Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

In a dilapidated ruin closest to the village where Ye and others were.

A Konoha team of about fifteen ninjas, led by a leading ninja, searched forward.

Under the dim sunlight in the distance, the leading Konoha Jonin with a fat face had a very sour look on his face. Judging from the clan emblem on his shoulder, he was obviously a member of the Shimura clan.

"Damn you white-haired brat, let me take the lead." Shimura Jonin cursed in a low voice with resentment.

This force was commanded and led by Jiraiya, and was used to intercept the remnants of the Rain Village and guard against the dawn in the north.

Therefore, this action naturally cannot be carried out in a high-profile manner, nor can it be carried out in a grand manner into the Rain Country.

Originally, they wanted to take advantage of the rainy and foggy weather in the Rain Country to get to the center of the Rain Country silently, so that they wouldn't have to take any risks.

But who could have thought that after a heavy rain, the weather would become sunny and bright.

There was no other way. Thousands of people couldn't just wait there. In order to prevent their whereabouts from being discovered, Jiraiya had to disband the troops.

They were divided into several teams, each of which was divided into several small teams. They broke away from the main force advancing at a constant speed and started to explore forward from the left and right wings.

He led the largest main force in the center, and the overall advance was in a "V" shape.

The location where the detachment is advancing is generally no more than a few kilometers away from the area where the main force is located.

This can not only ensure that you will not be discovered, but also provide timely support when the enemy is discovered, and cover a sufficient area.

It's like a big octopus, with several tentacles extending out, and then the main tentacles branch out.

If any node is attacked and encounters an enemy, the other tentacles can quickly gather, hold the prey in their arms, and eat it by the main force in the middle.

It was under such an arrangement that this Shimura Jonin became a member of the team on the far right and at the front.

He was sent out to lead the charge before daybreak. It would be strange if he was in a good mood.

Moreover, as a veteran jonin who has been a jonin for more than ten years and has participated in dozens of battles, he is actually very clear about his current situation.

That is, dangerous, very dangerous.

Jiraiya's main force was indeed not far away from them, and the other nearest team could provide support at any time.

However, this would also be risky. For example, if a squad or even a team were really ambushed by a large number of enemies, by the time they send out a signal and another squad receives the signal and rushes over, their bodies would probably be cold.

However, from the perspective of the overall situation of the operation, Jiraiya believed that this possible loss was definitely acceptable compared to the consequences of being discovered by the enemy and resulting in the failure of the interception operation.

So, to put it nicely, their team is equivalent to a "reconnaissance team", but to put it bluntly, they are used for "mine clearance" and are cannon fodder!

Rather than saying they are a reconnaissance team, it would be more accurate to say that they are baits that have been thrown out. As long as any enemy dares to bite the hook, the other "tentacles" will roll over, trap the enemy and swallow him.

This is the tragedy of being a bait, the fish is caught, but the bait is basically finished.

"Tsk, that brat is clearly seeking revenge for me questioning him in the previous meeting."

Shimura's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself, "If my brother wasn't such a loser, I wouldn't have given you the chance to step on me..."

He is a veteran. Four years ago, when the Second Ninja World War just started and Hanzo had not yet turned the table, he often confronted the people of Sunagakure in the Rain Country. He was also full of passion at the time.

Being frequently drenched in icy rain and soaked in mud while fighting against the Sand Village was certainly hard, but what really drained away his courage and passion was watching the bodies of his colleagues being stuffed into body bags and transported to the rear.

That group also included several of his good friends from the Shimura clan, who would never live to see the spring flowers bloom in their clan.

He was so frightened at the time that in order to leave the front line, he even sent a letter back to his clan, begging his clan brother Danzo Shimura to let him return to the rear, but the reply he got was only indifference, without any sense of fellow clan member.

No wonder that guy dreams of becoming Hokage but never succeeds. Look at what happened to Sarutobi Hiruzen after he became Hokage.

The Sarutobi clan went from being a second- or third-rate ninja clan before the village was built to becoming the backbone of Konoha, and the number of jonin they have ranks among the top three in all of Konoha.

Look at his useless clan brother. After becoming the Hokage's assistant and the leader of the Root, he not only did not fight for the interests of the family, but also looked at them with a cold eye. He is definitely an ungrateful ungrateful person.

Later, he finally waited for Hanzo to declare war and for the stubborn Sunagakure to retreat. Finally, he no longer had to soak in the cold rain, watch his colleagues lying on the bed wailing with serious injuries, and watch them turn smelly like salted fish.

However, not long after returning to Konoha, he was transferred to become Jiraiya's subordinate because of his experience fighting in the Land of Rain, and returned to this battlefield that was like hell...

Thinking of this, Shimura Jonin's face became even gloomier, and he cursed: "Aren't they just the defeated soldiers of Yugakure? Aren't they just a bunch of mud legs? They are not the elite ninjas of Sunagakure. Can they still turn the tables? Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

Thinking that he was sleeping soundly in a warm bed not long ago, but now being dragged back to the battlefield in the rain to feel the fear of death, he wanted to just use a wind escape to crush the white-haired kid to pieces!

"Uncle...Captain Shimura."

A younger member of the same clan came over and whispered earnestly, "Do you want to rest here for a while? We are all a little hungry after walking so far."

Hearing this, the already depressed and angry Shimura Jonin finally found a way to vent his anger, and scolded him coldly: "Idiot! This is a battlefield, not your backyard. If you want to die, find a deserted place and commit suicide!"

He did resent Jiraiya and Shimura Danzo, but since he had lived so long he was no fool, and he knew very well the consequences of being lax on the battlefield.

He didn't want to be eaten as bait, nor did he want to be a bloated and stinking corpse in the ruins, nor did he want to be eaten by wild dogs that feed on carrion. He just wanted to go home alive!

Merit? Merit is nothing compared to life!

Previously, among his subordinates under Orochimaru, dozens of them were rewarded for their courage and fearlessness. However, it was not certain whether the small wooden boxes belonging to them contained their own remains!

Just as the Shimura jonin was scolding his fellow tribesmen, the three-member team in the front responsible for sensing suddenly stopped and gestured to the Shimura jonin behind them, indicating that they had discovered the "enemy situation".

"Hiss! Stop!"

Shimura, the Jonin who was already on high alert, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he saw this. He suddenly raised his hand to signal the team to stop moving forward.

In an instant, the other Konoha ninjas stopped in tacit understanding, spread out and found suitable positions to hide and be on guard.

Just as the three-man team was about to throw a detonating talisman over, a noise suddenly came from that place.

I saw a dirty black dog jumping out from the ruins of a farmhouse, turning its head to look over here with a ferocious yellow light in its eyes.

"Xiao Hei! Run!"

At the command given by the tender and trembling voice, the black dog rushed out without hesitation.

"As ninjas, we have many means at our disposal, and we can even make the dead speak."

There was no smile in Shimura's eyes. He looked down at Xiaoshi and said, "I hope that as a civilian kid, you can survive this process."

"If you die, even if it's Jiraiya, you can't blame me."