Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 173 No One Will Live (2)

Blood had soaked the ground. These poor Japanese pirates finally understood what kind of enemy they faced. The pirates at the front, unable to bear the despairing fear, turned and ran. The pirates behind them, unaware of what was happening, continued to howl and charge forward.

The two groups clashed, creating complete chaos.

This is probably the difference between being organized and being undisciplined.

This was the best opportunity for the soldiers guarding against the Japanese pirates. Their eyes were filled with a ferocious bloodshot. Most of the soldiers guarding against the Japanese pirates came from the coastal areas of Ningguo. Many of them had lost their families to the Japanese pirates. This was no longer just a war against a foreign race, but a war of revenge.

Recalling the horrific deaths of their family members, and the burned-down houses... each of them felt as if inexhaustible strength was surging through their bodies.

Kill, kill, kill!

The knife fell.

Head falls!

Even worse, some set their sights on the bounty offered by the Japanese pirates.

One head, one tael of silver.

"One or two..."

"One tael!"

"One tael!"

Strange sounds began to echo across the battlefield.

Everyone had become a demon from hell. Masao Kamejima could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. Ignoring his brothers who were still being slaughtered, he suddenly screamed and turned to run away.

At this moment, his Dao heart crumbled.

He was clearly a warrior comparable to a seventh-rank martial artist, with considerable strength, but at this moment he could only flee in disarray, lacking even the slightest courage to continue fighting.

Just then, a whooshing sound was heard, as if something had flown from behind.

Is it a hidden weapon?

However, the attacker's skill with hidden weapons was truly limited, and Masao Kamejima could clearly sense the strange hidden weapon flying over his head.

It landed on the ground in front of it with a thud.

Even while fleeing for his life, Masao Kamejima couldn't help but glance at it. Then a question arose in his mind: what was that thing? It was dark and stick-like, and it made a sizzling sound.

Could it be fireworks?
Could it be that the guy was hoping the sound of fireworks exploding would scare him?
That's incredibly disrespectful. Even if he lacked the courage to fight heavily armored soldiers, he wouldn't be scared by a single firework. His immediate priority was to escape, so Masao Kamejima didn't change direction and continued running forward. Just as he brushed past the firework, the fuse seemed to have burned out, and the hissing sound completely disappeared.

Immediately afterwards...

Rumble!
The deafening roar was like thunder descending upon the world.

A huge ball of flame instantly rose from the ground, accompanied by thick black smoke.

Before Masao Kamejima could react, an unprecedentedly violent impact slammed into his waist from the side, sending him flying.

My mind was completely blank.

It's unclear how much time passed, but Masao Kamejima's body crashed heavily to the ground.

He's still alive.

His ears were ringing, and through the haze he heard some chaotic footsteps. His bloodshot eyes slowly turned, and he could see figures running wildly to his side. Three thousand Japanese pirates had collapsed and were now fleeing in disarray. As the leader of the pirates, he knew very well what this collapse meant. He opened his mouth as if to remind his men that even in retreat, they should maintain order, and it would be best to leave some men behind to hold off the heavily armored soldiers.

However, his voice was so faint that no one could hear it.

He watched helplessly as heavily armored soldiers, like hungry wolves, chased after him, hacking and slaughtering. Some blood even splattered on his face, making it sticky. He didn't know how much time had passed; he could no longer see many of them.

They're probably all dead.

A heavy footstep slowly came from behind.

The helmet, stained with blood and broken bones, was removed, revealing a slightly immature face; he was just a teenager.

Kamejima Masao grinned: "You're Song Yan."

Song Yan nodded. The traces left by the explosion made him secretly alarmed. As expected of the Palm Thunder 3.0, its power had indeed increased significantly.

He didn't know exactly what level of strength this guy had, but he felt that he was much stronger than Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, at least a seventh-rank martial artist, yet he was blown up like this.

If the explosive charge were sufficient, it could probably obliterate even a legendary grandmaster. Indeed, it's always better to have gunpowder under your own control.

Kamejima Masao wanted to say something more, but a series of indescribable feelings surged into his mind, like pain, like coldness, and most terrifyingly, he could no longer feel the existence of his lower body at all.

I instinctively twisted my neck, trying to see what was wrong with me.

"Looking for your ass?"

"No need to look anymore, it's hanging in the tree."

Song Yan smiled and answered kindly, then swiftly drew the sword from his waist, the bright silver light flashing before Kamejima Masao's eyes.

laugh.

The blade tore across his neck, and a spurt of blood sprayed onto the ground, mixing with the viscous liquid.

……

Even from a great distance, the shrill cries of battle could be heard.

Hirata Taro and Furukawa Masanori exchanged a glance, both revealing excitement in their eyes. They were unaware of the heavy armor soldiers and only assumed that Kamejima Masao had already engaged Song Yan. According to the original plan, Kamejima Masao only needed to entangle Song Yan; there was no need for a real fight to avoid significant losses. However, considering Kamejima Masao's reckless nature, it wasn't surprising that he would do something like this.

In addition to the information brought by the scouts, the enemy only had a thousand men.

There is no time to delay.

At that moment, the two gave the order, and all the Japanese pirates swept forward like a dark cloud.

As long as Song Yan is killed, Ningping County is just ahead, along with wealth and women... The Japanese pirates went crazy, and more than 10,000 of them ran wildly. The commotion was truly terrifying, and even the ground was shaking and trembling.

Looking at the dense crowd ahead, Masanori Furukawa and Taro Hirata couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Who could withstand such power?

Song Yan had a strange military formation, but in the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks were futile.

Rumble…

Just then, a loud noise came from ahead.

Did it thunder?

But they couldn't worry about such trivial matters right now. The two figures quickly disappeared into the darkness and ran forward.

This time, Song Yan must be killed.

However, Furukawa Masanori and Hirata Taro were unaware that after the densely packed Japanese pirates left, a group of figures silently appeared in their original location, and the leader was none other than Luo Tianshu.

There were about several hundred people, each carrying a huge wooden barrel on their shoulder. The barrels contained a black liquid, which was the newly collected Fiery Oil. Song Yan couldn't refine it into gasoline yet, but the pure Fiery Oil was enough.

With Luo Tianshu's command, the wooden barrel tilted, and the raging oil spilled onto the ground, tracing a long arc.

And similar situations are happening everywhere.

……

Almost at the same time, Luo Tianquan also appeared near the coast.

Behind Luo Tianquan were hundreds of guards from the Luo family.

Silently watching the ships bobbing on the sea, a strange smile curled at the corner of Luo Tianquan's lips. With a wave of his hand, the guards vanished from their spots in an instant.

Each ship left behind several Japanese pirates, but before they could react, sharp scimitars had already slashed across their necks.

puff.

Blood splattered.

Perhaps these hundred or so guards were no match for a hundred soldiers forming a battle formation, but under a surprise attack, these Japanese pirates were no match at all.

Corpses were thrown into the sea.

Leaving these people behind was perhaps to prevent the ship from being burned by Song Yan like last time, but Hirata Taro and Furukawa Masanori never expected that Song Yan would choose assassination this time.

Just as they led the Japanese pirates in their charge, their retreat was cut off.

Song Yan's goal was simple...to annihilate them all!
(End of this chapter)