Witch Wind

Chapter 101 Raid Plan (Part )

The Dongyun Island Federation has a territory stretching over 10,000 miles and is made up of nearly a thousand islands of various sizes.

Looking down from the sky, the territory of the Dongyun Island Federation is like a broken pearl, scattered across the vast ocean. Nearly a thousand islands are arranged in a roughly circular shape. The islands on the edge are smaller, and the closer to the center, the larger the island area.

In the center of all the islands, there is a very large, roughly trapezoidal island.

This island is 1,800 miles long from east to west at the northern end, 2,400 to 2,500 miles long at the southern end, and about 1,800 miles wide from north to south. The middle part is raised with towering volcanoes, and the surrounding areas are flat with rivers and plains.

The sea breeze brought enough rainfall, and the volcano in the middle would occasionally blew wind, spewing out a large amount of volcanic ash, which was deposited on the ground, nourishing the land to be extremely fertile. Such a large island was home to 500 million Dongyun people, and was the core, richest, and most densely populated place in the Dongyun Island Union.

Black Dragon City, the imperial capital of the Dongyun Island Federation, is located on this large island called 'Yunxiang'.

The Black Dragon City, which stretches over 300 miles, is located just south of the central volcano, and is separated from the foot of the volcano by a crescent-shaped lake. The entire city has a Qin and Han style, and is neatly planned, like a chessboard.

However, the buildings in the city are in the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The exquisite castle and the towering city towers are covered with magnificent flying eaves and brackets. When the wind blows, millions of wind chimes of all sizes jingle under the colorful flying eaves, like the sound of nature, enveloping the entire city.

In the northernmost part of Black Dragon City, next to the crescent-shaped Moon Shadow Lake, is the Black Dragon Terrace where the Emperor of the Eastern Cloud Island Union lives. This is a huge palace complex with a length and width of more than ten miles, and a majestic atmosphere like a tower in the sky.

The blazing sun shines down on the dark blue-blue Black Dragon Terrace. Heavy-armored guards holding halberds are either stationed silently at strategic locations or marching with rumbling steps in special patrol corridors.

Unlike the average height of Dongyun people, who are 4 feet 12 inches, the average height of the Black Dragon Guards stationed at Heilongtai is around 5 feet 5 inches (180 cm). They are all pure-blooded "Qin people", that is, they have no mixed blood with the Dongyun natives, and are pure descendants of the Great Qin. Their surnames are mainly "Meng", "Wang", "Li", and "Zhao".

On a spacious fishing stone platform near Yueying Lake, the contemporary Holy Emperor of Dongyun, Ying Zhi, sat with his face drooping, legs crossed, and his back leaning against the stone railing, clacking away at his abacus.

As he calculated, he muttered to himself, "Four hundred thousand, four hundred thousand Icefield beasts. These damn beasts are so tall and strong that they will consume at least ten kilograms of rice a day, and maybe that's not enough!"

"Ten catties a day, four hundred thousand people a day means four million catties, or 40,000 dan of rice!"

"Forty thousand dan a day, that's one million and two hundred thousand dan a month!"

"A load of long-grain fragrant rice from Black Borneo can be sold for two taels of silver in Dongyun. This month's food and fodder expenses are two million four hundred thousand taels of silver. Oh, my heart, my heart, it hurts!"

Ying Zhe's body was trembling, and tears were sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

"The Empire imposes heavy taxes on grain trade, and 50% of the trade money must be paid to the Empire. This means that before the war even begins, I will lose 1.2 million taels of silver in revenue in a single month."

"One million and two hundred thousand taels a month. If this war lasts for one, two, three years..."

Big tears kept falling.

Ying Zhe muttered softly, "This is just the Saint Ross family. There are also those of Idoli, Falusi, the North Sea Seven Nations Alliance, and their followers in more than a hundred countries. If they raise tens of millions of troops to station in Black Borneo, all the military supplies and food will be borne by our family... this, this, this..."

Ying Zhe was heartbroken. He raised the small abacus high up and smashed it hard to the ground.

