Chapter 96 - The Grand Princess's Charm

"Kill the Wokou!"

"Kill the Wokou!"

"Kill the Wokou!"

At first, the voices were a little trembling and disorderly.

They were probably still afraid. Those were the Wokou, who killed without batting an eye. Even if they had mustered the courage to pick up weapons, the fear that had accumulated over the years could definitely not be forgotten in a short time.

However, who knows since when, as if guided by some unseen force in the dark, the people's originally disorderly voices gradually merged together.

Like streams converging into a river.

The sound was like a shout, like a roar.

The wave of sound was like a tsunami, sweeping across the land.

The corners of Song Yan's mouth curled into an almost imperceptible arc. Fear is not shameful. What is shameful is not having the courage to resist.

Thump…thump…thump.

The people's footsteps also merged together, becoming neat and uniform. With one footfall, the entire Ningping County seemed to tremble three times.

Gulp...

Under the moonlight's reflection, in front of the mandarin duck formation, one by one the Wokou's faces were deathly pale. Looking at the approaching crowd in the distance, their throats moved violently. Their fingers were all gripping their Japanese sabers tightly, their knuckles turning white, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

What on earth was going on?

Weren't the people of the Central Plains just weak sheep? Even if there were many of them, they were just a flock of sheep. But why now did their pairs of eyes seem like the ghostly light flashing from a wolf pack in the deep night?

At the very front of the crowd was, strikingly, a woman.

Red lips and white teeth. Who else could it be but Luo Yuheng?

It's just that at this moment, Luo Yuheng's attire was completely different from before. No longer the charm and laziness of palace attire, but a suit of military clothes.

The bright silver women's armor highlighted her beautiful figure. Her three thousand strands of black hair were combed into a neat and tidy ponytail.

A single glance, and even Song Yan couldn't help but have his eyes light up. Heroic and dashing, just like that.

He had never expected Luo Yuheng to have this kind of charm.

Just as the distance between the two sides had closed to a certain degree, Luo Yuheng raised her arm high and swung it forward fiercely, shouting in a deep voice:

"Kill!"

With one command, the sound of footsteps suddenly accelerated, becoming as dense as falling raindrops.

Like a pack of wolves descending a mountain, as far as the eye could see, it was like a vast dark cloud sweeping over. Before the two sides had even clashed, the immense and thick aura was already suffocating.

Their hearts were all trembling. Fear was rapidly expanding at an unimaginable speed. Their legs seemed to have difficulty supporting their bodies, and driven by instinct, they slowly retreated.

Who knows how long passed, perhaps only a few breaths' time. Finally, a Wokou could no longer bear the increasingly exaggerated oppression. A strange cry came from his throat, and he turned and ran.

It was like a switch. More and more people turned their bodies. A great rout had begun.

Under normal circumstances, it probably wouldn't be like this. But just before, several hundred farmers with bamboo poles had slaughtered a thousand of their members. They had been charging until now but still couldn't break through the farmers' blockade. This had already made the Wokou seriously doubt their own strength.

The constantly piling up corpses and the rivers of blood were also constantly stimulating their nerves.

When they were plundering, dead bodies, screams, and fresh blood could make them more excited. But when all of this happened to their own people, all that was left was fear.

In addition, there was that thunder-like roar from before, and that giant fireball, and the rolling thick smoke. People always hold reverence and fear for the unknown, and it's the same even for beasts.

Now, looking again at that dense black mass, the fear surpassed its limit.

There were clearly still three or four thousand Wokou. Even against the regular army of the Ning Kingdom, they still had the strength to fight.

The civilians in front of them were clearly not necessarily more numerous than their own side.

They were even led by a woman.

But once the army's morale collapsed, then it was all over.

Hirata Saburō howled loudly, trying to stop this rout. He even stabbed two of his subordinates who were trying to flee. However, it was of no use to the direction of the entire battle.

Gritting his teeth, Hirata Saburō also ran.

Pity those two subordinates who were stabbed. They didn't die completely right away and were lying on the ground spitting up bloody foam.

Looking at Hirata Saburō's fleeing back, their eyes looked as if they would split from their sockets.

Is this something a human would do? If you're fucking running too, why the hell did you stab me? Are you sick?

Following the Wokou's retreat, the five hundred veteran soldiers who had been desperately resisting their attack suddenly lost their steam and could no longer hold on. Their bodies staggered back and they sat on the ground with a plop, gasping for big breaths of air.

The long period of fighting was an extremely severe test of both will and stamina. Especially for those responsible for carrying the wolf brushes; they only felt that their two arms were as heavy as if filled with lead, and they couldn't even lift them anymore.

