Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 298 The Jurchens Have No Royal Court (1)

Near the royal court, the Jurchen people, who were eagerly waiting, had no idea what had happened ahead. They only saw the cavalry and infantry who had just charged out of the tribe with high spirits to kill the enemy return in a nearly humiliating and disheveled manner.

They could see those faces, distorted by fear.

What did they see? Why could they still see despair in those eyes?
They could also hear cries such as "Monster!", "Divine Punishment!", and "The Great General is dead!"

Rumble!
Another roar came from afar.

This time, the distance was much closer, and even the barbarians in the tribe could clearly see the raging flames and thick smoke, as well as the bodies thrown out by the explosion and the scattered limbs and fragments.

Curse.

This is truly divine retribution.

Even the greatest warrior of the Jurchen tribe, General Wanyan Guanghan, died under divine punishment. How could they possibly survive?
It must be said that Luo Tianyang's immediate killing of Wanyan Guanghan was a stroke of genius, crushing the courage of all the barbarians in the first instant.

The roar continued, seemingly without end.

Each roar was like a heavy mountain pressing down on their hearts, and fear spread. They were unaware that the number of thunderbolts was limited, and probably thought they were endless. They only knew that their flesh and blood could not possibly withstand such terrifying power.

"Run!" Seeing the infantry rushing towards them, the pent-up fear finally reached its limit, and with a scream, someone turned and ran.

The most frightening thing in war is rout.

Once a rout occurs, the situation that could have been turned around will completely collapse, leaving no chance for victory. This is why, in ancient battlefields, generals would be immediately executed if any of their soldiers retreated, in order to stabilize morale and prevent collapse and rout.

Otherwise, with tens of thousands of soldiers remaining, plus nearly 100,000 barbarians in the tribe, they might not be without a fighting chance. Once the thunderbolts are used up, they might even have a chance to turn the tide and win.

After all, while heavy cavalry is highly destructive, it also consumes a great deal of physical strength.

Over 100,000 people.

Even if you do nothing, just stand there and let the black-armored soldiers chop at you, you can exhaust them to death.

Unfortunately, they were unaware that the number of Thunderclap Bombs was limited, and they didn't know how to face this despairing power. In addition, the earth-shattering roar stimulated their nerves, and various screams and groans destroyed their courage. The howls of various monsters and divine punishment spread fear, and in the end, they could not withstand it.

The Jurchen royal court collapsed.

People started running. Some fell to the ground and never got up again. Countless feet trampled on their backs, turning them into mincemeat in no time. Some children cried out in fear and despair, searching for their parents.

Inside the royal tent, Nakhtoya's usually calm face showed signs of panic.

She was probably somewhat unwilling to marry Wanyan Guangzhi.

It wasn't about pursuing freedom in love or anything like that. Freedom in love wasn't even developed to that extent, let alone among the Jurchens, nor even in the Central Plains. As the most beautiful princess of the Blackwater tribe, she understood from a young age that her marriage wouldn't be up to her. Her father would most likely marry her off to a warrior in the tribe to win people over, or to a prince from another tribe for a political alliance.

She never imagined that the husband her father had chosen for her would be Wanyan Guangzhi.

Is that an old man in his fifties?
How many more years can I live?
After Wanyan Guangzhi died, to whom would she belong?
He must be his brother. He once told her that once he died, he would entrust her to Wanyan Guanghan for care, and after Wanyan Guangzhi died, she would be handed over to his eldest son. In short, he would not leave her without support.

The tradition of brothers succeeding brothers and fathers succeeding sons, though common among the barbarians, always made Nakhtoya feel somewhat disgusted.

But this was her fate, one she could not escape. Nakhtoya also had her innocent and carefree days, but as she grew older, the light in her eyes gradually faded.

It's like a puppet, doing things that are taken for granted.