But he reacted in an instant, leaping forward, and with great acuity, he placed his palm on the ground and caught the abacus that was falling with all its might. With a "wow", the abacus made of pure gold fell heavily on his palm, causing him to wail in pain, and tears began to fall even faster.

"Oh my heart!"

"It hurts!"

"It would be best if all these damned bastards died in Black Borneo."

With a sinister and murderous light flashing in his eyes, Ying Zhe carefully held the pure gold abacus and gently stroked the beads: "If the devils can defeat both of them in Black Borneo, even if we are just picking up scraps, the wreckage of the warships, the weapons and ammunition will also be a large income."

"Moreover, as long as both of them suffer losses, their control over the Far East will inevitably be weakened."

"The huge Dayu Dynasty, hey, 'Old Dynasty', is in a state of decline, and its national fortune is in decline. The evil beasts are unable to take care of it. My Dongyun army is bound to be able to play the role of a snake swallowing an elephant again and swallow up the huge Shenzhou in one gulp!"

Ying Zhe stood up, gently shook the abacus, turned around and looked at the shimmering Moon Shadow Lake.

"Hey."

Frowning, Ying Zhe whispered to himself: "What do you think of letting Ying E lead the army and station in Black Borneo? If he is killed by a shell on the battlefield, ugh!"

A cold voice sounded from the shadow behind Ying Zhe: "Your Majesty, just think of something reliable. Even if Crown Prince Ying E dies, you still have seventy-three princes, all of whom can take over your throne. Even if you send them all to Black Borneo to die, your brothers still have so many princes."

Ying Zhe pursed his lips and sighed, "What a pity! The great foundation of our country that I have built is about to be used against Shenzhou. Alas, the great achievements of the ages have been given to that waste Ying E. I am unwilling to accept this!"

The existence in the shadow didn't say a word, pretending not to hear Ying Zhe's nonsense.

"Well, what do you think? If Ying E suddenly had a stroke after ascending the throne and became a living dead... wouldn't it be wonderful for me to rule the country from behind the curtain as the emperor?" Ying Zhe smiled brightly: "If he becomes a living dead, the little girl named Yueqi who was destined for him will definitely not be able to marry him."

"Father and son, father and son, there is no need to divide so much. I will do the things he cannot do for him. That little girl Yueqi is quite pretty and charming!"

In the shadows, three or five sighs were heard faintly. No one spoke, and no one knew what to say.

Even though the people of Dongyun are extremely shameless and perverted, it is really too much for them to be as shameless and perverted as Ying Zhe, and to be able to say such treasonous and bastard words in such a light-hearted and humorous tone.

Amid the sound of breaking wind, a young eunuch in a light green gauze robe came over at a swift speed. When he was still about 70 to 80 feet away from Ying Zhe, he suddenly knelt on the ground. With a sound of "swishing", the young eunuch knelt on the ground and slid to the front of Ying Zhe. With both hands, he respectfully raised an emergency telegram with three blood-red lines on a black background.

"Your Majesty! Urgent message from Tridacna Port." The young eunuch raised his hands straight up and knocked his forehead against the ground miraculously. How could he perform such a weird posture without years of training?

Ying Zhe's face fell, and he said in a deep voice: "Well, are the debt collectors here? Are those ice field monsters starting to cause trouble to my White Clam Port?"

Thinking of the heavy price paid by countless Dongyun people in the past few years, burning the jungle near Baijiao Port, digging ditches and canals to open up fertile farmland, and growing high-quality long-grain fragrant rice from the endless farmland, Ying Zhe's heart ached again.

"It's really a waste of time!" Ying Zhe sighed, stretched out two fingers, and gently picked up the telegram in the little eunuch's hand.

The young eunuch put down his hands and prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to move or make a sound.

Ying Zhe looked at the young eunuch, tears in his eyes, and scolded him with a smile: "You little bastard, you are so trembling, it must not be good news. Alas, I can understand, there must be no good news. But don't worry, I have already made preparations, I will just treat those rice as feeding the dogs."

