The battle was about to begin as the rain began to fall; it was still evening.
An hour and a half has passed since the battle began. The rain stopped shortly after the battle started, and now the rain has cleared and the clouds have dispersed, revealing a full moon in the night sky.
The pale moonlight fell like silver frost, while the battle on the ground intensified, with the mixed troops trampling the ground into a muddy mess.
The ground was covered with puddles of varying depths, and the rain-soaked ground was incredibly slippery. Both sides were covered in mud, and on top of the mud, there was also filthy blood.
In the filthy mud, the soldiers were still roaring and waving their weapons!
However, at this point in the war, one side had already lost most of its troops.
Murata kicked an enemy soldier charging towards him to the ground, and as he did so, he staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
With feet firmly planted in the mud, it was difficult to stand, making the battle even more difficult.
But this difficult terrain is not a matter of friend or foe; it is aimed at every participant in the war.
Murata looked up and saw that his troops were now mostly gone. Almost all the ordinary soldiers had been killed and lay scattered on this foreign land, forever asleep.
The remaining warriors were still fighting fiercely, but their numbers were dwindling.
At the start of the war, he knew that the enemy had more troops, almost several times the number of his own.
But at that moment, he simply couldn't bring himself to utter the words "withdraw troops."
He remained convinced that his warriors were stronger and that their swords would defeat more enemies.
But now, the bloody truth is before us: the enemy not only has more troops, but also has a very unique way of fighting. They fight with small formations and use an endless variety of strange cold weapons, which make them extremely powerful when combined.
The warriors they were so proud of looked like new recruits in front of the enemy. Although they were not defeated in one blow, they were completely at a disadvantage.
"call--"
Murata was panting heavily, covered in mud, even his hair was clumped with mud and water, he looked extremely disheveled.
He couldn't understand it.
Since landing in the East China Sea several months ago, we have fought many battles in Da Gan. The Da Gan troops we have encountered vary in size, from those that crumbled at the first blow to those that fought desperately until only one soldier remained.
Without exception, before reaching Linbin City, every battle was a victory for their side.
This once mighty nation, after losing its formidable Crimson Flame Army, has become weak and powerless, completely losing its title as a "great power."
But today, at this moment, the battle taking place here reminds him of the Crimson Flame Army of yesteryear.
As someone who had once fought against the Crimson Flame Army, he had narrowly escaped death back then, but the scene now was almost identical to that of those days.
The nightmare of yesterday has returned.
Murata looked at the battlefield where the fighting had begun and let out a hoarse roar:
"Kill them!!!"
"Kill them all!!!"
This almost beast-like roar was quickly echoed.
But it didn't come from the samurai, but from the guardians of this land.
"How dare you, you petty Japanese pirates, wreak havoc on my land!"
"If you insist on forcing your way into hell, today is your death day!"
"Pat-pat-pat".
Amidst the muddy ground, Qi Jiguang, wielding a long sword and with a cold gaze, led a group of soldiers toward Murata!
Mud and water splashed, and the blade gleamed menacingly. Qi Jiguang's gaze was fixed firmly on Murata, and the palm of his hand holding the knife was burning hot.
Murata, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, roared and charged forward with the samurai around him.
The next moment!
Accompanied by a crisp buzzing sound!
The shorter Japanese sword, the Dojigiri, clashed heavily with the longer Qi Family Army sword.
The two stood firm on the muddy ground, neither retreating an inch. Beside them, the swordsmen of the Qi family army were already engaged in a fierce battle with the warriors.
"Nisnei!!!"
Murata moved swiftly and struck again with his sword, aiming for Qi Jiguang's neck!
His movements were so fast, it was like lightning. Qi Jiguang remained calm and suddenly raised his knife with both hands, blocking the boy's knife with the not-fully-sharpened blade!
With a "click" sound!
Murata's wrist sank, and the dÅjigiri in his hand trembled slightly. This strike was practically a blow to a block of iron!
The next moment, Qi Jiguang stepped back with his right foot, creating some distance, and then suddenly slashed at Murata's face with his sword!
Murata reacted quickly and immediately parried with his sword. With a "bang," the Qi family sword was blocked just an inch from Murata's face, and Murata's face turned bright red.
The long, narrow blade was right in front of him; if he was even a fraction of a second slower, his head and face would be slashed open!
"I kill you!"
Murata roared, his feet sinking down, and with a sudden burst of strength, he pushed the Qi family sword out, then slashed diagonally at Qi Jiguang's chest!
Qi Jiguang also used the same move, slashing at the same angle with his sword!
There was another "bang".
The two swords clashed again.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them increased their speed and unleashed several consecutive slashes, each aimed at the other's vital points!
In an instant, the blades flashed, and the two men, who had not held back, slashed more than a dozen times, leaving a pool of mud at their feet.
Murata was still screaming, like a madman:
"You don't deserve this land! Die!"
"You mere Japan, a tiny, insignificant country! How dare you kill my compatriots and occupy my land!"
Qi Jiguang, his face contorted with rage, slashed with his sword. Murata was forced back two steps by the blow, but he quickly charged forward again and slashed with his sword once more!
"Did you think you were the big players you used to be? You sick tigers need to give up your territory!"
"A major undertaking? Now it's the Yan Kingdom!"
"Whether you're a sick tiger or not, you'll find out in today's battle!"
Qi Jiguang roared, leaped up, and slashed down with his sword!
Murata quickly blocked the attack with his sword!
But the blow was so heavy that even though Murata managed to block it, the force of the blow made him stagger.
With a "bang".
He lost his footing and fell into the mud, but quickly rolled over and got up.
At this moment, Qi Jiguang did not immediately pursue them; he coldly looked at the disheveled Murata.
Murata was bent over, his face covered in mud, his hands gripping the doujigiri tightly, panting heavily.
The boy-cutting sword, however, was damaged by repeated slashes, its blade riddled with large and small nicks.
Seeing the way Dojigiri had become, Murata felt his heart sink to the bottom.
Just then, a cold voice rang out:
Do you know the meaning of "an ant trying to shake a tree"?
Qi Jiguang stood proudly in the mud, his face cold and indifferent. His armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and he pointed his sword at Murata.
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