Crane Wings

The battle was exceptionally brutal. Compared with previous ninja wars, the level of bloodshed had risen by more than one degree.

Quite literally, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The dense crack of gunfire rang continuously across the battlefield.

Konoha responded by decisively splitting apart the formations in the face of the saturation fire aimed at their dense ranks, turning into squads that maneuvered around the battlefield. However, the flat, seemingly endless grassland had no cover or obstacles suitable for ninjas to hide behind.

They could only create their own cover.

But while it could block bullets, it could not stop explosives.

More often than not, both the people and their cover were blown apart together.

As their Kunai ran out, Konoha's ninjas had no choice but to brave the hail of bullets and advance, releasing Ninjutsu at close range.

But they were quickly locked onto by concentrated fire and riddled with bullets in a gruesome display.

Seeing this, the ninjas farther back quickly abandoned the idea of taking such risks.

"The technology of the Land of Lightning is number one in the world."

A smug smile appeared on the Fourth Raikage's face.

Ōnoki snorted at that, but he had no choice but to see them in a new light and give a slight nod of acknowledgment.

As ninjas from the Five Great Shinobi Countries gradually entered the battle, the advantage shifted to the Allied Forces. Konoha's ninjas struggled to respond and began to retreat.

The five brigades, nearly twenty thousand Konoha ninjas, were at an overwhelming disadvantage in military strength.

"We've merely gained a slight advantage. Konoha hasn't committed its full strength yet," Salamander Hanzo said gravely.

"Neither have we."

Indeed.

The higher-end combat forces had yet to enter the battlefield.

"We can't go on like this." Watching the battle