The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 520 No Reason

Husband fights with courage.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

When the Japanese soldiers rushed up the cliff, they saw Qi Jiguang, who should have been dead, leading the Qi Family Army and the Dengzhou Guards to attack. They still had the courage to fight.

While Qi Jiguang's army was cutting through and charging through the battlefield, they at least knew that there were reinforcements climbing the cliff behind them, outstanding generals, and Tanaka Shinbei ready to strike at any time, so they were still able to maintain their fighting spirit.

But when Tanaka Shinbei's divinely inspired crescent-shaped blade was easily severed and his head was smashed through with a single punch—defeat finally began to take shape.

The young Japanese man stood there, watching Li Miao disgustedly scrape the head off his arm and shake off the yellowish-white substance from his clothes, his mind blank.

It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this.

The military preparedness of the Great Shuo was in a state of disrepair.

The martial arts world in the Central Plains is exhausted.

The three daimyo assembled several thousand elite troops, plotted for months, and thoroughly investigated the Dengzhou Guard, even bribing its commander. For added security, they even brought in villains like Tanaka Shinbei to provide support. They had also ascertained the whereabouts and strength of the Celestial Realm experts from surrounding major sects.

Planning, strength, martial arts skills, preparation.

Everything was planned in advance, and everything had to be foolproof.

But, why?
Why does this happen?

My vision went out of focus, and the sounds around me suddenly faded into the distance.

He suddenly remembered something.

Two months ago, he sent people to exterminate Qi Jiguang's entire family, attempting to divert Qi Jiguang away or disrupt his mind. This was originally just a casual move.

But this seemingly insignificant move has led to a host of unforeseen events.

In Huangfu, Fukang County, a Sword Saint mysteriously disappeared; the Dayan Hall, a sect they had finally discovered that might possess the inheritance of witchcraft, was inexplicably wiped out before he arrived, and even Fujiwara-kun was killed there.

After confirming that these events were related to the soldier who had escaped from Qi Jiguang's hometown, he sensed something was amiss and deliberately transferred more samurai and Tanaka Shinbei from Japan in an attempt to completely eliminate the risk.

Looking back now, all of these things actually happened to one person—who remained out of sight at all, yet orchestrated everything.

Including today.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Go away!"

"Jump! Jump!"

The sound suddenly drew closer and became clearer.

The young Japanese are once again focusing their attention.

But he didn't move.

Because everything is over.

His personal guards, who were flanking him, were using their scabbards to push away the Japanese soldiers who were crowding towards them, but to little avail.

Several guards drew their swords and killed a few deserters in an attempt to stop the rout, but in the next instant, blades appeared out of nowhere and pierced their bodies.

Qi Jiguang's army had already broken through the enemy lines horizontally and was turning to rush towards him. The soldiers of Dengzhou Guard poured in through the gap created by Qi Jiguang's army, using their shields to squeeze the separated Japanese soldiers in the middle, and thrusting their blades through the gaps in the shields.

More Japanese soldiers broke away from the battle line that intersected with Dengzhouwei and fled towards the cliff.

However, just as the crowd surged, it suddenly split in the middle.

In the center of the battlefield, a tall figure slowly walked towards him, carrying the mangled corpse of Tanaka Shinbei.

He appeared casual and walked with a languid gait.

But it was like a reef, splitting the crowd in two.

The young Japanese man opened his mouth.

He still wanted to salvage something.

Perhaps we should seek peace?

Perhaps he could use his reputation to stop the rout and try to fight his way back?

Or perhaps they would turn and flee, preserving a sliver of hope for their own survival?
My emotions fluctuated, but they were all rejected one by one.

A wry smile appeared on his face.

It's pointless. Not to mention that the two sides' military strengths are already similar, as long as the man walking towards you is still on the battlefield, your life will always be in his hands, and your morale will never be restored.

"You may leave," he said in a deep voice to his personal guards.

"Your Highness!"

The guards were stunned for a moment, then their faces turned red.

"Go, I don't need my subordinates to die with me."

The young Japanese man said.

"My pride will not allow me to make an ugly struggle."

"Therefore, gentlemen, His Majesty the Emperor still needs you... Let's go quickly."

His personal guards had tears in their eyes, but out of obedience to him, they could only slowly turn around and prepare to merge into the crowd and rush down the cliff.

The next moment.

Did I say you could leave?

Li Miao, who had already walked a zhang away, suddenly tilted his head, raised his hand and grabbed a Japanese sword from the ground, and then swung it fiercely!
Bang!
The blade, forged from high-quality steel, shattered into pieces mid-air before raining down on the crowd.

The young Japanese man stood frozen in place.

Blood splattered on his face, corpses fell at his feet, and his personal guards, whom he had trained and raised with his own hands, fell like wheat.

"Your Highness..."

Ahead, a young bodyguard whose lung had been pierced by a shard of a blade, yet who had not yet died, struggled to lift his head and look at him.

"quick--"

Before he could finish speaking, a boot stepped on his head, slowly burying it into the ground. He instinctively struggled, then convulsed a few times before falling silent.

What should have been a tragic scene turned into something else entirely for Li Miao, as if he had stepped on something dirty.

"Tsk."

He rubbed his boots against his head.

The young Japanese man could barely make a face; he felt as if something cold had extended from Li Miao's body, burrowed into him, and gripped his heart tightly.

"Why, Your Excellency?"

Watching Li Miao wipe his personal guard's boots on his head, he forced himself to ask.

"Ok?"

Li Miao didn't look up, rubbed against the wall a few more times, and then answered.

"what why?"

He glanced around and then at the corpses of his personal guards at his feet.

"Oh...you mean all this?"

He raised his hand and threw Tanaka Shinbei's body at the young Japanese man's feet.

"and this?"

"There's no reason why. You got bedbugs in your house, shouldn't you have killed them? When you killed them, some of their blood got on the soles of your shoes, shouldn't you have wiped it off?"

"You're strange. I should be the one asking you why."

Li Miao slowly walked to the young Japanese man's side, grabbed his head with one hand, lifted him up without any respect, and forcibly turned him around.

"Look."

He pointed to the cliff face in front of him.

Countless Japanese soldiers were crammed on the edge of the cliff, screaming in agony as they were hacked down by the pursuing Qi family army and Dengzhou garrison soldiers, while hesitatingly jumping down.

But this cliff face is not a gentle slope.

Then screams came from the bottom of the cliff, mixed with the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground and into the water, echoing up from below.

"This is what will happen to you when you come to the Central Plains."

"Now it's my turn to ask, why did you come to the Central Plains?"

The fingers gripping his head suddenly tightened, almost digging into his skull.

"Yes, are you tired of living?"

(End of this chapter)