The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

The old man even knows the bronze script!

Ji Chen took a deep breath.

Suppressing the surging emotions within him, Ji Chen said in a muffled voice:

"Give that old bastard Ghost Shadow Smoker another lesson, and while you're at it, ask him what all this bronze script means. Oh, and find two more people who know bronze script to come over."

However, Zhang Shunwu did not immediately agree to his order. Instead, he said with some worry:

"Ghost Shadow Smoker is already exhausted from our torture. If we add any more, he might not be able to hold on. As for Jinwen, boss, the Liao people are already hard to find, and now they don't even speak Jianzhou dialect anymore, let alone know Jinwen. They're really hard to find."

"Brother Zhang, I do have a direction, elder brother, do you know the inner city?"

Just then, Commander Liu came over and interjected.

"The inner city?" Ji Chen suddenly realized something after being reminded of this.

"You mean, that city within a city built specifically for the Liao people?"

"That's right!" Commander Liu's eyes held an unreadable expression. "Coincidentally, there's an inner city built right here in this very prefectural city!"

"Moreover, the inner city originally had the function of suppressing rebellions. Although the inner city's military preparedness is now lax, and the barbarian youths only know how to play with birdcages, there must still be a large amount of military equipment and supplies inside, perhaps even more than what we obtained from the armory!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ji Chen's eyes.

The armory is so tempting.

He stole 300 bows, 1032 swords, 200 spears, and even firearms from the armory, though most of them were damp.

However, this equipment would allow his troops to be on par with the Qing Dynasty's regular army in terms of hardware.

"Okay, where is the inner city? Let's go right away, or someone else will get there first."

"It's located in Dongcheng District!"

Ji Chen acted swiftly and decisively. Once he made up his mind, he immediately gathered his trusted men and escorted the spoils seized that night straight to the East City.

Iron hooves trampled the moonlight on the long street, and dogs barked along the way.

The people, who had not slept all night, were filled with anxiety and unease as the horses' hooves pounded on the ground.

But things in this world are rarely as one wishes.

When they arrived at the East Gate, what greeted their eyes was a blaze of fire.

The vermilion city towers of the inner city were engulfed in flames, and the heat wave, carrying with it the stench of burning, assaulted our senses.

From within the city walls, screams of agony rose and fell, from women’s heart-wrenching cries to the dying groans of the elderly, interspersed with the gleeful laughter of the White Sun Cult members.

Ji Chen's expression was gloomy. He suddenly pulled on the reins, causing the horse's head to rise high. The horse then stopped outside the city gate, its eyes filled with uncertain emotions.

The White Sun Cult members inside were practically insane, hacking at anyone they saw and setting houses on fire afterward. The intensity of their venting of emotions was something Ji Chen had never seen before.

So Ji Chen stopped his horse and simply watched quietly.

After a long while, he summoned Commander Liu and said:

"Take some men in and take a look. If you can find someone who knows the script, great; if not, then forget it."

Commander Liu was also quite disappointed. He had been looking forward to the military supplies in the inner city, but now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to give up.

After leaving Ji Chen, Commander Liu became noticeably domineering.

He walked straight up to an old man who was crawling to avoid being attacked by cultists. It seemed that the cultists were in a bloodthirsty frenzy and wanted to kill him as well when they saw him protecting the old man.

Commander Liu stepped forward, grabbed the cultist's wrist with one hand, and stepped on the old man with the other, asking him something fiercely.

Then Ji Chen saw Liu Shoubei curse loudly, kick the old man into the sea of ​​fire, and then slap the cultist who talked back to him a few times.

Ji Chen saw similar scenes several times. First, he would ask the victim in a friendly manner, but when he couldn't get any information, he would decisively change his expression. If there were any clueless cult members nearby, he would also give them a few big slaps before leaving.

Ji Chen shook his head and chuckled, realizing he had seen another side of his subordinate.

About half an hour later, a large group of White Sun Sect soldiers suddenly emerged from the inner city.

Ji Chen took a closer look and realized that the leader was someone he knew.

During the White Sun Dharma Assembly, the first expert to express his opinion was Wu Yinghuan, the master of Qi and Blood Transformation, known as "Ape Fist"!

He was dragging two thugs who looked like dead dogs, muttering, "Finally, my great revenge has been achieved, and my parents' spirits in heaven can rest in peace."

After he finished muttering to himself, he obviously saw Ji Chen blocking the doorway.

Wu Yinghuan's expression changed, and she took the initiative to walk towards Ji Chen: "But is it 'Divine Arrow' Lu Xiao, the young hero, in person?"

Ji Chen's fame for seizing the gate with two arrows spread throughout Yuezhou City in just one night.

Wu Yinghuan had obviously heard of him and was deeply impressed by him.

Since others were polite and courteous, Ji Chen naturally wouldn't be presumptuous. He dismounted and said:

"It is indeed me, Lu. And who is this, Brother Wu?"

Perhaps because he had finally avenged his great enemy, Wu Yinghuan was surprisingly talkative despite his excitement. Perhaps because he had an urge to share, he told her everything.

It turns out that Wu Yinghuan was the White Sun Sect general who massacred the inner city and even burned it down.

From the very first day of the rebellion, he had his sights set on the inner city. His enemies, who had caused the destruction of his family, lived in the inner city, so how could he not keep a close eye on them?

While others were dividing up their territories after conquering the city, he led his men straight into the inner city.

"This damned bastard killed my mother and seized my land. Today I've finally gotten my revenge; even if I die now, it'll be worth it!"

As he spoke, he dragged the middle-aged thug, whose body was covered in wounds and had hardly any unscathed patches of skin, across the ground several times.

"I killed all his bastards, leaving only his nephew. I heard that his nephew is also a wicked man. Every year, the fish farm in Changjiang has to give him a lot of benefits to support the fish farm and the people. I'm going to torture these two a lot."

Upon hearing Wu Yinghuan's words, Ji Chen glanced at the young Liao man with some surprise.

Unexpectedly, Tiger's backer fell so easily.

Thinking of this, he came up with an idea and said:

"We really can't let these two die so easily. I have an idea for Brother Wu: I have a jar of honey here. Why don't we peel off their skin, coat them with honey, and then throw a few beehives at them..."

Tiger is dead, but the debt isn't completely wiped clean. If it weren't for this young barbarian, the head constable of Changjiang County wouldn't have come after him.

Although the outcome didn't cause him any trouble, the constable had already met his end a day earlier than expected, and Ji Chen still kept a few marks on that scoundrel in his mind.

"Alright, let's do it as Brother Lu says. It's just that it's a waste of your jar of honey, which is really too good for this 'benefactor'."

The two chatted amiably, exchanging and discussing no fewer than twenty different forms of torture, gradually raising the level of hospitality afforded to the two thugs.

The young fanged man was still conscious, trembling all over, and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice:

"No, I have a lot of money. If you let me go, I will give you a lot of money, ten thousand taels, one hundred thousand taels, whatever you ask for."

Before Wu Yinghuan could even speak, Ji Chen stepped forward and kicked her twice.

"Foolish! Even if we kill you, the money will still be ours."