save the judge

There was a faint rolling thunder in the sky, and the two entangled armies fought desperately, trying to use all their strength to tear the enemy in front of them to pieces.

The gods who were well protected in the rear quickly built a temporary camp with limited supplies, and the fusangshen who had retreated from the battlefield were well placed in simple small rooms separated by white cloth and bamboo Here, the respective judges will start the process.

The hastily built camp was not only messy, but also very unreasonable in planning. Among the second batch of spiritual judges who arrived, they had a background in architectural design, and they were directing the fusangshen to adjust the layout. For safety reasons, the entire camp was built horizontally and vertically. The passage is narrow enough for only one person to walk, and various materials are piled up messily on the ground.

Relying on his nimble and light movements, Yishin Yaken Toshiro jumped over from the messy ground, held up a clean hot water basin, picked up the short cloth for re-made curtains, and bent down to put the basin on the ground. The Fu Sangshen were shot down not long ago, and there were still fresh puddles of blood and broken bones on the ground, but this was harmless to Fu Sangshen who was used to seeing these things.

The black-haired dagger kicked the blood-stained bone spurs aside without changing his face, and made a clean and flat place. He knelt down on one knee and looked at Yiqi who was lying on the simple stretcher. The expression on his face: "Well...it's much better than before, you should also take a break, General. The California Palace just said that the fourth batch of Fusangshen will be withdrawn soon. Most of them are Taidao. It is very difficult to get their spiritual power into your hands. Huge amount, you need to recharge your batteries."

The young god judge who was also kneeling on the ground stretched his waist, his bones made a crackling sound, and his face changed: "Oh, Yaoyan! My waist!"

Yaken Toshiro put his hands on his waist and back: "It's all hard, so don't sit in front of the computer and play games every day, General! People in the past didn't have such problems."

The judge looked bitter and stretched his neck left and right: "Yes, yes, I understand! How are Qingjiang and the others doing?"

Yaken Toshiro lowered his head, dipped the towel on the side of the basin into the water and wrung it dry, and wiped his blood-stained face skillfully: "Ah, they're almost healed, waiting for the one above Your Excellency's orders."

When he mentioned "that lord", his tone was solemn and serious, showing full respect, and the judge became interested as soon as he heard it, and quietly approached him and asked: "Did you go to the medicine research department in the first army?" , Have you seen that person? It is said that he is not inferior to Oda Nobunaga in beauty!"

Yaoken's brows twitched twice: "There is no need to question the matter of men, what's with the 'beauty not inferior to Oda Nobunaga'?"

The appraiser clicked twice: "This reaction is acquiescing. It's mainly his code name, 'Yujinhua' is a bit...feminine, so there is such a question. And Nobunaga is not without a sense of disobedience Have you ever dressed up as a woman? With such a level of beauty, it’s no problem to say that she’s beautiful!”

Yao Yan rolled his eyes twice by holding up his glasses: "Although that's what you said...but that lord is not just good-looking."

Through the thin cloth curtains, they could clearly hear the roaring and tsunami-like fighting sounds outside, the sound of blades colliding echoed between heaven and earth, and the thick bloody smell was enough to make the sense of smell lose their sense of smell here, Yao Yan listened attentively. With the sound of pumping blood, he praised in a low voice: "If you want me to say it, he is a great general with the spirit of Nobunaga."

The god judge didn't speak anymore, he half-raised his head and didn't know what he was thinking, when suddenly a tidal wave of noisy voices rolled over one after another: "...he's coming down! All the god judges! It's..."

The dazed interrogator cheered up and pulled Yaoken: "Tsurumaru and the others are coming down, let's go."

******

Of course, the busy scene in the camp could not be seen by Jingongjiquan. He and the flamingo just looked at each other before being blocked by the crowded and messy crowd again. He ordered the fourth group of seriously injured Fusangshen to withdraw their hands, and Jingongjiquan put them down. The communicator glanced in the direction of the flamingo.

Fusangshen's pressure around him was increasing, and the retrograde troops also began to rush towards this side. The combat power of the two sides reached the level of evenness again, and they began to move towards the point of fighting for numbers.

