Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 533 Brother-in-law, are you impotent? (7,000)
The sea breeze was blowing loudly.

The cabin door swayed back and forth, creaking and groaning.

On the deck, Japanese pirates held torches, which burned in the howling night wind, making the flames flicker wildly and intensely, just like Kono Juro today.

Song Yan's reputation is extremely high.

Especially among the Japanese pirates.

The Japanese are a species that is inherently extremely cruel, violent, bloodthirsty, greedy, and cowardly.

Humans, to some extent, possess some animalistic instincts.

The Japanese took this bestiality to the extreme, becoming even more cunning beasts.

Like a jackal, like a hyena, like a venomous snake...

The Japanese never considered being a pirate or a Wokou (Japanese pirate) to be shameful. Killing men and taking their women, food, and wealth was considered perfectly normal by the Japanese. Burning, killing, and looting in the coastal areas of the Central Plains became a trend on the Japanese islands. Pirates who returned with large amounts of women and wealth were warmly welcomed.

The coastal areas of Ning and Zhao had basically been used by Japanese pirates as their granaries and money bags. Whenever they were short of money, food, or women, they would come and rob them, and they would always return with a full load.

What is left for the states of Ning and Zhao is often devastation.

It is the ashes after a fierce fire.

It was the remains of someone who had died after suffering humiliation and torture.

Ningguo once tried to resist the Japanese pirates, but with little success. Zhao's military strength was even weaker. It can be said that all the attempts by Ning and Zhao to wipe out the Japanese pirates in recent years have ended in failure, and the number of Japanese pirates killed can be counted on one hand. The most ridiculous thing is that there was actually a pedantic scholar in Zhao who tried to educate the Japanese pirates, hoping to make them understand what propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame are. In the end, he had his head chopped off.

But Song Yan was unlike any enemy the Japanese pirates had ever faced before.

He didn't care about his reputation at all; everything he did seemed to be for one thing: to cut off the heads of the Japanese pirates... He seemed to have an indescribable hatred for the Japanese pirates.

There were no constraints or limitations on Song Yan; he would use any means necessary to kill the Japanese pirates. When news spread throughout the ocean that tens of thousands of Japanese pirates had been burned alive outside Ningping County, almost every one of them was terrified.

On the high seas, countless pirate leaders gathered together, their faces flushed, clamoring to storm Ningping and make that damned Song Yan pay the price.

Ultimately, however, no one dared to set foot on that territory.

Even though Song Yan had already left Ningping.

Just kidding. It's fine to make a few boasts in private to vent your anger, but do you really expect them to avenge the tens of thousands of compatriots who were killed? What if they provoke that evil star Song Yan back again?
Of course, it was precisely because Song Yan instilled such intense fear in the Japanese pirates that anyone who could take Song Yan's head would inevitably become a hero worshipped by all the Japanese.

Kono Juro never expected that such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would fall into his lap.

Song Yan only brought eight people with him.

If you miss such an opportunity, even God will punish you.

“Mr. Kono…” Just then, the mysterious Mr. Song spoke up again in a sinister tone. His hoarse voice made Kitagawa Koji’s scalp tingle and he felt uncomfortable all over: “Don’t forget, there is a Japanese pirate guard in Ningping County.”

Kono Juro, who was in high spirits, felt as if he had been doused with cold water. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he did not vent his anger on Mr. Song. Normally, he would never set foot in the coastal area of ​​Ningguo, after all, he did not want to encounter that terrible guy Song Yan. But he had no choice, Mr. Song had given him too much.

Thousands of bolts of silk.

Ten thousand jars of fine wine.

100,000 jin of grain.

That was a price that Kono Juro absolutely could not refuse.

Moreover, he was only to lead his pirates to roam the Ning Kingdom's coast. If he had the opportunity to kill Song Yan, Lin Xue, and Chu Menglan, then he should do so. If he couldn't find a suitable opportunity, he could simply withdraw, and he would still pay half of the reward.

Kono Juro didn't know what grudge or grievance existed between this Mr. Song and Song Yan, Lin Xue, and Chu Menglan that would make Mr. Song willing to pay such a huge price and even actively provide various intelligence. Both of them shared the surname Song, and Mr. Song didn't seem to be very old. Could they be brothers?

But in any case, he was a very generous man.

Damn it, the people of the Central Plains are just too rich.

Now that Mr. Song has suddenly spoken up to stop him, Kono Juro has enough reason to suspect that Mr. Song thinks that Song Yan only has eight people and he wants to do it himself, or spend less money to hire a group of bandits to achieve the same goal, thus saving half the pay.

