At noon, the scorching sun baked the earth, and the smoke of battle on the battlefield was torn into cracks by the sunlight, as if foreshadowing the impending bloodshed.
The front line between Konoha and Sunagakure had already turned into a scene of carnage.
Under the leadership of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Konoha ninjas were in high spirits, fighting more bravely as they fought.
Hiruzen Sarutobi took the lead, wielding his Adamantine Staff, changing it at will, and using its crushing force to defeat the Sand ninjas who tried to resist, boosting the morale of the Konoha side.
"Kill!"
The Konoha ninjas roared deafeningly, charging towards the Sand ninjas' lines like a surging tide.
The light of various ninjutsu intertwined and shone, and the sounds of explosions, shouts of battle, and the clashing of weapons converged into a deadly symphony.
The Sand ninjas' defense line began to retreat steadily under Konoha's fierce attack, teetering on the verge of collapse.
However, outside this fierce front line, a ghostly team was quietly approaching.
It was the elite squad led by Sakumo Hatake.
Like leopards lurking in the shadows, they moved through the dense forest, avoiding the Sand ninjas' flank reconnaissance, their target being the rear of the Sand ninja army.
"Captain Hatake, when are we going to attack? The brothers can't wait any longer!" A squad member lowered his voice, his tone revealing barely suppressed excitement.
They yearned for victory, eager to end this brutal war with the weapons in their hands.
Sakumo Hatake shook his head, his eyes as calm as ice: "The main battlefield is in full swing, and the Sand ninjas' attention is all focused there."
"Charging straight in now, although it would catch them off guard, it would be difficult to inflict a fatal blow, and we might even be surrounded."
"Then we..." The squad members were somewhat puzzled.
Sakumo Hatake's lips curled up slightly, outlining a cold arc.
"We must be like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the Sand ninjas! Completely tearing apart their formation, so they can't attend to both ends!"
"Divide the formation?" Although the squad members didn't quite understand the specific tactics, they absolutely obeyed Sakumo Hatake's orders.
Sakumo Hatake took a deep breath, his sharp gaze sweeping across the battlefield.
"See over there? That is the weak point in the Sand ninjas' formation, with scattered forces and weak defenses. We will break through from there, cutting them in half like cutting tofu!"
The squad members looked in the direction he was pointing, and indeed found a subtle gap in the Sand ninjas' formation.
This gap might be insignificant to ordinary ninjas, but for a raid master like Sakumo Hatake, it was enough.
"Understood, Captain!" The squad members responded in unison, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.
Sakumo Hatake said no more, slowly drawing the short sword from his waist.
"Tear—"
Lightning instantly erupted on the blade, emitting a chilling crackling sound.
In the next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"Lightning Release: Body Flicker Technique!"
Like a ghost, Sakumo Hatake's figure appeared at the weak point in the Sand ninjas' formation.
The blade flashed, and thunder roared.
"Puchi! Puchi!"
The unsuspecting Sand ninjas didn't even have time to scream before being swallowed by the lightning and turned into charcoal.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Only then did the Sand ninjas react, and terrified shouts rose one after another.
But, it was too late.
Sakumo Hatake's squad, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, charged into the Sand ninjas' formation with overwhelming force.
Wherever they passed, flesh and blood flew, and screams rang out.
The Sand ninjas' formation was instantly torn open.
Immediately afterwards, the gap quickly widened, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand, completely dividing the entire Sand ninja formation.
The Konoha ninjas also seized this fleeting opportunity.
Under the leadership of Hiruzen Sarutobi, they poured into the Sand ninjas' position like a flood that had burst its banks.
Divide, surround, annihilate!
On the front line, Hiruzen Sarutobi took the lead, charging at the forefront.
The Adamantine Staff in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, and every swing carried the force of thunder, smashing the surrounding Sand ninjas into mincemeat.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Wherever the Adamantine Staff passed, flesh and blood flew, and no one could stop it.
The Third Hokage's powerful strength was fully displayed at this moment.
He was the god on the battlefield, dominating everything.
The Sand ninja jonin, looking at the desperate scene before them, turned pale as paper.
Ebizo clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, while Chiyo closed her eyes slightly, seemingly unable to bear to watch the tragic scene any longer.
"It's over, it's all over."
They tried desperately to organize a counterattack, but it was all in vain.
Konoha's offensive was too fierce, their formation had been completely broken up, the soldiers were fighting on their own, and their morale had plummeted to the extreme.
"Are we really going to be defeated here?" Ebizo's voice was hoarse and trembling, full of unwillingness and despair.
Chiyo, as the Sand ninja elder, looked at the defeated Sand ninja soldiers on the battlefield, a deep sorrow revealed in her eyes.
She knew they had tried their best.
But war has never been transferred by personal will.
Chiyo slowly opened her mouth, her aged voice, carrying endless fatigue, echoing on the battlefield: "Stop, Hiruzen, we, admit defeat."
Although the voice was not loud, it clearly entered everyone's ears.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was slightly startled when he heard this, and turned his head to look.
He saw an old woman with a cane slowly walking out of the Sand ninja camp.
It was Chiyo, the consultant elder of the Sand ninja village, a wise woman who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Her appearance silenced all the Sand ninjas, their eyes fixed on her with complex emotions.
Chiyo slowly walked to the center of the battlefield, her back appearing hunched and tired.
Her eyes swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, many of which were familiar young faces, and a trace of pain and helplessness flashed in her eyes.
Taking a deep sigh, Chiyo used all her strength, her voice hoarse but firm, and said: "This war... our Sand ninja village has lost. We... are willing to admit defeat and request a truce."
Her slightly trembling hands tightly gripped the cane, as if it was her last support.
Chiyo's words, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in the hearts of the Sand ninjas.
They couldn't believe that their elder would take the initiative to admit defeat.
Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at Chiyo, was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Since that's the case, Konoha... accepts your surrender. Let's have a truce."
As Hiruzen Sarutobi's words fell, Konoha's attack also stopped.
The battlefield was dead silent.
Only the wind was still howling, as if playing the final elegy for the lost lives.
The months-long war between Konoha and Sunagakure finally came to an end.
Konoha achieved the final victory.
And the Sand ninjas had to swallow this bitter defeat.
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