Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 169 Using the Japanese Pirates' Money to Cut Off Their Heads (2)

The night sky was deep and dark.

Deep rain clouds gathered on the horizon, enveloping Ningping County. The night breeze was a bit chilly, and Song Yan was wearing a cloak.

It's probably going to rain again.

However, this time, the rainfall should not be too heavy; at least, it shouldn't be as torrential as the last time.

A few flickering flames provided a faint light in place of the moon, and the torches, scattered haphazardly, cast crisscrossing shadows on the ground.

It was still Horikawa Sousuke. The fierceness and cruelty he had shown when he tortured the women a few days ago were gone from his face. His face was full of fawning smiles, like a legendary lackey. Even when he was still some distance away from Song Yan, his waist was already bent over.

The phrase "bowing and scraping" perfectly describes Horikawa Sousuke.

His somewhat cloudy eyes glanced at Song Yan's side and noticed that, in addition to the little beauty from last time, there were three more beautiful women.

The two were a bit older; one was voluptuous and curvaceous, while the other was petite yet exuded a mature allure. The last one, though not as beautiful as the others, inexplicably drew his attention.

Gudong.

Horikawa Sousuke swallowed hard, his heart filled with jealousy. That damned Song Yan, he actually has so many beautiful women.

Mine, all mine.

After I cut off your head, I'll definitely kidnap all these women and take them to Snake Island. As the top strategist of Snake Island, getting a few from Hirata Taro shouldn't be a problem. Thinking this, his smile became even more obsequious: "Lord Song, as agreed, the goods have arrived. Would you like to inspect them?"

Song Yan tightened his cloak, glanced at the boxes on the shore, and nodded.

Horikawa Sousuke waved his hand, and his men quickly opened the boxes.

Under the firelight, patches of silvery white immediately caught everyone's eye.

Clearly, Japan did not have the means to smelt silver, so the contents of these boxes were basically still in the same state as when they were robbed.

There were boxes of flat silver coins.

There are ingots of gold that are fascinating.

There were even boxes of gold and silver utensils and jewelry.

It seems that these people really brought out all their best stuff in order to raise 300,000 taels of silver. Song Yan even saw a box of antiques and calligraphy.

He wasn't an expert in this area, but just by looking at the paintings, calligraphy, and porcelain, he could roughly guess that these things were quite old. If they were to find the right person, they would probably be more valuable than gold and silver.

Even though Song Yan had seen many storms, he still couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his chest.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, as you know, Japan is poor and simply cannot afford that much silver. I can only use some other things as a substitute. I hope you won't mind," Horikawa Sousuke said ingratiatingly.

Song Yan's lips seemed to twitch, occasionally curling upwards. Horikawa Sousuke interpreted this as displeasure, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Although they planned to chop off Song Yan's head, they hadn't done it yet.
Even now, Song Yan is still the same butcher who burned down thousands of Japanese pirates; that sense of oppression is still quite terrifying.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The pressure is mounting.

Just as Horikawa Sousuke was about to dogeza (bow down) in reverence, Song Yan suddenly grinned and said, "These things are indeed worthless."

"However, since we're good brothers, I'll give you that face."

call.

Horikawa Sousuke let out a heavy sigh of relief, the pressure in his chest finally dissipating.

Quietly wiping the sweat from his forehead, Horikawa Sousuke said with a pale face, "Thank you, Your Excellency, thank you, Your Excellency."

"Furthermore, please be prepared, Your Excellency. According to information brought by our spies, a group of Japanese pirates is planning to attack Ningping. The leader is named Hirata Taro, and his brothers are in that Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

As he spoke, Horikawa Sousuke secretly glanced up at the Jingguan in the distance. In the darkness, there were three dark shadows that sent chills down his spine.

"Hirata Taro is extremely strong. He's here specifically to avenge his brother, so you must be careful. However, if you can take care of him this time, you'll never have to worry about being retaliated against again."

Song Yan smiled and patted Horikawa Sousuke on the shoulder: "What time?"

"Seven days later."

