C130

Chapter 130 - The Weeping Army

There was a limit to the Chinese people's patience, but the limit they could endure right now was Xiao Letian's death order, an hour. After enduring an hour of hand-to-hand combat and collision, these young military officers had finally survived an hour that had caused their lungs to explode.

Their pocket watches were now the standard equipment for all the officers under Xiao Letian's command. When they saw that the pointer was already 6: 30 in the morning, which was the prescribed one hour defense period, these tigers who were tied up could finally attack openly.

"Charge! Everyone, distribute your weapons!" An hour has already passed. Let's open our mouths and kill! "

"Grab their weapons! Kill these bastards!" "Our brothers' blood can't be lost in vain …"

"Where's the musket? Bring the musket up here and focus the fire on them. Kill these thugs …"

The guards charged like crazy, the officers in the crowd shouting and shouting. Especially the youths, Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun, Luo Huo and even the Japanese swordsman Yepingtai … These young warriors had long held back their anger to the point that their eyes turned blue. They were waiting to start a massacre.

Right now, the only ones who could still maintain their cool were the Winged King Shida Kai and the Great General of the imperial guards, Cai Mao. Elder warriors who excelled in strategy like them were still able to restrain the impulsiveness in their hearts.

"Stop, all of you stop. Mr. Xiao wants to submit to Japanese, even if we have to wait for an hour, we cannot start a massacre …" Damn, who told you to order a combustion bottle! "Have you gone crazy …"

"Slow down, everyone slow down, keep your distance from the Japanese, form suppression, don't kill anymore … F * ck, when did you hide your dagger? Who the hell let you cut his throat? "Is everyone f * cking crazy …"

The two old generals fought to maintain order in the crowd. After all, the prestige of the two of them was still there, first the Chinese and Ryukyu soldiers started to calm down, and although their hands did not stop, their charging speed was obviously slower.

At this time, the officers of the youngsters all went mad with rage. They were unable to vent their anger as they loudly cursed, "F * ck, what the f * ck is this war?" "What kind of bullshit fight is this …"

The Chinese and Ryukyu people are easy to control, but the sea cuttlefish led by Yepingtai were hard to control. This swordsman who had killed to the point that his entire body was like a gourd of blood shouted loudly, "We are the personal guards of the Prime Minister, we are warriors under Master Xiao's jurisdiction, you guys don't care about us … "If you won't do it, then we'll …"

While they were talking, a dozen or so figures scuttled up from the back of the group, with the nimble Xiao Bingtailang at the front. In their hands were a bunch of Katana s, they were all just thrown onto the ground.

"Grab a knife, we'll do it ourselves …" Xiao Bingtailang no longer looked like a bad gambler in the past. With an additional surname, it was like he had a new soul.

He shouted out in influent Chinese, "I am..." The Prime Minister's son … You don't care about me... "Those with red cloth wrapped around their arms, charge with me …" While talking, Xiao Bingtailang and Yepingtai rushed forward with the hundred over sea cuttlefish s on their left and right, as if they had gone mad. Not long after, a field of blood-red appeared in everyone's line of sight.

Xiao Bingtailang's words had actually stunned Shi Dakai, Cai Mao and the rest. When they thought back to what he had said, they had no way of refuting it. Xiao Letian had adopted Xiao Bingtailang as his godson in front of thousands of people. According to the law, if Xiao Letian did not have a son in the future, he would probably inherit the family inheritance.

Although everyone knew in their hearts that it was impossible for him to become the Young Master, Xiao Letian recognizing his godson was also to repay the two siblings for saving his life. However, at such a critical juncture, the identity of this foster son allowed him to become the leader of the team.

When the sea cuttlefish began their slaughter, some of the fanatics in the group could not hold back their emotions, "Even the Japanese rushed up to them, even their master's foster son was killed, what are we doing treating it as a turtle hiding its head …" Fuck, laozi can't take it anymore … "

One by one, the soldiers separated from their primary matrix and charged forward. The situation instantly went out of control, and after much difficulty, they managed to stabilize the troops one by one.

The Winged King Shida Kai was in a rush, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, he realised that his own era was already over, the time when he was the commander of the army in the Southern Wars Battlefield had already slowly disappeared, the time when Xiao Letian was already here.

"The new generation is truly stronger than the previous one. I never thought that I would be marginalized so quickly. But isn't this what I long for …"

The sudden attack of the Japanese Mercenaries had shocked all the fugitives. Kiyoshi Yamamoto was standing at the entrance of the gathering area with one hand holding onto the gate and the other calling the Japanese to retreat towards the concentration camp.

"Run, quickly enter the camp and use all the buildings to defend …" These Qing Guo Nu were treacherous, they had already started killing people … "Fuck, you don't believe me when I say that they will massacre a city? Now look, look …"

"Yepingtai! You bastard... "Eight, eight …" Kiyoshi Yamamoto desperately wanted to gather another army to attack, but it was too late. There was no chance for him to do it now, the courage of all the Japanese s to resist had been completely used up in the long street assault just now.

