Volume 2 The Executioner Chapter 107: No Distractions, No Self! (Part 2)
The complex mixture of obedience to the samurai code of loyalty until death, the desire for money, the cherishment of life, the fear of death, occupied the minds of all the living samurai.
Compared with these people, the emotions currently in Ogata's mind are much simpler.
Ogata now felt that his head was empty.
To be more precise, I feel like the chaotic thoughts in my head are almost gone.
Although there were all kinds of messy things such as flowers, grass, soil, and the sun within Ogata's field of vision, he only felt that there were only two things left in the world before his eyes: the knife in his hand and the enemies around him.
There was only one thought left in my mind: kill all the enemies around!
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"Quick! Surround him!"
"There are so many of us! There's no reason why we can't defeat just one person!"
"Hey! You guys! Stop being so timid! If you don't hurry up and get together, it will be your turn to die!"
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The warriors who were still alive were much more noisy than before.
Either they let out a roar without any real content, or they called on their companions around them to join them.
They kept shouting just to fill the anxiety in their hearts.
As long as they continue to make loud noises, they can relieve some of the fear in their chests.
"Kill! Ugh..."
"Hurry up... cough, cough, cough! Cough..."
"Wait! Please spare my life...Puff!"
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Ogata didn't listen carefully to what the samurai around him were shouting.
At the same time, I have no interest in listening.
Whether they were swearing or begging for mercy, in short - their voices were just a loud noise in Ogata's ears.
Aiming at the source of each noise with a knife - Ogata kept repeating this.
Standing in place with his feet firmly rooted on the ground, Ogata's two swords formed a closed "light wall" with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
No matter whether the enemy's attack came from behind, in front, or on the side, Ogata's sword could always draw an arc at the most timely speed and then block the enemy's sword.
Then he used his other sword to draw another arc and take the enemy's life.
How many enemies are standing around him now, which enemies' attacks will hit him first, which enemies' attacks will hit him later, which enemies have entered his attack range... Ogata knows all these things clearly.
Ogata now felt that his brain was like a computer, ruthlessly and efficiently calculating all situations and changes on the battlefield, helping him to block every attack from the enemy and counterattack every enemy.
Someone who was besieging Ogata fell down, and another person on the periphery quickly filled the vacancy, swung the sword at Ogata, and was then chopped down by Ogata, and then another person came to fill the vacancy... and this step was repeated over and over again.
Another arrow shot towards Ogata.
Then, Ogata dodged it again by slightly turning sideways.
"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 about to get confused.
From the time Ogata stood up again until now, he could no longer remember how many arrows he had shot.
All he knew was that his right arm, which was used to draw the bow, was quite sore, and the arrows in the quiver were almost used up.
The angle and timing of his arrows were all quite tricky.
All of them were aimed at Ogata's back and shot when he was facing him.
Normally, Ogata shouldn't have dodged his arrow.
However, the facts before him broke the common sense in his mind again and again.
No matter how many arrows he shot, Ogata's back seemed to have eyes, accurately dodging every one of his arrows.
"I just don't believe in evil...!"
The archer cursed under his breath and pulled the bowstring again, preparing to make another effort.
However - before he could even put his arrow on the bowstring, a stone whizzed towards him and hit him accurately in the face.
The last thing the archer remembered was falling from the tree trunk, feeling a sharp pain in his head and neck, his vision getting darker and darker, and then - nothing happened...
While dealing with the samurai around him, Ogata did not forget to counterattack the archers lurking in the trees.
In the gaps between defending and attacking the surrounding enemies, he picked up stones on the ground and threw them at the archers.
The archer that Ogata just killed was the last archer.
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With amazing jumping power, Ogata stepped onto the trunk of a big tree next to him, dodged a samurai's attack, and then used the acceleration of gravity when landing to kill the samurai who had just slashed at him with a sword.
"Hahaha! The 30 taels are mine!"
At this moment, a loud and arrogant laugh suddenly sounded from Ogata's right.
A "corpse" that had been lying on the mud on Ogata's right side suddenly jumped up and stabbed Ogata with a sword.
The owner of the loud laughter just now was exactly this "corpse".
This person had been lying on the ground, pretending to be a corpse, deceiving Ogata and all his companions, silently waiting for the opportunity to counterattack Ogata.
And his "endurance 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 was just less than a step in front of him.
With the thought, "This may be my only chance," the samurai laughed arrogantly, stood up quickly, and stabbed at Ogata with his sword.
And his attack actually worked.
His blade parried the chain mail defense and pierced Ogata's right chest.
The feeling of the piercing flesh reached the warrior's palm.
However, before the warrior could even show any joy, a sword slashed from top to bottom covered his head and split it in half.
Whether he was being stabbed or slashing the enemy's head in half with one sword, Ogata remained expressionless.
After the samurai collapsed to the ground, Ogata, still expressionless, silently pulled out the knife that had stabbed into his right chest and threw it casually on the ground.
This expressionless look, as if he had no idea what "pain" was, made the surviving warriors feel chilled to the bone and their fighting spirit was greatly reduced.
When the number of more than a hundred wild beasts, which are stimulated by money and driven by desire, is reduced to half, their originally heated brains will gradually cool down.
When their numbers dropped below 40, they began to realize what a terrifying monster they were facing.
When the number is less than 20, those who are still alive have basically lost the will to fight.
Looking at the enemies in front of him, who numbered less than 20, Ogata realized belatedly that - ah, I have already killed so many people ...?
