The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The war was about to begin when the showers fell, which was in the evening.

An hour and a half has passed since the battle began. The rain stopped shortly after the battle started. Now the rain has dispersed and the clouds have dispersed. A full moon quietly appears in the night sky.

The pale moonlight fell like silver frost, but the battle on the ground became more and more intense. The mixed soldiers and horses trampled the ground into mud.

The ground was covered with deep or shallow pools of water, and the rain-soaked ground was extremely slippery. Both parties involved in the war were covered in mud, and the mud was covered with filthy blood.

In the filthy mire, the soldiers were still roaring and slapping their weapons!

It's just that at this point in the war, one of the participating parties has lost most of its troops.

Murata kicked an enemy soldier who was charging toward him to the ground. When he kicked him, his body staggered and he almost fell to the ground.

With his feet in the mud, it was really difficult to keep his footing, which made the battle even more difficult.

But this difficult terrain has nothing to do with the enemy or ourselves, it is aimed at every participant in the war.

Murata looked up and saw that most of his troops were now missing. Almost all of the ordinary soldiers had been killed. They were lying in a mess on this foreign land, and they had fallen into a deep sleep forever.

The remaining warriors were still fighting fiercely, but their numbers were outnumbered.

At the beginning of the war, he knew that the enemy had more soldiers and horses, almost several times his own.

But at that moment, he could not say the word "withdrawal" no matter what.

He still firmly believed that the samurai under his command were more powerful and their katana would be able to defeat more enemies.

But now, the bloody facts are before our eyes. The enemy not only has more soldiers and horses, but also has an extremely unique fighting method. They fight with small formations and use an endless stream of strange cold weapons. Extremely powerful.

The warriors they were proud of looked like new recruits on the battlefield in front of the enemy. Although they were not defeated in one blow, they were indeed completely at a disadvantage.

"call--"

Murata was breathing heavily. He was covered in mud, and even his hair was stained by mud and water and was balled up. At this moment, he was in an extremely embarrassed state.

He didn't understand.

Since landing in the East China Sea a few months ago, we have fought many battles in Daqian. There are many Daqian soldiers and horses that we have fought against. There are some troops that were defeated in one blow, and some who fought desperately and fought bloody battles until only one soldier was left. An army of one soldier.

But without exception, before arriving at Linbin City, every battle was a victory for one's side.

This once great country has become extremely weak and has completely lost its reputation as a "big country" after losing the Red Flame Army that shocked all parties.

But today, at this moment, the battle taking place here, he even felt that this was the Red Flame Army back then.

As someone who had fought against the Red Flame Army in the past, he had a chance to escape, but the scene now was almost the same as before.

The nightmare of the past reappears today.

Murata looked at the fighting battlefield and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Kill them!!!"

"Kill everyone!!!"

This roar, almost like a beast, soon received an echo.

But it didn't come from the warriors, but from the defenders of this land.

"How dare you, little Japanese pirate, come to our country to commit mischief!"

"There is no way to hell. If you insist on breaking through, today is your day of death!"

"Clap clap clap."

In the mud on the ground, Qi Jiguang held a long knife and a cold gaze, leading a group of soldiers to kill Murata!

Mud water splashed and the sword was shining brightly. Qi Jiguang's eyes were firmly fixed on Murata, and the palm of his hand holding the sword was as hot as fire.

Murata's face was ferocious, and he rushed over with the samurai around him roaring.

next moment!

Accompanied by a crisp buzzing sound!

The slightly shorter Japanese sword Dongjiqie and the longer Qi family saber were slashed together,

The two of them stood still on the dirt, neither of them taking a step back. Beside them, the swordsmen of the Qi Army were already fighting with the warriors.

"Nisnei!!!"

Murata moved his steps and struck out with another extremely swift sword, slashing at Qi Jiguang's neck!

His movements were so fast, almost lightning-fast. Qi Jiguang looked calm, and suddenly raised the knife with both hands, blocking the boy's cut with the incomplete blade!

A "click" sound!

Murata's wrist sank, and the doji cut in his hand trembled slightly. This knife was like cutting on the iron block!

And at the next moment, Qi Jiguang stepped back with his right foot, opened a little distance, and suddenly slashed towards Murata's face with a knife!

Murata reacted alertly and immediately blocked with his sword. With a "bang", the Qi family sword was blocked only an inch away from Murata's front door. Murata's face turned red.

The long and narrow blade is right in front of you. If you are half a minute slower, you will be chopped off!

"I kill you!"

Murata shouted angrily, his feet sank, and he suddenly used a force to push out the Qi family sword. With his backhand, he slashed Qi Jiguang's chest with the sword diagonally!

Qi Jiguang actually used the same move, and he also slashed at an angle!

There was another "bang".

The two knives struck together again.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them sped up at the same time, slashing several times in succession, heading towards each other's vital points!

For a moment, the light of the sword flashed, and the two men, who had no remaining strength, slashed more than a dozen times, and there was a puddle of mud under their feet.

Murata was still roaring like a madman:

"You don't deserve this land! Go to hell!"

"It's just Fusang, a small country! How dare you kill my compatriots and occupy my land!"

Qi Jiguang's face was full of anger, and he slashed with his sword. Murata was knocked back two steps, but soon, he rushed forward again and slashed with his sword!

"Do you still think you are the great cadres you once were? It's time for you sick tigers to give up your territory!"

"Dagan? Now we are in the Yan Kingdom!"

"Whether he is a sick tiger or not, you will know after today's battle!"

Qi Jiguang roared angrily, jumped up, and slashed with his sword!

Murata hurriedly blocked it with a knife!

But this sword was too heavy. Although Murata took the sword, he was staggered by the force.

There was a "bang" sound.

His steps were unsteady and he fell into the mud, but soon he rolled and got up from the ground.

At this time, Qi Jiguang did not pursue him immediately. He looked at the embarrassed Murata coldly.

Murata was bent over, his face covered with mud, he held Doji Kiri tightly in his hands, and breathed heavily.

But the blade of the boy's knife was broken after being hacked again and again, and it was full of large and small gaps.

Seeing Doji Kiri become like this, Murata's heart dropped to the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, a cold voice came:

"Do you know what it means when a cricket shakes a tree?"

Qi Jiguang's face was cold, and he stood proudly in the mud. The armor on his body gave off a cold light in the moonlight. He pointed the knife in his hand at Murata.