Ying Zhe laughed and said, "At most, at most, those ice beasts will harm some little girls. Hey, this is also a good thing. My people in Dongyun are not tall, and are scornfully called "dwarf island slaves" by Shenzhou. Those ice beasts are tall and strong. If we can mix blood with them, it will improve the national bloodline and increase our height, which is also a good thing."

The young eunuch began to tremble all over. Ying Zhe widened his eyes and stared at the young eunuch: "So, it's worse news? A conflict? Someone died? Was it me, Dong Yun, or those high-ranking officials of the Icefield? Haha, not so unlucky? They lost a general?"

Ying Zhe opened the telegram with trembling fingers and quickly scanned the ten lines at a glance.

His body stiffened, his eyes quickly filled with blood, and his eyeballs turned red. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes in disbelief, and then opened his eyes wide again, staring at the telegram, and carefully picked out every word.

After a long, long time, Ying Zhe slowly lowered his trembling hands.

He murmured, "This is a big trouble. Four hundred thousand Saint Ross expeditionary troops, four hundred thousand! Even if they were four hundred thousand pigs and dogs, how could they be killed overnight? Four hundred thousand, four hundred thousand! Heaven, Earth, why are you so harsh to me?"

Ying Zhe felt dizzy.

He simply could not comprehend, with only 50,000 troops stationed in Baijiao Port, even if all the Dongyun people in Baijiao Port were possessed by evil spirits and transformed overnight into loyal, patriotic, fearless "warriors", how could the millions of Dongyun dwarves, only about four feet tall and holding kitchen knives and sticks, cooperate with the 50,000 Dongyun soldiers to kill the 400,000 Saint Ross demons who were over five feet and five inches tall?
"Someone is playing tricks." Ying Zhe said softly, "Investigate thoroughly, investigate thoroughly, and see which of the three thousand princes in the land has secretly mobilized their troops. No, that's not right. It's impossible for any of the three thousand princes to eat up four hundred thousand icefield ghosts overnight. Ten families? A hundred families?"

Ying Zhe shook his head vigorously: "No, no, this is totally against the rules of the battlefield. Four hundred thousand ice beasts, no matter how stupid those Saint Ross beasts are, their individual combat power is really strong."

"The Empire has been fighting with them for many years. The most glorious victory was when 30,000 elite soldiers surrounded 2,000 demons and beasts. It took three months to kill 800 demons and beasts and capture 700. However, 500 people were still safe and sound and broke out of the encirclement and escaped successfully."

"Haha, killing 400,000 ice-field monsters in one night?"

"Unless Penglai Shrine takes action."

"No ordinary high priest or high priestess can have such power. Unless the shrine dispatches thousand-year-old priests and thousand-year-old priestesses, those old monsters will at least sacrifice millions of ghosts and activate some large-scale evil magic without considering the consequences. Only then can they achieve such incredible results overnight."

"Saint, it can't be him. In this Dharma Ending Age, Saint is still frantically pursuing the way to transcendence and the legendary saintly state. So, is it the old whore behind Saint?"

Ying Zhe muttered some treasonous words under his breath. The young eunuch kneeling in front of him was shaking with fear and had already begun to undress.

Soon, the young eunuch stripped himself naked, even taking off his shoes and socks, and folded them neatly and placed them beside him.

Ying Zhe lowered his head and looked at the young eunuch with satisfaction: "Well, you are indeed my confidant and know my rules. The clothes on your body are not cheap. If they are stained with blood when I kill you, won't I have to pay for them from my private treasury?"

"Hey, you brought this bad news, but you don't have to die."

"But, I am a bad mouth. I said something extremely treasonous to the Holy Queen, and you heard it. Therefore, you must die."

Ying Zhe sighed softly, "But don't worry, your brother is almost an adult. I remember it clearly. I remember the family background of everyone around me. After you die, I will give your brother a favor. I will cleanse him myself and let him enter the palace to serve me."

With a sigh, Ying Zhe grabbed the little eunuch's neck, lifted him up, and placed him outside the stone railing of the platform.

Large groups of koi fish with a faint smell of blood all over their bodies "splashed" like a group of bloodthirsty dogs, frantically gathering from the deep water. They crowded under the platform, jumping and crowding madly, creating splashes of water several feet high.

