I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Everyone is really awesome... Last night, there were more than 900 monthly tickets for this book... Once again, the task was overfulfilled.

Since everyone is so strong, then the author should also be a little harder.

Two chapters will be published today, the first chapter is 9400 words in this chapter, and the second chapter will be published in the midnight near the early morning today, with more than 4,000 words.

Very conscience, please use the monthly pass to comfort the conscience of the author (Leopard has a headache. jpg)

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Back in time, back to the 7th day when Ogata left the Red Moon Fortress-

Skulucci and their camp--

"So-Mashima-kun, sorry."

Although he had already made the corresponding psychological preparations, Ogata couldn't help showing a bitter smile after hearing these words from Skulucci.

It's just that—just a bitter smile appeared on Ogata’s face, and what Skulucci said next stopped the expression on Ogata’s face.

Skulucci put down the wine glass in his palm and stood up.

"——I cannot guarantee that all my subordinates will be willing to follow me."

After standing up, Skulucci said the second half of his "sorry" just now.

After speaking, Skulucci walked out of the camp quickly under Ogata's surprised gaze.

As soon as he walked out of the camp, Skulucci saw his assistant—Vahili, who was particularly interested in "boxing" and "being beaten by a powerful man", was approaching him.

"Ah, boss." Wahiri said, "I heard that Mr. Majima came to us, is it true? (Rusian

"It's true." Skulucci nodded, "Vahili, you came right in time. Help me summon everyone. I have important things to tell them."

Vasily is an old partner who has followed Skulucci for many years, and has long developed the good habit of "After Skulucci gives an order, just do it, don't ask too much".

After loudly catering to the "I know", Vasily quickly ran away from Skulucci's field of vision.

At this time, Ogata also walked out of Skulucci’s camp and stood behind Skulucci.

"It turns out... the'sorry' you just said was sorry for not necessarily allowing all of your subordinates to help me..." Ogata showed a complex smile dominated by helplessness and gratitude.

Ogata wanted to say something to Skulucci.

But after thinking about it, there is still only the simplest sentence that can best express Ogata's current feelings for Skulucci.

"Sculucci, thank you."

Skulucci looked up to the sky and laughed:

"You must be curious-why should I help you at such a risk that I might die?"

Skulucci turned his head, smiling and looking at Ogata with a meaningful look.

Without waiting for Ogata to return to camp, Skulucci went on to say to himself:

"Actually, there is no complicated reason. Simply because I want to do it."

Skulucci had not many subordinates, so in a short while, all of Skulucci's subordinates were assembled.

Although Skulucci is now meeting with his superior, Alexander, their troops did not live together.

The camp of Skulucci and his troops is located a few hundred meters west of the camp in Alexandria.

So Alexander has no knowledge of the situation on Skulucci's camp.

After the subordinates assembled, Skulucci stood on his hips and stood on a half-person-high wooden box, looking down at the 85 subordinates in front of him, including Vasily. As for Ogata, he stood behind the wooden box at the feet of Skulucci.

"Sorry, you summoned everyone so suddenly."

"I'll just say it concisely."

"The people in power in Japan are looking at a treasure that is not too far away from us."

"And on this precious land, there are more than a thousand Ainu people living."

"So Japan dispatched 10,000 troops to attack these thousands of Ainu people, intending to drive them out of that precious land, and then monopolize that precious land by themselves."

"I hate this practice in Japan."

"So I plan to help those Ainu people."

"The help is very simple: while the Japanese army was busy attacking the Ainu, we raided the Japanese army's flank, took their base camp, and defeated the Japanese army in one fell swoop."

"You are not incompetent, you should all know which number is greater than tens or 10,000."

"This is a very dangerous battle that might die."

"I don't force everyone to follow me to help the battlefield!"

"People who are tired of these boring winter days and want some excitement. And people who are not afraid of death and are willing to follow me. Just follow me!"

"I don't punish you for those who don't want to go. Just remember that during the time I'm not here, don't cause trouble."

"I'll give you some time to think! After dark, anyone who intends to follow me should report to Vahili! Vahili, after summing up the number of people, report to me as soon as possible."

"Also, Vasily, I'll give you another task: to give our horses a meal and keep our horses in a state ready to attack at any time."

Having said that, Skulucci ignored his subordinates who had become uproar at what he had just said, and jumped from the wooden box.

"Have you finished?" Ogata cast a surprised look at Skulucci. "I thought you might have to talk a lot..."

