Chapter 304 A Strange Fight to the Death! Qing Deng Vs. The Man Possessed by an Evil Spirit! [5600]

Yokokura Keinosuke originally designed a three-layer defense line.

The first layer of defense is the archers.

When Qing Deng and others broke through the shooting range of the archers, it was the turn of the second layer of defense... that is, the spearmen began to show their power.

If the spearmen's blocking was also broken, the two swordsmen holding the katana who stood closest to the bridgehead would shoulder the responsibility of the last layer of defense.

From the perspective of the position, personnel and equipment configuration, Yokokura Keinosuke's formation was almost impeccable.

The long-range soldiers stood in the last row, the medium-range soldiers in the middle, and the close-range soldiers in the front. Everyone's weapons would not hinder each other, so that the combat power could be maximized.

However, what could they do... they encountered Qing Deng with all the buffs turned on!

"Lonely", "Concentrated", "Berserker" - it is rare to see these three buffs turned on at the same time.

Although most of the physical strength was consumed in the "Mountain Parkour", it was more than enough to deal with the inferior shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Whether it was the knifeman or the spearman, none of them could stand up to Qing Deng.

Qing Deng took the lives of the three men with three consecutive swings of his knife - the same was true for Yokokura Keinosuke.

The shining blade cut a large cut on Yokokura Keinosuke's pig-like belly, which even a 21st century doctor could only frown and shake his head.

In an instant, a large amount of smelly blood and disgusting fat splashed all over the ground like a fountain.

"Ha... Ha... Ha...!"

The blood on Yokokura Keinosuke's face receded rapidly like a tide, and his face was as pale as if he had just been covered with a layer of flour.

While making meaningless "Ha ha ha" sounds, he subconsciously pretended to fight back - one hand pressed on the belly that was gushing blood, and the other hand trembled as he raised the knife over his head.

However, after a short while, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes rolled up, his head tilted back as if being pulled by his eyes, his body bent forward like a shrimp, and then he fell sideways on the ground. He took in more air but exhaled less. Even Hua Tuo and Sun Simiao could not save him.

The only enemies in front of him were the two archers - these two people did not need Qing Deng to take action himself.

"Wow!"

"Kill!"

Lan Jing and others who followed Qing Deng closely, like wolves and tigers, passed Qing Deng from both sides and pounced on the two archers like beasts!

Morale is really wonderful.

The two archers, who made up their minds together with Yokokura Keinosuke and other companions to "no longer run away, and fight with the dog officers and soldiers here", were still full of fighting spirit and ready to die one minute ago.

As a result, only one minute later, after seeing Qing Deng break through their arrow blockade and spear interception one after another, and cut down their companions to a number that could be counted on one hand like cutting melons and vegetables, their morale and fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

Lost their fighting spirit - the two archers briefly forgot the fatigue of their lower body and turned to flee.

But it was obvious: it was too late.

Shirasaki Heijiro - this self-esteem veteran, when he saw Qing Deng draw his sword and chop Akabane in half without saying a word, his expression suddenly became unprecedentedly complicated. It is hard to figure out what he was thinking after seeing Akabane's miserable death.

Although it is hard to understand what he was thinking, anyone with a discerning eye can see that his attitude suddenly became particularly obedient and positive.

Not only did he drag his old body and follow Qing Deng unswervingly, but he also behaved quite actively when the battle to seize the bridge began - he was the second person to jump onto the single-plank bridge after Qing Deng.

With his best spearmanship in the Third Division, Shirasaki Heijiro shouted, thrust his spear forward, and stabbed a certain archer through the heart, with one shot and two holes!

As for the other person, he was more unlucky. In his haste to retreat and escape, he did not notice a protruding stone at his feet - snap - with a loud noise that made everyone who heard it feel pain in their toes, the man screamed and fell face down.

What happened next... there is no need to elaborate.

The sword lights and gun shadows that came from all directions cut off his sinful life of doing evil...

...

--success...

Qing Deng lowered his head and fixed his vision, which was breathing rapidly and shaking up and down, firmly on Yokokura Keinosuke, who was breathing very weakly at his feet.

Then, Qing Deng looked at the Dingguishen in his hand, and then looked up at the subordinates around him.

They really outran the bandits who were familiar with the mountains and captured the leader of the Soma tribe: Yokokura Keinosuke. When he thought of this, a sense of unreality as if he was floating in the air surged into Qing Deng's heart uncontrollably.