In such a big environment as the battlefield, personal bravery is not worth mentioning. No matter how brave Fu Sangshen is, it is impossible to defeat ten thousand. Fortunately, this is not a war that needs to pay attention to morality and benevolence. It was all festering intrigues and personal enmities that were well known on both sides.

After receiving the order to go out, the five armies composed of polarized short knives rushed straight to the target from all sides of the battlefield. When they passed by their blood-stained companions and their own comrades-in-arms who were besieged, they didn't stop at all, and didn't even spend a little effort to go to the target. Kill the weaker enemies in front of you, just rush past them like an arrow leaving the string at a faster speed.

They have only one goal in their eyes and one order in their mind.

After realizing their whereabouts, retrograde troops along the road began to block them. More and more daggers were stopped, while fewer and fewer daggers insisted on running without fighting. They galloped until they almost turned into Faint smoke, like a meteor dragging its tail, draws sharp lines like knives from the smoky battlefield.

Atsushi Shiro has a stern face. He is one of the short knives rushing forward. He can already see the flamingo mask in his sight, and there are still 500 meters ahead——

450 meters--

400 meters--

The long sword was blocking his path impartially. Unless he stopped or changed his route, he would face the end of the body being separated.

Atsushi Shiro sighed in his heart, feeling a bit of regret.

He clenched his sword tightly, and shifted his gaze from the flamingo mask to Di Taidao.

——but there was another vibration knife faster than him.

The light cyan aura radiated an extremely beautiful star light accompanied by the sword swing, and Ishinakumaru appeared out of nowhere, and sat on the neck of Di Taidao, with his legs wrapped around the opponent's neck, with a light effort, With a click, the Taidao that was holding a sharp blade just now fell down.

Atsushi Shiro opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then nodded to Shinakumaru gratefully.

"Oh, oh, it's that Yujinhua-sama's retainer!" Tsurumaru didn't leave after killing the Zhendi Taidao, but ran forward after Atsuto Shiro, "You continue, you continue, I will help you open a way ah!"

Sure enough, every Zhenhewan was equally lively.

Atsuto Shiro thought in his heart, and did not deny his guess about the identity of his own lord.

"Ah, it's amazing, your main hall is really amazing, He hasn't seen such a big scene for a long time! Hiss..." He suddenly lowered his voice, touched it with his backhand, and complained bitterly, "Why do they have bone spurs? When the crane sat down, I forgot this too quickly... Hey, it hurts... Did it get pierced—get out of the way!"

The grinning and obedient voice made Atsuto Shiro's tense mood relax a little bit. He wanted to laugh, but the sloppy voice suddenly became harsh and shouted.

Atsuto Shiro lowered his head subconsciously, a black sword light brushed low above his head, and was immediately stopped by Tsurumaru Hengdao who followed closely behind.

"You go first! Come and play with me if you have a chance in the future! It would be even better if you can bring your master! Crane's master is still single!" Tsurumaru's voice was light and lively.

Atsushi Shiro didn't stop, he glanced hastily, and what came out was the Ichishin Odachi, no wonder he stumbled Tsurumaru.

He ran forward for a few steps, followed by another shake of the sword.

"Hmph, just go on the same road for a while." The smiling face Qing Jiang brushed away the shocking Kunai in front of Atsuto Shiro, and smiled reservedly in the face of Atsuto Shiro's question.

"Hey! Over there, do you have time to go for a walk with this kid?" Smiling Qingjiang kicked away Zhen Kuwu, stopped the Taidao who was approaching again, and yelled at someone.

Atsushi Shiro stepped on the head of the Shintachi and jumped into the air under the signal of the smiling face Aoie, and ran forward for a few meters before he had time to look back for a while.

This time it was Daikurigara who followed.

This taciturn Daojian, who is famous for his taciturnity, remained silent as always, and followed Atsushi Shiro without saying a word, raised his sword and slapped away Yizhen Kunai who flew over somehow, and saw him turn his head to look over, and said in a low voice: "... Watch the road."

Atsushi Shiro was startled, and a trembling emotion rose in his heart.

"You go forward." These were the last words Okurigara said to Atsuto Shiro when Ikshin Didachi appeared on the only way.

The short knife flew forward, and heard the crisp sound of the high-speed impact of the sword behind him getting farther and farther away.

