Land of Grass important town, Black Rock City.
This city, guarding the throat of the trade route, is currently shrouded in smoke and Kakkō.
The expected protracted offensive and defensive battle did not take place. When thirty "Thunder God" howitzers set up a position two kilometers away and conducted saturation bombing on the city wall for half an hour, the usually domineering city lord held a white flag and tremblingly opened the city gate.
The so-called "solid defense line" is like a paper toy in the face of high-explosive bombs produced on industrial assembly lines.
"Come on! Fight into the city!"
"There is food in the city! There are women! There is gold!"
Cheers erupted like a tsunami. Thousands of ragged rebel soldiers carrying "Defender" rifles rushed into this wealthy city with red eyes that they had not even dared to look up at.
Sato stood on the command vehicle high up, looking at this scene coldly through his dusty glasses. His brows did not relax because of the victory, but instead wrinkled tighter and tighter.
"Teacher Sato, we won!" Liao jumped on the car excitedly, holding a smoking rifle in his hand, his face covered with black ash and blood, "Black Rock City has won! The supplies here are enough for us to double our army!"
"You won?" Sato turned his head, his voice full of annoyance, "Look carefully, did you win?"
Liao was stunned for a moment and followed Sato's gaze.
On the street, the rebel soldiers who were supposed to maintain Order were now acting like a group of crazy beasts.
Several soldiers kicked open the door of a shop, threw the silk and porcelain inside all over the floor, and frantically stuffed gold and silver utensils into their arms. Not far away, shrill cries came, and a young woman was dragged into the alley by two soldiers carrying rifles. Her husband knelt on the ground and knelt down to beg for mercy, but was hit on the head with a rifle butt and his head was bleeding.
"What's wrong with me fighting with all my life and enjoying myself!" A stern-faced squad leader was stuffing a roast chicken into his mouth while shouting at his companions who tried to dissuade him. "In the past, these city dwellers treated us like dogs, but now it's our turn to be the masters!"
Liao's face instantly turned pale.
"Are these the soldiers you brought out?" Sato's voice slapped Liao's face like a slap in the face, "A group of... bandits with advanced weapons?"
"I'll stop them!" Liao gritted his teeth, turned around and was about to jump out of the car.
"It's too late." Sato held his shoulders, took out a pocket watch from his arms and looked at it, "If the blood is not allowed to flow out, the rules cannot be maintained."
He turned around and looked.
The twenty members of the "supervisory team" who were standing quietly around the command vehicle, wearing black combat uniforms without any markings, suddenly moved. They were instructors sent by Konoha Root, and they were also the real "fuses" of this army.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Crisp and rhythmic gunshots suddenly sounded on the noisy streets.
The squad leader who was eating roast chicken had his head explode like a rotten watermelon, and the red and white stuff splashed across the face of his companion opposite him.
The two soldiers in the alley who were about to commit violence had two bloody holes in their chests before they could unbutton their belts, and they fell straight down.
The turbulent streets suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked in horror at the expressionless men in black and Sato who slowly stepped off the command vehicle.
"Assemble." Sato's voice spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker.
Ten minutes later, in the central square of the city.
Seventeen soldiers who participated in robbing, raping and killing civilians were tied up and kneeling on the ground. They were still shouting loudly.
"Mr. Sato! We are the heroes!"
"I even killed Iwagakure ninjas! I bled! What's wrong with getting something?"
"Brother Liao! Help me! I am your brother who climbed out of Black Forest!"
Liao stood aside, clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms. He recognized several of them, they were the brothers who first followed him in the uprising, and some even helped him block Kunai.
"Liao." Sato handed him a pistol, which was the "Enforcer" revolver presented by Naruto, "You do it, or do I?"
Liao raised his head suddenly, his eyes red. "Can you... give me a whip? Put me in solitary confinement? Their crime will not lead to death..."
"If we don't kill them, this team will die." Sato pushed up his glasses, and the reflection of the lenses blocked his eyes, "Naruto Uzumaki gave you guns to make you straighten your waist and behave like a human being., not to turn you into another group of man-eating beasts. If there is no difference between rebels and warlords, then why should the people support us? Without the support of the people, once Iwagakure's army arrives, we will be dead."
Sato walked up to the veteran who cried the loudest and looked at him condescendingly.
"You said that you killed Iwagakure Ninja and you were the hero." Sato said calmly, "We will record the credit on your tombstone and the pension will be paid to your family. But the sin must be washed away with blood."
"No! I don't accept it! There's no soldier in this world who doesn't fight..."
Bang!
Sato pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the square, and the corpse of the veteran fell into the dust.