At this time, like a fluttering bird, the black shadow swaying slightly in the corner of Qing Deng's right eye led Qing Deng back to reality.

Turning his head, it was the flag with the word "sincerity" that Qing Deng had thrown into the ground behind Yokokura Keinosuke and others in order to free up his left hand in the previous battle.

While adjusting his breathing, Qing Deng walked towards the flag that was inserted diagonally into the ground with his sword and pulled the flagpole back into his palm.

Then, he slowly turned around and faced his tribe.

Ding Guishen and Qingqian's smile rose simultaneously - the former rose to the sky, and the latter rose to Qing Deng's cheeks.

"The bandit chief... has been taken by us... by our third squad!"

The next moment, a huge cheer lifted the dull air.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh——!”

Those who still had the energy to scream out, shouted loudly.

Those who didn't have the strength to shout out also tried their best to wave their fists or weapons high.

The surroundings were filled with an uplifting and exciting atmosphere!

"..." Shirasaki Heijiro silently looked at everything around him, silently looking at his colleagues who were immersed in the ecstasy atmosphere.

At first, Shirasaki thought it was an illusion. But gradually, he found that he was not wrong - the spirit of his colleagues was indeed a little bit more... different than before.

Strictly speaking, the soldiers of the third squad did not make any significant contributions in this chase.

Most of the bandits, including Yokokura Keinosuke, were killed by Qing Deng. The only heads that the others grabbed were those of the two archers.

But! The soldiers were able to follow the captain closely and accompany the captain to fight to the end - at a time when the power of the Tokugawa family was gradually declining and the shogunate soldiers were generally unable to take on the responsibility, this was itself a great achievement!

In the future, when it comes to rewarding merits, everyone present will definitely have a share.

How long has it been since the soldiers of the Third Division had such a brilliant battlefield performance? How long has it been since they were so proud?

At this moment, Shirasaki realized what the extra thing in the spirit of his colleagues was.

It was pride.

The pride of being extremely excited for having created a brilliant feat - Shirasaki couldn't remember when he last saw such an emotion on the faces of his colleagues.

"..." Shirasaki Heijiro, who took in all this in front of him, closed his eyes silently and took several deep breaths.

When he opened his eyes again, the emotions hidden in Shirasaki's eyes changed slightly.

There was something more - as if he had given up something.

At the same time, there was something less - as if he no longer had the obsession to pursue something.

The next moment, Shirasaki raised the spear in his hand high and joined the cheering crowd.

...

The enemy's head has been the most important evidence for judging military exploits since ancient times.

If Qing Deng and his team don't bring back Yokokura Keinosuke's head, they won't be able to prove to their superiors that they have successfully defeated the leader of the Soma clan.

Qing Deng put the flag of sincerity back into the ground, picked up his sword and walked towards Yokokura Keinosuke, ready to personally take off Yokokura Keinosuke's head.

Just as Qing Deng half-crouched above Yokokura Keinosuke's head and pointed the edge of the Dingguishen blade at Yokokura Keinosuke's neck... the next thing was incredible, but it really happened in front of Qing Deng and everyone.

I saw Yokokura Keinosuke, who was dying, suddenly opened his eyes!

The two cloudy eyeballs were covered with disgusting red bloodshot, and almost no white of the eyes could be seen.

To be honest... Qing Deng didn't know whether to call these two things "human eyeballs" - because its next series of actions were so terrible and grotesque.

Guluolu... There were basically only two red and black "eyeballs" left, which turned upwards with mechanical movements, making a subtle "guluolu" sound.

As if the "eyeballs" had their own consciousness, they looked straight at Qingdeng and met his eyes.

"?!" Qingdeng's expression was dominated by strong astonishment in an instant, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinholes. An ominous premonition flashed through his heart like lightning.

The next moment, a gust of wind bit Qingdeng!

Yokokura Keinosuke, who should not have the strength to grab the knife, suddenly closed the five fingers of his right hand and grasped the handle of the knife! Then he swung the knife from the lower side and chopped it towards Qingdeng's head!

At this critical moment, Qingdeng's new talent that he copied from Kanazawa Chusuke a few days ago: "speed" that enhances reflex nerves, suddenly emitted golden light!

Qingdeng quickly gathered Dingguishen back to his chest and stepped back quickly, using a very reluctant movement to dodge the knife.