And this is not the end, Okurigara is followed by Suzumaru Koji, Yamato Shou'an, Kasen Kanesada, Minghu, Yiqi Yizhen...

All the fusangshen didn't know each other, but they almost tacitly followed each other, clearing a smooth path for Atsuto Shiro.

300 meters--

Horikawa Kunihiro and Izumi Mori Kanesada stopped, the long-haired Fusangshen muttered that his hair was soaked in blood and became heavy and uncomfortable, and the good-tempered Wakizawa kept comforting his own Mr. , the two stopped the Zhenda Taidao together.

250 meters--

Keimaru roared with a cry and slashed open the enemy's left hand: "Ah, ah, where have you been, Anika! Didn't you say that you can't walk around!"

200 meters--

Mikazuki Zongjin slashed his sword with his backhand, with a sharp killing intent in his beautiful eyes, he laughed and resisted the blade of the enemy sword sent to Atsuto Shiro, and said reproachfully: "When the adults are here, don't bother the little ones. Children, although the grandfather has not been active for a long time, he should not be underestimated!"

150 meters--

In the first phase, Yijin looked down at Atsushi Shiro slightly, and nodded to him with a smile: "Go, Atsu, although I don't have the same Honmaru as you, my brother is proud of you."

100 meters--

With a smile on his face, Mustukiri cut off the right hand of Die Taidao, and then cut off the opponent's head with a knife, and smiled cruelly and innocently: "Huh? Oh, I told you not to wander around... Ah, is this my brother's sweet trouble, it's really troublesome."

The further you go to the center of the enemy, the greater the resistance you encounter, but Atsuto Shiro was surprised to find that he could easily climb over the high wall under the protection of layers.

The person under the flamingo mask didn't seem to have thought about justice from heaven, he was obviously stunned for a while, and before he could recover, a dagger fell from the sky again.

Then the third strike, the fourth strike...

The number of short knives that the Five Armies finally broke through the encirclement and reached the target point was only 630 strikes. Compared with the [-] strikes of all members before departure, it is obviously a negligible number, but if they can reach here, they must be able to complete the task.

The short knives raised their eyes, like beasts seeing their prey, and showed a bloody and bright smile at the man wearing a flamingo mask in the inner circle.

******

"Crack!" A male body fell from mid-air and landed in front of Jinguji Izumi's horse, followed by a few swings of a short knife. Atsuto Shiro raised his blood-stained face with a bright smile: "General! Live up to all expectations!" Trust!"

Jingujiquan stopped his horse, looked down at the man who was captured from the formation and threw him in front of him, raised his hand, and whipped down the whip calmly and fiercely: "I have heard your name for a long time, Lord Flamingo."

He finished a ferocious greeting and gave Izanagi an order: "Xiaoyu everyone on the battlefield, the enemy's general has been captured, the six armies and seven armies are entering the field, don't hold back, attack from all fronts!"

After giving the order, he calmly lowered his head and asked the embarrassed man who had rolled around in the dirt, "Surrender?"

The man wearing the flamingo mask was caught off guard by the whip but didn't make a sound. Instead, he moved his body and sat down cross-legged gracefully, regardless of whether he was in the dirty soil.

Through the mask, he looked at Jingujiquan.

Judging from the silver hair on the sideburns and physical condition, this is a middle-aged man. His eyes under the mask seem to be bent, with a kind and gentle smile. After looking at him for a moment, he said softly, "'Tujinhua'? I Still curious, who used this code name, it turned out to be Lu Ji's child, but this code name is not suitable for boys."

He didn't look like he was captured by a deadly enemy at all. Instead, he seemed to be chatting in a quiet cafe, with an intimate and friendly tone, as if a parent was joking with a beloved child, or as if the owner was teaching his pet to understand.

"Then do you want to give me one?" Jingongjiquan remained indifferent, got off his horse and stood still, pulled up his whip and asked indifferently, finally came to the end, he felt extremely excited, and eager to end all exhaustion, He didn't have any other feelings about the flamingo calling his mother's name so intimately.

The flamingo moved his shoulders slightly, and the whip wound on his back made him sigh: "Why are you so impatient, it's unwise to blindly use violence against your enemies, there are so many methods that can destroy the body and mind, Mere violence is the most stupid."