He's truly a despicable and cunning fellow.

Kono Juro thought he was very clever. In the blink of an eye, he saw through Mr. Song's plan. His dark face broke into an exaggerated smile, revealing two rows of yellowed front teeth: "Oh, Mr. Song, I know your worries, but don't worry. You know the situation in Ningping County better than I do. Those Japanese guerrillas are not the same Japanese guerrillas who initially killed tens of thousands of my compatriots, are they?"

Beneath the mask, no one could see Mr. Song's expression; they could only see his eyelids slowly drooping: "But they receive the same training."

"Hehe..." Kono Juro tossed the woman on his lap aside, stood up, and patted Mr. Song on the shoulder: "Mr. Song, I admit you are a wealthy and generous man, but clearly battlefield combat is not your forte. You simply do not understand the difference between an army that has killed and one that has not. Believe me, the brothers under my command are the fiercest warriors. Once they charge, their momentum will be enough to terrify the so-called Japanese pirates, making them unable to muster even the slightest courage to fight."

"Moreover, the Japanese pirates and the Ningping garrison together number only three thousand, while I have nine thousand brothers. Moreover, it just rained this time, and everything is damp, so Song Yan's best fire attack is completely unusable. Song Sang, please tell me, how exactly am I supposed to lose?"

Kono Juro was full of confidence.

Mr. Song smiled slightly: "Since Mr. Kono is so confident, then I, Mr. Song, congratulate Mr. Kono on his good fortune in battle. Please rest assured that I will not go back on my word regarding the reward I promised you."

He actually called himself Song Sang?
Song Sang? Attending a funeral?

What a damn bad luck.

Nodding slightly to Kono Juro, Mr. Song walked straight out of the cabin. The cold wind on the deck cut like a knife against his face. Mr. Song raised his head, his bloodshot eyes gazing into the distance in the direction of Ningping County.

Song Yan!

I'm back.

The damaged eye still aches faintly. This eye wasn't blinded by Song Yan, but it was caused by Song Yan.

Then he looked at the nearby Japanese pirates, a hint of mockery in his single eye. He wondered how many of them would survive.
No one in this world understands Song Yan better than him.

If Song Yan were truly an easy opponent, he would have been killed by those old foxes in the Ningguo court long ago. How could he still be so arrogant and domineering? Why would he have become a wanted criminal, forced to leave his hometown, and even become physically disabled?
However, there's no need to tell these Japanese pirates about this.

Moreover, even if Song Yan isn't killed, just injuring either Chu Menglan or Lin Xue might directly trigger a war between Chu and Ning, right? Thinking this, Mr. Song seemed to conjure up some bloody and insane scene, and an extremely unpleasant, maniacal laugh emanated from beneath his mask:

Jie Jie Jie!

……

The rear residence of the Luo family.

With the business concluded, Luo Tianchu, Luo Tianquan, and Song Yan casually chatted about everyday matters, occasionally bursting into laughter at the most amusing moments.

"Brother-in-law, you're seventeen this year, right?" For some reason, the topic suddenly veered in this direction.

Song Yan nodded. In fact, according to the Western age system, he was indeed seventeen years old. However, in Ningguo, age was calculated based on the Lunar New Year. One would only be considered a year older after the New Year.

"You and Tianxuan have been married for over a year now, how come you haven't given us a little nephew yet?" Luo Tianchu gently shook his head. Yellow wine has a strong aftereffect. You don't feel anything when you first drink it, but by the time you start to feel it, you've probably already drunk too much.

Song Yan felt somewhat helpless. In Dongling City, Emperor Ninghe was urging her to have a baby, and now in Ningping, she was being urged to have a baby by Emperor Ninghe's son.

He casually said, "Child, it depends on fate. When fate comes, you'll naturally have it."

Luo Tianchu looked at him with disdain.

Luo Tianquan looked thoughtfully at Song Yan's lower body and said, "Brother-in-law is really a womanizer. He has a lot of women around him. Only my sister is gentle enough to tolerate you like this. But none of these women have gotten pregnant. Brother-in-law, you're not impotent, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yan, whose expression had been relatively normal, immediately became anxious.

He jumped to his feet: "Tianquan, how can you slander someone's innocence like this?"

joke.

He cultivates both the Golden Kidney and the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror.

Even if all the men in the world were impotent, he wouldn't be.

Men, after all, always have some sense of pride.

