The two finished their reports and silently exchanged glances, each discerning a hint of solemnity in the other’s eyes.
Zhou Fu, who stood behind Yang Ge, almost lost his composure upon hearing these two pieces of news.
"Tsk."
Yang Ge stretched his body, smiling yet not smiling, and softly spoke, "Things are finally getting interesting... Zhou!"
Zhou Fu rode his horse forward, cupped his fists, and said, "Second Master!"
Yang Ge said, "I will give you the Twelve Earthly Branches, and you will lead them to take over the command of Mouri Saburou’s ten-thousand-man servant army, covering the rear for the main army... No matter how many troops arrive, or who commands them, as long as the front line has not collapsed, you must hold steady the rear guard!"
Zhou Fu bowed and accepted the command, "Your subordinate obeys!"
Yang Ge said, "Liu Tang!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"You will lead your brothers to take over the command of the ten-thousand-man servant army of Hokkaido Asaichi, covering the right flank of the main army. As long as the front line has not collapsed, you must drive the right flank to keep up with the front line’s offensive pace, break through with all your might!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
"Nangong Feiying!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"You will lead your brothers to take over the command of the ten-thousand-man servant army of Murakami Yuusei, covering the left flank of the main army. As long as the front line has not collapsed, you must drive the left flank to keep up with the front line’s offensive pace, break through with all your might!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Yang Ge extended his hands to help the three men up and said in a deep voice, pausing after each sentence, "This battle is our final great battle on the land of Dongying, and also our decisive battle against the samurai. I hope you all can summon the spirit of King Xiangyu, who destroyed his cooking pots to cross the river, keep up with my pace, and sink this contingent of samurai... Take no prisoners, no captured soldiers, no surrendered generals, and until I order a retreat, keep slashing until the last samurai falls!"
"I urge you all to exert your utmost, finish the mission in one strike, ride through Ping An Jing, and raise your swords at Jianghu Bay!"
"Here’s to leaving our marks for generations in China and for eternal infamy in Dongying!"
After he finished, he shot a gentle stream of Qi Force from his palm onto the war drum just behind him and shouted, "Fight!"
All the men simultaneously drew their weapons, raised them high, and roared at the top of their lungs, "Fight!"
The thunderous sound of the drums, mixed with the roars, spread far and wide, as countless pairs of green eyes lifted to gaze at the back of Yang Ge.
...
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Yang Ge took off his shirt, tied it around his waist, and stood bare-chested on the chariot where the war drum was set up, rhythmically beating the drum.
The surging sound of the drums commanded the servant army to step by step press toward the interconnected samurai forces, their deep and hurried breathing like fiery balls igniting the cold north wind to such heat that all samurai felt unbearably hot, wishing they could strip off their armor and dive into an ice hole for a swim.
"Exalted Wei..."
As the samurai army opened their lines, about a dozen samurai, clad in glittering armor and unarmed, charged at the approaching servant army, shouting loudly.
No sooner had they spoken than a forty-meter-long dark golden sword energy descended from the sky, exploding those dozen riders and creating a blood rain.
Tens of thousands of Dongying warriors raised their weapons in unison, hysterically shouting, "Monkeys giegie!"
Seeing this, Yang Ge immediately swung his muscular arms, furiously beating the war drums. As the surging sound of the drums rose, the Dongying warriors at the forefront, holding their broadswords high, rushed out like a breached flood, screaming unintelligibly as they charged. The screams swept from the front to the back, engulfing the entire contingent.
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This was Yang Ge’s tactic.
No probing back and forth.
No tight, complete formations.
No repetitive, drawn out standoffs.
Just one sentence: Charge the hell in!
If you can’t block, you’re dead in my view!
If you block successfully, I’m dead in your view!
It was brainless...
But brutally simple!
But effectively straightforward!
The roar, like a tsunami, soared into the sky, igniting the inherent wildness and ferocity in all the males present, like a spark starting a prairie fire.
At that moment, good and evil, right and wrong, were worth less than fart!
Only slaughter!
Only victory!
Were the cold water that could quench the fire burning one’s throat and internals!
No one was an exception.
Not even Yang Ge himself!
His bare upper body visibly raised goosebumps, that intense tingling sensation, feeling as if countless tiny insects were crawling all over his body!
He spit out a mouthful of saliva, handed the heavy drumsticks to the drum-beating pirates, and leapt up five or six zhang high.
Seeing this, Erhei, who was following near the chariot, charged forth with vigorous strides, hoping that his foolish master, who had forgotten he even had a horse once he took action, would land on him...
However, as it had just charged out, it felt as if something was missing on its back. Confused, it looked back to find the knife inserted in the saddle was gone!
"Buzz!"
A strong and muffled sound of a bowstring vibrated, a dense spray of arrows like locusts soared into the sky, tracing a smooth arc toward Yang Ge, who was descending mid-air.
In the midst of the chaos, the clear sound of the Cold Moon blade chirping stood out distinctly, so much so that even the running Dongying warriors with their wobbly legs seemed to hear a "clang" of the blade.
"Unsheath and strike!"
Yang Ge, with eyes widened in fury, roared, swinging his sword to sweep across thousands, raising several 40-meter-long dark golden Qi Forces like rainbows in the sky, advancing mightily in front of the arrow rain, cleansing the arrows in one swoop, then unstirringly dropping into the dense Dongying formation below.