He spoke to Jingu Jiquan in a dissatisfied and complaining tone, not like an "enemy" frankly, but as if he was pointing his younger generation.

The flamingo finally stood up and approached Jinguji Spring. The young man beside the horse lowered his eyes and looked indifferent.

The other fusangshen didn't overreact to his approach, but were a little wary.

"I'm so sorry you lost your mother."

His tone was gentle and euphemistic, as if he really felt extremely sad for a child who lost his mother.

"Back then, the differences between Lu Ji and I grew bigger and bigger, and reached the point of irreconcilability. It's not that I can't understand her thoughts. It's different from you now, because at that time, when the current political situation was just established, a group of our god-inspectors at the same time, in the political There is a lot of power to speak within, so we naturally need to think more and observe more."

The flamingo spoke with a wonderful rhythm, elegant and solemn: "They are all young people, full of enthusiasm, stumbling on the road full of thorns, even if they sacrifice their lives, they are willing to seek a better future for future generations .”

He sighed and said: "But there are people who have differences. There are all kinds of differences. The opinions of Lu Ji and I are the most representative, so we became leaders unconsciously... Ah, you can understand ?Once someone is willing to hand over their ideals to you, you can't back down."

The flamingo paused for a moment, as if it was too lazy to defend itself, and looked around. The war has come to an end, and the retrograde army has lost control and retreated steadily. They are like boulders in the tide. There is a small vacuum in the hollow.

"It's amazing... You are better than me and Lu Ji to be able to do this under the current situation." Red Crane commented, "If I could start such a war back then, Lu Ji wouldn't have to die Bar."

He finally said: "Unfortunately, bad luck."

This ambitious man accepted his defeat calmly and peacefully.

Jinguji Izumi took the sword from Higakiri, and asked coldly, "Any last words?"

The flamingo thought for a while, then clapped his hands suddenly: "Hey! I almost forgot!"

He reached behind his head and took off the mask.

A handsome face was revealed under the mask, with a straight nose and warm eyes, more calm and bookish because of the traces of time: "My surname is Fujiwara, and it is the famous family of foreign relatives, ah, although it is not worth it A mention, but I thought you probably wanted to know."

Jingujiquan raised his eyebrows, but before the sarcasm came out, the flamingo held the mask in one hand, tilted his head to look at Jingujiquan's face, raised his hand and put the mask on his face, with a smile on his face. Laughing, he dropped a bomb in his ear: "Your mother's code name doesn't suit you, how about trying your father's?"

Jingujiquan's pupils contracted sharply, but his hand still followed the previous trajectory, holding the long knife and sending it into the chest of the man in front of him.

The corner of the red crane's mouth overflowed with blood. He insisted on sticking the mask on Jingujiquan's face. The straight-backed young man was holding a sword in his hand and remained motionless.

"I haven't known your existence or taken care of you for a long time, so let me give you a gift at last."

The man grinned his blood-stained lips slightly, his smile was filled with malice and snake-like kindness, and he uttered a sentence that was more like a curse than a blessing: "Live well, son."

The human body fell heavily into the muddy pool of blood. The retrograde soldiers who lost their controllers froze for a moment. After a brief freeze, they shattered into terrifying pieces as if all their energy had been pulled away. Such a scene swept across the world. The entire battlefield was wiped out, and it was like a nightmare scene coming true.

Jingujiquan stared straight at the corpse on the ground with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, feeling a chill in his heart.

A real lunatic tied the lives of hundreds of thousands of marching troops to himself, and refused to leave anything behind. No one with humanity could do such a thing.

Jingu Jiquan held the flamingo mask, straightened his body and looked at the skyline that was gradually dissipating dark clouds and revealing the light of palmflowers, and connected the whole battlefield. In the bewilderment and silence of the sudden loss of the enemy, he paused for a while, holding the palm of his hand. The knife he was holding was still dripping with blood, his heart was empty, and the fact he suddenly learned did not make him feel sad, nor did it arouse his anger.

He was just seriously hesitating about what he should say to thank these fusangshen who were fighting in the sword. He didn't know what to say, and after thinking for a while, he finally decided to explain the facts.

——"My lords, we have won."