Although his head was saved, he was not safe and sound. His right arm was cut open.

If there was no "speed", if Qing Deng's movements were a beat slower... no! Half a beat! The consequences would be disastrous!

"What happened?! How did this fat guy come back to life?"

"It doesn't make sense! With such a big cut on his stomach, there's no way he could stand up!"

"Lord Tachibana! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Qing Deng lowered his eyes and looked at the place where he was stabbed just now - the flesh was not deep, but the artery was cut, and the bright red blood kept flowing.

Qing Deng tore off a 2-inch wide strip of cloth from his shirt and used it as a bandage, bandaging the wound with his hands and mouth.

"Huh... Huh... Huh... Huh..."

Yokokura Keinosuke groaned meaninglessly and slowly got up - his movements were very strange. First, use the soles of your feet to step firmly on the ground, then use your legs to pull your waist to hold it in place, and then use your waist to pull your head to make it stand straight.

The soldiers quickly suppressed their excitement, raised their weapons with a nervous look on their faces, and surrounded Yokokura Keinosuke who suddenly stood up.

"Hey... Hey... Kill... Hey... Come on... Kill... Kill... Come on..."

Intermittent moans and broken words popped out from Yokokura Keinosuke's lips one by one. He was like a cat with a stress reaction, with his back arched. The action of holding the knife... There was basically no posture at all, just pulling the knife in his hand to the side of his body, with the tip of the knife poking the ground. His lifeless eyes looked around.

The appearance was so strange... It felt like... Being parasitized by something...

Instantly, Yokokura Keinosuke shouted "Ah!" and rushed out with his katana in his hand! He rushed straight forward!

"Ah...! Go to hell...!"

Yokokura Keinosuke used his feet to support his waist, and his waist to support his arms. He raised the katana in his hand from bottom to top.

Even though his body had become like a zombie, the sharp blade in Yokokura Keinosuke's palm still flashed with the sharpness unique to a swordsman.

Yokokura Keinosuke's current state was so strange that every soldier present turned pale and their hair stood on end. For a moment, they all didn't know what to do, neither advancing nor retreating.

Because of the lack of wisdom, people in this era were all superstitious.

From nobles and samurai to ordinary people, they basically believed in ghosts and gods.

With such a big hole in his stomach, he not only didn't die, but he stood up and fought again... This was beyond the comprehension of the soldiers.

Many soldiers couldn't help but think: This fat guy... Could it be that he was possessed by some evil spirit?

It just so happened that they were now in the deep mountains.

In the concept of the ancient Japanese, places such as mountains and seas that were difficult for humans to set foot in were always places where gods and demons lived.

It was completely reasonable to encounter evil spirits and demons in such places and be possessed by them!

The courage and fighting spirit of the soldiers collapsed instantly - fighting against evil spirits... This was too difficult for them!

Seeing Yokokura Keinosuke rushing over with a sword, all the soldiers who happened to be standing in front of him retreated as if they were avoiding lepers, like waves breaking apart.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted:

"Don't be afraid, everyone! This kind of ghost that lives in the wilderness must not have much power! Does anyone know how to chant? Chant for him! Use the power of Buddha to drive away the evil spirit! Namo Amitabha...! Namo Amitabha...! Namo Amitabha...!"

After this person reminded loudly, he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and repeated the only Buddhist term he knew.

After hearing this warning, the others showed an expression of "Yes! Why didn't I think of it?"

In a blink of an eye, a series of slightly funny scenes took place one after another.

Those who believe in Buddhism took out the Buddhist beads and chanted the Buddha from their arms and belts for praying and warding off evil spirits, and chanted Buddhist scriptures, trying to use the power of Buddha to drive away the evil spirit that was attached to Yokokura Keinosuke.

Those who believe in Shintoism took out salt, talismans and other things that have the power of purification in Shintoism. Some sprinkled salt, and some chanted incantations.

Some people who also believe in Shintoism picked up longbows, without arrows, and aimed the bare bow at Yokokura Keinosuke, repeatedly pulling and releasing the string.

This is the "Wingworm Technique", pulling the bowstring without arrows, and using the sound of the string to exorcise demons and evil spirits.

Buddhists and Shintoists, the believers of both religions show their magical powers.

Various kinds of "spells" and "magic tools" were thrown at Yokokura Keinosuke.

