I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Obedience to the morality of the samurai who swore allegiance to the death, the desire for money, the pity for life, and the fear of death-the complex emotions mixed from these emotions occupy the minds of all samurai who are still alive.

Compared with these people, the emotions that Ogata currently has in his mind are much more singular.

Ogata felt his head was empty now.

To be precise, it feels like there are almost no complicated thoughts in my head.

Although there are flowers, grass, soil, and the sun in Ogata's field of vision, he only feels that there are only these two things left in the world in front of him: the knife in his hand and the enemies around him.

There is only one thought left in my mind: kill all the surrounding enemies!

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"Quick! Surround him!"

"We still have so many people! There is no reason why we can't beat just one person!"

"Hey! You guys! Don't be afraid to go up! If you don't hurry up together! It's your turn to die!"

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The warriors who are still alive are much more noisy than before.

Or let out a roar without any real content, or call the companions around to go together.

They kept shouting, just to fill the anxiety in their hearts.

As long as they continue to make loud noises, the fear in their chests can be calmed down a little.

"Kill! Mmm..."

"Come on... Cough, cough, cough! Cough..."

"Wait! Please spare my life... poof!"

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Ogata didn't listen carefully to what the surrounding samurai were shouting.

Also not interested in listening.

Whether they were swearing or begging for mercy, in short——their voices were a loud noise to Ogata's ears.

Swinging a knife at the sound sources of the various noises——Ogata repeated this thing over and over again.

Standing in place, Ogata with his feet firmly planted on the ground, the light of the two knives in his hands formed a closed "light wall" with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

No matter whether the enemy's slash comes from behind, or from the front or side of him, Ogata's sword can always draw an arc at the most timely speed, and then block the enemy's sword.

Then use your other knife to draw another arc and take the life of the enemy.

How many enemies are standing around him now, which enemies will hit him first, which enemies will hit him later, and which enemies have entered his attack range... Ogata knows all these things clearly .

Ogata now feels that his brain is like a computer, ruthlessly and efficiently calculating various situations and changes on the battlefield, helping him to block every attack of the enemy and counterattack every enemy.

Someone who was besieging Ogata fell down, and another person who was staying on the outside quickly filled the gap, swung his sword and killed Ogata, and then was cut down by Ogata, and then another person came to fill the gap... Repeat this step.

Another arrow shot towards Ogata.

Then he was dodged by Ogata who turned slightly sideways again.

"What the hell is going on!" The archer who shot the arrow was crouching on the trunk of a big tree, cursing, "Why can't my arrow hit him!"

The archer felt like his head was going to be messed up.

From when Ogata stood up again until now, he couldn't remember how many arrows he had shot.

All I know is that my right arm for drawing the bow is quite sore, and the arrows in the quiver are almost exhausted.

The angle and timing of his shooting are quite tricky.

All of them were shot when Ogata's back was facing him.

According to common sense, Ogata should not have dodged his arrow.

However——the facts in front of him broke the common sense in his mind over and over again.

No matter how many arrows he shot, Ogata seemed to have eyes on his back, avoiding every one of his arrows precisely.

"I don't believe in evil...!"

Cursing under his breath, the archer drew the bowstring again, preparing for another effort.

However—before his arrow had time to hit the bowstring, a stone whizzed towards him and hit him precisely in the face.

The last memory of this archer is that he fell from the tree trunk, there was severe pain in his head and neck, the vision in front of him became darker and darker, and then——no more...

While dealing with the surrounding samurai, Ogata did not forget to counterattack the archers lurking in the trees.

In the gap between defense and attacking the surrounding enemies, he grabbed the stones on the ground and threw them at the archers.

The archer Ogata killed just now was already the last archer.

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Ogata stepped onto the trunk of a big tree next to him with amazing jumping power, dodged a slash from a samurai, and then used the acceleration of gravity when he landed to strike the samurai who had used the downward slash just now. Beheaded to the ground.

"Hahaha! 30 taels is mine!"

At this moment, an arrogant laugh suddenly sounded from the right side of Ogata.

A "corpse" that had been lying on the muddy ground on the right side of Ogata suddenly burst up, and then stabbed Ogata with a sword.

The owner of the loud laughter just now was this "corpse".

This person has been lying on the ground just now, pretending to be a corpse, deceiving Ogata and all his companions, silently waiting for the opportunity to counter Ogata.

And his "bear the burden of humiliation" was not in vain - he finally waited for the opportunity to fight back against Ogata.

The place where Ogata had just landed from the tree trunk happened to be less than a step away from him.

Holding the idea of ​​"this may be my only chance", the samurai laughed arrogantly, while quickly getting up, stabbing at Ogata with his sword.

And his attack actually worked.

His blade parried the chain mail defense and stabbed Ogata in the right side of the chest.

The feeling of stabbing the flesh reached the warrior's palm.

However - before the warrior had time to show his joy, a top-down slash enveloped his head, splitting his head in half.

Whether he was stabbed or cut the enemy's head in half with a sword, Ogata remained expressionless.

After the samurai collapsed limply to the ground, Ogata, who was still expressionless, silently pulled out the knife pierced into his right chest, and threw it on the ground casually.

This expressionless look, as if they didn't know what "pain" was at all, made all the surviving warriors feel chills in their teeth and their fighting spirit was greatly reduced.

When the number of more than a hundred beasts stimulated by money and driven by desire is reduced to half, the originally feverish brains will gradually cool down.

When the number falls below 40, they begin to realize what a terrifying monster they are facing.

When the number is less than 20, those who are still alive have basically lost their fighting spirit.

Looking at the enemies with less than 20 left in front of him, it was only at this moment that Ogata realized belatedly—ah, did I already cut down so many people...?