"how many people?"

"Three thousand, but they are all elites."

Upon hearing that it was only three thousand, Song Yan's expression immediately turned disdainful.

"Elite? I'm going to take on the elite. Don't worry, this time I'll make sure they don't come back alive." "It's still better to be careful, sir. You should bring more men with you," Horikawa Sousuke advised.

"Five hundred is enough. My wolf-brush soldiers are invincible."

Horikawa Sousuke knew from Song Yan's expression that the plan had succeeded.

Song Yan was clearly blinded by his previous victory and didn't take the Japanese pirates seriously at all. He even regarded the heads of the three thousand Japanese pirates as a merit for his promotion.

idiot.

He had no idea it wasn't three thousand, but twenty thousand.

With 20,000 against 500, the advantage lies with me.

Thinking smugly to himself, Horikawa Sousuke bowed to Song Yan again before leading his men in retreat.

Only after all the Japanese pirates had disappeared from the sea did Song Yan wave his hand and say, "Take ten boxes of silver to the training ground."

A group of guards immediately appeared behind them, lifted the boxes, and placed them on the carriage.

"Young master, leave those boxes of things to me." Yang Siyao said softly, pointing to the antiques and calligraphy and paintings.

This was a small matter, and Song Yan nodded in agreement.

……

late at night.

Training ground.

Silence reigned.

Bang Bang Bang Bang...

Suddenly, the piercing sound of gongs and drums broke the silence of the night, and the soldiers who had been sleeping soundly all day, exhausted from their work, abruptly sat up and crawled out of their blankets.

They quickly donned their armor, grabbed their weapons, and strapped on their boots, their movements practiced to perfection, clearly the result of countless nights of rigorous training over the past few months. They expected another nighttime drill, but upon arriving at the training ground, they were surprised to find the situation quite different from what they had imagined.

Torches were lit all around.

Directly in front of the training ground was a high platform, upon which sat several figures. In the very center stood Song Yan, the hero of Ningping County. Beside Song Yan was Luo Tianyang, the third young master of the Luo family.

In front of the two men were ten boxes.

Looking at the neat ranks in front of him, Song Yan was quite satisfied. These soldiers already had the beginnings of an elite force; all they lacked was... blood.

The moment their bodies are covered in blood, they will be invincible.

A glance swept across the room, and on the far left was the reconnaissance soldier.

The captain was Ma Han, a former bandit.

His soldiers were mostly mountain hunters, skilled at exploration and tracking.

In the middle of the left is the first squad of heavily armored soldiers, led by the refugee Wang Chao. This man is born with superhuman strength and can tear tigers and leopards apart. Wearing heavy armor, he is practically a human tank and an absolute expert in charging into battle. His soldiers are mostly the strongest among the refugees, and after several months of training and nourishment, they are now even more robust.

In the middle of the right side is the Second Heavy Infantry Company, led by Lei Yi, a former border general. In terms of physique alone, he is slightly inferior to Wang Chao, but his years of fighting on the border have given him an aura that Wang Chao cannot match. His soldiers are mostly former border troops, making them the fiercest group of all the soldiers.

On the far right is the Third Heavy Armored Squad, led by Captain Zhu Junchen, a former leader of the Five Hundred Veterans. In addition to the Five Hundred Veterans, his troops also include a large number of civilians from Songzhou who have joined the army.

At the very back were the remaining Japanese soldiers who had not yet completed their armor-wearing. Although they were not as formidable as the four squads in the front row, they were not to be underestimated.

There were only seven thousand men, but Song Yan had a feeling that if these seven thousand men encountered other Ning Kingdom armies, they could easily defeat even an enemy force of ten or twenty thousand.

He pursed his lips and spread his arms wide: "Brothers, the opportunity to make money has arrived."

His very words carried the air of a bandit chief.

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of guards quickly opened the ten boxes, and then a blinding silver light appeared.

"The Japanese pirates are coming."

"The time to kill has come."

"A head, a tael of silver, with no upper limit!"

(End of this chapter)