How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face, unless the mysterious operation makes a mistake and suddenly collapses and loses.

Meiji didn't realize that this situation would unfold.

The situation in all three battlefields was basically under control.

First of all, there was Jiri. Not to mention whether he knew how to play four-on-one, with Jiri here, it would be difficult to lose. The Sandaime and Jiraiya next to him were definitely not eels.

In Konoha's hometown, the Mito assassination failed and Bai Zetsu's attack was blocked. With only six clones, they could not make trouble. Tsunade and Orochimaru, who were the trump cards, had no chance of failure unless they rebelled on the spot.

As for Miki, in one sentence, the overall situation has been decided, and Madara has been completely controlled.

The only unusual Otsutsuki style, its purpose is not love and peace. He can't urinate in the same pot as Madara, nor will he suddenly go crazy and turn around to attack Konoha. He would rather break the jade than destroy it.

His stance is simply to fight if he can win, and to run if he can't. He has no bottom line or consciousness at all.

Meiji couldn't figure out how to lose.

Where is the turning point?

Maybe, the little witch predicted the finale, and she was just too nervous.

Having said that, don't be completely careless.

Mei Ji is always aware of the changes in the overall situation.

The diffuse black sand spread under the strong wind, and the surrounding ninjas and people fled frantically to avoid being involved.

Looking down from above, the entire formation was hollowed out by black sand.

At the same time, in the sky around the black sand, swarms of insects were flying and swooping down, bypassing the black sand area and rushing towards the rear artillery positions.

A bit of fire spread out from the black sand flying dust, quickly igniting the black sand all over the sky, and then a grand explosion resounded continuously.

Dust explosion.

In an instant, a huge fireball burst out from the ground and clung to the ground.

And in the sky, giant flying insects exploded, and white fireballs poured down like rain, along with billowing white smoke.

White phosphorus bomb.

Under the dazzling fireball that filled the sky, the personnel on the position looked up at the fireball in despair.

The entire rear artillery position was instantly submerged in a white fireball.

One figure after another, with the flames of gangrene all over their bodies, wailing and struggling all over the ground, running around.

Even the soldiers who were lucky enough not to be affected by the flames would fall down under the billowing smoke and suffer from runny noses and mouths.

These white phosphorus poisonous fumes will enter the body along the respiratory tract and burn internal organs.

These soldiers and even ninjas, even though they have weapons and ninjutsu that are beyond this era and can be called black technology, they still use the Warring States period's formation and formation style.

In Mei Ji's eyes, it was just lining up to be shot.

After the large-scale Xia Chizu were suppressed by aerial firepower bombardment, while the ninjas in the formation were unable to organize effective interception ninjutsu, the small Xia Chizu was activated, continuously swooping down from the air, locking on the combatants, and starting the fixed-point precise clearing mode.

One after another, Xia Chi's soldiers flew nimbly on the battlefield like deadly elves, dodging the sporadic intercepting kunai and counterattack gunshots.

Amidst the hail of bullets, there are always a few who are not lucky enough, but just stopping a few of them is not enough to save lives.

Not only do they lack anti-aircraft artillery and close-in defense machine guns, they don't even have decent bunkers, trenches, or barbed wire. …

Some personnel roared and got up in embarrassment, faced the oncoming swarm of insects, and fought back with guns in hand.

The Xia Chi soldiers flew past quickly at low altitude, drowning these people in the blink of an eye. In the tiny explosions, the insects and human lives withered together.

A group of ninjas leaned together in despair, spitting fire escape in all directions. Xia Chizu surrounded the ninjas, constantly circling and dancing, like the dance of death, until the flames could no longer sustain, and the swarms of insects rushed out, one after another. , in the ninja's screams, hit the face, hit the torso, hit the hands and feet, and surrounded them.

The wings with the word "Explosion" painted on them caught fire, and then the fine explosion flames lit up the whole body of the ninja.

The screams stopped, then started again.

In an instant, it turned into a scorched prison under the raging swarm of insects.

Flames and blood bloomed brightly like flowers, dotting the battlefield one after another.

Without the suppressive support of artillery fire, the Konoha ninjas on both wings of the front line began to counterattack.

The Third Hokage took the lead, driving straight into the formation like a hammer.

If you don't show your ability, you won't have a chance to show it.

