Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 175 Fire, Fire, Fire! (Bonus chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
"One tael!"

"One tael!"

"One tael!"

The Japanese pirates didn't understand what those two words meant. They just watched helplessly as their weapons struck each other, doing nothing but creating a burst of sparks. Then, with a thud and a slash, their heads were severed from their bodies.

This is no longer a war.

It was a one-sided massacre.

My own weapon can't even break through their defenses, while their steel blades kill me one by one. This is outrageous! What's the point of fighting like this?

The most terrifying thing was the look in the eyes of these heavily armored soldiers the instant they uttered a single shout; it was utterly chilling and instantly shattered the remaining Japanese pirates' hard-won courage. Watching the ever-increasing number of severed limbs and bodies on the ground, and hearing the increasingly dense screams, fear and despair overwhelmed them.

At that moment, they suddenly remembered the expressions of the Central Plains people on the villages and merchant ships they had looted.

Completely powerless to resist, they could only await the despair of death.

Is this retribution?

They wanted to keep killing, but their trembling hands couldn't lift their weapons.

"Run!"

Suddenly someone yelled and ran away.

This was the starting point; more and more Japanese pirates joined the fleeing ranks. No matter how much Hirata Taro roared, or even as he stabbed one pirate after another to death, it had no effect on the overall situation.

The great defeat eventually occurred.

The courage I had finally mustered up didn't even last the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Just as the Japanese pirates turned their bodies, the heavily armored soldier swiftly stepped forward, slashing with his steel blade. From the top of his head to his lumbar spine, his entire body was almost cleaved in two. He fell to the ground, convulsing nervously, clearly already dead.

"Damn it."

Hirata Taro cursed in a low voice, and could only join the fleeing group in humiliation.

In the chaotic crowd, people would fall down from time to time, and once they fell, they had no chance to get up. Countless feet trampled on their backs, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones, and bright red blood slowly seeped from their mouths.

They hadn't gone far when they heard whooshing sounds from both sides. Looking up, they saw countless arrows raining down from the sky.

In an instant, another series of shrill screams erupted, and countless bodies were instantly turned into hedgehogs.

The despicable Song Yan even ambushed archers.

In the darkness, it was impossible to see how many people there were; all that could be seen was a constant barrage of arrows. The once densely packed Japanese pirates were dwindling at a visible rate.

Round after round, round after round...

The rain of arrows seemed to have no end.

No Japanese pirate had the courage to venture into the darkness. They could only flee in the direction they had come from, hoping to get back to their ship and back to sea.

Amidst the crowd, there were screams of agony, heavy breathing, and even cries for their mothers. Some were even swearing oaths that if they survived this time, they would never again become Japanese pirates.

Perhaps some people regretted it. No, they didn't regret it; they just knew they were going to die.

If they survive, they will still become ruthless killers.

Some people knelt on the ground, holding their weapons above their heads. After all, the people of the Central Plains valued benevolence and virtue, and surrendering might give them a chance to live. In any case, they wanted to save their lives first.

However, all they were met with were the steel blades of heavily armored soldiers and a few sounds.

Who says the people of the Central Plains are benevolent? They also kill those who surrender.

And so, the surviving Japanese pirates ran faster and faster. Before they knew it, they saw the sea in the distance, and ships floating on it. Excitement, hope, spread across their faces. Whoosh...

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

Torches suddenly appeared out of thin air.

These Japanese pirates didn't even have time to react before they threw the torches they had just raised to the ground.

Boom boom boom boom... Clusters of flames quickly shot up from the ground, hundreds of ignition points appeared at the same time, and the flames spread rapidly in all directions, then connected together in the shortest time to form a semi-circular arc that stretched for several miles.

Like a giant pocket, it surrounded the Japanese pirates.

The raging oil, though not as good as gasoline, was still an excellent fuel. The fire spread at an extremely terrifying speed, and in a short time, countless Japanese pirates were engulfed in the flames. Countless pirates began to writhe desperately in the fire, their robes and hair ignited, their skin was quickly scorched, and horrifying blisters began to appear on their faces, chests, and backs.

