Naruto's civilian cannon fodder starts with the three-body technique

Chapter 308 Take action with all your strength
"Yes, sir!" The ninja who gave the order rushed off.

The entire Konoha camp instantly sprang into action, operating at high speed like the most sophisticated war machine.

As the bugle sounded, the various squads quickly assembled. The sounds of ninja tools clashing, hurried footsteps, and the captains' brief commands mingled together, creating an atmosphere of grim tension and impending battle.

Hatake Sagumo looked at the well-trained and efficient Konoha ninja army in front of him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

This battle-hardened ninja unit truly demonstrated a level of discipline and operational capability far exceeding that of ordinary Konoha ninja.

Sasuke Unno, on the other hand, seemed confident, indicating that this was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

In reality, after reorganizing the Iron Wall Legion, he had been working on and refining his battle plan against the Sunagakure Oasis base, especially against the perfect Jinchūriki, Monk Bunpuku.

How to suppress Shukaku's sandstorm power? How to use the characteristics of the Five Elements Combined Ninjutsu to break the formation? How to divide, surround, and annihilate those eight hundred Sand Ninja? He had already simulated each step countless times on the sand table and undergone targeted training.

“Senior Sagumo,” Sasuke Umino looked at Sagumo Hatake and said in a deep voice, “The key to this battle lies with Monk Bunpuku. Once he transforms into a tailed beast, his destructive power in the desert will be immeasurable.”

My plan is to personally lead the two combined ninjutsu battalions of Kaze and Tochi to suppress Shukaku's power head-on, and use the scale advantage of the combined ninjutsu to forcibly offset its home-field advantage!

At the same time, I need your strength, senior, to act as Konoha's spearhead, penetrating the core of the Sand Village's formation and creating an opening. Only in this way can we end the battle with minimal losses and maximum speed!

Upon hearing this, Hatake Sagumo's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He understood what Umino Sasuke meant: he wanted him to unleash his strongest swordsmanship to break through the Sand Ninja formation and create an opening for the subsequent troops!
He nodded without hesitation, the white fang dagger humming softly in its sheath: "No problem! Monk Fenfu is yours to handle. As for breaking the formation, who else but me!"

"Alright!" Sasuke Umino exclaimed confidently. "With your words, senior, victory is assured! Let's go!"

With a command from Umino Sasuke, the fully equipped Iron Wall Legion surged forth from their camp like a flood bursting its banks, raising clouds of dust as they headed straight for the oasis where Sunagakure was based.

Moreover, their marching speed was extremely fast. By the time Sunagakure received complete intelligence, the Iron Wall Legion was already less than thirty miles away from them.

At the same time, the news of the complete annihilation of Elder Chiyo's puppet army reached the Sunagakure Oasis defense line like a bolt from the blue, plunging the entire camp into a deathly silence of panic.

"What?! Elder Chiyo's puppet army is gone?"

"How is that possible?! Those are the most elite forces of our Sunagakure!"

"The White Blood Demon! It's that White Blood Demon again!"

"It's over, it's all over now..."

Whispers of despair spread like a plague throughout the camp.

Chiyo's puppet army was the most important strategic deterrent force of Sunagakure on the front line of the Land of Rivers, and a spiritual pillar for countless Sunagakure ninja. Its destruction not only brought huge losses in combat power, but also a devastating blow to morale!

Panic gripped the entire oasis like a dark cloud. Many Sand Ninjas looked terrified, their hands trembling as they gripped their kunai. Their eyes were filled with uncertainty and fear about the future. They could almost see the Leaf Village army marching across the yellow sand and razing this frontline stronghold to the ground.

Just then, a loud and authoritative voice rang out, forcefully silencing the chaos in the camp: "Shut up, all of you! What's all the panic about!"

The newly appointed frontline commander, Sandstorm Peak, strode onto the central platform of the camp. He was burly, with a face etched with the fortitude of wind and sand, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's. As one of the few remaining elite Jonin of Sunagakure, he was urgently appointed to replace Ebizo as the frontline commander to stabilize the critical situation.