Ogata naturally did not understand Skulucci’s Lucia, so in Ogata’s perspective, after stepping on the wooden box, Ogata babbled for less than half a minute of unexplained words, and then Just got down from the wooden box.

"That's enough." Skulucci smiled and shrugged. "Neither I nor my subordinates are used to that kind of lengthy speech. This kind of concise speech is just right for them."

"I let them choose to go and stay freely. The time limit is up to tonight."

"Next, wait slowly. Wait till tonight and see how many people are willing to follow me."

"And I now take advantage of the time I still have to do something else."

Having said that, Skulucci took a big step and walked to Ogata's. The distance between the two was so close that their breaths could collide with each other.

"What are you doing?" Ogata stepped back subconsciously.

But Ogata just took a step back, and Skulucci took another step.

"Don't move, let me compare your body shape with me."

Although it is not clear what Skulucci intends to do, Ogata finally decided to listen to Skulucci and stand still, letting Skulucci stand in front of him.

"Well...you are about the same size as mine..."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Mashima-kun, we can be regarded as mercenaries hired by you." Skulucci smiled, "So you are our general."

"Not only that, but you are also very capable."

"When I competed with you, I still remember the scenes that you completely suppressed."

"You are the sharpest'spear' on our side. If there is anything wrong with your'spear', it will be troublesome. Maybe you won't be able to rush to the base camp of the 10,000 army."

"Therefore—you have to find a way to make your'spear' not easily broken."

After that, Skulucci left from Ogata's front, then turned and strode eastward.

"Mashima-kun, I see your face. You probably haven't taken a good rest these days? You should go back to my camp and take a rest now. I will pick up something and I will be back probably this evening."

Although Skulucci had been doing things that Ogata couldn't understand from just now, Ogata didn't stop Skulucci or ask more.

Although the time spent with Skulucci is not very long, Ogata still has some understanding of some of Skulucci's style of doing things: he is not the kind of person who can do meaningless things.

Seeing Skulucci's back, Ogata suddenly remembered something, and then yelled to Skulucci:

"Sculucci!"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Since you are going to fetch something, can you find something for me by the way? A long pole about half the height of me. A straight pole is best."

"Straight?" Skulucci is not the kind of person who is keen on breaking the casserole and asking the end. After raising his eyebrows, he nodded, "I know. I'll find it."

After bidding farewell to Ogata, Skulucci strode back to his superiors: in Alexander’s camp, he went straight to Alexander’s camp. After lifting the curtains, he saw Alexander holding a bottle of wine there, gulping. To irrigate.

After seeing who the entrant was, Alexander, who was already drinking a little flushed, yelled happily:

"Oh! Skulucci! You are back!"

"Really, what did you do just now? I can only drink alcohol alone."

"Sorry, sorry." Skulucci sat in front of Alexander, "I just went to do some personal affairs, now it's settled. Come on! Boss Alexander, let's go to the bar again!"

"Aha!" Alexander's face turned redder with excitement, "I'm just waiting for your words!"

Alexander threw a bottle of wine at Skulucci.

As a result, after Alexander tossed the wine, Skulucci's mouth turned up with a sly arc.

"Boss Alexander, we have been drinking and chatting to pass the time these past few days-don't you want to have some innovation, a new way to pass the time?"

"Innovation?" Alexander's eyes lit up. "Then what good creative ideas do you have?"

"I think about it carefully-you and I have never been able to drink more than you." Skulucci shook the bottle in his palm, "Boss Skulucci, how about we come to see who has a bigger drinker? "

The light in Alexander's eyes was brighter.

"Oh oh? Interesting! Good! Then we come to Bibi for a drink!"

Seeing Alexander so happily agreed to his "drinking challenge", the cunning hidden in Skulucci's upturned mouth became more intense.

"Then drink it!" Skulucci unscrewed the bottle in his palm.

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2 hours later-

"belch……"

Alexander had a big alcohol hiccup.

Now, night has fallen.

The candles for lighting have been lit in the camp just now.

Between Alexander and Skulucci, empty bottles were piled up.

Like Skulucci, his cheeks were red as fire.

But their Ali is different-Alexander's eyes are already cloudy. And Skulucci's eyes are still clear.

Skulucci looked at Alexander several times up and down, and after confirming that Alexander was not lightly drunk, he cleared his throat while desperately suppressing the corners of his upturned mouth like a smile:

"Boss Alexander. I have something to ask you for help."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Because of his strong drunkenness, Alexander had a big tongue now.

