Saburo is not a samurai.
Although he does possess strong personal ability and will, he is still a layman in the military field as he is not from a samurai family.
After most of the soldiers of the Padrosi Empire got to know the warrior class of Crescent Continent, they would come to the same conclusion as military scholars - the pattern of Kazuto warriors was very small.
This so-called "small pattern" in the eyes of the Imperial people is caused by the lack of large-scale all-out wars for thousands of years and the blind strengthening of spiritual aspects such as loyalty, bravery and personal martial arts ethics in order to maintain the tradition of the samurai class. result.
If the military is divided into "strategy" and "tactics" - "large armies" and "small troops", Kazuto's samurai will use "strategy" because of the long-term lack of comprehensive and large-scale wars. "Ignore things at the "tactics" level, and even to put it to the extreme, they don't even pay attention to things at the "tactics" level of small units.
A group of samurai do not fight as a unit, but as hundreds or thousands of isolated individuals with little coordination.
As a military noble of the same level as a knight, cultivating each warrior requires a lot of manpower and material resources. It is true that they are a powerful force when used as individual soldiers, but the real role of this elite warrior who knows military theory is to serve as a command center, as the head and backbone of a unit to command the larger number of ashigaru.
However, Kazuto's samurai are often unwilling to take on this responsibility and only pursue personal martial arts performance. And after the defeat, he ignored the retreat of the remaining troops and never considered joining up with friendly forces to fight again later. Instead, he chose to commit suicide on the spot in order to preserve his own glory.
I know the art of war well, but never use it.
The Moon Country is such a huge country that occupies an entire continent. The local army, which often numbers thousands or tens of thousands of people, looks like tens of thousands of people fighting alone.
The practice of strengthening one's own class characteristics in the millennium of peace has become a spiritual bondage that firmly imprisons the thoughts of the warriors - but because of this, precisely because of this.
Breaking away from the warrior class, breaking away from identity, breaking away from those overly strict ethics.
Ryunosuke and his men, who became ronin, truly demonstrated a Kazuto elite warrior class force that has inherited thousands of years of military art culture.
How it should look.
"Draw the bow!"
The moment Saburo showed his face, the archers who had already been deployed all drew their bows and set arrows.
Even the warriors of the Qingtian family were surprised by all this - wasn't this a despicable sneak attack?
To lure the opponent to appear by showing the face of the lord who is supposed to be defended by the samurai to the death, and then shoot the arrow without saying a word or even reading the "Declaration of War" aloud before the battle. This is something that a samurai would never think of and would never do. style of play.
So it worked.
The arrow penetrated the body of Saburo, who was as overwhelmed as the Qingtian family. The Ryunosuke he knew well was Ryunosuke who had many things eleven years ago. And the reason why he showed up was that he hoped to see the expression of his precious things being destroyed with his own eyes this time.
But it wasn't just him who was changed by the years.
Men whose names are called dragons and men who are as sinister as snakes.
The hatred for each other that has not disappeared in eleven years has now stripped away all the rules and regulations established by civilized society.
They are like two beasts fighting for territory. They will fight to the death when they meet. Their only goal is to watch each other die.
——But the matter is obviously not that simple.
The shot arrow was partially blocked by the subordinate standing next to Saburo. The only one that passed through the gap and hit his chest was supposed to be a fatal arrow. The thick black liquid flowed along in the blazing fire. When the white wooden arrow shaft overflowed, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.
Ryunosuke and Henry's decisive approach to killing was the right one. For the first time, the Aota family samurai realized this deeply.
There is no room here for any attempt at honor or so-called “correctness and elegance”—it’s too time-consuming and too slow.
"Cavalry charge, return formation!" The panting and nearly half injured cavalry was dispatched in the next second. The moment the order was given, these people rushed out without hesitation.
The moment they rushed to the front of the formation, they split into two teams. Instead of charging at Saburo's position, which was the most heavily defended, they staggered and knocked down the ghouls surrounding them. Then Ryunosuke gave an order, The heavily armored ronin stationed on the first floor rushed out and grabbed the gap created by the cavalry to fill the gap between the positions of the ghoul and Saburo.
"Follow up quickly." Chaos occurred in an instant, but Henry, Narumi and others immediately judged that this was their only chance. Everyone in the hotel, including peasant soldiers and non-combatants, quickly followed suit and formed a tight formation. Seizing the opportunity created by the cavalry's final sacrifice, a concentric circle was formed, surrounded by ghouls on the outside but surrounded by Saburo and his humanoid subordinates on the inside.
Throw yourself into a trap and seek your own death.