"Look at the state of you all! Do you still resemble Sunagakure ninjas?!" Sunagakure's voice boomed like thunder as he surveyed his panicked subordinates below. "The enemy hasn't even arrived, and you've already collapsed? Elder Chiyo's troops are elite, but are we not elite too?!"

His voice suddenly rose, and he roared with an almost fanatical confidence: "Which of our eight hundred warriors stationed here is not a veteran of countless battles, which one of us did not crawl out of the purgatory of blood and fire? So what if those pampered guys in Konoha have more people? In this desert, one of us can take on two of them!"

Then, he paused deliberately, letting his words settle in the hearts of the Sand Ninja, before suddenly pointing towards the quiet temple deep within the camp, his voice rising abruptly and becoming highly inflammatory.

"Moreover, we also have Master Bunfuku, who is the perfect 'monk' and the most perfect vessel for a fish. In this endless sea of ​​sand, Master Bunfuku's power is invincible!"

Just think about it! This area is all yellow sand for miles around. To what extent will Lord Shukaku's power be amplified here?! Even if Konoha brings the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki here, they might not be able to gain any advantage in this desert home ground, let alone the fact that they only brought a mere two thousand people.

Master Bunpuku alone is enough to rival a thousand troops, and with our eight hundred of the bravest warriors from Sunagakure, we not only have a force no weaker than theirs, but we also hold an absolute advantage in terrain.

All we need to do is hold our initial offensive, let Master Bunpuku unleash his true power, repel Konoha's first wave of attacks, and wear down their morale...

When Konoha returns empty-handed, this hundred-mile stretch of yellow sand will become a bloody path for Konoha ninja!
We could even pursue them and bury them all in this sea of ​​death, avenging the puppet army, Lord Ebizo, and our fallen comrades!

Sandstorm Mountain waved his arms vigorously, constantly encouraging the Sand Ninja and gradually dispelling their fear.
Although his words were strongly encouraging, the core message rekindled a glimmer of hope in the hearts of many Sand Village ninja. Indeed, the vast desert was the One-Tailed Beast's home ground. If Master Bunpuku stopped holding back as before and instead unleashed his full power, the terrifying scene was enough to send shivers down one's spine just to think about it.

One man can defeat a thousand soldiers—this is no exaggeration!

Morale stabilized somewhat, but Sha Baoyue knew that the most crucial link had not yet been finalized. He arranged the defense work and then strode toward the simple temple in the center of the camp, which enshrined the monk Fenfu.

Pushing open the simple wooden door, a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of wind and sand wafts out.

Monk Fenfu was still wearing his worn-out robe, sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, his hands twirling prayer beads, his face compassionate and serene, as if the clamor of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

"Master!" Suna Gaku walked up to Bunpuku, bowed deeply, and said in a heavy and urgent tone, "Master, Sunagakure is at a critical juncture of life and death!"

He raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and pleading: "The puppet troops directly under Elder Chiyo, our last strategic force in Sunagakure, were completely annihilated yesterday by the White Blood Demon and the White Fang of Konoha! Now, Lord Ebizo and the Sand Iron Lady are dead, Elder Chiyo is seriously injured and has fled, and the elite forces that our Sunagakure has accumulated over decades have been almost completely wiped out!"

The monk Fenfu paused slightly as he twirled his prayer beads.

Sandstorm Mountain's voice was choked with sobs and despair: "That's not all. Not long ago, that demon, the White Blood Demon, used despicable means to kill more than two thousand of our Sand Ninja compatriots! Furthermore, he and Konoha's White Fang penetrated deep into our country's territory, destroyed oases, colluded with sand bandits to incite riots, and harmed the people of our Land of Wind, leaving countless people displaced and suffering everywhere! Master, you already know all of this, don't you?"

"Amitabha." Monk Fenfu lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with compassion.

Sandstorm Mountain stepped forward, his voice almost pleading, "Now, Konoha's Iron Wall Legion is attacking in full force, their target being our defensive line. Master, Sunagakure is truly on the brink of collapse, and the Land of Wind is also facing a life-or-death crisis. If we lose this battle again, and Konoha's ninja army advances unimpeded, the Land of Wind may truly be destroyed!"