The whole place was dead silent.
"Who else is dissatisfied?" Sato held up the still smoking gun and looked around. Thousands of originally agitated soldiers did not even dare to breathe. For the first time, they realized that this gentle scholar who usually taught them how to read was more terrifying than those ninjas who killed without blinking an eye.
"Read the list." Sato threw the gun back to Liao, turned around and walked towards the high platform, "The rest will all be subject to military law."
That night, seventeen human heads were hung on the city gate, with "Discipline" written by Sato beside them.
The enthusiasm of the rebels was extinguished by a basin of ice water. Instead, their pace into the city began to slow down, and they began to be cautious in greeting the people.
Liao stood at the top of the city, looking at the corpses of his former brothers, and said nothing for a long time.
"Hate me?" Sato walked behind him and handed him a cigarette.
Liao took the cigarette, her hands were shaking a little, but her eyes gradually became firm. "No. You are right, teacher. If you don't want to be a dog, you must first learn to stand like a human."
Sato looked at the dark night sky in the distance and sighed silently in his heart.
"Master Naruto, I also think it is a bit cruel, but it is something that has to be done. It is better to die seventeen people now than to die one hundred and seventy thousand later."
Three days later, Black Rock City peripheral defense line.
Liao is inspecting the newly built trenches. After Sato's training, he is now more and more like a real leader. Although the ruffianism in his body is still there, his movements are more calm.
"Move the machine gun position five meters to the left. There is a blind spot there." Liao pointed to a slope in front and said, "Also, the mines are buried too densely and it is easy for our own people to step on them when they retreat."
"Yes!" The guards around him looked at him with admiration.
Just as Liao turned around and prepared to head to the next sentry point, an extremely weak murderous aura suddenly stung the back of his neck.
As a slave who grew up in the Colosseum, Liao has a beast-like intuition for danger.
Without any thought, he suddenly fell to the side.
Tsk!
A transparent wind blade sliced through his scalp, slicing off a strand of his hair, and struck the sandbag next to him, cutting the hard sandbag in half.
"Enemy attack! Commander of the Protection Corps!" The guards were shocked and raised their rifles one after another.
However, they couldn't see the enemy at all.
There were only strange fluctuations in the air, as if something was integrated with the environment.
"It's Camouflage Invisibility Technique from Iwagakure!" Liao rolled in the mud, pulled out the "Enforcer" revolver from his waist, and fired three shots into the open space.
Bang bang bang!
The bullet hit the empty space and splashed a few mud flowers.
"It's useless."
A cold voice seemed to come from all directions, "By order of Tsuchikage, I will take your dog's head."
The next second, three translucent figures suddenly appeared around Liao, surrounding him in a Z-shaped shape. The Kunai quenching poison in their hands was very close to Liao's throat.
This distance is almost a sure-kill situation for Jonin.
Liao's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating. The rifle was too long and there was no time to turn the muzzle, and the bullets in the pistol were empty.
"Are you going to die here?"
Just when those three Kunai were about to pierce Liao's body, and even the ferocious smile on the corner of Iwagakure ANBU's mouth was clearly visible--
Boom!
A loud noise as dull as Thunderclap came from an extremely distant place.
It was not an ordinary gunshot, but more like the roar of some kind of heavy machinery impact.
Immediately afterwards, the upper body of the Iwagakure Jonin who was facing Liao suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
It was as if it was wiped away instantly by an invisible giant hand, leaving only two legs that were still rushing forward two steps with inertia, and then fell down with blood gushing out.
A large cloud of blood mist splashed all over Liao.
"What..."
Before the remaining two Iwagakure ANBU could realize what happened, two more Thunderclap sounds almost overlapped.
Boom! Boom!
The head of ANBU on the left was directly blown into powder. A hole as big as a bowl appeared in the chest of ANBU on the right. The whole person was carried back more than ten meters by the huge kinetic energy, and was nailed to the wooden stake of the trench.
All this happened so fast that there was no time to even scream.
Three Jonin died suddenly in an instant.
Liao sat dumbly in the muddy water, wiped the blood from his face, and looked blankly towards the direction where the gunfire came from.
There was a highland two kilometers away, with nothing but a few dead trees.
Two kilometers away, Dead Tree Ridge.
Neji Hyuga was lying under a piece of camouflage cloth, holding an exaggerated black spear in his hand.
This gun is two meters long, with a terrifyingly thick barrel. It has no scope, and is replaced by dense chakra conduction patterns on the gun body.
This is a special product of Konoha First Arsenal - "Byakugan·Terminator" anti-material sniper rifle.
