Seeing the once arrogant Anti-foreigner Group mbers now scattering like defeated dogs, how could Mr. Oomura and his n not be excited and exhilarated?
They spontaneously pursued the fleeing enemies, relentlessly attacking the backs of the routed soldiers.
The victorious pursuit by Mr. Oomura and his n directly caused the speed of the enemy’s collapse to accelerate further.
Of course—Mr. Oomura and his team did not let the victory go to their heads.
What if soone took advantage of them all rushing out to chase the fleeing soldiers and secretly attacked Anthony and the others?
Therefore, before personally leading the retaliatory pursuit, Mr. Oomura left a few subordinates to protect Anthony and the others.
Anthony... his expression had beco particularly brilliant since Aoto micro-managed the front line.
He stood there with his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the battlefield where the situation had suddenly reversed.
From the brink of death to complete victory... the transformation happened so quickly that Anthony still couldn’t process it.
"Anthony."
At this mont, an old voice rang out from behind Anthony.
"Kiryu?" Anthony quickly turned to look back.
Kiryu, holding a long, cloth-wrapped bundle, led Mukiwa slowly towards Anthony.
"Miss Wu! (French)" Seeing Mukiwa appear safe and sound in front of her, Elodie, her face filled with excitent and joy, quickly broke free from Leroy’s embrace, rushed to Mukiwa, and tightly hugged her, both of them equally excited and joyful.
"Kiryu!" Looking at the suddenly appearing Kiryu, Anthony gritted his teeth, "Where were you just now?!"
"I was with the Young Master at the northernmost part of the camp," Kiryu calmly said, "It was quite far from here, and clearing the enemies blocking our path took a lot of ti."
With that, Kiryu shifted his gaze back to Aoto, who was still holding Yamada’s head aloft.
"What an extraordinary young man..."
Kiryu’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying Aoto with a profound gaze, murmuring to himself in a volu only he could hear:
"To unite Mr. Oomura and his group with only his own strength, and to succeed in defeating the enemy general amidst the dense crowd..."
Just as he finished muttering, the old man suddenly seed to realize sothing, his eyes opening slightly wider as he slowly turned his gaze southeastward.
"...It seems this battle is far from over."
...
...
"Hu...! Hu...! Hu...! Hu...!"
Aoto, still holding Yamada’s head aloft, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows.
Saito’s condition was even worse than Aoto’s. Although Aoto’s breathing was rapid, it was not chaotic.
Saito’s breathing, however, was already in disarray, unable to return to a normal rhythm.
Despite his physical limit nearly reached, Saito faithfully continued his duty, clutching his left arm and silently guarding against anyone wearing blood-red Feathered Robes from approaching Aoto.
Aoto looked up, examining his surroundings.
The battlefield’s "Qi Stream"... was starting to diminish and dissipate.
Watching the surrounding "Qi Stream" gradually dissipate like mist, an unprompted thought erged in Aoto’s mind:
We’ve won... this group of enemies poses no further threat...
Feeling relieved, Aoto let out a long sigh of relief.
But at that mont—
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud...!
Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps exploded right behind Aoto!
With the appearance of those steps, the "Qi Stream," which had been dissipating, surged back to life, rushing towards Aoto’s rear!
Aoto’s pupils shrank sharply as he quickly turned around.
In the next instant after he turned, he saw a compact, agile figure wielding a long spear spring into the air.
As the figure leapt to a high point, he raised the spear above his head, then used gravity to smash it heavily towards Aoto!
Aoto and Saito noticed the rapidly incoming spear at almost the sa ti, and at almost the sa ti, they both arched backward to jump away.
Bang!
The spear smashed heavily into the spot where Aoto and Saito had just been standing, kicking up masses of snow and mist.
After retreating, Aoto landed, quickly steadying himself before looking towards the snow mist in front of him.
Beneath the snow mist was a very robust man with a Two-section Spear.
He was Mogami, who had co from the "Main Array" to support the frontline battlefield.
"Co back to !" Mogami shouted, "We still have so many people! There’s no need to despair yet!"
Mogami was a naturally loud person, and his shout clearly reached everyone still on the battlefield.
"It’s Mr. Mogami! Mr. Mogami is here!"
"Mr. Mogami is here!"
...
Seeing the arrival of Mogami and the 30 Reserve Team mbers he brought with him, the atmosphere of the originally crumbling Anti-foreigner Group changed instantly.
Whether to continue fighting or to flee like the others, those who had hesitated now glimpsed hope upon seeing Mogami, their eyes once again igniting with the light of determination.
"More reinforcents?" Seeing the sudden appearance of Mogami and the Reserve Team following closely behind him, Mr. Oomura and the guards all frowned deeply.
"..." Glaring at Mogami before him, Aoto silently tossed the Short Spear holding Yamada’s head aside.
The "Qi Stream," which had nearly dispersed, now all concentrated on Mogami.
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