My Gang of Swordsmen-Chapter 108 - 79: Clash of Commanders, Aoto vs. Mogami [7,600 Words]_2

Chapter 108: Chapter 79: Clash of Commanders, Aoto vs. Mogami [7,600 Words]_2

From the tip of the blade to the hilt, it was smeared with a sticky mixture of blood and fat.

The originally smooth blade now had about a dozen nicks.

Finally having reached Yamada, Aoto immediately switched to holding the sword with both hands, raised it high, and then slashed down heavily!

As he watched the blade approach his head at high speed, Yamada’s heart skipped a beat and he reflexively raised the tachi in his hands—

Clang!

The two blades collided.

Sparks flew.

Yamada’s tachi was a family heirloom passed down through generations for nearly 200 years.

Yamada’s father was a fervent supporter of Yamada’s "Anti-foreigner" aspirations.

Therefore, when Yamada decided to leave his hometown and join the "Anti-foreigner Movement," his father specially gave him this family heirloom.

"Use this family heirloom of our Yamada clan to cleanse this land of all barbarians"—this was the last sentence Yamada heard from his father before leaving his hometown.

This tachi lives up to the title of "family heirloom."

After the blades collided, sending sparks flying, Aoto’s already severely damaged sword blade gained a new nick.

In contrast, Yamada’s tachi remained unscathed.

Although the quality of the sword was in Yamada’s favor—what use was that?

With the blessing of the "Lone Brave," Aoto’s physical abilities had already surged to the point where even Aoto couldn’t help but marvel, "Is this really my body?"

Unable to withstand Aoto’s strength, Yamada let out a pained groan, his right knee buckled, and he knelt on one knee on the ground, his arms going numb, nearly dropping the tachi from his hands.

Saito, who was always shadowing Aoto, coordinated with Aoto, who had successfully created an opening on Yamada, to launch an attack!

He initially intended to decapitate Yamada, whose vulnerability was now fully exposed due to kneeling on one knee.

However, due to the angle, Saito had to temporarily change the attack direction, redirecting the blade that was originally aimed at Yamada’s neck to his abdomen.

The blade flashed—a large gash big enough to fit an adult’s head appeared in Yamada’s abdomen.

"Cough! Cough, cough! Ugh—!" Yamada’s cheeks turned an eerie crimson, the whites of his eyes turned completely blood red, and he vomited large amounts of blood.

His body instantly lost the strength to hold the sword again.

The tachi slipped from his grasp.

Seeing that Aoto, who no longer faced any opposition from him, took a deep breath and once again raised the blade high—

Hum...

The hand rose, and the blade fell, Yamada’s head, with eyes wide open in pain, fell to the ground, with blood flooding the white snow and blossoming into a large, vivid red plum blossom.

"Saito!" Aoto shouted, "Give me the short spear at your feet!"

Saito gave a forceful nod, then extended his right foot and used the tip of his toes to flick the short spear next to him up, tossing it to Aoto.

After catching the short spear Saito tossed, Aoto placed Yamada’s head on the spear’s tip.

"Your leader has been beheaded by me—!" Aoto raised the short spear high, letting everyone around clearly see Yamada’s head impaled on it.

Aoto’s voice echoed in every corner of the battlefield.

Oomura, looking at the blood-soaked head raised high by Aoto, was initially stunned, then reacted extremely quickly by raising his sword and shouting:

"Your leader is dead—!"

The other guards also joined in the shouting.

With voices that were louder and louder, they repeatedly shouted:

"Your leader is dead—!"

"Your leader is dead—!"

...

Yamada’s death—this was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the morale of the Anti-foreigner Group.

Having already experienced "unbreakable defenses," and "Aoto sweeping through thousands," their morale was already on the verge of collapsing.

Seeing Aoto, as if entering no man’s land, directly advancing to their rear and beheading Yamada, who was in charge of commanding them, their morale immediately crumbled like an avalanche.

The vast majority of the "Anti-foreigner Warriors" were speculators who could hardly make ends meet.

Living in poverty, with no hope of social mobility, they placed their hopes of changing their lives on the "Anti-foreigner" cause.

Hoping to earn fame and hope to change their lives through the now fiercely raging "Anti-foreigner Movement."

This is why the vast majority of "Anti-foreigner Warriors" were impoverished samurai, scantily clothed and emaciated.

They would fare well in a favorable battle, but fight against the odds?

How much fighting spirit do you expect from these speculators?

As Aoto expected—the enemy began to collapse.

More and more people fled in a hurry, trying to get away from this blood-drenched battlefield.

As more fled, they fled in groups.

"Hey! Don’t run away! Our numbers still far exceed theirs! We’re not at the point of giving up yet!"

"Come back! Don’t run! If we crumble at such a small setback, how can we expel all the barbarians from our country in the future?!"

...

Some who still retained some fighting spirit tried to call the fleeing back.

But as the fleeing crowd grew, those who still had fighting spirit began to waver.

Seeing the enemy start to disperse, Oomura and the others excitedly began their pursuit.

You bastards were hitting us pretty hard just now!

Before Aoto showed up and got involved, Oomura and his group had been suppressed by the Anti-foreigner Group.

With so many companions killed by you, we almost got killed by you too...it’s impossible not to have a grudge in our hearts!