You can say we're bad at making money, bad at inventing, bad at military campaigns, or even that our reputation as the "Jingguan Maniac" is just a hollow name, and Song Yan won't get angry.

But if you say we're not good at that, that's absolutely unacceptable.

Perhaps because he had drunk quite a bit of rice wine, Song Yan was also a little tipsy. He held his head up slightly, his expression arrogant, and his disdainful gaze swept over his two brothers-in-law opposite him: "I'm not afraid to tell you, your brother-in-law once lasted for two days and two nights without uttering a single complaint. After getting off the bed, I was still as energetic as ever."

Luo Tianchu and Luo Tianquan looked on in disbelief.

Although they are not yet married, it would be impossible to say that they are pure and innocent young men. They must have already arranged for maids and servants to accompany them.

He naturally understands those things that happen in bed.

But then I thought, this brother-in-law is a miracle doctor who can even cure tuberculosis.

Even if he truly had a hidden ailment, treating it wouldn't be difficult. Perhaps he had even concocted some kind of medicine that would make him vigorous and energetic? Then, his eyes became eager. If he could get the prescription, he wouldn't feel timid in front of his wife after they got married.

Perhaps this is instinct.

Men tend to pay extra attention to things related to male enhancement.

The backyard was quite noisy; fueled by their drunkenness, the three of them made a ruckus.

In Luo Tianxuan's bedroom, the doors and windows were open, and a pair of dark eyes were watching the noisy scene in the pavilion from afar, with a faint smile on her lips.

The relationship between Song Yan and Tian Shu Tian Quan was not affected by those upsetting events, and some of Song Yan's worries could finally be put aside. Just as Luo Yuheng had been working hard to maintain the family, Luo Tianxuan did not want the family to show any signs of damage.

Just then, a maidservant hurried in from outside.

"Uncle!"

The sound is crisp.

In Luofu, Song Yan's title has remained almost unchanged.

“An old man came looking for us, claiming to be Wang Qingshan.”

In short, Song Yan's previously dazed eyes suddenly cleared, and he put the wine bowl in his hand back on the table.

"Tian Shu, Tian Quan, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink with you tonight."

With that, Song Yan headed outside.

Luo Tianchu and Luo Tianquan exchanged a glance, both filled with curiosity, wanting to see what their brother-in-law was up to this time, wondering which family would be in trouble this time. Upon reaching the front yard, they saw a slightly hunched old man standing outside the gate—none other than Wang Qingshan. He had apparently rushed over, and was currently leaning against a doorpost, panting heavily.

Upon seeing Song Yan emerge, Wang Qingshan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly bowed, saying, "This old servant greets Ninth Young Master and the two princes."

The imperial edict acknowledging the prince's status has been issued. Although he has not yet been granted the title of king, calling him "Prince" is not entirely inappropriate.

“Ninth Young Master, as you instructed, this old servant has dispatched all our men. As you predicted, there are indeed a few people inquiring about you, especially curious about how many soldiers you brought back this time…” Wang Qingshan said quickly.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard is developing rapidly, with spies in almost every prefecture. Wang Qingshan is in charge of the Embroidered Uniform Guard in Songzhou Prefecture.

Luo Tianchu and Luo Tianquan's expressions also changed. They wanted to know how many soldiers a prince had brought?
What do you want to do?
I just told my brother-in-law about how several powerful families were trying to take action against him. Are they acting this fast?

"As per your request, I have minimized the number of people you brought and exaggerated the amount of wealth you brought," Wang Qingshan continued in his report. "Our spies then followed them and saw one of them go out to sea and board a ship. He must be a Japanese pirate."

Song Yan's smile grew wider: "Very good."

As he spoke, Song Yan pulled out a stick-shaped object, about the thickness of a thumb and half a foot long, from his pocket. It looked like a miniature version of a thunderbolt. He lit the fuse, then swung it forcefully, sending the miniature thunderbolt soaring into the sky. Just as it reached its zenith, it exploded with a deafening roar, and almost simultaneously, a ball of fire of various colors—gold, red, and green—burst into the sky.

This is not a real thunderclap.

It's like a signal flare.

In addition to the gunpowder formula, it also contained sulfur, iron powder, copper powder, and other similar substances.

Since the Prince's mansion was besieged by Kong Nianhan, Song Yan had taken some time to make this thing, so that if he accidentally fell into danger again, he could notify his people sooner. After doing all this, Song Yan noticed that Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan were still staring at him with wide eyes. Obviously, the two of them still didn't understand what had happened, so Song Yan briefly explained the matter of the Japanese pirates.