"It's like this-when I was surveying that area in the south, I met a Japanese who lives in seclusion in an Ainu village."

"Nawato is a descendant of a samurai. He has a family armor. Although it is an armor passed down from generation to generation in their family, it is just a very ordinary armor."

"But that guy shows off his armor to others every day."

"When we were borrowing in that village, that guy would show us how powerful his family armor was as soon as he encountered an opportunity."

"His smug face makes me more and more angry."

"So—Boss Alexander. I want to borrow the armor that you just wore for me today and traded for 10 horses to use."

"I'm going to wear it, take my men and horses and go to the village again. So that guy knows: his family armor is nothing but a pile of broken copper compared to yours, Alexander Boss. Rotten iron."

Alexander, who had drunk too much alcohol and was already a little unconscious, lost his mind directly after hearing these hidden flattering words of Skulucci.

"Okay!" As soon as Skulucci finished speaking, Alexander patted the table almost without hesitation, "No problem! You can wear my armor as much as you want and use it!"

"Hey, boss, don't worry."

As if by magic, Skulucci took out a piece of paper with several lines written on it from his arms.

"I am borrowing something from you after all. So let's write an IOU for the time being. Come, you sign this place."

"Do you still need to sign and write IOU?" Alexander muttered, "Why is it so troublesome? You just take my armor away!"

Skulucci raised the index finger of his right hand and shook it left and right.

"That won't work."

"Although the English and the French are a bunch of stinky shit, I still approve of their'spirit of contract'."

"I think we should also learn from their contract spirit."

"Um... really troublesome... okay. Give me your IOU."

Alexander took the IOU from Skulucci and looked at it roughly: it didn’t write much, it just wrote "when and where did Skulucci borrow Alexander’s armor", "it was damaged." Will compensate according to the price", and then "Alexander has agreed and will never go back."

Skulucci handed over the pen in due course.

Alexander wrote his name beautifully on this IOU with the pen handed by Skulucci.

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"Boss, you are back. Huh? What is the big box that you are carrying on your back? And, what is the long pole in your hand?"

As soon as Skulucci came back, he saw Vasily, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, walking towards him quickly.

"Mashima-kun asked me to help me find this long pole. I don't know what it is used for."

"As for the big box that I am carrying on my back."

Skulucci smiled triumphantly and patted the big box on the back.

"It's a good thing I'borrowed' from the Alexander boss just now."

Skulucci briefly summarized what he had done to Alexander just now.

When Skulucci's voice fell, Vasily's eyes widened in surprise.

"Boss... you really have you..."

The astonishment on Vasily's face turned into bitterness.

"But... after Boss Alexander wakes up from the wine and comes back to his senses, he might come to you to settle the account..."

"At that time, even if you have an IOU with his autograph in your hand, it will be useless... He can be a rogue and deny it."

"That doesn't matter." Skulucci shrugged. "I am his'first general'. No matter how angry he is, he can't do anything to me. I also have ways to fool him."

"Okay. Let's talk about your business, Vasily. How? How many people are willing to go crazy with me?"

When uttering the word "crazy", Skuluch raised the pitch very peculiarly and used a playful tone.

Vasily smiled in accordance with Skulucci's playful tone.

"A total of 63 people, including me, are willing to accompany you to go crazy." Vasily said loudly.

"63 people... a lot more than I thought."

"I will stay with you, a Cossack who never beats, smashes, robs and burns. Either you are a true adventurer who only loves adventure." Vasily said with a smile, "Or whatever you plan to go A weird person who will follow you for everything and don't want to leave you."

"And our team happens to be dominated by such weird people."

"Adventurers and weirdos..." Skulucci smiled, his shoulders trembling vigorously because he laughed too hard, "Then - Vahiri, which category do you belong to?"

"Does that need to be said?" Vasily straightened his waist and straightened his chest. "Boss, you are going to such a dangerous place. As the number one weird under your command, how can I not go with you? "

Looking at Vasily in front of him, Skulucci smiled and raised his hand to pat his chest taller.

"Okay. Don't **** hold your **** anymore. It's not a woman, who do you show it to?"

"Hurry down and rest."

Vasily nodded vigorously, and then quickly walked away from Skulucci.

Skulucci returned to the camp where he was staying, carrying the armor box and the long pole that Ogata had previously called for.

He had just entered the camp, and Xu Jian who was resting in his camp immediately opened his eyes when he noticed the movement.