After spending the last of his mobile impact force, he was sent into a circle surrounded by hundreds of ghouls. If this battle plan that Ryunosuke came up with in a flash was judged by those who think they know a lot about military affairs, they would probably be ridiculed completely.
But the people present were very clear-minded.
Put yourself to death and live again.
With a large group of non-combatants and wounded, and lacking enough horses, they could not escape the ghouls with extraordinary foot power.
Staying in the hotel seems like you can rely on the building to fight for a longer period of time, but it also forces yourself into a dead end and can only be consumed to death.
Rushing over like this at the cost of all the Ronin cavalry troops, and being surrounded by ghouls but also surrounded Saburo as the leader, it was the decision that had the best chance of winning.
No more surprises? A trump card like gunpowder can only be prepared for one in a few days at best.
So the rest is purely a competition of strength and speed - whether the ghouls will break through the defensive circle of the heavily armored ronin on the outside first and defeat them, or whether they will break through the protection of Saburo's subordinates first and kill him, the leader.
Even if he died, the ghouls would still exist, but beasts lacking command could no longer coordinate like this, and they would have a better chance of breaking out.
The great sword Claymer? Unsheathed.
Joshua also drew his sword.
The heavily armored ronin and the stupid young man who held a large shield but was not good at fighting formed the outer line of defense together with the militiamen. Behind them were the women, old people and children who were hiding in the hotel without the ability to fight - these people had to follow them in. Encirclement? Because if they are left alone in the hotel, they will most likely be killed by the ghouls or captured as hostages.
The top individual combat forces present came out, including Henry, Joshua and our Luoan girl, the Rigarites, Ayong, Yajiro and Ogami of the Qingtian family, as well as Ryunosuke and his lieutenants. Forward - they could not allocate more troops to maintain the defense line.
Saburo slowly and tremblingly drew out the arrow from his chest, while his several heavy-armed ronin men who were also seriously contaminated also raised their weapons expressionlessly.
No one knows whether they still have human minds, and now is not a good time to worry about it.
Led by Joshua, who was the fastest, these eight people went directly towards Saburo in the formation.
"Dang Qiang--" Sparks flew everywhere. The red-haired blind swordsman leaned over and wiped the opponent's gun barrel with his knife and slashed towards his weapon-wielding hand. The extremely fast sword directly hit the part of the opponent's gauntlet that protected the back of the hand. Iron. The hand guard is dented and deformed. If he were still a human, this blow would be enough to break the metacarpal bone, allowing him to let go of the holding hand, leaving the door open for the next attack - but he did not let go.
"Huh——" As if a puppet who didn't know the pain, the ronin swept directly across the barrel of the gun. Joshua was so fast that the shot missed, but he was forced to retreat because he should have been able to kill an enemy. Come back.
Also a dexterous swordsman like Joshua is our Roan girl? To some extent, her attacks achieve higher results than the red-haired swordsman - because her proficiency is not as high as his? Mira directly used the "simultaneity" technique? Instead of trying to disable the opponent's weapon-wielding hand before attacking, she blocked the opponent's sword slash and hit the opponent's throat at the same time - this move was used against the Kazuto swordsman before. I have tried many times to no avail, but this time I also hit a wall.
The tip of the calamus-made knife undoubtedly penetrated the opponent's weakly defended throat, but then the opponent reached out to grab her waist knife and wanted to attack while she was temporarily stopped.
The Luoan girl could only withdraw her waist knife in a hurry and step sideways to distance herself.
Two of the three members of Rigar's team failed to achieve victory? The samurai on the other side, Ryunosuke and others also hit a wall. Although they had the numerical advantage, Yajiro and Ayong even flanked one of Saburo's men. However, because these ronin were all wearing heavy armor and were contaminated and therefore had the same vitality as ghouls, their attacks were not successful. It worked and even lost a short gun.
The young master drew out his sword and continued fighting, but all those who had hit a wall couldn't help but turn their eyes to that one person.
The existence that truly completed the kill.
Kramer's swing is unpretentious.
Henry attacked with a diagonal thrust in the usual manner of lowering the tip of the sword - it looked like he made a mistake with the first sword, because the opponent perfectly avoided the sword, but people who think so obviously don't know this man well enough. .
The sword was raised at a large angle from the lower right to the upper left. At the end, the sword hit the right side of the opponent's helmet - Henry was facing the left side - the low-hanging neck protector, and the protector of Kazuto's helmet. The neck is made of multiple layers of nails fixed with soft ropes, so protection can be achieved without affecting the movement of the neck.
But the disadvantage is.
Will move when attacked.
The lifted neck brace had only one second to fall due to its own weight, but that was enough for him.