In fact, Song Yan had already taken note of Meng Kuo's mention of Japanese pirates roaming the seas recently at the banquet organized by Fang Hai. He was very familiar with the actions of the Japanese pirates. They seemed like a group of mindless bandits who only knew how to burn, kill, and plunder, but in reality, they carefully selected their targets, taking into account the wealth of the place and, most importantly, the local defenses.

In a prefectural city guarded by a large number of soldiers, Japanese pirates generally wouldn't seek death.

The fact that Ningping County was prepared for the arrival of Japanese pirates meant that the pirates would likely find out easily. Given that their pirate ships hadn't yet left, this group of pirates must have a significant numerical advantage. However, if they learned that he had also brought his 5,000 silver-armored guards, the pirates might actually turn around and leave, which was not the scenario Song Yan wanted to see.

Therefore, he deliberately underestimated the number of men he was leading to avoid alarming the Japanese pirates, while exaggerating the amount of wealth he was carrying to arouse their greed.

With thousands of cartloads of gold and silver jewelry, it's hard to believe that the greedy Japanese pirates wouldn't be tempted. They might even be dreaming of flattening Ningping and storming into Songzhou.

From this perspective, it does seem to involve some form of entrapment.

But as I said before, it doesn't matter what methods you use against the Japanese pirates; what matters is cutting off all their heads.

Luo Tianchu and Luo Tianquan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with astonishment. Neither of them had expected that their brother-in-law would plan to this extent after only returning home. However, there were still some things that Luo Tianchu couldn't understand: "How can my brother-in-law be so sure that the Japanese pirates will definitely attack tonight?"

“It’s very simple.” Song Yan smiled: “My expertise in using fire attacks is something that anyone with a little knowledge can immediately understand.”

"Right now, Ningping County has just experienced a torrential rain, and everything is wet, making it inconvenient to use fire. Furthermore, judging from the weather forecast, tomorrow should be a good day. If tomorrow is sunny and clear, the sun will shine brightly, which may give me the opportunity to set fire to the place."

"Furthermore, I only have eight men with me, and the Japanese pirates are worried that if I wait too long, I will have to call in the Silver Armor Guards. So for the Japanese pirates, the sooner the better. Considering that even if the Japanese pirates are plundering, they need to feed their people and restore their strength first, I judge that the early morning should be a good opportunity for them to make their move."

Song Yan spoke eloquently, explaining his analysis.

Both Luo Tianchu and Luo Tianquan were shocked.

No wonder those old foxes in the imperial court have repeatedly suffered losses at Song Yan's hands.

It was this set of methods—digging pits, setting traps, luring the enemy, analyzing, and manipulating people's hearts—that even the two of them, who prided themselves on their intelligence, couldn't match. In addition, Song Yan also held military power, and if he couldn't handle things with words, he could directly overturn the table. It suddenly became natural that powerful figures like Chu Licheng and Yang Hetong would die at Song Yan's hands.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Not long after Song Yan explained, a muffled sound of horses' hooves could be heard, mixed with some other sounds, yet as loud as thunder.

Even before the person arrived, just hearing their voice was enough to create a strong sense of oppression.

Under the moonlight, several hazy outlines appeared.

The warhorses were incredibly fast, like a silver torrent sweeping across the streets.

Before long, the silver-armored guards had rushed to the front of the group. As the two leading generals pulled on the reins, the warhorses neighed loudly, raised their front hooves high, and then put them down heavily on the ground, stopping instantly.

"The last general Zhang Han."

"This humble general is Lei Yi."

"I am bringing five thousand silver-armored guards. Please give your instructions, Your Highness."

The silver armor reflected the moonlight with a blinding gleam, their cold, aloof demeanor and chilling eyes sending shivers down even the spines of Tian Shu and Tian Quan. Even those unfamiliar with military matters could tell that the army before them was an invincible elite force. If the Ning Kingdom's army were all like this, how could they have fallen victim to foreign invaders and foreign powers?
"Set out, form ranks outside the city, and meet the Japanese pirates."

Song Yan said in a deep voice.

"Order."

With shouts and commands, the army, which had just stopped, swept out again like a torrent.

“Tianquan, it’s you again this time. Take the guards and oil from the Luo family and burn their ships.”

"Tian Shu, call out all those greenhorns in the general's camp too." Song Yan's smile grew even wider: "It's time for training."

