The four brothers of Yang Ge followed the plan, driving over a thousand of Tao’s remnant defeated soldiers into the valley and then herding another thousand servant troops into it, blocking both ends of the valley and letting them slaughter each other.
Logically, over a thousand well-trained, fully armed professional Soldiers, even in a state of lost combat spirit and panicked retreat, should not be match for over a thousand disorganized mobs who could barely hold a katana.
However, with seventy-two warriors tilting the scales, constantly disrupting Tao’s Soldiers’ organized counterattacks and crushing their morale, while continuously creating opportunities for the servant army and boosting their morale...
The servant army gradually overpowered Tao’s remnant defeated soldiers, fighting more fiercely and brutally, with the valley filled with the "monkey gie" howling like wild beasts and the corpses everywhere, making the spectating seventy-two warriors feel uneasy, as if they had unwittingly unleashed a fierce beast.
Standing on the hill, overlooking the entire battlefield, Yang Ge keenly sensed this mood and appropriately pressed the pause button on the blood-enraged servant army at the right moment.
But when Zhou Fu, commanding seven embroidery guards, sounded the retreat signal, what he received was not obedience but a group of blood-enraged servant Soldiers screaming as they rushed towards Zhou Fu and his men with their katanas raised.
Seeing this, Yang Ge stretched out his hand towards those servant Soldiers baring their teeth at Zhou Fu. Instantaneously, hundreds of broken Soldier blades floated up from the battlefield, converging into a metallic torrent that surged into those snarling servant Soldiers, repeatedly piercing through them and lifting up large swathes of blood mist and severed limbs...
The abruptly ceasing wails and the blood mist soaring several meters into the air chilled every samurai in the valley like cold water extinguishing fire, allowing reason to overcome beastial instinct and reclaim the high ground of intelligence.
They looked up with bloodshot eyes at the man on the hill who seemed like a demonic lord, and the blood faded from their gaze.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Yang Ge raised his left hand in a fist, and the hundreds of floating Soldier fragments once again shattered into coin-sized metal pieces.
With an expressionless wave of his hand, thousands of metal fragments dispersed, covering the entire valley with a scintillating glow like a hanging galaxy in the night sky above every samurai’s head!
This once again dumped a bucket of cold water over their heads, quickly silencing the bustling battlefield.
"Sound the retreat!"
Yang Ge yelled at Zhou Fu, who was also stunned.
Zhou Fu suddenly came to his senses, energetically banging his gong.
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"Dang, dang, dang, dang..."
The piercing sound of the retreat echoed across the battlefield, and most of the servant army samurai stopped what they were doing, racking their brains to recall what this sharp sound of retreat meant.
Only a very few samurai, influenced by the killing intent and having lost their wits, continued to slash and howl chaotically.
Seeing this, Yang Ge opened his right hand, fingers fluttering through the air like playing a piano, gently sweeping past those mindless samurai.’
Then, thousands of starlights converged and plummeted, the sharp and violent metal qi instantly blasting those mindless samurai to pieces.
Unbeknownst to him, whether it was because the battlefield was too large and his control over the metal fragments was not as fine, every time the starlight converged, there were accidental injuries. Not only the howling samurai would be blasted into dust, but also the samurai standing relatively close to them would be decimated by the starlight...
After about a dozen groups of samurai were blasted to pieces, the remaining samurais woke up as if from a dream. They either desperately moved away from those foolish ones, or rushed to knock them to the ground, madly swinging at them.
"Sound the retreat!"
Yang Ge halted his finger movements and called out again to Zhou Fu.
Frustrated, Zhou Fu, who had never stopped banging the gong, smashed the large gong that required two people to carry, into pieces with a hammer.
"Dang..."
The broken sound of retreat spread, and the disoriented servant army samurais finally remembered the military discipline that had been conveyed repeatedly during their journey: beat the drums to advance, sound the retreat to retreat.
They quickly abandoned the now powerless enemies in front of them and retreated toward their own formation like a tide, while looking for their commanders as they retreated.
Only after the valley was left inhabited solely by Tao’s Soldiers in black rattan armor did Yang Ge speak again, "Offer surrender!"
Zhou Fu understood, immediately commanding the pirate translators to shout in unison, "Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately; those who resist will be killed without mercy!"
After the pirate translators shouted for the first time, there were soldiers from Tao who dropped their wild katanas and prostrated themselves to Yang Ge on the hillside to show their submission.
By the time the pirate translators had shouted for the third time, the majority of Tao’s Soldiers had already prostrated themselves toward Yang Ge, with only a sparse thirty to forty Tao’s die-hard supporters still standing in the valley, wielding their wild katanas at Yang Ge while angrily kicking at their own comrades.
Yang Ge admired these samurais who refused to surrender and decided to respect their spirit, fulfilling their last wishes in life.
He swept his hand over the valley, and as his gesture flowed, a river of stars flowed across the entire valley, shaving off the taller samurais to be as low as those prostrated ones.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Fu immediately commanded the newly retracted servant army to re-enter the valley and incorporate the surrendered soldiers.
After reorganizing the troops overnight, the servant army’s manpower grew from just over a thousand to over sixteen hundred, nearly half of them being Tao’s elite Soldiers.