Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 174 One tael, one tael, one tael! (3)

Leave no one alive.

These are all trivial matters. If he were to let one of them go, Song Yan felt that he would never be able to think clearly again.

Neither Hirata Taro, Furukawa Masanori, nor Horikawa Sousuke noticed anything unusual. Or perhaps they did, but their pirate nature made them willing to take the risk. They forced themselves to believe that Kamejima Masao had Song Yan entangled, and now was the perfect opportunity to rush over and eliminate Song Yan. They couldn't miss it no matter what.

"silver."

"woman."

“They all exist in Ningping County. After you kill Song Yan, they will all be yours.”

"Run it for me."

Hirata Taro's voice boomed like a bell in everyone's ears. His inner energy propelled his voice, even drowning out the screams and footsteps. It seemed to carry a kind of bewitching power, and the eyes of the Japanese pirates became even more frenzied, their pupils turning scarlet, and their throats emitting roars like wild beasts.

"rush!"

"rush!"

"rush!"

Their speed increased, and what would have taken at least 25 minutes was now reduced by half.

Before long, a group of figures appeared out of nowhere in the darkness ahead. They were like monkeys, baring their teeth and claws, screaming as they charged toward them.

Because the scene was too noisy and it was still dark, it was impossible to see who those people were. But seeing them howling and rushing towards them, many Japanese pirates subconsciously prepared for battle, and their Japanese swords were already raised high.

Unfortunately, no one was launching rockets at that time.

Just as the enemy entered the attack range, the Japanese pirate at the front slashed down with his sword.

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

The sound of the knife piercing flesh was followed by a spurt of blood.

Because of the instigation of Hirata Taro and Furukawa Masanori, these Japanese pirates now have nothing but money and women on their minds and no energy left to think about anything else. The Japanese pirates behind them also swarmed forward.

The piercing screams were mixed with Japanese language, but since there were Japanese people everywhere, the sounds were quickly drowned out and no one paid any attention.

Soon, the group of people who rushed over were dealt with. At this moment, a slight doubt arose in his mind. Could it be that Song Yan defeated the three thousand vanguard troops, but also suffered heavy losses himself, leaving only these hundred or so people?
In this light, it seems that Song Yan is nothing special after all.

Just then, someone finally saw clearly the attire of the corpse on the ground—the familiar ronin robes—and then a scream rang out: "Damn it, it's one of our own!"

At this, the expressions of the many Japanese pirates changed drastically, but before they could figure out what was going on, the earth suddenly trembled.

Boom boom boom!

A dull sound, like an earthquake.

It resembled an enormous beast, stomping heavily on the earth beneath its feet, and you could even see tiny pebbles trembling slightly on the ground.

No one knew what kind of monster had appeared ahead, and an indescribable sense of fear gripped everyone's hearts. The Japanese pirate army, which had been howling and charging towards Ningping, finally stopped and looked around in bewilderment.

Masanori Furukawa and Taro Hirata also sensed something was wrong. They exchanged a glance and quickly rushed to the front of the group. When they saw the bloody corpse on the ground, their brows furrowed immediately, and their gazes quickly turned forward. In the dim moonlight, they could clearly sense that something incredibly terrifying was about to emerge from the darkness.

Boom boom boom!

The sound is getting closer.

Finally, one by one, the figures were completely exposed to the public.

The moment those figures were clearly seen, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the surrounding area.

What is that?

Under the moonlight, only streaks of bright red could be seen, as if they had just emerged from a sea of ​​blood, their hands wielding gleaming steel blades and their bodies clad in heavy armor.

The armor was covered in tiny bits of flesh and blood, as if it had been smeared with fresh blood.

Even before the person arrived, the stench of blood was already overwhelming.

Their numbers were small, negligible compared to the more than ten thousand Japanese pirates on their side, yet their ferocious aura sent chills down everyone's spines.

"They are heavily armored soldiers."

"It's Song Yan."

Suddenly, Horikawa Sousuke seemed to be overwhelmed by immense fear and screamed. His eyes were fixed on the figure in the very center of the heavily armored battle formation. Even though his face was covered in blood, Horikawa Sousuke still recognized the other person instantly.

At that moment, Horikawa Sousuke's heart sank lower and lower.

He knew that he had ultimately fallen into Song Yan's trap; this demon-like warrior was Song Yan's true trump card.

A commotion arose in the crowd, and many people's expressions changed. "It's alright, everyone, don't be afraid. Even if they are heavily armored soldiers, there are only a mere thousand of them. They are no match for us at all," Hirata Taro shouted sharply. His booming voice once again emboldened the many Japanese pirates.