Tens of thousands of Japanese rushed back to the concentration camp, despairing, they gathered together and snuggled together with their loved ones, closing their eyes, waiting for the final moment of their lives to come. By this time, they were physically and mentally exhausted. They were too tired from the hellish experience of the past few days, which caused them to go from thugs to prisoners to thugs to prisoners once again.

No one would hope that the citizens would get away with it, and now even the Japanese herself could not forgive herself. To see Yepingtai and the sea cuttlefish outside massacring crazily, even the citizens of the could not stand this nightmare anymore.

Die then. This small island nation that was filled with earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons and volcanic eruptions, death has always been one of them. In terms of understanding of the fickleness of life, Japanese was the number one nation in the world.

Gradually, a deep chanting of Buddhist scriptures came from the crowd, followed by a Catholic hymn. At this time, the Japanese's main faiths were Buddhism and Catholicism. In the last moments of their lives, regardless of whether or not they believed in it, they would always lean on their family members and pray once again with all their heart.

Kiyoshi Yamamoto was about to go crazy, he crazily ran around the camp while shouting hysterically, "Get up, you cowards, don't just stand there and wait for death, do it with them … Let's form a formation and fight, we'll fight until we die … God of Heaven will not abandon us, you are all cowards … "Ahhh!"

Kiyoshi Yamamoto was crazy. His eyes were red like a bull's and his hair was loose and fluttering in the wind. The blood and mud all over his body was like pigs rolling out of a muddy pond.

"Coward! You're both cowards! You'll never be able to become a warrior! You'll always be a lowly commoner …" Kiyoshi Yamamoto might not be able to understand it in his lifetime, not everyone would want to become a warrior in this world.

There was a room that sheltered them from the wind and the rain, a bowl of rice to satisfy their hunger, and it was enough for them to reunite with their loved ones. The warrior dream in your heart may not matter to these lowly commoners at all.

Just as Kiyoshi Yamamoto was about to go crazy, a figure suddenly rushed out from within, and smashed him to the ground with a punch. "Yamamoto Miche, wake up, you have already lost your mind due to the blood energy, stop harming others … Xiao Letian has already rushed over, do you think that is his sign? "

Huashan Liyuan held onto Kiyoshi Yamamoto's neck collar and pointed towards the distance as he shouted loudly, "That is Xiao Letian's banner! He has already arrived, there will be no massacres at all! Everyone back away and get out of the way. Xiao Letian will make his subordinates withdraw … "

At this time, there were no longer any fleeing Japanese at the entrance of the camp. Countless pieces of broken furniture and miscellaneous items were thrown out from the gathering area, blocking the entrance like a mountain. Every time Yepingtai and the others wanted to climb up, they would be attacked by the rain of trash.

Just as Yepingtai and the rest were about to break through the trash mountain, the low sound of a horn came from behind the primary matrix. It was the gathering of the army, and all the soldiers who heard the horn had to gather immediately.

"Pah …" "I'll let you live a little longer, you guys wait for death, a bunch of idiots …" Yepingtai scolded, and quickly returned back to the primary matrix with the rest.

Xiao Letian had indeed come, he was carried by Xiang Shaolong, beside him was Sakamoto Ryoma who was on the palanquin, followed by Liang Kun who had just supported him, holding onto Xiao Letian's broken recognition flag, he welcomed the rising sun and ran frantically.

"Sir, strategist, sir, prime minister …" When the army saw Xiao Letian's pale face and the weak Sakamoto Ryoma beside him, they all knew that the matter of the blood transfusion must be real. The soldiers were not only saddened, but they also kneeled down to the ground with a loud 'boom'.

Especially the Japanese sea cuttlefish s who had rushed back, when they saw that Sakamoto Ryoma had come back to life, the reverence and admiration for him in their hearts was like an unending torrent of water, transforming into hot tears that gushed out from their eyes.

At that moment, over a thousand men could no longer suppress their emotions. Their wails resounded like thunder throughout the battlefield. Xiao Letian looked at these simple men with reddened eyes. He knew that in this era, humans' knowledge of blood were filled with the mysteries of religion.

The matter of Xiao Letian treating the Japanese emissary with his blood today would cause all kinds of versions of the rumors to appear within a few days, and these rumors would undoubtedly have a mythical quality to them.

Perhaps some would call him a living Bodhisattva or the unparalleled benevolence of the day, but there would also be people who would call him a hellish evil ghost with devilish spells in his hands. Regardless of whether he was a good or bad person, people deeply admired and respected using their own blood to save their lives. From today onwards, Xiao Letian's team was like cast iron, and it would be hard to move.

This loyalty came from the heart, and was absolutely not comparable to the loyalty condensed by the laws of the high officials, so a trace of the soul of the army was cast.

The thousand odd men crying were all spectacular, Huashan Liyuan stood in the camp blankly looking at the people crying not far away, his heart filled with despair.

"Wailing Army!" This was a cry that came from the heart. Such a sorrowful and tragic military soul, it was likely that no one in this world would be able to withstand it … "He actually became a soldier by crying, and he actually became a soldier by crying!"