The veins in the corners of Neji's eyes bulged ferociously, and the sight of the trench two kilometers away was reflected in the pure white pupils through the sight. In his field of vision, the so-called "Camouflage Invisibility Technique" were as clear as torches in the dark night.
"The wind speed has been corrected, the humidity has been corrected, and the chakra trajectory is stable."
Neji whispered coldly, and pulled the gun bolt skillfully with his slender fingers. A thick bullet shell emitting heat jumped out and landed on the grass next to it, making a crisp sound.
"A bunch of mice that can only do tricks."
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands gracefully, as if what he had just killed was not three Jonin, but three flies.
"Is this the new weapon Naruto said?" Neji stroked the cold gun body and raised a proud arc at the corner of his mouth, "It's not bad."
He pressed the communicator next to his ear. "The target has been cleared. Tell that boy named Liao to stop being in a daze and wash your pants. They look ugly."
Late at night, Black Rock City Lord's Mansion.
Sato was still burning the midnight oil to fight, and the table was filled with documents about material allocation and post-war reconstruction. He rubbed his sore eyebrows and picked up the tea cup at hand.
"Master Sato, it's late at night, please take a rest."
A soft voice sounded. It was a maid recruited from the city. Her name was Sayuri. She was gentle and pleasant. She had been responsible for taking care of Sato's daily life these days.
She walked in with a plate of cut fruits, her steps were light, and she carried a faint fragrance.
Sato put down the pen and looked at her through the lenses, a tired smile flashed in his eyes, "Thank you, leave it there."
Sayuri walked to the desk and did not put down the fruit plate. Instead, he walked around behind Sato, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently pressed on his temples. "Sir, it's too hard, I will help you press it."
Her fingers were cold and soft, with moderate strength, which slightly relaxed Sato's tense nerves.
"Where are you from?" Sato asked casually.
"My slave is a local from Land of Grass. Her family suffered a disaster. Thanks to the rebels entering the city, she survived." Sayuri's voice was choked with sobs. His body leaned forward slightly, and his soft chest was pressed against Sato's back.
A sweet aroma penetrated Sato's nostrils.
At this moment, Sato suddenly felt something was wrong.
This scent... is not the scent of powder, but some kind of ecstasy mixed with chakra inducers!
He just wanted to move, but found that his body was a little numb.
"Haha, Mr. Sato is indeed a scholar, he is really not vigilant."
Sayuri's voice changed, becoming charming and sinister. Her fingers that were originally pressing on Sato's temples suddenly turned into claw-like shapes, and her nails instantly swelled three inches, shining with sharp light.
"I'll take your head. Iwagakure paid a big price for it."
Her nails were only a few centimeters away from Sato's temple.
Sato could even feel the biting chill. But he didn't panic, he didn't even move, he just sighed helplessly:
"You know what? I actually don't like the feeling of being used as bait."
"What?" Sayuri was stunned.
Poof!
There was an extremely slight muffled sound, like a ripe watermelon being broken.
Sayuri's movements froze.
A red dot appeared between her eyebrows without any warning. Then, the red dot expanded, and a specially designed rotating bullet penetrated the back of her head with brain matter, shattering the vase behind it.
Blood spurted all over Sato, but he didn't even blink.
Sayuri's eyes widened, and the body slid down softly and fell at Sato's feet. Until her death, she did not understand where the attack came from. The window was clearly closed and there was no damage.
Sato took off his blood-stained glasses, took out a spare pair from the drawer and put them on, then walked to the window and opened it.
One thousand five hundred meters away, the top of the bell tower.
Hinata Hyuga Put away the special sniper rifle equipped with a silencer - "Guardian".
She was wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform, which outlined her figure that was beginning to take shape. The night wind blew her short hair, and her pair of Byakugan, which had always been shy, now looked cold and clear.
"The target is confirmed dead." Hinata whispered into the microphone, his voice as gentle as if he was coaxing a child to sleep, "No pain, one shot to kill."
"Well done, Hinata." Naruto's smiling voice came from the earphones, "Come back, I left you a supper."
Hinata The coldness in his eyes melted instantly, and two blushes flew up on his cheeks. "Yes... yes!"
Inside the city lord's palace.
Sato looked at the dark night outside the window and raised his tea cup to the air, as if toasting.
"Is this the so-called 'divine punishment'?"
He smiled bitterly, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked at his trembling hands.
He knew that both he and Liao were just actors in front of the stage. The real chess players were sitting in Konoha's Arsenal, using these monsters to monitor every move.
After a long time, Sato breathed a sigh of relief, "But, without a monster like Naruto Uzumaki, relying on my strength alone would not be enough."