"Amitabha……"

A long and heavy Buddhist chant was uttered once again from Fenfu's mouth.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which had been filled with compassion and wisdom, were now filled with struggle and pain.

He looked at the despair and pleading in Sandstorm Mountain's eyes, and at the suppressed fear emanating from the Sand Ninja outside the door.

The Land of Wind is the homeland that gave him birth and nurtured him.

He could not stand by and watch as the simple, honest people struggling to survive in the desert were completely consumed by the flames of war.

"I understand."

The monk Fenfu's voice was unusually hoarse, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds. "In this battle, I will do my best to defend the oasis and prevent the Konoha ninjas from advancing an inch." He paused and looked at Sandstorm Peak: "As for the pursuit, I will leave that to you, benefactor."

There was a hint of weariness in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Sandstorm Gaku was overjoyed. As long as Master Bunpuku was willing to go all out, there would be no problem in protecting the oasis. As for pursuing the Konoha ninja, that was the latter part of the plan and should not be forced now.

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. With your words, we Sand Ninja will fight to the death!"

The storm quickly passed, and efforts continued to be made to strengthen defenses.

The temple returned to silence.

Monk Fenfu closed his eyes, his face filled with pain and struggle. In the space of his consciousness, a giant Shukaku lay lazily, its tail idly slapping the illusory sand.

"Hey, little monk."

Shukaku's deep, playful voice echoed in Bunpuku's mind, "That despicable Sand Villager is clearly using you. Talking about destroying the country and village is just alarmist talk. Besides, those Sand Villagers, they're dead, so what? What does it have to do with us? Now that Konoha is attacking, we can just leave, find a quiet place, bask in the sun, and sleep. Isn't that great? Why risk your life for those guys who locked you up?"

The monk Fenfu's consciousness manifested in the consciousness space, bowing deeply to the enormous Shukaku, his voice filled with remorse: "Amitabha... The Land of Wind is my homeland. Those people struggling to survive in the desert are innocent. I cannot stand by and watch the flames of war spread to the heart of the Land of Wind, burning their homes. This time, I'm afraid I will have to break my promise again. I apologize, for making you tainted with bloodshed once more..."

"Hmph!" Shukaku snorted, scratching his belly with his huge claws. Surprisingly, his tone wasn't angry at all, but rather carried a hint of awkward concern: "So annoying, all you do is apologize. Little monk, you're just too soft-hearted. Fine, fine, considering how pitiful you are, I'll reluctantly help you this once. I've been feeling pent up, so I'm going to stretch my muscles. As for killing, hmph, I don't care!"

“Amitabha…” Monk Fenfu’s consciousness bowed deeply once again, his guilt towards Shouhe growing even stronger.

Throughout his life, he cultivated himself and strived to avoid committing acts of killing, unwilling to let Shukaku be stained with blood because of him.

But now, in order to protect the Land of Wind, he has to go against his own heart time and time again, dragging Shukaku into a vortex of slaughter.

This inner torment disturbed his Buddhist faith more than any temptation.

Just as Monk Fenfu was struggling with his inner turmoil, a dull tremor came from the earth!
boom! boom! boom!
Like the beating of war drums, it grew clearer and more intense as it approached, accompanied by a surge of chakra waves as powerful as the ocean tide, and a suffocating aura of killing intent!

"Report——"

A Sand Village scout scrambled into the camp, his voice distorted with extreme fear: "The Leaf Village Iron Wall Army has reached the outskirts of the oasis! They've split into three groups, surrounding the oasis on the east, south, and north sides, leaving only a small gap on the north!"

"Surrounded on three sides, but missing one?!" Sandstorm Mountain rushed to the lookout post at the edge of the camp, looking at the Konoha ninja surging like a tide on the distant horizon, a mocking sneer on his face, "What a big appetite! White Blood Demon, you really think you can take us down? You're just delusional!"

Then, he turned around abruptly and roared at the Sand Ninja who were on high alert but still couldn't hide their tension: "Did you all see that? The Konoha ninjas want to annihilate us, but they forgot whose home ground this is! With Master Bunpuku here, their encirclement is digging their own grave. Hold your ground, let them attack, and when they are battered and bruised and exhausted, that will be the time for us to counterattack and bury them in this sea of ​​sand!"

