Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 239 Blood Debts Can Only Be Repaid with Blood (2)

"It was smashed three times, one of which was a wine jar!"

Hua Lianyue's voice was soft and sweet, very pleasant to hear, but to Lei Yi, Luo Tianyang, and even the many black-armored warriors, it sounded like thunder, sending chills down their spines.

three times.

Return the wine jar?
They could almost picture General Song raging in the royal tent.

"Do it, do it, do it now..." Lei Yi roared as he gave the order, not even noticing that his voice had changed tone.

"Five hundred men, go and set all those tents on fire."

"Five hundred men, go and keep an eye on those horses. Not a single one is allowed to run away."

"Five hundred men, chop off the heads of those who keep urinating."

"Five hundred men, follow me into the tribe."

"According to the general's orders, those no larger than a cartwheel will not be killed; otherwise, none will be spared."

Luo Tianyang added in a deep voice, "Remember, the wheels must be laid flat."

As the order was given, a large group of figures rushed forward like tigers descending a mountain, each heading in a different direction. Seeing those excited eyes and those gleaming steel blades, Hua Lian Yue was somewhat astonished. Who exactly was the ferocious alien race?
Outside the tribe, a large group of barbarians were squatting on the snow, all looking exhausted.

Damn it, what's going on today? A perfectly good banquet, and now my stomach's acting up for no reason—the kind that makes it impossible to get up once I squat down. Suddenly, the man, his face contorted in distress from the stomachache, heard a creaking sound behind him. He didn't think much of it, assuming it was just someone else coming to relieve themselves. Completely unaware, he didn't notice a group of tall figures appearing behind him.

The steel knife in his hand had already been quietly raised.

The next instant, the knife fell with a swift motion.

The head fell to the ground instantly, blood splattering everywhere, like the most vibrant plum blossom on this snow-white canvas.

Although the smell here was terrible, the black-armored warriors' eyes remained unchanged, like ghosts in the night, treading on the snow as they moved on to the next area.

On the other side, a large group of black-armored warriors had also broken into the tribe, where a campfire was still burning in the open space in the middle of the tribe.

Most people were already lying on the ground, fast asleep.

The drinks contained various poisons, mainly croton oil and sleeping potion, since these two drugs are the easiest to find and, so far, seem to be quite effective.

A small number of people lay on the ground, groaning in pain, their faces contorted and twisted, their complexions turning blue and purple – essentially poisoned. These were the ones most likely to make noise and had to be dealt with first. With a single glance from Lei Yi, a large number of black-armored soldiers stepped forward and chopped down the necks of the barbarians who were now completely unable to resist.

Puff, puff, puff...

Some blood splattered into the campfire, and under the scorching heat, the blood emitted an indescribable, strange smell.

The entire Wugulun tribe has more than 20,000 people, but not everyone is qualified to attend the banquet. The elderly, weak, women and children are excluded, and only the brave warriors who are good at fighting are qualified to enjoy the wine.

This number exceeds five thousand.

Even a small portion of them is over a thousand people.

When all these people's heads were severed, the ground was already a river of blood... No, it was just too cold. The splattered blood did not gather together, but gradually froze into scarlet ice crystals, which shimmered with an eerie luster under the moonlight and firelight.

At this moment, all the black-armored warriors transformed into ruthless killing machines.

Even when facing enemies who had no power to resist, they would not hold back in the slightest. The corpses scattered all over the ground as they passed through Pingyang Prefecture proved just how brutal these barbarians were.

Blood debts can only be repaid with blood!

These beasts don't deserve any pity.

The next moment, they raised their knives again.

puff.

puff.

puff.

A person's neck is so fragile in the face of a steel blade. The cervical vertebrae are easily severed, and the headless corpse still trembles slightly on the ground. This is the last struggle of life.

They are probably the luckiest ones.

This could be considered living a life of debauchery and decadence.

Song Yan stood quietly at the entrance of the royal tent, silently watching everything that was happening in the tribe. His eyes were cold and indifferent, colder than the thick snow outside.

