Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 89 Kill them all, burn them all, rob them all? (2)

A cool, silvery glow shone like a veil across the boundless sea. The beach stretched like a winding silver ribbon, each grain of sand gleaming with a tiny glimmer, like tiny diamonds covering the ground. Waves rolled in one after another, their crests shimmering in the moonlight like stars falling into the sea, rising and falling, twinkling, and dancing.

The sea level in the distance merged with the sky, making it difficult to distinguish where the sea was and where the sky was. The reflection of the crescent moon rippled on the sea surface, as if another moon was slowly rising from the bottom of the sea.

Quiet, peaceful, and beautiful.

The sudden appearance of ships shattered the beauty into pieces.

The boat is not big and can only accommodate about thirty to fifty people.

The ship was in tatters, and the sides and decks were covered with traces of knife and axe cuts, as well as dark brown stains, like blood that had dried for many days, dirty and filthy.

There were so many ships that they were densely packed along the coastline, with no fewer than a hundred at a glance.

One after another, figures jumped off the boat and gradually gathered together by stepping on the sea water. There were probably no less than 5,000 of them in a black mass. Most of the Japanese pirates were not wearing armor, but were wrapped in gray-black robes, dressed like ronin.

The weapons were quite sophisticated, all of them were long Japanese swords, with relatively light blades and narrow curved edges. They were extremely sharp, flashing a cold light under the moonlight. There was no doubt that ordinary leather armor could be cut through easily.

The handle is made of wood and wrapped with polished fish skin on the outside, which can effectively prevent it from falling off due to excessive force.

All eyes were focused on the man in the front. He was tall, dark-skinned, and had a scar on his face that ran from his left eyebrow across the bridge of his nose and slanted down to the right side, as if a centipede were crawling across his face.

Saburo Hirata.

The leader of this group of Japanese pirates.

Beside him are Hirata Rokuro and Hirata Nanashiro, both of whom are his brothers.

Swish!
The silver Japanese sword was raised high, with the blade pointing directly at the crescent moon in the sky.

"set off!"

boom! boom! boom!
The Japanese pirates gathered together like a huge black block, moving towards the distant Ningping County, and muffled thunder-like sounds came from the ground.

There are actually some villages nearby, but they have long been deserted. After all, it is close to the ocean and there is no county town to block it, so it is often plundered by Japanese pirates. Even if there are still people living in this village, there are probably not many people.

In the eyes of these Japanese pirates, these people from the Central Plains are simply stupid.

What’s the point of just burying your head in farming?

After much difficulty in growing grain, most of it had to be handed over to the government and exploited by the landlords, and the small portion left was plundered by them.

This can no longer be considered a human being, it is purely prey.

If there weren't a more important target tonight, I would have gone there to hunt.

A dozen miles wasn't much for these pirates, and it wasn't long before they reached Ningping County. Looking at the towering city walls, Hirata Saburo's eyes were sinister, twisted, and excited. Breaking into a county town, burning, killing, and looting—this was a first for him... Ningping might be just a county, but the walls were still five or six meters high. The pirates excelled at raiding, not sieging.

squeak...

At that moment, a heavy, hoarse grinding sound echoed, and the massive city gate slowly opened. Behind it stood eight soldiers guarding the gate. "Mr. Hirata, we've opened the gate at the appointed time, as ordered by the county magistrate. The rest is up to you," the leading soldier said, his face brimming with smiles. His gaze swept across the vast, dark mass outside the gate, and his heart skipped a beat.

Good guy.

This must be several thousand, right?

Ningping County is expected to be a river of blood.

But what does this have to do with him being a gatekeeper earning 300 coins a month?
The silver sent by the county magistrate was equivalent to his food and salary for ten years.

In this world, if people don’t care about themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth!

Saburo Hirata opened his mouth wide, causing the scar on his face to twist. The centipede seemed to come alive, wriggling on his face, looking even more creepy.

The next moment, with a swish, the Japanese sword in his hand swept across.

puff.

A strong smell of blood filled the area near the city gate.

Just as he finished speaking, the soldier who was still dreaming of a bright future was instantly cut in half. The body, broken into two pieces, fell to the ground, blood mixed with intestines spilled all over the ground, the mixture of blood and stench was disgusting.

He was cut in half, but he was not dead yet. Half of his body was still twitching, and his wide-open eyes were full of fear and disbelief, as if he had not expected that he would end up like this.

He was unwilling to accept this. He had just received a large sum of money but hadn't enjoyed it yet, and Xiao Cui, who was beckoning with red sleeves, hadn't been redeemed and brought home yet...

The remaining seven people did not expect that such a thing would happen. Their faces changed drastically. Before they could react, the Japanese pirates crowded at the city gate pounced on them like hungry wolves, and the Japanese swords in their hands went in and out of bodies with a whooshing sound.

Blood spurted out, and the ground was instantly dyed scarlet.

"Everyone..."

Saburo Hirata's voice was extremely hoarse, sounding like rusty iron pieces squeezed together and rubbing against each other. He was ambushed by a hunter during a robbery. The arrow whizzed past his neck and tore a wound in his throat. Although he survived, his vocal cords were damaged.