Even Furukawa Masanori knew that retreat was not an option. If they were scared off by a thousand heavily armored soldiers, they would truly have to withdraw from the Ningguo coast, and this hunting ground would no longer belong to them. Just as he was about to roar and charge, another rumbling sound came from both sides.

Gudong.

Masanori Furukawa and Taro Hirata exchanged a glance, both able to see the fear in each other's eyes.

As the familiar sounds drew closer, two more heavily armored legions appeared on the left and right, each numbering a thousand. Their thick metal armor gleamed with a sinister, cold light under the moonlight, and for a moment, the two men felt as if their hearts had stopped beating.

They finally understood why Masao Kamejima had lost so quickly.

Moreover, we haven't seen Masao Kamejima yet, so he's probably dead.

Two heavily armored soldiers appeared in a V-shaped formation, forming a huge pocket with the heavy armored soldiers directly in front of them, seemingly poised to encircle more than 10,000 Japanese pirates.

Three thousand, surrounding seventeen thousand?

Such an unreasonable scene is unfolding right before our eyes.

Subconsciously, both Hirata Taro and Furukawa Masanori were desperately swallowing their saliva.

Just then, the young man in the middle of the heavily armored soldiers directly in front of them swept his cold gaze across the Japanese soldiers before him. His sinister gaze seemed to be looking at a group of dead men. With a swift movement, he drew his sword from his waist, the tip pointing directly at the most densely packed group of Japanese soldiers.
"kill!"

A low growl.

The next instant, the torrent of steel transformed into a black tide, rushing forward and engulfing everything in its path.

Although the training time was short, the three thousand heavily armored soldiers had already shown remarkable qualities. Supporting their exaggerated weight, they launched a charge at top speed. Their heavy footsteps, mixed together, swept in like thunder rolling across the sky and dark clouds covering the earth.

The unstoppable and domineering aura made all the Japanese pirates' hearts race, as if they were about to break free from the restraints in their chests.

What terrified them even more was that even during the charge, the formation remained intact.

Under the moonlight, an unparalleled aura swept over them, and the morale of the Japanese pirates collapsed almost instantly. A deep despair grew uncontrollably in their chests. How could their flesh and blood withstand such a fierce impact?
The sound grew closer and closer; before the battle even began, the immense and dense aura was already suffocating.

Will die!
Will die!
Will die!
They were no longer as ferocious as they used to be when looting villages. When they too became prey waiting to be hunted, fear filled their hearts.

It turns out they were afraid of dying too.

As if by instinct, the dense ranks of Japanese pirates began to stir slightly. Not every pirate could calmly face the charge of heavy cavalry; countless men had already begun to instinctively retreat.

"Those who retreat will die!"

A bloody Japanese sword was pulled from the body of a Japanese man. Hirata Taro's face was grim. He knew that he absolutely could not retreat at this moment. If he retreated, it would be an unprecedented collapse. They would be chased and killed by heavily armored soldiers. Even if some of them survived, they would suffer heavy losses.

Especially when it came time to board the ship, those brothers who didn't make it would become lambs to the slaughter.

At this point, the only option left is to fight to the death.

“We have 20,000 men, kill them all.”

A near-mad roar suddenly exploded under the impetus of internal energy.

Countless Japanese pirates trembled slightly, their will forcibly breaking free from fear. Their throats bobbed, but their eyes revealed a ferocity, as if their true nature was being revived.

That's right. Even though these people look scary, the people of the Central Plains are still the people of the Central Plains. No matter what, they are just prey for them.

The next instant, a dense horde of Japanese pirates charged forward and rushed to the left and right.

It was like two dark clouds colliding violently during a rainstorm.

boom!
As soon as the battle began, countless Japanese pirates were sent flying. Their flesh and blood could not withstand the impact of the steel torrent, and their chests caved in instantly. The originally dense crowd became chaotic.

The Japanese swords clanged as they slashed at the heavy armor, but they couldn't break through the defenses at all.

The Japanese pirates wanted to take advantage of their numbers, but numbers were meaningless at this point, unless they were so numerous that they could exhaust all those heavy cavalrymen to death.

The heavily armored soldier raised his scimitar high and swung it down at the head in front of him.

One slash, and half a head is gone.

"One or two."

They were like a group of tireless killing machines, mechanically raising and lowering their scimitars according to training, repeating the same action over and over again.

"One or two."

"One tael!"

"One tael!"

(End of this chapter)