Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 96: Destroying the Japanese (3)

"Kill him."

There was hardly any fluctuation in Song Yan's voice.

These seven had likely done nothing evil, not because they didn't want to, but because they were too young to do anything. Perhaps it was a bit cruel, but Song Yan knew very well what it meant to "cut the grass at its roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows." He didn't want to be suddenly sought out for revenge eighteen years later.

Now that you have done it, you must do it thoroughly.

It was a mercy not to pour boiling water on the ant nest.

What's more, according to the laws of Ningguo, as a local official, he colluded with the Japanese pirates and massacred the people of Daning, which was a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of his family. It was just that he died a few days earlier, so there was nothing to worry about.

Yang Chang trembled. Those were more than a hundred people, not more than a hundred pigs. Could they be killed just like that?
His mother, his father, his sister...

Faces appeared before his eyes, and a hoarse wail rang out from Yang Chang's throat. Tears streamed down his face, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Song Yan intently, as if he wanted to pounce on him and bite off a piece of flesh from his body: "The Yang family will not let you go."

"You will understand how terrifying the Yang family is in Ningguo."

"Just wait for the next revenge."

Perhaps because he knew Song Yan would not spare his life, Yang Chang did not beg for mercy. Instead, he roared and cursed like a madman: "I will be waiting for you down there..."

"Then you'll have to wait."

She raised her toes and kicked Yang Chang on the chin with a loud bang.

The jaw shattered instantly.

His head tilted back hard, and his cervical vertebrae broke directly. His head seemed to lose support and tilted to the side, and then he died.

Stepping over Yang Chang's body, Song Yan walked towards the inner hall.

When he arrived at the inner courtyard, he smelled a strong smell of blood. All he saw were broken corpses lying on the ground, motionless, with expressions of horror, fear, despair, and pain on their faces... Blood gushed out from the wounds and gathered together.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu had also taken care of the last seven targets. Apart from the breathing of a few people, there was no other movement in the huge inner courtyard.

"Check again and give them all another cut in the neck." Song Yan's voice was extremely cold, without any emotion at all.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were stunned, and glanced at the bodies scattered all over the place. "Sir, is it really that serious?"

They are all professionals. If they say that no one will be left alive, then no one will be able to breathe. They are confident in this regard.

Song Yan said nothing, merely nodding to indicate to Zhang Long and Zhao Hu that they should follow his orders. Once something was done, it had to be done thoroughly, without the slightest error. He knew very well that once he was drawn into this vortex, he had to harden his heart. A soft touch could cost him his life.

puff.

puff.

puff.

The sound of the knife cutting into flesh echoed in the night, making people's scalps tingle.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu finally returned. They finished off all the corpses, mostly in the neck. Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards the city gate. "Let's go! It's time to meet those pirates!"

Song Yan was not sure whether the five hundred veteran soldiers, relying on the wolf-whip and mandarin duck formation, could resist thousands of Japanese pirates.

But until now, the screams are still gathered at the city gate. It seems that at least the Japanese pirates have not broken through the blockade of the Mandarin Duck Formation. This is good news.

Ahhhhh!

The shrill screams were still echoing in his ears. Saburo Hirata's heart was completely twitching into a ball, his face was hideous, and there were corpses lying in front of him. In a short period of time, at least hundreds of his men had died under those strange bamboos and dung forks.

There were only a few hundred people, but they managed to block five thousand people.

How can this be?

Aren’t these people from the Central Plains all weak sheep? When did they become ferocious tigers?

Those strange bamboo poles have almost become meat grinders. As many as rush forward will die. These cunning Central Plains people take advantage of the narrowness of the alleys and cannot even encircle them from the side. If this continues, thousands of brothers will probably be ground to death here.

If he brought five thousand brothers to plunder the county town and failed to grab anything but instead left behind hundreds or even a thousand corpses, then Saburo Hirata would become the laughing stock of all the Japanese pirates.

The honor of the Hirata family must not be tarnished in this way.

"Liu Lang, take some people and climb onto the roof and go around to the back." Hirata Shichiro gave the order in a hoarse voice.

Rokuro Hirata nodded vigorously and directed a group of his men to run forward on both sides. These men were the most agile, with hemp ropes wrapped around their arms and hooks at the end of the ropes. With a strong swing, the hooks were thrown onto the roof and hooked onto the hard ridge. With the help of the hemp ropes, figures began to climb upwards.