My eyes swept across the county town in front of me. The smooth roads were definitely not found on the island. The wooden and brick houses were also incomparable to the thatched houses on the island. The bright moonlight enveloped the county town, as if it had sprinkled silver light everywhere. A hoarse voice roared:

"Kill all these Central Plains people."

"Burn down their houses."

"Take away all their food, wealth, and women."

The Japanese sword pointed forward: "Kill!" With a roar, Saburo Hirata took the lead and rushed to the front. In Saburo Hirata's eyes, the docile people from the Central Plains were like a flock of sheep and posed no threat at all.

Food, wealth, women... stimulated the nerves of every beast. They howled neurotically, and the crunching sounds of their clogs trampled on the road, mixed together, as dense as raindrops. Thousands of people moved at the same time, and the entire county seemed to tremble slightly.

The warm night breeze blew towards him, lifting his robe as he ran rapidly. The excitement brought by the speed made his blood boil. Slaughtering the weak Central Plains people like pigs and dogs was his greatest enjoyment, even more exciting than conquering women.

Finally, Saburo Hirata rushed to a house. He kicked the door open with a flying kick, intending to start the massacre, but the house was in a mess. There was no valuable thing to be seen, and even the bedroom was empty.

not at home?
He was originally in a bad mood, but this was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. He felt indescribably depressed.

He thought it was just an accident, so he led his men to another room, where he saw the same scene.

No one yet?
What is the situation?
Saburo Hirata's face was completely twisted. He wanted to vent his anger with blood and death, but the depression in his chest was accumulating more and more, and gradually turned into crazy rage.

Looking around.

They were all companions who came out of houses, with nothing in their hands.

Damn, was I tricked?

Bang...bang...bang...

Just at this moment, dull footsteps suddenly sounded from all directions.

Saburo Hirata's expression changed slightly, and he fired a flare arrow. Many Japanese pirates quickly gathered from all directions and formed a circle. Looking around, he found that near the city gate, there were figures walking out of all the alleys, without missing a single one, as if they had condensed into a huge fan, surrounding the city gate.

trap?

As soon as this thought came to Saburo Hirata's mind, he heard a chuckle coming from beside him. Looking closely, he could see that although these people walking out of the alley were tall, they were all dressed like farmers.

What matters most is what they have in their hands.

Rattan shields and the like can still be considered protective gear for combat, and dung forks can barely be considered weapons, but what is that thing that the person in the front is holding in his hand?

Is it bamboo?

Can this thing be considered a weapon? How much damage can it do?

Throughout the history of ancient wars, the wolf-whip is an extremely special weapon. Unlike battle axes, spears, lances, swords and the like, which have lasted for a long time, it is only a flash in the pan. When the Japanese pirates were eliminated, the wolf-whip also disappeared in the long river of history.

This weapon was specifically designed to target the Japanese pirates.

Facing the rain of arrows from the Central Plains army, the wolf spear was useless. Facing the charge of the Northern Barbarian cavalry, the wolf spear had no effect at all. The only thing it could do against the Japanese pirates was their nemesis.

In this era, the wolf-whip appeared for the first time.

Seeing these farmers actually carrying bamboos to fight, the Japanese pirates immediately burst into laughter, as if they did not take the wolf-whip seriously.

"Master, give me a thousand men and I will go and kill all these people from the Central Plains." Hirata Shichiro volunteered to fight.

Facing a few hundred farmers, a thousand people are enough.

After finally seeing a living person, he couldn't wait to taste the blood.

Unlike Hirata Shichiro's arrogance and boastfulness, Hirata Saburo frowned. Although he didn't think a group of farmers carrying bamboos could do much harm, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression in his chest.
"Be careful, something's not right."

"Don't worry, brother. One thousand versus a few hundred. The advantage is mine."

Shichiro Hirata puffed out his chest, waved his hand, and led his thousand men towards the nearest farmer.

A thousand people may not sound like a lot, but when gathered together they form a huge black mass.

In the moonlight, heads were moving around.

The sharp blade flashed with a cold light.

Thousands of Japanese pirates launched an explosive charge, sweeping in like a dark cloud covering the earth.

Accompanied by incomprehensible howling and excited and distorted faces, it was as if a hundred ghosts were parading at night, with an unstoppable pressure.

The group of so-called farmers stood still, showing no fear at all even when facing enemies that outnumbered them by several times. Seeing that the enemy was approaching them, they picked up the wolf-whips in their arms and stabbed forward.

Crackling.

Bamboo branches smacked his face, stinging it with burning pain. Hirata Shichiro's vision was severely affected, and his forward momentum faltered.

At this moment, a spearman stabbed forward with the dung fork in his hand.

puff!

Hirata Shichiro only felt his body tremble, and a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen. He looked down and saw three holes in his stomach.

The next moment, the dung fork was retracted.

Pull out soft tubes.

Could it be his...

Intestines?

(End of this chapter)