A commotion arose outside the tent, and Nakhtoya, who had been quiet, finally showed a hint of curiosity. Nakhtoya knew about the cavalry charge against the royal court; after all, tens of thousands of soldiers had gathered before, and such a commotion could not have gone unnoticed.

However, Nakhtoya did not believe that the cavalry could cause any damage to the royal court.

Although she didn't particularly like Wanyan Guangzhi, Nahetuya admired his abilities. He was a very intelligent man, and the Wuji tribe had grown stronger under his rule. Although a group of elites had been transferred away, the remaining strength was still unmatched by any other tribe.

Unexpectedly, the royal court fell into chaos.

……

The sound of thunderclaps exploding, the sound of blades and spears piercing flesh.

Every breath, every second, heads roll.

The once invincible Jurchen barbarians have now become terrified lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their courage to resist has been shattered by the roar of explosions. No one is willing to turn around and face those terrifying monsters. Everyone just wants to run, to run faster and farther.

Once you can no longer see those monsters, you'll be safe.

Some people went straight to the royal court.

Perhaps it was because he still had relatives in the royal court whom he couldn't let go of.

Perhaps it was because the royal court still held the wealth accumulated over a lifetime.

Some people also face to the left or right.

The black-armored soldiers ignored those who escaped; the Wuji tribe had far too many people, hundreds of thousands, and they could never kill them all.

Even now, after hacking and slashing all the way, my arms are a little sore. The warhorse's mane is completely soaked with the splattered blood, and the viscous blood slowly drips down the warhorse's four legs.

Behind them, a crimson path of blood had already appeared.

The road was littered with corpses, their heads chopped off and hearts pierced... There were also some who were still alive, lying on the ground slowly writhing. At this point, whether or not to finish them off was no longer so important.

The blood flowing from the corpse was so much that even though the temperature here was extremely low, it could not freeze immediately. It gathered together and seemed to turn into a scarlet river of blood.

The blood melted the snow, making the blood river wider and longer.

The pungent smell of blood filled the surrounding space, and when it was carried by the cold wind, it entered my nostrils, making me feel nauseous. I couldn't tell if it was blood splattered on the mask or blood mist rising and floating in the air, but my vision was covered with a layer of crimson.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already reached the vicinity of the royal court.

Looking around, the royal court was in complete chaos, with people huddled together. Some were carrying infants, while others carried huge bundles on their backs, mostly containing gold, silver, and valuables, likely looted from Ning Kingdom. Seeing their escape route blocked, some feared being caught by the monsters behind them. Gritting their teeth, they drew their scimitars and slashed forward, carving a bloody path through the crowd.

Pain, fear, screams, despair...

I wonder if Pingyang Prefecture was also like this when it was massacred?

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Song Yan then made a gesture, and Wang Chao and Luo Tianyang, who were born with superhuman strength, took two thunderbolts from the black-armored soldiers behind them, lit the fuses, and threw them at the most crowded part of the royal court.

Boom... Boom...

The crowd was instantly blasted into two huge blank spaces.

These two thunderbolts were extremely effective, and their killing power was probably several times greater than that of the previous ones.

Burnt chunks of flesh mixed with blood and dirt splattered everywhere like hailstones, covering the surrounding barbarians in filth. Already terrified, they were now even more frightened, screaming and scattering in all directions.

With a cold gaze sweeping over the crowd, Song Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with what she had done.

Perhaps most of the people in the Wuji royal court have never set foot on the land of Ningguo, but they have enjoyed the grain and wealth obtained by their husbands, brothers, sons and fathers through burning, killing and looting within Ningguo's territory. For this reason alone, they are not innocent. In Song Yan's case, there is no such thing as 'the sins of the family not being visited upon them'.

The warhorses finally entered the royal court.

A black-armored warrior flung open the curtain of a tent and saw a family inside frantically packing up all their valuables and food. Hearing the commotion, he looked over and met the black-armored warrior's bloodshot eyes.

The black-armored warrior smiled at the family inside the tent.