People surged forward like a tide. Some carried these veteran soldiers to the rear to be treated.

On the ground, there were still some Wokou who were only injured and hadn't had time to die yet, moaning. Axes, hoes, choppers, sickles, and the like, all sorts of things, came crashing down.

Accompanied by puchi puchi sounds, flesh and blood flew everywhere. They must have been chopped into meat paste.

Ningping County was, after all, only a small county town. The city gate was narrow and couldn't accommodate too many people entering and exiting at once.

Several thousand Wokou were crowded at the entrance. From time to time, someone would fall to the ground. In this situation, once you fell, there was no chance of surviving.

A large number of commoners from the rear had already caught up.

With a thwack, a hoe smashed heavily onto a Wokou's skull.

The Wokou cried out miserably, his body teetering. Just then, a Japanese saber stabbed over from behind—it must have been picked up from the ground by some commoner—and directly pierced through his abdomen.

A sickle chopped into another Wokou's neck. The cervical spine seemed to have been half-severed. The Wokou's body immediately went limp and fell to the ground. The next instant, six or seven figures surrounded him.

A hammer smashed heavily onto the Wokou's head. The head instantly burst like a watermelon, and red and white matter splattered everywhere.

Similar situations were happening one after another.

They were, after all, just commoners.

They didn't understand military strategy, didn't understand battle formations. They only knew that when they saw an isolated person, they would swarm them. Often, a single corpse would delay many people and waste a lot of time. In the middle of it all were mixed various shouts and curses.

By the time they finally escaped from the city gate, Hirata Saburō looked around. Fewer than half of his men had survived. At the hands of that mob of commoners, they had actually lost over a thousand more men.

These were all elite men who had fought with him for many years and survived countless raids.

The thought that from today onwards, the Hirata family would become the laughingstock of all the Wokou made Hirata Saburō feel as if something was stuck in his chest.

The Yang family, you damn bastards, you actually dared to plot against me. Just you pray I don't survive, otherwise you'll have hell to pay in the future.

Although his face was ashen and his spirits were dejected, Hirata Saburō was, after all, the leader of these several thousand men. He took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his chest:

"Retreat! Back to the ships!"

As long as they got back to the ships, they would be safe. Could those damned farmers actually chase them across the sea's surface?

The remaining Wokou had obviously also thought of this point. Their eyes instantly lit up. It was as if a burst of vitality had been injected out of thin air into their exhausted bodies. They ran so fast, like a whirlwind. In the blink of an eye, they had left all the commoners behind. Only some Wokou with injured legs and feet were left behind.

Crack.

His fingers clasped a Wokou's neck. With a forceful twist, the Wokou's cervical vertebra was instantly broken. The corpse was casually tossed aside by Song Yan.

Looking up, the Wokou had already fled a kilometer away.

Song Yan smiled, having no intention of giving chase.

After all, trying to catch up with these people who were single-mindedly fleeing for their lives would be quite difficult. However, for these Wokou, Song Yan had prepared another gift, one that would probably satisfy them.

At the very least, it could give them a bit more warmth on this cold night.

Running frantically all the way until they saw the small boats.

Even though they were already completely exhausted, at this moment, they still desperately moved their legs. As soon as they got on the boats, some people couldn't hold on any longer and lay on the boats, gasping for big breaths of air.

Some sat on the deck and turned to look back. Seeing that no one was chasing them, they also felt slightly relieved.

"Damn it."

"These cunning people of the Central Plains."

"I, Hirata Saburō, swear here that one day I will definitely kill my way back to Ningping." Hirata Saburō's eyes looked as if they would split from their sockets, the centipede on his face trembling uncontrollably:

"At that time, I will not sheathe my saber for three days. In all of Ningping, not even a chicken or a dog will be left."

A monstrous humiliation. This humiliation could only be washed away with the blood of the people of the Central Plains.

"That's right. Those people of the Central Plains are just too cunning. Next time, as long as we are prepared, they will definitely not be our opponents."

"We can join forces with Lord Inoue. At that time, we will directly blockade Ningping. Don't even let a single fly escape."

Perhaps because no one was chasing them, these Wokou felt they were capable again. They had already started to fantasize in their hearts about how exactly they would take revenge next time.

It's just that no one noticed that under the moonlight, the nearby sea surface was all showing a dark, oily sheen.

In the air, there seemed to be a kind of indescribable smell drifting.

On both sides of the coast, two teams of people appeared respectively. There weren't many people, probably only a few dozen.

On one side was Luo Tianyang.

On the other was Luo Tianquan.

The two of them held no other weapons in their hands, only a torch.

Fwoosh!

The next instant, a fiery light shot up into the sky.

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