Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

As the three unleashed their full firepower, both the Japanese pirates charging forward and the more than one hundred natives of the Dreamland World watching from behind were shocked.

None of the Japanese pirates in front of them were able to get within ten meters of Chen Xiao and his group.

As if there were an insurmountable chasm, ten meters away, the corpses of the Japanese pirates lay scattered on the ground, some lying face down, some lying on their backs, and some still in a forward-charging posture, but none of them could stand up anymore.

For these three elite soldiers, shooting at the Japanese pirates from ten meters away was simply too easy, even a bit of a waste of their talents.

General Li and the Song Dynasty soldiers who had been sent stood behind Chen Xiao and his companions, gripping their long swords tightly, yet feeling a sense of powerlessness.

Let alone these Japanese pirates in front of them, even if they stood opposite Chen Xiao and his two companions, those three black sticks that could spew fire would be something they couldn't possibly withstand.

The air was thick with the mingled smells of gunpowder and blood, making the scholars standing beside them feel somewhat uncomfortable.

After all, they were all people who had studied the classics; they had never seen such a bloody scene before.

It's already quite good if you can avoid vomiting.

General Li opened his mouth, then closed it weakly, repeating this several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence: "Lord Chen... what kind of divine weapon do you possess?"

Chen Xiao didn't turn around at all, and simply replied, "It was bestowed by the Celestial Master."

It wasn't that he was intentionally trying to fool the other party. If it weren't for Zhou Feng, these guns wouldn't have appeared in the present day a thousand years ago. It wouldn't be wrong to say that they were given by Zhou Feng.

Having been rebuffed, General Li swallowed hard and didn't press the matter further.

What he was thinking now was that if these divine soldiers had been aimed at them instead of the Japanese pirates, or at those so-called elite imperial guards of the Song Dynasty, they probably wouldn't have even been able to touch the hem of their clothes before becoming one of those corpses on the ground.

So... what exactly does this Celestial Master intend to do... and is there anyone in Tokyo who can stop him?

Chen Xiao and his two companions ignored the thoughts of the locals and took turns firing. Each time, only one person would pull the trigger, then quickly reload, and the next person would take over.

Ensure that there is always an automatic rifle in a state of continuous fire.

In just one minute, the Japanese pirates realized what was happening.

A few timid people knelt down first, and then, as if infected, one after another, row after row, more and more people knelt on the ground.

These people pressed their foreheads to the ground, trembling all over, threw their weapons aside, and mumbled something in a fast, crisp voice, as if they were begging for mercy.

Chen Xiao and the other two exchanged glances, listened intently for a few seconds, and then a wry smile appeared on their faces.

They were fluent in several languages, but the Japanese language spoken a thousand years ago was vastly different from the Japanese language spoken in this world; it was like listening to gibberish.

Just then, a thin middle-aged man in a blue official robe stepped out from among the scholars behind them.

He was about forty years old and bowed slightly to Chen Xiao: "Lord Chen, I work in the Maritime Trade Office and have had dealings with these Japanese people before, so I can communicate with them."

Chen Xiao casually waved his hand, and the man quickly walked to the kneeling Japanese pirates, bent down and listened for a moment before raising his head: "Lord Chen, they are begging for mercy, saying that they only came with their lord and did not know that they had offended the immortals of the Celestial Empire. They beg you to spare their lives."

"Lord? Which one is their lord?"

The official from the Maritime Trade Office asked a question to the kneeling Japanese, and they all pointed to the first guy Chen Xiao had killed.

Well, that's how you take down a big fish with one shot.

"Lord Chen, this man is the head of a nearby manor, commanding over a hundred servants. They were out on night patrol when they saw the iron bird descend from the sky. They thought it was divine punishment and were about to worship it, but when they saw us emerge from the iron bird, they were ordered to seize it. Unexpectedly..."

"Oh…"

There was no need for the officials of the Maritime Trade Office to relay the rest of the words; a hint of mockery appeared on Chen Xiao's face.

These Japanese pirates have had this inherent evil nature for over a thousand years. They wanted to steal everything they saw and coveted all the good things they saw. They deserved to die.

"Tell them that if they want to live, they should lead the way to the nearest village where there are houses and food. If they can do that, they will live; if they can't, they will suffer the same fate as their lord."

The official from the Maritime Trade Office was taken aback for a moment, but still dutifully translated it.

After hearing this, the kneeling Japanese pirates exchanged glances, and then the leader mumbled something, but Chen Xiao only noticed that he kept waving his hands.

boom!

With one shot, another Japanese pirate fell.

Both the Japanese pirates who were still talking and the officials of the Maritime Trade Office were stunned for a moment.

Isn't this still under discussion and negotiation?

Why did Chen Xiao fire the gun so quickly?

Chen Xiao completely ignored their expressions, and instead walked up to a Japanese pirate, looking at the official from the Maritime Trade Office: "Translator, have him lead the way."

Without the slightest hesitation, the official began translating. Just as the Japanese pirate was about to shake his head, barely making a gesture, Chen Xiao decisively fired.

boom!

"Next."

Perhaps they have relatives in that village, or perhaps they are still loyal to the local powerful figures in that village.

But what does this have to do with Chen Xiao and his group? If they don't want to prove their worth, then they have no worth.

What's the point of keeping someone who has no value around?

When Chen Xiao had just shot the tenth person, that person had only uttered one syllable when Chen Xiao shot him down to the ground with a bang.

"M-Sir, he agreed..."

The official from the Maritime Trade Office said something somewhat bewildered, and the remaining Japanese pirates knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

This man is a killing machine!

Do you agree to be killed, or do you disagree and still be killed?

"Oh, sorry, I just drove off on a whim. Ask the next person if they agree."

Chen Xiao scratched his head nonchalantly, showing no sign of regret.

Upon hearing the translation from the Maritime Trade Office official, the group of Japanese pirates nodded frantically, as if afraid that if they were too slow, they would also be sent away.

"That settles it! All that fuss!"

Looking at the automatic rifle that Chen Xiao had slung over his shoulder, the few intellectuals who wanted to expound on the idea that killing prisoners of war was an ominous act hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to keep quiet.

The Japanese pirate kneeling at the front spoke first, stammering out a long string of words.

He said…

The official from the Maritime Trade Office had a strange expression on his face: "The nearest village is about five miles to the north. It's a large estate with nearly a thousand people and several hundred servants. As long as you don't kill him, he's willing to become your servant and guide you."