Chapter 545: , The Murderous Ghost in the Night

"A leaf before the eyes blinds one to Mount Tai."

Because his heart was set on Kumogakure and he was anxious to return, Bee had not considered the current state of the battle. However, now, prompted by Mizunuki Ryosuke, Bee suddenly realized the importance of the Land of Frost and the greatest current flaw in Iwagakure's position.

At this moment, Bee once again witnessed the unfathomable depth of the Fourth Mizukage, Mizunuki Ryosuke.

This Fourth Mizukage had already thought through how to proceed long before the war against Iwagakure began.

Just as he had said before they set out, everything he did was to defeat Iwagakure with the greatest possible speed.

Cutting off Iwagakure's supply lines was indeed a brilliant move capable of reversing the situation in one stroke.

If it could truly succeed, it would far surpass the effect of Bee returning to the battlefield in time with Mizunuki Ryosuke. Thus, almost instantly, Bee was won over by Mizunuki Ryosuke's strategy.

"As expected, his superficial lack of seriousness is merely a disguise."

Bee sighed once more, and in his heart, a sense of admiration for Mizunuki Ryosuke grew again.

"Since you have finished listening to my plan, do you have any objections now?"

Mizunuki Ryosuke asked Bee, who stood before him, with his usual indifferent expression.

"Troy and I are willing to follow your orders."

Immediately, Bee replied to Mizunuki Ryosuke respectfully, his demeanor filled with reverence.

"Very good!"

Seeing this, the corners of Mizunuki Ryosuke's mouth curled into a distinct arc.

Next, Mizunuki Ryosuke assigned tasks to everyone present.

According to intelligence provided by the innkeeper, Honda Yuichi, three suspicious merchant caravans would pass through the town tonight, continuing on toward the Land of Fields.

Therefore, Mizunuki Ryosuke divided the four of them into three groups to intercept these three caravans.

Mizunuki Ryosuke would handle one, Kaguya Yuta would handle one, and the last would be handled by Bee and Troy together.

Subsequently, Mizunuki Ryosuke summoned the Ice Long Wang, sent the three of them to the paths the caravans were bound to take, and then rode the Ice Long Wang himself toward the final caravan.

The cold night wind whipped up the chaotic snowflakes on the ground, pouring them straight into people's collars as the wind swept by.

A merchant caravan maintained a silent, deathly atmosphere under the heavy night, continuously moving forward.

A large amount of supplies was being transported, pulled by mules and horses. On the frozen roads of the Land of Frost, those responsible for steering the carriages bore a heavy responsibility.

Especially in an environment where one could not see their own hand in front of their face, a single moment of carelessness could easily cause a carriage to overturn.

Every person in the caravan had a resolute expression on their face, and they did not complain at all about the unfavorable environment or the trade route.

On the contrary, every one of them wore an unimaginable determination, and all their gazes held a tenacity not found in ordinary people.

This was definitely not a group of ordinary people.

Suddenly, the leader of the caravan raised a hand abruptly. Following the leader's action, all members of the caravan drew weapons from within easy reach. Everyone stared coldly ahead, their taut muscles ready for action at any moment.

"Who goes there!"

The caravan leader barked at the blurry black shadow ahead in a chilling voice.

""

Silence, a long silence.

"Whoosh—"

Aside from the whistling of the cold wind, there was no other sound in the air.

"Su, su—"

As the blurry shadow walked closer, the sound of footsteps on the snow became louder. Some members of the caravan had already revealed the sharp blades hidden in their clothes, waiting only for an order to rush forward and stab this guy who was "playing god" in the middle of the night.

Finally, the blurry shadow reached a distance close enough to expose his entire body to the caravan leader's sight.

This was a burly man exuding an aura of slaughter.

The man wore a distinctive gray kimono, and his browless, rugged face appeared extremely fierce. In the chilling night, the man looked like an evil ghost come from hell to claim a life.

Kaguya Yuta scanned the caravan before him, looking at the murderous eyes of everyone in the caravan. The corners of his mouth curled into a long, narrow arc. This smile did not make him look any kinder; instead, it filled his already rugged face with a terrifying murderous intent.

Because he knew he had come to the right place.

Truth be told, it had been a long time since he had had a good, thorough slaughter.

Thinking of this, Kaguya Yuta simply asked the hundred-plus people before him.

"Speak, how do you want to die?"

As his words fell, both sides completely tore off their masks.

"Attack, kill him!"

The leader of the caravan also revealed his true colors, ordering his subordinates behind him.

Earth Style: Multiple Thorn Rock Spears!

Immediately, more than a dozen members who had been prepared on the sidelines joined forces to release a large-scale Earth Style technique.

"Well, not bad."

"This is more like it."

Seeing this, Kaguya Yuta laughed even more crazily, the bones all over his body piercing through his skin and waving continuously in the air.

The next second, the figure of the murder ghost disappeared into the night, and then a splash of scarlet splattered among the caravan members.

For a killing machine like Kaguya Yuta, the night was simply the best assistant.

But compared to the freezing weather of the Land of Frost at night, it was still a minor matter.

Bunya tightened the cotton coat on his body. Although the temperature difference between day and night in the Land of Earth was also very large, and the nights were relatively cold.

The cotton coat on his body looked extremely ill-fitting, as if a dress from a Barbie doll had been squeezed onto his fingers. This piece of clothing, which was clearly a bit tight, looked extremely uncomfortable on Bunya's burly frame.

But there was no other way; the tens of thousands of troops on the front line were still waiting for the supplies Bunya was transporting.

In order to speed up as much as possible, Bunya didn't even have time to find a cotton coat that fit him. ===== CHAPTER 547 =====