Hua Lianyue appeared beside Song Yan at some point. Her brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at Song Yan and then at the crimson expanse in the distance.

fire.

It caught fire.

Tents are mostly made of tanned leather, which is quite tough and can insulate against wind and snow, providing warmth to those living inside.

But once it's doused with kerosene and set on fire, it becomes the most deadly prison.

Boom boom boom... The flames shot up rapidly, and you could even hear a roar like that of a wild beast. Clusters of flames shot into the sky, tearing apart the quiet night.

huh... huh... huh...

The cold wind howled, and the flames, taking advantage of the situation, mercilessly ignited other parts of the tent, instantly making the fire even more ferocious.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

"my child."

"Get out of here quickly!"

People were awakened from their sleep. Amidst the raging fire, screams of terror, pain, and even despair could be clearly heard. People could be seen frantically flailing their limbs as they rushed out of their tents, rolling on the snow in an attempt to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

When the skin contorts in the raging fire,
Hair burned in the flames, scalp melted in the flames.
When they tried their best to tear off their clothes, all they could tear off were pieces of skin and flesh.
Through the crimson flames, his eyes, almost burned out, saw the soldiers in their armor, the steel swords in their hands, and the man standing before the king's tent...

They are crazy.

It's those damned Han Chinese.

How dare they?

They should all be killed!

At this moment, even women, children, the elderly, and adults all displayed a chilling ferocity and cruelty.

Even though their bodies were already burning and in excruciating pain, they still howled pitifully, like a pack of wild beasts, and charged at the nearest Han Chinese with their arms outstretched.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

With a sweep of the steel blade, a head was severed, and the headless corpse collapsed to the ground, sizzling as it burned.

Whether the wheels are upright or laid flat is completely irrelevant at this point.

No survivors will be spared here.

In his dark eyes, clusters of burning flames were reflected. Despite the dead of winter, Song Yan felt his face burning. Looking at that extremely cold gaze, Hua Lian Yue understood that in Song Yan's heart, he did not consider these alien races as human beings at all.

Once upon a time, when Song Yan told her that if she kidnapped him from Ningping, Pingyang Prefecture would still suffer invasion and massacre by the Jurchens the following year, Hua Lianyue didn't refute him at the time, but she didn't quite believe it. What could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy do even if he was stationed at the border? If the Jurchens attacked, it would just be another corpse, nothing more.

He did defeat the Japanese pirates, but how could those dwarfs compare to the Jurchen barbarians?

However, when the massacre of 20,000 barbarians by two thousand armored soldiers unfolded right before her eyes, Hua Lianyue finally understood that Song Yan had not boasted.

When all the other races have been wiped out, and only the Han people remain in the world, there will naturally be no need to worry about invasions by other races.

He would use any means necessary to achieve this goal.

Suddenly, a person engulfed in flames spotted Song Yan and lunged at him with a scream. His throat was burned, and his hoarse voice made it impossible to discern his gender, but judging from his height, he was clearly a man. He spread his arms wide, as if he wanted to grab this bastard tightly in his final moments and burn him to death with the flames on his body.

He watched helplessly as his wife burned to death in the flames, and his grandson lost his breath in the fire.

He wants revenge!

Hua Lianyue watched quietly, showing no intention of making a move.

As for Song Yan, he swung his arms and threw a punch the instant the man rushed in front of him.

call!
boom.

With a dull thud, the man's body was sent flying backward, and even the flames on his body were suppressed for a moment by the force of the punch.

His shoulder was broken.

Without the support of an arm, he couldn't even get up from the ground and could only endure the torment of being burned by the flames.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

Song Yan glanced at it casually. He saw the two corpses in the tent and could understand his anger... But, are you the only one in this world who has a wife and children?
What you've done, you always have to pay for.

“Song Zhe…”

The intense resentment seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and came from behind him.

Song Yan turned around, her eyes suddenly lighting up, looking almost surprised.

It is Oribu.

He is the eldest prince of the Ughrun tribe!
Song Yan believed that this person was definitely among the barbarians who slaughtered the people of Pingyang a few months ago!
He's still alive, that's wonderful!

(End of this chapter)