Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 171 What is that? (Bonus chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
The first person to step out of the ship was Masao Kamejima.

This is an extremely crazy guy.

The plan was crude yet went incredibly smoothly. Even they would have noticed something amiss, but... the risks and rewards were far too great for them to be willing to take such danger.

That's the wealth of the entire Ningping County! How much silver? How many copper coins? And how many beautiful women?

Slaughter, bloodshed, and cries of agony!
They believed it would be an unprecedented feast.

The Duke's Mansion.

The eldest princess's mansion.

What would we gain if we could take these two places? What an honor it would be to abduct the eldest princess of Ning Kingdom! I'm afraid all the pirates in the entire ocean would cast envious and admiring glances our way.

They weren't capitalists, but they were just as crazy. After all, they lived a life of constant danger, living on the high seas. They were used to adventure, and if there was even the slightest possibility, they were willing to set sail, brandish their scimitars, shout loudly, and charge toward their target.

Even death is nothing more than returning to the embrace of the ocean.

And Masao Kamejima was the most insane of all the Japanese pirates.

He volunteered to take the lead, and behind him came the sound of dense footsteps as more and more members gathered. The smile on his face became increasingly distorted.

Swish!
The scimitar was drawn.

The gleaming blade was already pointing towards the bright moon overhead.

"set off!"

Accompanied by a dense sound of footsteps, swarms of Japanese pirates began to gather in the direction of Ningping County. Looking at the bows, crossbows and Japanese swords in his hands, he was full of confidence. Hirata Taro was a generous fellow. Perhaps for Hirata Taro, the desire for revenge had surpassed everything. He even took out some weapons from the Snake Island stockpile.

While it wasn't enough to arm everyone, it significantly boosted their own combat strength. In Kamejima Masao's eyes, this was actually an extremely foolish act; he himself would never have done such a thing.

He didn't bring many men, only about three thousand. According to the plan, Song Yan would set up an ambush in the area between the coast and Ningping. Deep down, he had a strong urge to confront Song Yan face to face.

So what if it's a wolf-tooth spear?

It's just a bamboo stalk.

They had already figured out how to deal with this weapon: fire. How simple! Just burn the wolf-tooth spear with fire, and the threat would naturally disappear, wouldn't it? Well, actually, hitting the bamboo is not an easy task, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that they will eventually win. After all, they have an absolute advantage in numbers. Apart from a very small number of Japanese pirates who stayed on the island, the three major groups of pirates have gathered a total of 20,000 people.

Song Yan can only use five hundred units of power.

With 20,000 against 500, he simply couldn't figure out how he could possibly lose this war.

Of course, although Masao Kamejima was irritable, he wasn't brainless. After advancing a short distance, he waved his hand to stop everyone and then arranged for some fast-moving people to go ahead and gather information.

After waiting for nearly an hour, the first scout reappeared before him, his face full of excitement and his eyes gleaming with greed: "Boss, there is indeed a group of people hiding in the grass about five miles ahead."

"How many are there? Is it five hundred?"

"Not just five hundred, at least a thousand."

Kamejima Masao couldn't help but curse inwardly. Those despicable Central Plains people were truly shameless. They had agreed on only five hundred, but they had secretly arranged for a thousand.

Bah, shameless.

As for himself, he hadn't even thought about the fact that the agreed-upon three thousand had become twenty thousand.

Although the opponent has more people than expected, we still have the advantage if a fight breaks out, so there's nothing to worry about.

Just to be on the safe side, Masao Kamejima waited a little longer. All the spies returned, bringing roughly the same news; apart from that, there was no one to be seen in the vast area within several miles.

As for Ningping County, its gates were tightly closed, and hundreds of soldiers and constables were stationed on the city walls. Clearly, Song Yan had contacted the magistrate of Ningping County and borrowed some men from the imperial court, which explains why five hundred had become one thousand. The soldiers and constables stationed on the city walls were likely there as a second layer of defense, in case Song Yan's forces failed.

Kamejima Masao felt even more at ease. Song Yan clearly didn't know the true strength of his side. If he knew he was going to face 20,000 enemies, even if Song Yan was very brave, he would probably have fled in a sorry state.

"Go back and inform Hirata Taro and Furukawa Masanori that I will lead men to keep Song Yan occupied. Tell them to catch up quickly and not give Song Yan a chance to escape."

Another scout was dispatched to deliver the message. Kamejima Masao once again led his men forward. Although arrogant, Kamejima Masao calmed down when the time came. Under Kamejima Masao's orders, everyone deliberately slowed down and lowered their pace. The figures moved silently forward like ghosts walking in the night.

If he could launch a sneak attack, he was prepared to do so.

The distance gradually closed.

Just as they were about to enter the attack range, several figures suddenly stood up a hundred meters ahead, as if they had appeared out of thin air in front of Masao Kamejima.

Hundreds and thousands of figures were arranged in neat square formations, like stiff puppets, motionless.

For some reason, Masao Kamejima felt a little flustered.

However, he could also tell that the other side's numbers were not many.

Looking at his three thousand brothers behind him, and gripping the cold katana in his hand, courage rekindled in his heart. He didn't need to annihilate all one thousand men; he just needed to hold them off. With this thought, Kamejima Masao felt reassured and brandished his scimitar: "Attack!"

In the next instant, the three thousand Japanese soldiers almost simultaneously let out excited howls, like a troop of monkeys in the jungle, completely without any formation, a chaotic mass like rolling black clouds, and rushed forward.

A hundred meters is not a long distance, and it didn't take long for them to pass the halfway mark. Just then, the hundreds of Japanese soldiers at the rear stopped at the same time. Instead of continuing their attack, they took out their longbows from their backs.

Immediately afterwards, the torches were lit.

Rockets tore through the air one after another, falling like a dense swarm of meteors.

This scene made Masao Kamejima's ugly face turn smug. This fire was enough to burn all of the opponent's wolf-tooth spear, thus eliminating the biggest threat.

Instinctively, pairs of eyes followed the firelight in mid-air.

Although the firelight was faint, when hundreds of firelights appeared at the same time, a large area in front of us became bright.

Kamejima Masao's gaze quickly fell upon the crowd ahead; he was eager to see who this Song Yan was. He'd heard he was just a sixteen-year-old boy, yet he had become the greatest threat to tens of thousands of Japanese pirates.

Then... Masao Kamejima saw a dazzling metallic gleam.

what is that?
Kamejima Masao was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt appearing in his mind. At that moment, a dense rain of arrows descended simultaneously.

Countless Japanese people were already grinning, as if they wanted to let out a wild laugh.

The next moment...

Ding~ Ding~ Ding~ Ding!
The piercing sound of metal clashing drilled into everyone's ears.

The imagined scene of the people of the Central Plains being set ablaze did not materialize.

One rocket after another fell limply to the ground, their flames instantly extinguished as the metallic boots stepped on them.

In an instant, Masao Kamejima felt a chill run down his spine and spread throughout his body. The intense fear even caused his face to be covered in a dense layer of small bumps.

Oops!

They are heavily armored soldiers!

(End of this chapter)