Witch Wind

Chapter 108: The Struggle for Survival (Part )

Xing Tianli was still in the deep water outside the Baijiao Port, collecting sunken ships and constantly strengthening his cultivation.

The moon rises tomorrow.

At the western end of Dongyun, in the eastern part of Feiyun Port, on the hillside of the highest Feiyun Peak, in the shade of green, there is a large group of buildings in the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Blue-white lanterns are densely hung everywhere, as if for a funeral, illuminating the jungle and buildings. The maids in Wuzhi, wearing tight clothes, walked briskly like cats at the urging of the stewards, carrying trays of various colors and running back and forth.

This is the residence of Beihe Mingzhai, the governor of Feiyun. The music is melodious and the place is full of guests. Beihe Mingzhai, on behalf of the Dongyun government, is hosting a banquet to welcome allies from various countries, which has just entered its climax.

In the spacious and lofty hall, natural patterns on the solid wood floor form a huge peony pattern.

More than a hundred Dongyun geishas in their best attire, wearing wooden clogs more than a foot high, with their faces painted pale as if they were hanged ghosts, waved their fragrant little folding fans, and danced shyly in the hall in a way that the generals from various countries could not understand at all.

Behind a table modeled after the Han and Tang dynasties, the generals of various countries sat on the ground, not being used to it, drinking the bland Touno sake and gnawing on the tasteless sashimi that the "master chef" had skillfully arranged.

These generals from the Western Continent, who were used to strong liquor, beef, and white bread, really couldn't enjoy the high-end banquets with Dongyun characteristics. However, out of the most basic diplomatic etiquette, they forced themselves to smile, and toasted to Beihe Mingzhai with a rosy face, swallowing the wine that didn't suit their taste.

Beihe Mingzhai, according to the bloodline, is the uncle of the current Beihe family master. He is extremely talented and is considered a powerful figure in the Beihe family. He has been holding the position of Feiyun Guard for thirty-seven years. The entire Feiyun Port, from top to bottom, even including the hundreds of thousands of elite troops stationed around it, are all under his control.

Before the joint fleet of various countries arrived at Feiyun Port, Beihe Mingzhai had already received military reports from Black Borneo at the same time as Heilongtai. When he learned that Beihe Xiuyi, Nanshan Qingye and other guys of their grandson's generation had wiped out 400,000 elite troops of Saint Ross in a single battle at Baijiao Port, Beihe Mingzhai sensed a strong smell of conspiracy.

It is reasonable and logical for the Saint Ross Empire to be an ally of the Dongyun Island Alliance.

Although this alliance came hastily and suddenly, and came inexplicably, the Dongyun Island Union felt like it was being "forced" and "forced". Facing the powerful Kingdom of Yingjishi and the Kingdom of Saint Norman, especially facing the influential Holy Mother Church, Beihe Mingzhai believed that this alliance was quite solid!
Why did the conflict break out?

In particular, how could the Dongyun garrison of only 50,000 soldiers in White Clam Port possibly kill 400,000 elite troops of Saint Ross?

Even if all the Dongyun garrison troops in the White Clam Port were "possessed by ghosts and gods", even if one of them could beat ten, how could four hundred thousand, a full four hundred thousand of those tall and strong Saint Ross ghosts who ran faster than wild dogs be wiped out overnight?
Total annihilation, no prisoners left!
Are you kidding me?
There was an unpredictable "other cause" that intervened in Black Borneo and directly launched an attack in the White Clam Port.

This kind of "strange cause" is what Beihe Mingzhai hates the most. He hates everything that is "unclear", "ominous", and "uncontrolled".

What gave him even more of a headache was that he had just received a military intelligence telegram from Black Borneo that the combined fleets of Farus, Idoli, the North Sea Federation of Seven Nations, and dozens of small countries in the Western Continent had already arrived.

Under the banquet hall, the real Feiyunshou Beihe Mingzhai sat cross-legged on a cushion, quietly looking at the large mirror several feet square in front of him. In the hall, there were dozens of exquisitely constructed decorative mirrors. After more than a dozen refraction processes, under the blessing of the secret method of Penglai Shrine, the image in the hall was clearly visible on the mirror in front of him.

Dozens of warriors in heavy armor and more than twenty priests in hunting robes stood quietly beside Beihe Mingzhai.

Beihe Mingzhai had already ambushed three thousand elite soldiers around his own residence.

In the four barracks around Feiyun Peak, Beihe Mingzhai had already transferred 20,000 elite troops during the day.

Even the two permanent coastal defense artillery positions in the north and south of Feiyun Port, with more than 300 large-caliber coastal defense guns and more than 50,000 garrisons, were ready to bombard the Allied ships in the port.

Including the 'Beihe Mingzhai' who was in the main hall, with his face flushed from drinking, raising his glass again and again, and shouting 'Long live the Holy Lord' and 'Long live the Holy Emperor' again and again, he was just the 'shadow' he had cultivated since childhood.

This 'shadow' who grew up with him, whose tone, movements, habits, and almost everything else were exactly the same as his, had already taken the secret medicine of the Penglai Shrine before the banquet. As long as the priest beside him chanted the spell to activate it, the 'shadow' would turn into a terrible 'ghost poison bomb' and explode, and none of the more than a hundred generals from various countries in the hall would survive.

"No poison, no hero!" Beihe Mingzhai waved his small round fan, thought carefully about his arrangements for tonight, and nodded with satisfaction: "Tell them to be cautious. These Western barbarians deserve to die, but they cannot die in Feiyun Port."

"Send them away safely to Black Borneo."

"They should die there. Their remains will become the cornerstone of the empire's rise."