They frantically waved their hands, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but could only crush the blisters and tear off pieces of flesh that seemed to be cooked through.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

The piercing screams mingled together, sending chills down everyone's spine.

The wafting aroma of flesh, the twisted limbs, the piercing screams, the raging flames—it was a living hell.

Song Yan is a devil, a butcher.

Just outside the fire-blocked zone, there were even a large group of people throwing bundles of firewood into it from time to time, making the fire burn even brighter. The ten-foot-high wall of fire separated the Japanese pirates from the sea, and the once dark world became bright again.

Hope was so close, yet it was cruelly shattered. Behind them, heavily armored soldiers rushed forward, sealing off the semicircle; before them, flames raged!

In an instant, countless Japanese pirates turned ashen-faced: It's over, it's all over now.

Furukawa Masanori and Hirata Taro's hearts sank even lower. They were on guard against Song Yan setting fire to their warships, but they never expected him to set fire to their own ships from behind. This despicable bastard, is setting fires all he knows?
The sweltering heat was so intense it made their hair feel contorted, and their bodies were almost completely dried out. If this continued, they would be roasted alive—perhaps the most despairing way to die in the world.

Finally, some Japanese pirates could no longer bear the despair. With a howl, they turned and charged towards the heavily armored soldiers, only to be quickly killed by steel blades. Others rushed directly into the flames, trying to break through the fire's blockade as quickly as possible. If they could reach the sea, perhaps they would have a chance to survive.

Although the fire barrier looked terrifying, it was ultimately limited in width, and some people actually managed to break through it.

But before he could even celebrate his victory, several spears pierced his chest, leaving numerous holes. A group of soldiers had appeared outside the flames. These were the garrison troops personally led by Fang Hai, the governor of Songzhou. At this moment, Fang Hai finally understood Song Yan's plan: from the very beginning, Song Yan had never expected his garrison troops to engage in direct combat.

Their task was simply to eliminate the remaining criminals.

There was a sense of frustration from being looked down upon.

However, looking at the Japanese pirates still screaming and struggling in the flames, he realized that he didn't really need to fight them head-on. Fang Hai's throat bobbed, and he swallowed a non-existent mouthful of saliva; the screams sent chills down his spine.

That kid's ruthless!

Everyone says that fire attacks are harmful to nature, and this kid really doesn't care about that at all.

However, Song Yan had been imprisoned in the backyard of the Duke's mansion for many years and had almost no dealings with the Japanese pirates. What kind of deep hatred or resentment could lead him to come up with such a ruthless method?
Why must they be so ruthless and annihilated?
However, Fang Hai's face quickly flushed.

This time I can be considered to have truly participated in the battle, and it is a real achievement... With so many Japanese pirate heads, half of them belong to me. Doesn't that count as winning without even having to lift a finger?
He had already begun to consider how to write this memorial. Would writing about 100,000 Japanese pirates be a bit of an exaggeration? Perhaps he should be more modest and write about 50,000?

Although no one died, it's still better to report some casualties. After all, the data needs to be reasonable, and there's also the death benefits, which shouldn't be wasted.

Last time, some of his colleagues who were on good terms with him didn't get any credit and were somewhat resentful. Should he give them some credit this time?
And then there's Song Yan. Although he used underhanded methods, it has to be admitted that the results were exceptionally good. The Yang family deliberately transferred Song Yan to Liaodong, hoping to use the Jurchens to get rid of him... Fang Hai had a feeling that this might be the worst decision the Yang family ever made.

He suddenly felt a little sorry for the Jurchens in Liaodong.

Then came double the regret.

If he could also be transferred to Liaodong, with Song Yan leading the way, the title of Duke would be within reach. At that time, with two Dukes in one family, who in Ningguo could compare?
Fang Hai began to seriously consider the feasibility of transferring himself to Liaodong as governor.

That being said, although he doesn't have a legitimate daughter, he does have several illegitimate daughters. While their looks might not be considered stunningly beautiful, they are certainly gorgeous. I wonder if Song Yan still needs a bed warmer.

(End of this chapter)