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Since leaving the Red Moon Fortress, Ogata has compressed his rest time to the extreme in order to get to Skulucci's camp a little earlier.

The lack of rest naturally caused Ogata's fatigue to be delayed.

Ogata is not a fool about what "work and rest" is, so when Skulucci asked him to take a rest before it got dark, Ogata did not refuse. Obediently take a nap in Skulucci's camp.

The "vitality" of 36 points, at this moment, shows great power.

Although he only slept for more than 2 hours before and after, after waking up, Ogata felt that his exhaustion had disappeared.

"Sorry. I made you sleep." Skulucci, who had just walked into the camp, apologized to Ogata, and handed the long pole in his hand to Ogata. "What is the length of the long pole you want?"

"The length is perfect, thank you." Ogata took the long pole from Skulucci. "Huh? What is the big wooden box on your back?"

"I'll tell you this later." Skulucci put the big wooden box on his back on the ground, and then used the box as a stool to sit directly on it, "Mashima-kun, let me tell you the good news first— -There are many more people willing to follow me than I thought. There are 63 people. Counting me, you have invited 64 elite knights in total."

"64 people..." A little surprise appeared on Ogata's face, "It's twice as much as I expected..."

"Yes." Skulucci showed a somewhat relieved expression, "It's much more than I expected. I didn't expect that there are so many weird people under my command... Mashima-kun, when are you going to leave? Woolen cloth?"

"When will you be able to set off soonest?" Ogata asked rhetorically.

"Morning morning."

"Then let's set off tomorrow morning." Ogata's tone was calm. "Tomorrow morning, we will head to the battlefield."

Skulucci grinned:

"It's really time-saving and comfortable to deal with refreshing people like Mashima-kun."

"Okay! Let's go tomorrow morning!"

"Majima-kun, would you like to follow the example of Oda Nobunaga tonight?"

"Imitate Oda Nobunaga?" Ogata asked rhetorically.

"It is Oda Nobunaga who sang the deed of "Dunhuang" before he broke the tens of thousands of troops with inferior forces." Skulucci shrugged, "I always think that Oda Nobunaga sings poetry before breaking the enemy. The dancing behavior is very good."

"Actually, I have always wanted to emulate this behavior-it's a pity that I don't know how to sing, let alone dancing."

"Mashima-kun, would you like to try it?"

"Sing and dance... this is unnecessary." Ogata smiled bitterly. "Rather than sing and dance there... it's better to spend time on something else."

Skulucci: "Business?"

As soon as Skulucci asked, he saw Ogata lift up his right hand, grabbed the skin under his left ear, and slowly peeled off his "skin".

Looking at Ogata who suddenly took off his "skin", Skulucci almost rolled off the box in fright.

"I'm sorry, I kept hiding it from you." Ogata put away the torn human skin mask and slowly said, "The face you see now is my real look. Because it is not convenient for me to show my true face. , So I always use this human skin mask to hide my face. Ah, by the way,'Mashima Goro' is actually my pseudonym."

"Human skin mask...Does such a thing as a human skin mask really exist..."

This was the first time Ogata saw Skulucci with such a surprised look.

Skulucci stared at Ogata's face with a look of astonishment for a long time before the astonishment on his face slowly changed to a complex expression of helplessness.

"It seems...these secrets about you are enough for us to talk for a long time tonight."

"But before telling your own secrets-leave this to you first."

Skulucci opened the big box that was sitting under his ass.

"Mashima-kun, have you worn the armor?"

As Skulucci's words fell, the door of the wooden box was slowly opened, revealing the blue and gold armor contained in the box.

This time, Ogata showed a stunned look.

"Take this to wear." Skulucci smiled. "This is the armor I received from my superior."

"With it, your sharpest'spear' should not be broken so easily."

"Do you give me this armor?" Ogata asked. "What about you?"

"The Cossacks don't wear armor." Skulucci shrugged, "Wearing armor, our combat effectiveness will be weakened. Don't think about it so much, just hold it and put it on."

"...I understand." After a moment of silence, Ogata nodded.

He was not a hypocritical person, so he didn't make any excuses.

"Then let the sun of tomorrow morning witness the moment when I, in the armor, draws my sword and rides with you!"

He said with a smile.

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Time back to now

Ogata moved his gaze, scanning the scene in front of him.

The Red Moon Fortress-is under attack by the army, even if you don't need a binoculars to look at it, Ogata can see that the fortress is now crumbling.