It was as straight as a pillar that the top craftsmen had spent weeks carefully processing with a carpenter's planer. The diagonal stroke turned into a horizontal slash at the end. The unparalleled blade accurately hit the neck exposed because the neck guard was lifted up, and it was not until it cut off the flesh and cervical vertebrae that the helmet's neck guard belatedly fell down.
As soon as they met, the filthy ronin, who had strong vitality and was wearing heavy armor, was killed with a sword.
The body without its head fell down weakly, and the sage's body, which was already higher than ordinary people, was also revealed in front of Saburo.
Ranwen
"It's you." The former master of the swamp village, whose face was filled with black liquid, stared at the sage fiercely, but the dirty ronin around him also turned their backs and rushed towards Henry as if they were infected by his will. Come over.
This was the second mistake Saburo made.
He ignored the presence of others.
Henry winked at Mira, and the Luoan girl, who immediately understood, did not rush to cover where her teacher was but changed her direction.
Others noticed her actions, and these equally well-trained warriors understood the battle plan in a split second without taking the time to communicate verbally.
The sage retreated, while the other seven charged together.
"Dang Qiang——" He blocked the slash from the filthy ronin Odachi on the left, deflected Claymore's sword edge, and guided the opponent's too powerful and heavy attack towards the ground.
"Crack--" Then, because the blade of Claymer's sword was pointed downward, he used the weighted ball to take advantage of his height and arm length to hit the face of another filthy ronin who was charging towards him with a sword.
The face armor was dented, and blood mixed with black liquid overflowed. Henry grabbed the collar of the dirty ronin's back armor who had cut the Odachi deeply into the mud, and used his body as a fulcrum to cross over to avoid several others. s attack.
Just a few steps away.
He just shifted his target and launched a concentrated attack on the sage. He was only a few steps away.
"Pfft--" One left and one right, one slash and one stab.
Saburo's right hand was hacked away by Joshua, while his left hand was penetrated through the shoulder blade by the long calamus sword in the hand of the Luoan girl.
"Boom -" The hardwood and gold rod in the master's hand hit the thin man's chest, and he fell to the ground.
Ryunosuke completed the final blow. He held his breath and pursed his lips without saying a word, tightly holding the sword in his hand that was full of glory as a magistrate in the past, and now even the handle has faded in 11 years of wandering——
It penetrated the left side of Saburo's chest.
This was a weakness that Henry had concluded from his previous dissection.
The rich black body fluid flowed into the stomach along the broken core and overflowed. The overflowing liquid choked Saburo's trachea and made him cough repeatedly.
Henry seized the opportunity of the ronin who obviously had some connection with Saburo to lose consciousness when Saburo was severely injured and killed them all.
"Hehehehe." Ryuzosuke lowered his head, with an angry look on his face and disheveled hair.
But it was Saburo who laughed.
He was coughing and laughing at the same time. He lay on the cold mud and looked back at the burning houses and rice fields. In the background were the ronin and villagers who were still being besieged by ghouls.
"You are pitiful."
"Crack-" He twisted the sword in his hand and shattered Saburo's core. The pendant that his wife and daughter used to hang on the end of the knife handle was stained by the blood sprayed out.
Saburo opened his eyes with a wild smile and became motionless.
Ryunosuke let go of the knife and sat down on the ground.
"The ghouls are in chaos!"
"Great!"
"Don't pursue recklessly, hold on to the front, hold on to the front, no more sacrifices will be made." Shouts erupted under the flames, and the hot spring village was almost completely destroyed.
Hundreds of ghouls no longer acted in a uniform manner after Saburo was killed. Some of them ran away randomly, while others even began to bite their own kind, prompted by the hunger of long-term activity.
Although they still crave human flesh and blood, the threat of these pure beasts without synergy has begun to decrease.
"It's pitiful." Ryunosuke looked at the few remaining subordinates and the hot spring village where the fire was burning. Women in the village hid in the defense line holding their children and sobbing.
Saburo is dead.
But he didn't win either.
The moment the knife was inserted into his chest and their eyes met, the snake-like man had already got what he wanted.
With a face filled with grief, anger, hatred, and negative emotions, Ryuunosuke could no longer maintain his aloof and elegant appearance.
He didn't care whether Ryuzosuke died or not.
He just wanted to see the man get hurt.
He was dragged into the quagmire of revenge and became bruised and bruised.
Because they were once close friends, the moment their eyes met, Saburo understood that he had gotten the result he wanted.
With a satisfied and arrogant smile, the snake-like man died.
The man with the name of the dragon collapsed on the ground.
There is only emptiness left in my heart.