We were just saying that these soldiers preparing to fight the Japanese were only receiving training and had no real combat experience or bloodshed, and now someone is bringing in fresh heads.

Those Japanese pirates were really thoughtful.

Five thousand silver-armored guards were arrayed outside Ningping City.

Tian Shu also summoned more than two thousand Japanese soldiers from the military camp. These men had undergone extensive training, but this was their first time fighting such a war, and their expressions were filled with restless anticipation. Song Yan then ordered some of the Silver Armor Guards and Japanese soldiers to disperse around the camp, each finding cover to conceal their movements and sounds.

"What methods does my brother-in-law plan to use to deal with these Japanese pirates this time?"

Song Yan's methods of fighting, which skillfully utilize external objects, can be described as bizarre. Perhaps in the eyes of those great military strategists and scholars, they are too insidious and unethical, resorting to any means necessary, which is contrary to the right path.

However, everyone has to admit that the effect is surprisingly good, always maximizing the enemy's casualties while minimizing one's own losses.

However, Ningping County had just experienced heavy rain, so fire attacks were not feasible. Luo Tianshu was very curious about what other methods Song Yan would use.

Song Yan's smile grew even colder: "Methods?"

"I have five thousand silver-armored guards and two thousand Japanese soldiers. Unless the enemy has thirty to fifty thousand, what means would a mere Japanese pirate have?"

"Just run them over."

Luo Tianchu was stunned. Just looking at the silver-armored guards in full half-heavy armor, and then thinking of the Japanese pirates who always wore ronin robes, it seemed that there was really no need for any schemes. It seemed a bit too much to bully them.

"Brother-in-law, it seems you have a special hatred for the Japanese pirates, and you seem to really want to kill them?"

"Heh..." Song Yan looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly able to traverse the starry sea and penetrate space: "Those Japanese pirates..."

"I will not mind killing more than I can kill."

……

Meanwhile, at the seaside.

As time passed, dawn gradually approached.

One after another, ocean-going ships came to rest on the shore.

swarms of Japanese pirates appeared on the beach.

After a hearty meal and a short rest, these Japanese pirates were at their most excited. Under the moonlight, their eyes were clearly visible, gleaming with the red light of wolves and beasts.

greedy.

desire.

The thought of the women of the Central Plains made these short figures tremble.

Women from the Central Plains are often delicate and fair-skinned, unlike the Japanese women who live by the sea year-round, who are rough and carefree, and whose antics are the most exciting.

Whenever I think of those women's desperate cries, I feel as if my whole body is filled with strength.

Last time, in the coastal areas of Zhao, the hundreds of women we plundered died within a few months after being tormented day and night. This time, we must plunder even more.

Seeing that the greed and desire of his many brothers had been thoroughly aroused, Kono Juro finally raised his katana high, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
"Men, kill them!"

"The man who slaughtered everyone in the Central Plains."

“Rob all their women, food, and money.”

"Burn down their houses."

"Go ahead and vent."

"Execute Song Yan and topple the Jingguan!"

"Set off."

Ooooooooooooooo!
In an instant, indescribable cries began to echo from the beach, like those of the most ferocious wild beasts.

The next instant, a dense crowd surged toward Ningping County in the distance.

It had just rained, and dense footsteps pounded on the muddy path, splashing water everywhere.

Driven by greed and desire, they moved very fast. As his subordinates sped past him, Kono Juro's expression grew increasingly smug.

So what if Song Yan, the Marquis of Champion, is a Jingguan maniac?

What will become of the nemesis of the Japanese pirates?

I have nine thousand brothers, and you only have eight. How are you going to fight?

Perhaps feeling that this raid would not be dangerous, Kono Juro, who would never normally charge ahead, unusually rushed to the front, howling as he went.

They walk very fast.

Rumble, rumble.

A dull sound echoed in my ears.

Kono Juro had a vague feeling that something was amiss, but considering that he had nine thousand brothers by his side, such a commotion seemed quite normal, so he quickly suppressed his slight suspicion.

It had just rained, but the sky has cleared up again.

As evening fell, a light fog rose over the area outside Ningping County.

Visibility is rather poor.

Suddenly, Kono Juro saw some outlines appearing in the fog ahead.

People from Ningping County?

who can that be?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Kono Juro didn't even have time to react before he heard a whoosh and a tall horse suddenly leaped out of the mist.

On the warhorse stood a young general clad in silver armor.

In his hand, the sharp sword gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight and firelight, and he cleaved down toward Kono Juro's head.

(End of this chapter)