monsters of the resentful soul type are undoubtedly supernatural powers. Except for the snow of the gods or special props, ordinary physical attacks are difficult to cause damage. Of course, it does not mean immunity. Every creature with a soul Both can cause damage to them, and warriors with sufficient blood will do more damage, but it takes a lot of lives to kill them.

It can attack in groups, is immune to physical attacks, and can teleport. To be honest, the seven-faced warrior is more troublesome than the lion ape.

"The dungeon used to be the execution ground for traitors, and a large number of samurai's resentful spirits lingered here, so this powerful resentful spirit was created! Because of the faint face that appeared on the flames of resentment, it was called the Seven-faced Samurai." Kenichiro Ashina murmured He said to himself, he studied immortality in the dungeon, and he added fire to the seven-faced warrior.

Yuxian glanced at him, not wanting to bring up past grievances, but pointed to the girl: "The resentful souls are suppressed underground, ordinary people can't break them, but Yongzhen can do it."

He had a satisfied smile on his face. He explained two things on Mount King Kong that day, one was to solve the dragon's cough with the wolf, and the other was to release the seven-faced warrior to cut off the way back. The girl did these two things perfectly.

Genichiro has no doubts, after all, the girl's master Dogen is a 'god' after all, he can handle everything from making ninja prosthetics to drawing talismans to suppress the grievances of Buddha carvers, even half of the skills are enough.

He just paused for a moment with complicated eyes on the girl's face, his lips twitched a few times and finally couldn't say a word, so he could only sigh.

Such a perfect girl is already Yuzuru Himura.

With some inexplicable emotions, Genichiro retorted subconsciously: "Even the Seven-Faced Samurai can't defeat hundreds of red soldiers! There are so many ants that kill elephants, let alone these elites from the inner palace!"

"Before the elephant is bitten to death, enough ants can be trampled to death." Yuxian took off his mask and hat, and looked around. In addition to the flames, blood and corpses, there were tired faces.

The Wei Ming army who was waiting for work was so tired, not to mention the Chi Bei who had been fighting for almost a whole day, no matter how harsh the training was, it would never turn a person into a machine.

"When they defeat the Seven-Faced Warrior and have no energy left to continue attacking Weiming City, what do you think they will do?"

"Follow the way you came back to Mount Kumgang, and then regroup with the main force of the inner government army outside the city." Xianichiro frowned, feeling that he was underestimated.

"Yes, nearly half of the casualties of the red reserve team was seriously injured, and they are more likely to return home without a leader." Yuxian turned around with a chuckle, took Yongzhen's palm, and left from the bridge, "However, I am in Xianfeng Temple. A great gift has been prepared for them!"

That 'average' ninja!

Xianichiro was stunned, and instantly understood, secretly thinking that Yuzuru Himura has a long-term vision and is digging holes for others all the time.

He quickly chased after him, and asked for the first time in a tone of asking for opinions: "What about the inner government army outside the city?"

"What do you think?" Yuxian continued walking in the Shura field, as if he had been released from the fierce battle day and night, and the killing had nothing to do with him.

However, at this moment, the red team is fighting fiercely with the undead, while the Weiming army is making up for the enemy who is still breathing.

Puff puff.......

The muffled sound of meat piercing came continuously, and the smell of blood filled the air. Yuxian noticed that Yongzhen next to him frowned lightly, as if he was worried about something.

Before he could ask, Genichiro, who was full of saving the country, hastily said: "Pretend that the red army has captured the city gate, and then put the inner government army into Erchongwan..."

He clasped his hands tightly, his face full of ferociousness.

"Destroy them all!"

If tens of thousands of people were lost in the First World War, even the inner government would back down, and there would be a chance to negotiate peace. However, Yuzuru stopped and patted the shoulder of the eager samurai.

"Even if you kill [-] pigs, you won't be able to kill them all. If you eat too much, you will easily choke to death."

"Then let these inner government army cage cities go!?" Genichiro said with a sullen face.

"Then you can experience the feeling of one person breaking through ten thousand and mowing grass unparalleled." Yuzuru shrugged, decided not to care about the loser in life, and hooked the snake-eyed mercenary, who came immediately.

"Tell Master Bai Qiu that all the mercenaries are stationed here. If any red army rushes out, shoot them immediately."

"Okay." A deep voice came from under the bandage. There were nearly 50 snake-eyed mercenaries in Weiming City. With them blocking the door, no one could pass through the line of fire.

"Yuzuru Himura, stop!" Xianichiro yelled from behind, this bastard actually ignored himself.

Yuzuru led Yongzhen towards the castle tower, and let Xianichiro yell at the back. After Yixin came back, he had no rights. If he really wanted to experience Mowing Wushuang, Yuzuru didn't bother to talk to him.

The fire was billowing, and the houses on both sides of the stone steps were still burning, but Wei Mingjun had already begun to put out the fire. Be the captain of the transportation brigade well.

Yuxian entered the first floor of the castle tower, the vast room was also full of corpses, but these corpses were covered with white cloth, Yuxian squatted in front of the frontmost corpse, lifted the white cloth and saw a half-rotted face.

Matsumoto Neizosuke, General Wei Ming, was also one of several high-ranking samurai who died in battle that night. Despite Yuzuru's resourcefulness, in the era of cold weapons, he would always kill one thousand enemies and self-injure eight hundred.

"Are you worried that there will be too many casualties so that the Buddha carver can't suppress his resentment?" Yuxian covered the white cloth and asked what he hadn't said just now.