Chapitre 342: Chapter 175 Battle of Lake Yuriria Part 3

The old Militia gazed ahead once more, where the center of the fierce battle raged, with hundreds of large ships crashing into each other, Samurai lords shouting the names of the spirits as they fought in a frenzy. Then, like pumpkins harvested in autumn, the lords tumbled and fell in strings, or split open like ripe beans, painting the surface of the lake with spreading bright red. Only the flags of the two opposing Commanders-in-Chief were nearly touching, still standing tall like cornstalks.

Chiwaco shivered again and hastily took a puff from his herb pack.

Behind him, Weizti still aimlessly stabbed at the Samurai in the water twice more. Unfortunately, his martial arts skills were inadequate, and he didn't hit the mark. It was only after watching the enemy swim away that he came back to his senses, turned to the fallen Militia, and asked urgently.

"Chiwaco, can he be saved?"

"Save what! He's a goner. Look out for yourself first!"