Capítulo 146: Unilateral Massacre!
At noon on the second day, the samurai assembled and moved forward in formation.
In the distance ahead, scattered figures began to appear.
"Enemy scouts spotted!"
With a warning, several samurai on horseback immediately charged towards the enemy, even mocking them as they rode.
These peasants were indeed peasants; their scouts didn't even have horses. Were they planning to outrun mounted scouts with their own legs?
Soon these mounted scouts reached the enemy, even able to faintly see the expressions on their faces.
The samurai drew their swords, intending to split their enemies in half with the help of their horses. They could even see the calm faces of their foes.
"Wait, no sign of panic?"
Before he could comprehend, there was a "bang," and the foremost samurai's head burst into a spray of blood, even splattering his comrades behind him. He fell like a bird shot from the sky, kicking up dust as he hit the ground.
"Firearms! It's firearms!"
"Damn it, everyone, scatter! Scatter!"
Seeing their comrade fall without warning, the other scouts panicked. It was no longer about killing all the enemy scouts; it was about reaching them and taking their heads before being gunned down.
Some clever samurai even crouched low on their horses to avoid being hit by stray bullets.
"So that's the power of firearms? Truly terrifying."
In the distance, Left minister watched as several scouts fell before making contact, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"It's okay, their bullets miss sometimes. As long as we get close, we're stronger! Charge, for the honor of the samurai!" The samurai scout, seeing the enemy reloading, raised his sword high, encouraging his comrades.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Continuous gunfire erupted.
After this round of shooting, the samurai scouts were upon the enemy.
As one samurai scout charged towards an enemy soldier, he realized the man's eyes were filled with mockery.
As he looked around in confusion, he realized he was alone; his comrades had fallen, and their horses paced calmly nearby.
"Can we really win?"
Before he could process this thought, he was shot in the head, a stark reminder that war knows no mercy.
With the scouts annihilated, the samurai army began to move. Simultaneously, the militia in the distance also formed up to meet them.
The real battle was about to begin.
With the annihilation of the samurai scouts, the lower-ranking samurai hadn't yet grasped the severity of the situation. But some astute individuals were beginning to realize something was amiss.
According to their initial assessment, the enemy should have been in a panic upon seeing their plight.
But now, not only did the enemy not flee, they were slowly approaching, exuding an aura that only a powerful army could possess.
But how could this be? Just a while ago, these people were nothing more than inferior individuals.
The lower-ranking samurai were eager for battle, believing that as long as their skilled swordsmen intervened, the enemy would surely collapse.
Indeed, as the second round of gunfire began, several figures leaped into the air from the samurai camp. With a flash of blades, they sliced through all the bullets, leaving behind explosions of smoke.
After cutting down the bullets, these swordsmen charged straight towards the militia. They aimed to eliminate them before they could cause more casualties.
All the militia stood ready, seemingly surprised that the swordsmen who had cut the bullets were coming for them.
As the distance closed, the impending approach of the enemy made the samurai even more uneasy. However, they gritted their teeth, raised their swords, and charged forward, with the other samurai shouting encouragement behind them.
But just as they reached fifty meters from the enemy, they were stunned by what they saw.
Three hundred militia stood in neat rows, with their rifles aimed directly at them. The first row crouched, while the second stood, all aiming their rifles.
Hundreds of black muzzles were pointed at them. In almost the next moment, the samurai were sprayed with countless blood blossoms as bullets rained down on them. The samurai who had just charged forward fell to the ground.
Even the swordsmen struggled to protect themselves.
Behind them, more samurai continued to charge, but the militia calmly holstered their guns and walked away without a backward glance.
One samurai who hadn't died lifted his head, seeing another group of militia taking their positions, crouching and aiming their rifles at the oncoming second wave of samurai. In less than a second, they fired again, completing the second volley...
And the powerful swordsmen were too preoccupied with the skilled fighters among the militia to make a difference.
"No, stop it! Stop it!"
Left minister, witnessing the first volley, was dumbfounded. When their skilled swordsmen were easily blocked by the enemy, he realized the severity of the situation.
Initially, they thought that the enemy, upon seeing their plight, would panic.
But now, not only did the enemy not flee, they were slowly approaching, exuding an aura that only a powerful army could possess.
But how could this be? Just a while ago, these people were nothing more than inferior individuals.
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