In the midst of chaos... Qing Deng silently bandaged the wound on his right arm.

After tying a beautiful bow on the cloth strip, Qing Deng solemnly handed the Ding Guishen to his left hand:

"Get out of the way, I'll kill him!"

Due to the injury on his right arm, Qing Deng could only hold the knife with his left hand.

For Qing Deng, who has a "left hand", it doesn't matter which hand he uses to wield the knife.

Whether he uses the left hand or the right hand, it will not affect his knife skills in the slightest.

"Master Ju!" Lan Jingyang shouted, "This, this fat guy might be possessed by a demon! You, you, you'd better not get close to him!"

As soon as Lan Jingyang said this, voices echoed.

"Demon..."

Qing Deng muttered, with a slight curl of his lips.

A cold smile of disapproval appeared on his lips.

Qing Deng did not disbelieve in strange powers - it was just that "curiosity" outweighed "fear"!

"I want to see if my 'Niwang' sword can subdue demons!"

The next moment, Qing Deng strode forward, showing unparalleled momentum!

At the same time, Yokokura Keinosuke turned his head at lightning speed, as if sensing a dangerous animal, staring at Qing Deng, and then stepped forward!

The two men rushed out and rushed towards each other, and their bodies crossed in an instant.

The first round of the two sides... and also the last round of confrontation, ended in a flash.

Qingdeng's Dingguishen blew up a gust of wind, and smashed Yokokura Keinosuke's forehead with a knife.

Yokokura Keinosuke's attack speed seemed to be no slower than Qingdeng, but his knife only cut Qingdeng's shadow.

No matter who witnessed it, they could clearly see the huge difference in strength between the two sides in this short duel just now.

Qingdeng's two feet and the left arm holding the knife firmly controlled the space.

Compared with Qingdeng's swift and accurate slashing, Yokokura Keinosuke was like a layman who had just learned swordsmanship for the first day, and his movements were clumsy and slow.

Yokokura Keinosuke, who had a big hole not only in his stomach but also in his forehead compared to ordinary people, lay on his back with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say something or shout something.

If Yokokura Keinosuke could still fight with his sword even though his head was blown off... then Qing Deng didn't know what to do.

But fortunately - such a horrifying scene did not appear in front of Qing Deng.

After a while, the last bit of life left in Yokokura Keinosuke's eyes disappeared.

Then, he weakly bent his knees, and his neck hung weakly on his chest, as if staring at the wound on his stomach.

Qingdeng did not approach rashly.

It wasn't until he was convinced that Yokokura Kinosuke's breathing was indeed completely cut off that he let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Qingto suddenly saw something slipping from Yokokura Keinosuke's body.

It is a very small porcelain bottle.

The porcelain bottle accidentally fell on a rock. With a "click" sound, the porcelain bottle broke into countless pieces, and the contents inside - red and purple pills scattered everywhere.

Qingdeng looked down at the pills, and his eyebrows instantly furrowed into the character "Chuan".

"This is……?!"

A strong sense of familiarity hit Qingdeng's heart...

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The first year of Wanyan (1860), December 3——

Kai, Inowa Village, early morning——

Anyone who has studied geography in high school knows that because of various factors such as terrain, air pressure, and solar radiation heat energy is more easily absorbed by vegetation and less likely to be released, mountainous areas and mountainous areas are generally much colder than plain areas.

Qingdeng has never lived in a mountainous area, either in his past life or in this life, so he has always only had a theoretical understanding of the coldness of mountainous areas.

It wasn't until recently that Qingdeng truly understood what this section of knowledge in the high school geography book meant...

Qingdeng woke up from the cold and opened his eyes, staring straight at the thatched roof that he was used to seeing. He opened his mouth and made a "hiss" sound, and a cloud of white mist came out from his mouth and nose.

"It's so cold...what's going on..."

Qingdeng threw on some clothes casually, jumped out of bed and rushed out the door.

The dazzling light made Qingden lower his eyelids and use his long eyelashes to filter the light.

After his eyes slightly adjusted to the light outside the room, Qingden slowly opened his eyes - a world of pure white.

"It's snowing... no wonder it's so cold..."

"Ah! Mr. Tachibana!"

A pleasant female voice sounded beside him - Kanazawa Qin, dressed in men's clothing, holding a cotton coat and running towards Qingden happily.

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