My Gang of Swordsmen-Chapter 105 - 78: Breaking the Formation!
"Hey! Mr. Tachibana!" Oomura hurriedly shouted at the increasingly distant figure of Aoto, "What are you trying to do? Come back!"
Oomura and the others only felt pure astonishment, while Yamada went from shock to joy.
"Well! I was just thinking about how to take you down, and here you come yourself!" Yamada revealed an excited, grim smile.
After realizing that Aoto’s sudden appearance had reversed the battle situation, Yamada had been contemplating how to eliminate this annoying guy.
If he could take down Aoto, who was giving orders as the "Command Tower" for Oomura and his group, it would surely deal a significant blow to these barbarians and scoundrels!
However, after much consideration, Yamada couldn’t come up with any way to threaten Aoto, who was tightly guarded at the rear of the defense line by Saito and Oomura.
Unable to break through the defense line meant there was no way to even reach Aoto. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Use their few Matchlock Guns?
Don’t be ridiculous. In this close-quarter chaotic combat on both sides, the highly inaccurate Matchlock Guns were hardly of any use. If used to snipe Aoto, he might not even be hit before accidentally injuring a large number of their own men, causing further chaos.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn’t figure out a way to kill Aoto, and then Aoto just came out on his own.
Although he didn’t know why Aoto suddenly attacked from the north, where there were no significant figures worth Aoto’s effort, he thought—Forget it!
Overjoyed, Yamada urgently shouted out in a shrill voice:
"Quick! Intercept those two!"
In fact, Yamada’s shouting was superfluous.
Without his reminder, those near Aoto and Saito spontaneously blocked them, trying to intercept and kill the two.
A short man wielding a bamboo Short Spear blocked Aoto’s path.
"Stop! You two national traitors! I am New Celestial Stream, Fujiwara..."
This short man wanted to declare his lineage.
However, before he could finish speaking, a straight, cold light from the sword in Aoto’s hand swept across his side abdomen, bringing out a splash of blood.
Using the momentum gained from running, Aoto cut a large gash in the short man’s abdomen, sidestepped him, and simultaneously freed his left hand. Using a weapon-grabbing technique learned in a previous life, he snatched the short man’s bamboo spear.
Aoto increasingly felt that "Left-Handed" was a very useful talent. Both hands were now equally dexterous, drastically increasing the attack power and agility of his left side, allowing Aoto to execute a more diverse range of attacks.
After grabbing the bamboo spear, Aoto rotated it and thrust it toward a burly man with a bushy beard to his right front.
Aoto felt a tremendous force on his arm.
The tip of the bamboo spear plunged deep into the bushy beard’s chest. The force from the impact bent the bamboo spear shaft into a bow shape.
Immediately, the absorbed force in the bamboo spear released all at once, the quickly rebounding straightened bamboo spear knocking the bushy beard backward.
After dispatching the bushy beard with the short spear, Aoto turned his body, dashing straight into the gap left by the bushy beard’s fall.
"Saito! This way!"
After a brief reminder to Saito, Aoto charged straight eastward.
Aoto’s sudden change of direction left Saito completely baffled.
Where on earth are you trying to go?
Despite his extreme confusion about Aoto’s series of bizarre actions, Saito obediently followed suit.
"Die, you national traitors!"
Two samurai on either side swung their swords at Aoto.
Saito quickly stepped forward, with Aoto, one to the left and one to the right, striking simultaneously. Saito pierced the throat of the one on the left, while Aoto slashed open the abdomen of the one on the right.
After taking down these two, Aoto suddenly changed direction again!
This time, he turned westward, launching an assault toward the west.
Saito’s brow couldn’t help but frown tightly.
Why charge around like a headless chicken? Where are you trying to go?
He really wanted to question Aoto seriously: What exactly are you doing?
But the current situation of being deeply entrapped in enemy lines left Saito with no opportunity to stop Aoto and ask questions.
He could only continue silently following by Aoto’s side.
This was how Aoto kept up the rhythm of "sudden turns from time to time," leading Saito left and right in the enemy lines.
But gradually—Saito slowly began to notice something strange.
He started to realize: Since following Aoto into the enemy lines, the enemies they encountered... seemed to be quite weak.
The encountered enemies, whether for Aoto or Saito, were all like gourds for the picking.
As a result, their assault was terrifyingly smooth.
Wherever they went, the people there were cut to pieces by the two of them.
With a vague sense of awareness, Saito raised his gaze to Aoto ahead, casting a look of disbelief, just as Oomura had previously when realizing Aoto’s role in troop maneuvering.
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——The enemies in that direction seem really strong....
Aoto quickly scanned his surroundings.
——The enemies on the left are very weak!
With this thought, Aoto swiftly turned and rushed toward a particularly ugly wretch to his left.
The wretch, seeing Aoto suddenly charging in his direction, hastily raised the knife in his hand, preparing to defend.
But his Swordsmanship was deplorable; before he could raise his knife, Aoto cleaved his head open.
Ever since these bastards in blood-red Feathered Robes suddenly launched an attack on them, things kept happening around Aoto that he couldn’t fully comprehend.