"Sir, brothers can't hold on any longer."

The formation had been shattered, and it had completely turned into an anxious melee. It was difficult to pass on the command, and more and more soldiers began to flee in fear.

Although ninjas from various countries have undergone rigorous training and have a strong will to fight, a rout is about to take shape. Once the rout begins, it cannot be stopped.

"Our artillery positions"

The old warrior on the main seat roared: "It's not over yet!"

No matter what the cost, the goal must be achieved.

"Inform those ninja leaders that it's time!"

"ha!"

The heavily armored messenger ordered the warrior to leave the main account.

The old warrior looked at the few of his own people in the main account with solemn eyes, looking towards the distance of the battlefield.

Soon, huge poisonous smoke suddenly formed on the battlefield.

Hanzo took action.

Under the poisonous smoke that made no distinction between ourselves and the enemy, our own people fell one after another like wheat.

On the Sansho Fish, Hanzo looked down at the Konoha ninjas who were still moving freely in the poisonous smoke. Under the mask, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Insect Princess."

As expected, my sanshui fish toxin was cracked.

However, the impact is not significant.

It doesn't matter how many of those losers die.

Over the years, I have relied on more than just toxins.

What's important

A strong wind of escape technique swept through, and the poisonous mist was quickly blown away.

Hanzo stared at the white-haired young man standing in front of him.

"Send your name, boy."

"Jiraiya." Jiraiya, who entered sage mode and was ready, replied in a deep voice.

"Don't die too soon, kid."

"Demigod and Hanzo." Jiraiya said, "Then we'll see."

"Hmph" Hanzo pulled out the chain sickle, and the iron chain clattered as it collided.

"Stay here obediently." Jiraiya said, "I won't let you do whatever you want."

"It's a shameless statement," Hanzo said.

On the other side, in the belly of the position, Xuzuo Nenghuzhong, Zhili looked at the iron box where the iron sand had gathered.

He must have died after being suffocated for so long.

With a wave of his hand, the iron sand flowed and dispersed, revealing the Fourth Raikage trapped inside. …

This guy.

Zhili frowned slightly.

Then he raised his hand, raised the thunder blade in his giant arm and slashed it down violently.

Amidst the shrill sound of the wind, the Fourth Raikage, who was pretending to be dead, ejected from the ground and dodged with the electric light flashing on his body.

He slashed hard to the ground, and sand and dust rose up like a curtain.

"He's not dead," Zhili murmured, "This guy doesn't need to breathe."

"Looks like it," Mei Ji replied.

"Why?" Zhili said.

Meiji probably knew what was going on, but she wasn't sure yet, so she said, "The other one isn't dead either. Zhili, you were too gentle."

"I didn't hold anything back." Jiri said, looking at the Third Kazekage who was floating from the ground with only half of his body left, and said: "From a medical point of view, you can really struggle for a period of time with an injury like a cut in the waist. However, there shouldn’t be any energy left to use ninjutsu.”

"It's interesting." Mei Ji said: "Madara has a few more brushes than I expected. He worked very hard to use his brain."

"It seems we can't simply deal with them." Zhili said.

"These are not the real ones." Mei Ji said: "The purpose seems to be a tactic of cheating."

"Do you know what this technique is?"

"The art of elephant rotation." Mei Ji said.

"Is it the art of the reincarnation eye?" Zhili nodded clearly and said, "What are the true forms of these puppets?"

"It seems to be Bai Jue." Mei Ji said: "Vegetative people don't need to breathe. Light is enough. They can be divided into two parts. It does not affect normal physiological activities. Some serious injuries can also be treated through Bai Jue's integration. Heals quickly.”

"Is there really no problem over there?" Zhili asked. With the Flying Thunder God in hand, Zhili could quickly transfer support.

"You can't just leave them alone." Mei Ji said, "Even if you know it is delaying our combat power, we must deal with them quickly."

This army must not be completely wiped out.

"Understood." Zhili nodded, looked at these shadow puppets, was slightly stunned, and said: "It doesn't seem to be the technique of the reincarnation eye."

In the distance, kaleidoscope patterns appeared in the eyes of the floating third-generation kazekage.

Through Zhili's eyes, Meiji also captured this scene.

"Things are getting interesting."

Is that Uchiha mask controlling the puppet?

The acting skills are pretty good.