And the people's army-arranged in a dense array.

This is also the first time Ogata has seen such a large-scale army.

The army formed into a dense army, exuding a sense of terror and oppression like a meteorite, hit Ogata and the others.

"Well..."

The radish under Ogata's crotch made an uneasy cry.

It's not just the radish--the horses of many knights behind Ogata are now screaming uneasy.

Not only horses, but also people.

Many knights behind Ogata also showed panic, fear, and shock.

But these looks of theirs are only fleeting.

They are all mentally prepared, knowing what they are here for, and what they might be doing in the future before they followed Skulucci and followed Ogata to this place.

How can you back down at this time?

Therefore, the negative emotions on the faces of these knights slowly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Panic turned into firmness. Fear turned into eagerness to try.

A few knights licked their tongues and looked at Ogata and Skulucci, who were in front of them, with anxious eyes, hoping that they could issue an order to charge as soon as possible.

"Calm down." Ogata stroked the radish's mane lightly.

Perhaps it was because Ogata's caressing worked, and the radish, who was still whining anxiously just now, slowly became calm.

Ogata just stroked the radish's mane while looking at the 10,000 army spreading over the entire field in the distance.

Ogata feels very strange now.

Looking at the 10,000 army ahead, Ogata didn't know why—thinking of the night when the brothers in the sword hall were slaughtered.

That night, he was obviously close at hand, in his old mansion, but he could not save anyone.

At this moment, it's like that moment.

People who are important to me are now in danger.

Ah Ding is now in the crumbling city fortress.

But the difference between this moment and that moment is that I now have the ability to save important people.

His strategy succeeded.

He returned successfully.

He returned with reinforcements.

He is no longer the weak self before.

Ogata began to move his gaze, sweeping from one end of the military formation to the other, taking in a panoramic view of the formidable enemy he would face in a while.

What is in front of him at present may be his life... the most powerful enemy.

Faced the more than one hundred guards in Songpingyuan.

Faced the prisoners headed by the demon monks on Butterfly Island.

Faced the enemies above Nijo Castle in Kyoto.

Faced the ninjas in Shiranui.

And now-he will face the 10,000 army of the shogunate, the most powerful armed force of the shogunate.

This will be a **** battle that is far superior to the past, and maybe no battle can match it in the future.

——If this battle is victorious, the name of "Hanman Yidaozhai" will probably remain in the annals of history forever, leaving a strong mark in the annals that cannot be erased.

Ogata thought of it for no reason.

Fight an extremely crazy battle in the eyes of others, just to protect important people.

Even if the enemy is too few, I am willing to break!

For no reason, Ogata felt his heart beating faster.

For no reason, Ogata felt that his emotions were getting more and more exciting.

This is the first time Ogata clearly feels that he is at the center of history.

I am creating a new history!

A new peak is being created for the "history of swordsmen"!

Ogata suppressed the excitement in his heart, took out a flag from the saddlebag beside him, and then drew out the long pole that Skulucci had previously helped to find.

Ogata tied the flag to this long pole, and then tied the flag pole to the back of Turnip's saddle.

"Sculucci."

Ogata said.

"Excuse me, please tell your subordinates-when the charge begins, you will stare at this banner. Wherever this banner goes, you will follow."

Skulucci stared at the flag that had just been tied behind the carrot saddle, and then read each word.

"Unparalleled sword in the world... Ogata Yishi..."

This is the flag that Ogata gave to him after helping Jiro Nishino to compose a Kabuki script based on his story and to make the play a successful performance.

This is the flag originally used for the promotion of the show, but it was used by Jiro Nishino as a souvenir and given to Ogata.

Originally, Ogata only regarded this flag as a souvenir-but on this occasion, this flag is a very good and handsome flag.

Not only can tell the position of one's general, but also can shock the enemy's courageous handsome flag.

Seeing the usefulness of this flag in advance, Ogata brought it out before leaving the Red Moon Fortress and looking for Skulucci.

"What's written on this flag is very arrogant." Skulucci smiled, "But-I like it!"

Skulucci turned his head and said something loudly to the men behind him in Lucian, and then his men responded loudly.

"Ogata-kun." Skulucci turned his head back and said to Ogata in a half-joking tone, "Are you really not going to follow the example of Oda Nobunaga and sing "Atsushi" or something? It's rare to be there. On such a big stage, without doing anything, I always feel that something is lacking."

"Oda Nobunaga... singing and dancing..." Ogata murmured.