Ying Zhe slapped the young eunuch on the head.

With a bang, the young eunuch exploded into a ball of meat paste and blood mist, which was evenly scattered in the lake.

A large group of koi frantically devoured the little eunuch's flesh and blood. Tens of thousands of koi competed with each other, even gnawing and bumping into each other. The surface of the lake was suddenly filled with blood, and countless broken scales flew up.

Ying Zhe clapped his hands happily and chuckled, "Great! We saved dozens of kilograms of fish food."

Curling up his index finger and twisting the telegram on his fingertips, Ying Zhe gently slapped his face, made a panic-stricken expression, held his breath, and ran around the huge platform for dozens of laps, until his face turned red and he was sweating all over. Then he panted and ran along the path by the lake towards a water temple several miles away.

The winding corridor walkway leads more than three miles into the Yueying Lake. When Ying Zhe was running on the wooden corridor, a large group of green-headed mandarin ducks flapped their wings and swam out from the corridor unhappily.

Ying Zhi ran madly and ran into the end of the corridor panting. The layout of the house was quite spacious, with a bedroom, a study, a piano room, a tea room, a dining room, and a living room. There were large floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides, and white gauze curtains hung low, gently swaying in the lake breeze.

The monastery was filled with smoke and in a mess.

Three tall, black-haired, fair-skinned men with eyes that were almost dark purple and tinged with a hint of darkness were bare-chested and tumbling together with a group of carefully selected Dongyun girls who had pretty faces, perfect body proportions, and were as adorable as porcelain dolls.

These men were extremely strong and possessed almost endless physical strength.

The Dongyun girls, who numbered more than ten times theirs, were already lying on the ground gasping for breath, but they were still working madly, grunting like old oxen.

When Ying Zhe rushed in, the three men raised their heads at the same time, their blue-purple eyes suddenly turned dark, and then a blazing golden light surged in the depths of their eyes. The air in the abode fluctuated violently, and circles of translucent ripples visible to the naked eye appeared out of thin air with a buzzing sound, turning into terrifying shackles that imprisoned Ying Zhe in the air.

Ying Zhe was suspended three inches off the ground, and was suspended on the spot. Not even a finger on his body could move.

"Oh, Your Excellency!" Ying Zhe screamed, "Big things are happening. I, Dongyun, will be in great trouble. I agree to your conditions. I agree to all your conditions. When will your battleships be able to reinforce us?"

All three men stood up.

The clothes they had casually thrown on the ground flew into the air and were put on neatly.

The invisible spiritual wave was slightly shaken, and the souls of dozens of Dongyun girls were shocked and fainted. The man called Aoli by Ying Zhe stepped forward and snatched the telegram in Ying Zhe's hand.

"Hmm, hum?" Ollie squinted his eyes, a faint light flickered in his pupils, and quickly read the message on the telegram.

"How is that possible?" Ollie exclaimed in horror. "Four hundred thousand people? Even if it was four hundred thousand pigs, how could they be wiped out in one night?"

Ying Zhe laughed dryly, his round face full of stupidity and dullness. He laughed dryly and said, "Yes, yes, Lord Oli, I also think, how could this be possible? This kind of thing is definitely not done by me, Dongyun. But those ice field devils will definitely not believe it!"

"I even suspect that they, the Icefield demons, are deliberately framing us, Dongyun?"

"They fled to Black Borneo, and then, starting from Balkin, everyone from top to bottom shot themselves in the head. They were willing to risk 400,000 lives to frame me, Dongyun, and want to go to war with me and annex my Dongyun territory!"

Ying Zhe yelled with a 'stupid' look on his face.

A golden light flashed in Oli's eyes, and an invisible spiritual wave connected him and the two companions behind him. Oli laughed: "Your Majesty, your wisdom is enough to move heaven and earth. That's right, they committed suicide, and they deliberately harassed the Dongyun Empire."

"Then we can discuss our terms."

"The fleet built by the Aimee Federation for the Dongyun Empire is just a day's sail away. As long as you agree to our request, you can get the most advanced main fleet in the world within a day!"

(End of this chapter)