My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The island is located in the southern part of the island, and the terrain is uneven.

A massive wooden city, built against the mountainside, sits perched halfway up the mountain.

The terrain here is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The city walls are made by ramming thick round logs into the ground one by one, and the outer layer is coated with moisture-proof black mud.

The city walls were densely packed with Japanese foot soldiers wielding longbows.

They stared in horror down the hillside.

Five hundred soldiers of the Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Army formed a simple cone-shaped charge formation.

There were no war drums or conch shells; the five hundred men lay silently on the muddy mountain path, like a heavy, cold piece of cast iron.

Yuchi Gong rode a magnificent black horse at the very front of the wedge formation.

He wasn't carrying the standard Tang Dynasty longsword, but rather two thick, heavy, finely polished steel bamboo whips. Black iron armor enveloped his towering body, and his face was so black it seemed ink could drip from it.

He lacked Li Jing's patience in strategizing and deploying troops.

"Fire arrows! Shoot them dead!" the Japanese general on the city wall roared hoarsely.

hum-

Thousands of inferior bamboo arrows and bone-tipped arrows poured down from the mountainside, like a sparse hailstorm, scattering haphazardly onto the bright armor of the Tang soldiers.

The crisp, tinkling sounds blended together.

These tattered objects, lacking even iron arrowheads, couldn't even produce a spark against the outermost breastplate of the Tang Dynasty armor; they were simply deflected and fell limply into the muddy water.

Yuchi Gong raised his hand to deflect an arrow that was aimed at his face, then suddenly grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"With that weak strength, you're not even fit to tickle me!"

With a loud roar, Yuchi Gong spurred his horse's flanks, and the black horse beneath him let out a long neigh. Its hooves flew, shattering the puddles on the ground, and like a black lightning bolt, it broke away from the infantry formation behind it and charged alone toward the city gate halfway up the mountain.

"Stop him! Stop that black devil!" The Japanese on the city wall were terrified and frantically threw stones down.

Yuchi Gong did not dodge or avoid at all.

He rushed to the city gate, his arm muscles bulging instantly, forcefully breaking through the heavy iron armor. Two steel whips, each weighing dozens of kilograms, swung in mid-air, forming an impenetrable black whirlwind. Using the terrifying momentum of the charging warhorse, they slammed heavily onto the two tightly closed wooden gates.

boom!

A deafening roar echoed through the valley.

The solid wood gate that the Japanese were so proud of was as fragile as tofu in the face of absolute violence. Wood chips flew everywhere, the huge hinges snapped, and the two doors collapsed inward with a crash, smashing the dozen or so Japanese foot soldiers who were desperately holding the wooden door shut behind it into a bloody pulp.

"kill!"

Yuchi Gong flicked the reins, and his warhorse leaped over the broken city gate, crashing headlong into the crowd inside the city.

He relied solely on brute force, wielding his double whips left and right. Each swing was accompanied by a sickening sound of bones cracking. Japanese soldiers who came into contact with the iron whips, whether wearing bamboo armor or leather armor, had half of their bodies collapse and fly several feet away like broken sacks, crashing into the surrounding wooden walls, where they could not be pried off.

"Enter the city! Leave no one alive!"

Taking advantage of the situation, five hundred Tang Dynasty Xuanjia soldiers surged into the broken city gate, their long swords like a forest, and began a merciless harvest.

This was a crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, their eyes bloodshot, wielded their blades with incredible speed, hacking any living creature that stood in their way into pieces.

Half an hour later, the resistance on the outside was completely wiped out.

Yuchi Gong dismounted, picked up his blood-dripping double whips, and kicked open the gate of the tallest and most luxurious mansion in the center of the fortress.

The accompanying translator followed closely behind him, clutching a short knife for self-defense, his face pale.

There were no warriors lying in ambush in the main hall of the mansion.

The local daimyo and a portly landowner were kneeling tremblingly on the tatami mats, accompanied by a dozen or so women dressed in kimonos.

Seeing Yuchi Gong stride across the threshold like a blood-dripping god of death, the man trembled with fear, kowtowed to the ground, and cried out incoherently. As he cried, he reached out and grabbed the women behind him, roughly pushing them forward.

The women were trembling with fear, but dared not resist. They could only obediently kneel at Yuchi Gong's feet, tearing open their already loose clothes to reveal large patches of white flesh, posing as if they were being taken by a master.

Yuchi Gong frowned deeply, and slowly raised the iron whip in his hand.

"What is that bastard barking about?" Yuchi Gong turned his head and asked the translator with a look of disgust.

The translator swallowed hard, suppressing the churning in his stomach, and replied in a low voice.

"My lord, this man says that if you would have mercy and spare his life, he would be willing to give you all the gold and silver in the city."

The translator pointed to the women lying on the ground in disheveled positions, his voice growing increasingly hoarse.

"He also said that these were his wives and daughters, and even his own sister. As long as the Duke is happy, he can personally serve you and enjoy them without the slightest complaint..."

Yuchi Gong was stunned.

Although the Tang Dynasty was open-minded, the fundamental principles of human relations and social norms were ingrained in its very being.

His large, bell-like eyes were fixed on the man who was still kowtowing and fawning. Seeing the man's shameless behavior, an uncontrollable feeling of nausea instantly welled up in his throat.

To save his own life, he treated his wife, daughters, and younger sister like livestock, and even took pride in it.

"Pooh!"

Yuchi Gong spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the face of the famous man, causing his stomach to churn violently.

"You're worse than an animal! I'd rather chop you down than it would dirty my whip!"

Yuchi Gong stepped forward, disdaining to use his weapon, and directly raised his heavy iron-clad boot, aiming it at the daimyo's head, and stomped down hard.

puff.

It was like stepping on a ripe, rotten watermelon and smashing it. Red and white filth splattered all over the ground instantly.

The fat landlord next to him was so frightened that he wet his pants, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted. Yuchi Gong didn't even bother to look at him, and casually stomped on his neck, breaking it.

"set fire."

Yuchi Gong turned around, strode out of the gate, and gave orders to his personal guards without looking back.

"Burn this disgusting place to the ground, don't leave a single corpse behind, it's nauseating to look at."

The fire quickly spread throughout the mansion.

After clearing out the castle town, the army continued its advance. On a flat area halfway up the mountain outside the castle, a gloomy, dilapidated wooden temple appeared.

White banners were planted around the temple to summon souls. There were no gods or Buddhas enshrined inside. Instead, the temple was filled with densely packed wooden plaques with the names of Japanese samurai written in distorted characters.