Then he took out a thunderbolt, lit the fuse, and threw it into the tent.

Rumble.

The entire tent, along with the people inside, was instantly blown to pieces.

Similar situations are occurring everywhere.

The flames from the explosion ignited the tent made of animal hides.

In an instant, it fell like a rain of fire.

The fire landed on the other tents, and quickly spread.

The cold wind was blowing, making a whooshing sound, and the flames that had sprung up instantly tilted downwards. The Wuji tribe's tents were so densely packed that the tilted flames landed on the roof of another tent.

Burn it, burn it, burn it.

Song Yan had temporarily stopped his horseback riding and swordplay. He simply stood silently on the outskirts of the royal court, his warhorse hovering as the raging flames gathered and shot straight into the sky. The entire world seemed to turn crimson, and even the moon in the sky was obscured by the fire on the ground.

The flickering flames illuminated Song Yan's face, causing the metal mask to reflect an eerie light. The heat, mixed with the wind, rushed towards him, quickly evaporating the bloodstains on the mask.

The dark brown stains looked even more menacing.

His eyes revealed nothing, neither joy nor sorrow, only indifference.

The thunderbolts are still exploding.

Seeing the chaos in the Jurchen royal court, Song Yan suddenly remembered something: was today New Year's Eve or New Year's Day? He couldn't quite remember, but it was either New Year's Eve or New Year's Day, so it was New Year's Day anyway.

As he listened to the deafening sound of firecrackers, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind: Could this be considered the saying: "The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and new peachwood charms replace the old ones"?
After all, the atmosphere at the scene was incredibly lively, it was so hot it was unbearable.

Then he realized that such an idea was ultimately a ridiculous joke, so he shook his head.

Gradually, the sounds of fighting and screams subsided.

Most of them managed to escape. With Song Yan's orders given in advance, the black-armored soldiers did not pursue them. Some of the idle black-armored soldiers wandered around the royal court, looking for survivors to chop off their heads with a single blow. They might also sneak into some tents that had not yet been ignited by fire, and when they came out, they were carrying a large bundle on their backs.

Some people searched through the corpses on the ground, and if they were lucky, they could find some silver or copper coins. Underneath the mask, they would reveal a slightly smug and somewhat naive smile.

Song Yan did not stop this.

This is the rule of this world: after a victory, the soldiers are always allowed to loot and indulge themselves. In fact, the biggest motivation for many soldiers to join the military might be the celebration after a victory.

Although the Black Armored Soldiers were strictly disciplined, it was already the limit that they did not harm their own people or humiliate women.

In fact, there was another factor behind this looting: the prolonged fighting and the constant deaths of comrades put immense pressure on the soldiers' morale, and looting could be seen as a form of indulgence that could relieve their mental stress.

After looking around, Song Yan steered his warhorse toward the other side of the stable.

There were still some warhorses in the stables, numbering about two or three thousand. Most of them had been ridden away by the royal cavalry, and scattered and fled under the roar of thunder. There were not many left.

However, this is no small number. If they can be tamed and brought back to Xinhou County, it would be a good harvest.

Although there weren't many warhorses, the number of naval horses used to transport goods was quite staggering, exceeding ten thousand. Even if they were sold, they could fetch a considerable amount of silver.

These horses were naturally terrified of the thunderclap, but they were tightly tethered and ultimately couldn't escape.

Just then, one by one, the black-armored warriors left the royal court.

It wasn't that the looting was over—it wouldn't be easy to loot all those corpses—but rather that the fire was getting bigger and the temperature was getting higher. If they stayed in the royal court any longer, they would definitely be roasted alive.

Looking around, all the tents in the royal court had been set ablaze, some already reduced to ashes carried away by the wind.

Some were burning fiercely, along with the thousands of corpses inside the tents.

As the towering flames completely engulfed the entire tribe, Song Yan let out a heavy sigh. He knew that from this moment on:
There is no royal court in Liaodong!
(End of this chapter)