At this moment, Ogata suddenly understood Oda Nobunaga.

Before that, Ogata had never understood why Oda Nobunaga would sing and dance before leading thousands of people to fight a battle that would determine the fate of his family.

Now-Ogata understands.

When you are emotionally excited, when your heart seems to be jumping out of your chest, singing and dancing will be able to breathe out the pride in your chest.

"...Okay." Ogata smiled. "Let's sing the poem then. But-not to sing "Atsunori"."

What is Oda Nobunaga!

What is "Dunsheng"!

I want to sing a poem that belongs to Ogata's Ogata!

A poem that represents Ogata's Ogata in the annals of history!

Skulucci was only joking, so Skulucci now looked at Ogata who slowly pulled out the knife from his waist with a stunned look.

Ogata did not learn any classical education in his previous life.

Although it is fused with the memory of "Hara Ogata", "Hara Ogata" has only received some basic education.

But the amazing thing is that, in the excitement of his own, words and words popped out of Ogata's mind, and then they converged into lines of poetry.

The blade came out of its sheath, and it uttered a crisp clang.

In this way, Ogata accompanies the clanging of the blade, and quietly reads the poem that has gathered in his mind:

"

Raging class

A **** throat surges

Sword Shadow Breaks Through the Sky

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When the voice fell, Da Shitian had just pulled out all of his sheaths. With the sharpest clang as the end of this poem.

The dark clouds above the head are all gone, and the beam of light formed by the gathering of light is scattered on a person and a horse standing in the sun, like a god.

And the sky seemed to welcome the arrival of this god, the speed of the dark clouds dissipating suddenly accelerated a lot, more and more dark clouds dissipated, and more and more sunlight broke free of the dark clouds.

"...Is this a poem you designed yourself?" After listening to the poem Ogata sang, Skulucci was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly returned to God, "It's really a good match for you. Poem..."

Ogata smiled, but did not respond.

He clenched the horse's rein with his left hand and his own knife with his right hand, staring at the 10,000 army ahead.

"...Skulucci." He asked suddenly, "Do you believe a miracle will happen?"

Faced with the question that Ogata suddenly threw, Skulucci was taken aback, and then answered without thinking:

"No." Skulucci paused, then smiled: "I only believe that miracles can be created!"

Ogata's chest was already rising and falling in a peculiar rhythm at this time, and his eyes were shining like flames, and his vigor was boiling.

"Then you have to follow me!" Ogata pulled the horse's rein, "follow me and create miracles with me!"

He knocked his horse's belly, and the cold wind hit his face immediately.

The radish spread all four hooves and ran towards the 10,000 army directly in front.

Skulucci yelled aloud, and then led his men to follow.

More than sixty knights, the momentum of their charge-overwhelming.

The banner painted "Unparalleled Sword in the World, Ogata Yishi", hunted in the cold wind.

The figure agitated by this banner, and the posture of Ogata Yishi riding a horse to assault the shogunate army, are immortal in the history of civilization and in the heroic epic of the Ainu people.

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You should have seen a lot of plots for copying poems and songs. But have you seen this kind of plot of [original poetry]?

Ogata’s "Magrant Class Sounds ~www.wuxiahere.com~ A **** throat surges, and a sword shadow breaks the sky" is an [original poem] tailored by the author for Ogata. In order to meet the characteristics of Japanese poetry, it is designed in the format of "Five Seven Five".

The inspiration for this poem comes from the ancient famous line in Luo Binwang's "Discussing Wu Zhaoxiu": "The sound of the class moves and the north wind rises, and the sword is rushing while the south fights flat".

In order to tailor this Japanese poem for Ogata, the author thought for a whole night and repeatedly revised multiple versions, and was exhausted (Leopard has a headache. jpg)

I am also very satisfied with the quality of this chapter. Considering the quality of this chapter, and the fact that the author has made a great effort to create a Japanese poem, and voted for a monthly pass for the book, isn't it too much? (Leopard has a headache and crying.jpg)

According to the author Jun’s conservative estimate, there are probably thousands of pirated readers of this book, and I don’t expect you to make up for the entire book, but I hope you can make up this chapter where the author has put in great effort and effort. And the previous chapter, shouldn't it be too much, right? (Leopard has a headache and crying.jpg)

Then, as mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, there will be two chapters in succession today, and the second chapter of today will probably be released in the middle of the night, close to the early hours of the morning. So-wait patiently...