He looked towards the temple again, silently praying, "Master, everything depends on you!"

The Sand Village Oasis base, like an isolated island in the desert, is about to face its fiercest attack, surrounded on three sides by the Konoha Iron Wall Army.

Seeing the dark mass of figures on the distant horizon, panic spread through the hearts of every Sand Village ninja within the Sand Village oasis base.

When they saw the white figure at the forefront of the Konoha Iron Wall Legion, their panic reached its peak.

"It's the White Blood Demon! He's right at the very front of the mid lane!"

"That demon, he's back again!"

"It was him! He wiped out Elder Ebizo's puppet army with a single forbidden technique!"

"Moreover, I heard that he was also responsible for that river flooding trap in the southern part of the Land of Rivers, which drowned several hundred of our brothers!"

"The most terrifying thing is that last month, two thousand of our Sand Ninja comrades were blown to smithereens by him using some kind of forbidden magic technique! Two thousand people! My childhood friend from next door was among them!"

"He also killed Elder Ebizo, Lord Sa Tetsuran, and Lord Ruri-tama, who were top-tier experts in our Sunagakure!"

"We're doomed! How could we possibly defeat this monster?!"

Desperate murmurs rang out within the Sand Ninja lines.

The name "White Blood Demon" is no longer a personal name among the lower-ranking ninjas of Sunagakure; rather, it is a terrifying symbol representing death and destruction.

Every time he appeared, it was accompanied by the annihilation of the Sand Village's elite forces and earth-shattering slaughter. Those tragic battle reports and the cries of those who lost their loved ones all turned into a chilling fear that eroded the very marrow of every Sand Village ninja.

They stared at the figure at the forefront of the Konoha army in the middle lane, a calm-looking man in a white combat suit, exuding an invisible pressure. Their eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred, but even more so with uncontrollable fear, as if that was not a person, but a monstrous beast that would devour its prey.

"Where is Master Fenfu?! Where is Master Fenfu?!" In despair, someone shouted hoarsely, as if grasping at the last straw.

Just then, the wooden door of the simple temple deep in the camp creaked open.

Under the gaze of countless eyes filled with despair, hope, and fear, Monk Fenfu slowly walked out.

He was still wearing that faded, patched, old monk's robe. He was thin and staggered, a stark contrast to the thousands of Konoha soldiers in the distance, exuding murderous intent and displaying great military might.

Instead of heading towards the Sand Ninja's defensive line, he went straight to the open sandy area in front of the camp, eventually stopping a few hundred meters away from the camp's defensive line.

He stood there all alone, facing the Konoha army that was pressing in from the center like a torrent of steel.

A lone figure, clad in a monk's robe, stands atop the yellow sands, facing a vast army.

This scene is filled with an indescribable sense of tragedy and loneliness.

The Sand Ninja felt much more at ease looking at the small yet determined figure of Monk Bunpuku, as if they had grasped a glimmer of hope for survival.

Looking at the retreating figure of Monk Bunpuku, Suna Baoyue took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, and roared sharply: "Did you see that? Master Bunpuku has blocked the strongest enemy for us. With the master in the middle of Konoha, there is no chance of failure!"
Our mission is to hold the left and right flanks and absolutely prevent the Konoha ninjas from breaking through from the sides!

"Everyone, take your positions as planned! For Sunagakure, for the Land of Wind, fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

Inspired by the silhouette of Monk Bunfuku and encouraged by Sandstorm Peak, the Sand Ninja barely suppressed their fear and burst out with uneven but resolute shouts, quickly reinforcing the defensive fortifications on both sides.

The eight hundred Sand Ninja were now divided into two groups, guarding the left and right flanks of the oasis respectively, relying on the temporarily reinforced sand walls and traps, preparing to meet the attack from Konoha.

Their gazes, however, involuntarily drifted frequently towards the desolate sandy area in the middle, and the chilling white figure on the opposite side of the sand.

(End of this chapter)