Although some people fell from the air due to the deviation of the hook position, there were still dozens of people who finally climbed onto the roof. With the sound of crackling, they quickly ran to the back, and then jumped and fell from the air.

Looking at the dozens of figures in front of him, a ferocious smile appeared on Rokuro Hirata's face.

As long as these people are killed, the blockade along this route will be broken, and the obstructions in other alleys will collapse in an instant. By then, the entire Ningping County will become their own slaughterhouse.

The violence that had been suppressed for so long was almost about to burst through Hirata Rokuro's chest.

He had already raised the Japanese sword high in his hand and opened his mouth, but before he could utter the word "kill", he suddenly heard some movement behind him. Hirata Rokuro suddenly turned around and chopped down the Japanese sword.

scoff.

In a flash, something caught Hirata Shichiro's eyes. It was a black tubular object as thick as an arm and about a foot long.

There were sparks popping up from above. What was this? Fireworks?
Hirata Shichiro thought so, and then... boom!
With a deafening bang, the bomb exploded.

At that moment, flames shot up into the sky, like a huge, blooming devil flower suddenly blooming on the earth.

The strong red light accompanied by thick black smoke stung people's eyes. The flames were mixed with scorching heat. The air seemed to be ignited instantly. The heat wave was centered on the bomb and spread out in all directions like a surging tide.

Hirata Rokuro's body was torn into pieces almost instantly.

Then, an immensely powerful force swept over with the force of a tidal wave. The ground shook violently, as if struck by an invisible giant hand, sending dust and sand flying high into the air. The impact spread along the road to the buildings on either side, and the brick walls collapsed with a loud bang. Even buildings farther away were teetering on the brink of collapse under the impact.

In the dust and fog, broken bricks, wood blocks, metal pieces and other debris were like crazy hidden weapons, shooting rapidly in all directions.

One figure after another was thrown into the air, and before they landed on the ground, streams of blood spurted out of their mouths, drawing scarlet arcs in the air.

Even the farmer who was fighting in the front was shocked and staggered. The originally bloody battlefield came to a brief halt. The Japanese pirates opened their eyes wide, looking at the sky and the front in shock. Even Saburo Hirata was no exception. The centipedes on his face were squeezed together.

What's that noise?
Why is there such a loud roar?

Song Yan also breathed a sigh of relief. This grenade was specially made later. In fact, the changes were not too many. The original ceramic shell was just replaced with a thin cast iron shell, and then it was enlarged and thickened, and the amount of explosives was increased.

Looking at the collapsed walls on both sides, the power has indeed increased a lot, and the facts prove that equivalent is the truth.

Originally, he was not planning to use grenades, which were considered secret weapons. However, Song Yan could not sit idly by and watch this small group of Japanese pirates attack the Wolf Spear Soldiers from behind. After all, this was not a complete Mandarin Duck Formation, and the number gap was too large. If the Japanese pirates attacked from behind, the entire battle formation would collapse instantly, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Of course, it’s not a waste to use these things in daily life.

Unfortunately, even though he had all the knowledge from ancient books to the present in his mind, even the manufacturing drawings of nuclear bombs, theory is theory, knowledge is knowledge, and whether this knowledge can be applied to practice is another concept. What's more, the current industrial level of Ningguo is simply not up to that level, otherwise he would have been able to create a little boy to bring some warmth to his life.

Thinking of this, Song Yan stepped forward quickly. Although dozens of Japanese pirates were blown away, some were still alive. He grabbed a Japanese sword and stabbed it into the head of a Japanese pirate who was still groaning. A strange mucus gradually seeped out along the gap.

Boom...boom...boom...

At this moment, another dull sound came from behind.

Song Yan frowned and turned to look behind him, but saw a dense crowd of figures. Although their steps were messy, they were still shocking when mixed together.

Are they the civilians who were evacuated before?
Under the moonlight, you can clearly see that everyone's face is still filled with fear, but there is no hesitation in their steps forward.

In their hands, they have hoes, axes, and kitchen knives...

They were originally just docile civilians.

But at this moment, the brutality in his bones and the hatred accumulated over the years were also aroused.

Without proper weapons, without any armor, and having never received any training, those figures seemed to reveal an indescribable tragic grandeur under the moonlight.

"Kill the Japanese pirates!"

"Kill the Japanese pirates!"

"Kill the Japanese pirates!"

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(End of this chapter)