Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 206 I Don't Need Prisoners Here (3)

This strike brought shock to Wugucha Technology.

He never imagined that someone could be so extravagant as to forge a full suit of armor. Moreover, when he slashed down with his scimitar, it only left a mark on the helmet, while the scimitar itself was shattered. This was no ordinary armor; this... this was hundred-times-forged steel!

Actually, steel could be smelted in ancient times.

However, the quantity is extremely small.

Most of the time, small amounts of steel would appear by chance during iron smelting, and they were often named as refined iron or hundred-times-forged steel.

In conclusion, it is of extremely high value.

The so-called divine weapons and famous swords in the martial arts world are mostly forged from steel and are rare.

That's why, when Wu Gucha saw Song Yan in his steel armor, his young mind was shocked like never before. His eyes widened like copper bells, his body trembled slightly, and his face was filled with shock and greed.

Such a set of armor made of hundred-fold steel could even be considered a treasure passed down through generations within a tribe.

Then, he subconsciously glanced around and saw nothing but steel armor, which fueled his greed to soar wildly.

If he could possess these armors, who in the entire Haixi Plain would be his match?

The thought had barely crossed Wugucha's mind when Song Yan raised his head, shook it, and the slight dizziness immediately dissipated. Although the scimitar couldn't cleave the helmet, the intense impact still left his mind buzzing.

The next instant, Song Yan suddenly raised his arms and slashed the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) towards Wu Gu Cha's lower abdomen.

Having made a living by fishing and hunting for many years, he had developed an instinct for danger. Wugucha's eyelids twitched, and driven by instinct, he leaned back instantly, his entire body almost pressed against the horse's back, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade.

At this moment, no matter how humiliating it was, Wugucha had to face a reality: the elite cavalry of the Haoshi tribe had no advantage whatsoever against these heavily armored infantry. With the cavalry having lost their impact, the positions of hunter and prey had already been reversed.

And that brute who could swing his warhorse and rider together made Wugucha's throat go dry. He even wondered who was the real barbarian between himself and this guy.
Their unruly morale plummeted to its lowest point.

Ugucha was an extremely decisive fellow. As soon as he realized that the tide had turned, he pulled hard on the reins, trying to turn around and escape the battlefield.

This is the barbarian tribe.

When facing the weaker party, they can unleash astonishing fighting power like a pack of wolves, acting with utter recklessness. However, when the opponent blocks their charge, when defeat looms, they quickly lose even the last shred of their will to fight.

Wugucha's heart pounded violently in his chest. He was the little prince of the Haoshi Department, and he had the ambition to rule the Central Plains. How could he die in humiliation here?

However, Wugucha, who was trying to escape, forgot that there was a pair of eyes that were watching him intently. Just as he turned his horse around, before he could even accelerate, a gleaming longsword flew out of his hand, like a shooting star tearing through the sky, and with a soft thud, it pierced into Wugucha's shoulder.

With a muffled groan, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The chaotic sounds of horses' hooves, the shrill screams, and the wild roars mingled together, creating a cacophony in Wugucha's ears.

Fresh blood gushed out from his shoulder.

As he fell, the weapon piercing his shoulder was aggravated, tearing the wound open and exposing the ripped tendons and flesh beneath his dark skin.

The excruciating pain stimulated Wugucha's nerves, causing his face to contort in agony.

Seeing Wugucha fall from his horse, some barbarian cavalrymen tried to rescue him, but they were all knocked away by Luo Tianyang wielding his mountain-splitting axe.

Elsewhere, a fierce battle raged, and before long, more than a dozen Jurchen cavalrymen were cut down from their horses. Seeing that they could not fight back, someone let out a shout, and the remaining dozens of Jurchen cavalrymen tucked their tails between their legs and tried to escape.

Just then, figures emerged from the crisscrossing alleyways of Taiping Town, completely blocking all escape routes.

These cavalrymen attempted to break through the heavily armored defenses, but the distance was insufficient for their horses to gain speed. Several charges were futile, and they left behind dozens more corpses.

Now, less than half of the barbarian cavalry remain.

As the black-armored soldiers closed in from all sides and the encirclement tightened, all the remaining barbarian cavalrymen, led by a minor barbarian chieftain, dismounted, held their scimitars in both hands, and knelt on one knee.

Among barbarian tribes, this gesture represents surrender and submission.

Despite the humiliation, no one wanted to die. If they had encountered other Central Plains armies, they might have been accepted in surrender, but unfortunately, they had encountered Song Yan.

Song Yan merely glanced indifferently at the surrendered barbarians. He remembered that the Jurchen barbarians' favorite thing to do was to leave their swords unsheathed for three days when the city fell.

Not a single chicken or dog will be spared.

It's a massacre, a massacre, and another massacre!

This savagery and brutality are something ingrained in our genes.

How come I've learned to surrender now that it's my turn?
Grinning, Song Yan smiled, finding the stench of blood in the air strangely intoxicating: "I don't need prisoners here."

As the voice faded, the heavily armored soldier raised his longsword once more.

Those barbarians who were preparing to surrender never expected this outcome. It was too late to resist. All they heard were the sounds of blades piercing flesh. One body after another was cut in half at the waist or split in two from head to toe by the long-handled sword.

The sounds of fighting gradually faded away.

The square in Taiping Town was in a mess, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

What met the eye was corpses everywhere, flowing blood and scattered limbs, like a living hell... However, the heavily armored soldiers were silent, even showing a hint of disdain. This little bit of blood and corpses dared to call it hell? The wailing of tens of thousands of people in the raging fire outside Ningping County was the real hell.

The scene before them was no longer enough to cause them much emotional distress.

They won, it's a bit unbelievable... yet it seems so natural.

Unbeknownst to them, their fear of the foreign cavalry had diminished considerably, after all, they were not invincible.

As for Song Yan, he walked step by step toward Wugucha. He did not know the man's name, but from his completely different attire, he could tell that he held a very high position in the cavalry.

Ugucha was still struggling desperately on the ground, watching his men being slaughtered, his eyes bloodshot but helpless.

Of course, he would not think of the people of the Central Plains whom he had slaughtered because of this. His heart would only be filled with even greater hatred. He vowed that if he survived, he would take revenge on the people of the Central Plains tenfold, a hundredfold, for the blood feud he had committed today.

His throat was filled with groans like the growls of a wild beast.

However, when he saw Song Yan getting closer, his roar stopped abruptly, and his eyes finally revealed deep fear.

Whether it's ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times the revenge, there's only one prerequisite: survival.

However, he didn't think that the boy in front of him, who looked rather immature and could only be food or a princess's lover in the Jurchen tribe, would give him a chance to live.

Beneath its youthful appearance lies a ruthless, demonic nature.

"Do not kill me……"

Finally, he pleaded.

He desperately tried to control his body, enduring the sharp pain from the sword piercing his shoulder, until both legs were on the ground.

The moment he knelt down, the intense sense of humiliation nearly drove Ugucha mad.

Especially when he saw Song Yan looking down at him, and the slight curve of his lips, humiliation grew wildly, like a venomous snake gnawing at his soul.

However, Ugucha continued to endure:

"I am Wugucha, the little prince of the No. 1 Department."

“I am a valuable asset. Spare my life and you can exchange it for anything you want from my father.”

He didn't use his status as the Little Prince to threaten Song Yan, saying things like, "If you dare kill me, my father won't let you get away with it." He knew that this would only make the cruel boy in front of him end his life without hesitation.

Value is the only bargaining chip for survival.

(End of this chapter)