King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 361 - 150: Mingyu’s Cold Might Breaks the Enemy Lines, Shi Feiyang Slays the Wokou Chief (Part 4)

Under the frenzied attack of the samurai warriors, the Ming Army’s defenses gradually collapsed. The soldiers and martial artists on the city wall were being slaughtered one after another, the scene was chaos, and blood flowed like a river. Seeing this, Banji Tairou let out a burst of maniacal laughter, and with a fierce kick, booted aside the corpse of a Ming soldier, rushing towards the city gate like a bloodthirsty beast, unstoppable.

With a swing of his long sword in hand, all Ming soldiers standing in his way were cut down in a single strike. With a few dull thuds, the city gates were opened, the heavy gates slowly parted as if the Gate of Hell was being unveiled.

Outside the city, seeing the gates wide open, Chida Hisao immediately waved the banner in his hand and shouted loudly: "Charge!" Tens of thousands of samurai warriors surged into the city like a tide, their eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty, like a pack of hungry wolves.

Brandishing their long swords, they emitted strange cries from their mouths, their eyes filled with the gleam of greed and cruelty, their hearts brimming with a desire for wealth and slaughter. Chida Hisao led the charge into the city, executing the "Single Strike with the Wind," swinging his long sword amidst the crowd. Wherever he passed, flesh and blood flew, as if it were a bloody feast.

In the chaotic battlefield, a hero clad in traditional martial arts attire witnessed Chida Hisao’s atrocities, his eyes widened in anger, burning with fury, and without hesitation, he swung his long sword to launch a fierce attack on Chida Hisao.

However, faced with this sudden attack, Chida Hisao merely sneered coldly, his figure swiftly dodging with ease, easily evading the sharp long sword. Immediately, he swung his long sword like lightning in response, and with a "puff," the hero’s body was split diagonally in half from the shoulder, his entrails and blood splattering the ground like a fountain.

The scene was extremely bloody, unbearable to witness.

In this sudden war, the Ming soldiers, martial artists, and disciples from various sects all rose up in resistance, unwilling to submit to the iron hooves of the samurai warriors.

The Ming soldiers quickly assembled, forming an indestructible phalanx, long spears like a forest, attempting to use this dense spear array to block the assault of the samurai warriors and defend their homeland.

However, the samurai warriors seemed completely indifferent to their own life and death, charging towards the Ming phalanx like a group of frenzied beasts, their faces filled with fanaticism and bloodlust, as if death was an honor to them.

In the fierce battle, the samurai warriors swung their long swords, cutting through the Ming soldiers’ long spears, engaging in close combat with the Ming soldiers.

In an instant, the sounds of battle cries, weapon clashes, and pained screams intertwined, echoing throughout Yizhou City, sounds like a call from hell, shocking every soul.

The disciples of the various sects also were unwilling to show weakness, wielding various weapons, they fought to the death with the samurai warriors. Some disciples used dual blades to slash and parry with the samurai, the flashing blades creating bloody splashes; some disciples performed martial arts, entangling in close combat with the samurai, each punch accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, striking the samurai and drawing blood from their nose and mouth.

But the samurai warriors outnumbered them and wielded fierce sword techniques, the situation turned increasingly unfavorable for those defending the city, with each passing moment, people were falling, their blood dyeing the earth red. In this brutal battle, the blood on the streets pooled into rivers, flowing through the cracks in the cobblestones as if the earth itself was weeping, mourning for the innocent souls.

The corpses lay strewn over the ground in disarray, among them were Ming soldiers, martial artists, disciples from various sects, and ordinary citizens.

Some of them had faces still marked with terror from their last moments, while others maintained a combat posture, their lives cut short at this moment, becoming sacrifices in this war.

Raging flames devoured the buildings, the blaze filled the sky, dyeing the entire night sky a fiery red, like a premature sunset.

At this moment, Yizhou City was experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe, with a bloody storm swirling, the air filled with the scent of death, resembling a human purgatory, sending chills down one’s spine.

As night fell, the Yizhou Post House was shrouded in darkness, the tense and murderous atmosphere almost tangible.

Itoda Ichiro, Miyamoto Musashi, Tengtian Gang, Kato Yoneichi, and Kudate Ken, like a pack of wolves hidden in the night, launched a fierce assault on the post house amid the chaos.

The long swords in their hands gleamed with a cold light in the glow of the fire, swinging madly and mercilessly cutting down the King of Korea’s guards. Though the guards fought desperately, they fell one after another in pools of blood against the ferocity of these samurai warriors, their horrifying screams echoing through every corner of the post house, chilling to the bone.

Lin Wanqing, clad in a dress as white as snow, held a long sword. Her figure was light and graceful like a celestial being, ethereal and beautiful, akin to the brightest star in the night sky.

Her elegant demeanor and extraordinary style made one think of a goddess from the heavens, each of her movements full of poetry and strength, enchanting all who beheld her.

Faced with the aggressive and fierce Itoda Ichiro, Lin Wanqing remained composed, her eyes revealing an unshakeable determination, as if no obstacle could waver her resolve.

Her steadfast gaze and indomitable will were like an unmovable mountain, commanding admiration for her courage and conviction.