Beihe Mingzhai exhaled and muttered in a low voice: "It's a bad thing, but also a good thing. They started a war in Black Borneo, the more brutal the better. Die, all of you. When all the forces of the Western Continental countries in the Far East are consumed here. Humph!"

Over the past few decades, hundreds of countries in the Far West have begun a vigorous scramble for colonies.

The Far East is undoubtedly the core target of their overseas colonial operations.

But the foundation of the hundreds of countries in the far west is still in the Western Continent after all.

Apart from the Saint Ross Empire, which had an extremely vast territory, the military forces that the other 100 countries in the Far West could project to the Far East were extremely limited. They still had so many colonies to garrison and so many natives to suppress, and the military forces they could withdraw to fight a decisive battle in Black Borneo were very few.

Once they are overwhelmed by this war, there will inevitably be a period of lag in their strength in the Far East.

The Dongyun Island Alliance, which has been accumulating strength for decades and has been huddled and enduring for decades, should take advantage of the situation and rise up.

Vast colonies, endless resources, and countless indigenous slaves.

They could provide the Dongyun Island Alliance with incredibly large development resources in a very short period of time, allowing the empire's strength to advance by leaps and bounds. Perhaps, they could take advantage of the opportunity to monopolize the Far East, and they would have enough power to truly counterattack Shenzhou and take back the land that originally belonged to their ancestors.

In the secret room, the sound of wooden fish was heard rapidly.

Beihe Mingzhai listened to the rhythm of the wooden fish and waved his hand gently. Four warriors in heavy armor strode to the thick alloy door and turned the thick turntable. The bolts as thick as arms slid open silently, and they slowly opened the door that weighed several tons.

A very handsome young man dressed in traditional Dongyun attire walked in with small steps. From a distance of about ten feet, he knelt down and saluted to Beihe Mingzhai.

"What's the matter?" Beihe Mingzhai's eyes were slightly warm as he looked at this personal secretary who had been loved and trusted by him in the past two years and had been brought up by him.

The young man pressed his forehead to the ground and replied loudly.

Previously, the Combined Fleet announced that an epidemic had occurred on the ship, and Feiyun Port was urgently evacuated to create a block of houses that could accommodate tens of thousands of people for the sick soldiers on the ship to disembark and rest.

During the day, the soldiers from various countries who came ashore were relatively well behaved. Perhaps because they had been wandering on the sea and had been sick with the epidemic, they had consumed a lot of their energy. They just stayed quietly in the vacated houses and did not cause any trouble.

But after nightfall, the generals of all countries were invited to the banquet, and the officers of other levels were also taken to various places by the reception officials of Feiyun Port to have fun. These soldiers from various countries who landed began to cause trouble. Just after nightfall, in just half an hour, more than 8,000 Western Barbarian soldiers rushed out of the garrison to cause trouble.

Thousands of Dongyun women have been harmed, and more than 300 Dongyun police officers have been beaten and had their arms and legs broken.

What's even more annoying is that when a team of Dongyun military police rushed to maintain order, they were beaten by a team of soldiers from the Black Cliff Principality and were forced to run around in the streets. In the end, they were so anxious that they actually dropped their weapons and jumped into the sea to escape!

Beihe Mingzhai frowned.

He pondered for a moment and smiled calmly: "Never mind, these Western barbarians are born with the character of wild beasts, so it is not surprising for them to do such things. After traveling all the way on the sea, these low-level soldiers must have been very miserable."

Beihe Mingzhai tapped the table in front of him with his fingers and said calmly, "Quickly recruit women of appropriate age from the people and send them to the ghost camp to have them serve us. My Dongyun bloodline is too short and mean. I will use the ghost bloodline to improve the human race and make my people tall and strong. This has been the national policy set in recent years."

"There are millions of people under the jurisdiction of Feiyun Port. Let's recruit 200,000 women today."

Beihe Mingzhai said lightly: "Explain this matter clearly to the generals of each country. Ask them to restrain their subordinates and not to cause trouble outside. If they want wine, meat, and women, they will be given to them naturally. Don't make a fuss!"

The young man raised his head, smiled and nodded: "No one is wiser than you."

Beihe Mingzhai's heart warmed up, and he waved to the young man: "Come here."

The young man blushed slightly, and he knelt shyly in front of Beihe Mingzhai. He was picked from the people by Beihe Mingzhai and raised by his side along with a group of friends since he was a child. When he was a little older, the young man had the most handsome appearance, and his IQ and knowledge were also the best, so he became Beihe Mingzhai's close friend. Especially when Beihe Mingzhai got older, the old man didn't even dote on his own wives and concubines, and put all his attention on him.

In the future, when Beihe Mingzhai grows old, as Beihe Mingzhai's close aide, according to the traditional unspoken rules of the great nobles of Dongyun Island Union, he will be able to serve as the 'family head elder' of Beihe Mingzhai's branch, like a regent, to assist the young master in taking on important responsibilities.

Beihe Mingzhai's palm, which was covered with age spots, gently stroked the young man's face, which was as bright as peach blossoms.

The heavily-armored warriors around Beihe Mingzhai, as well as a group of priest guards, all smiled and turned their heads away.

This kind of "elegant thing" is quite similar to the legacy of the "Song and Ming" literati. The top nobles of Dongyun Island Union all have similar hobbies. When they go out to socialize, they usually bring with them such smart, intelligent and capable young men, but rarely bring with them beautiful women.

These young people often become the backbone of major families and hold great power.

As Beihe Mingzhai's personal guards, these warriors and priests certainly know when to "keep their eyes on" and when to learn to "turn a blind eye" to such matters.

The guards' eyes had just moved away, and the young man's two hands as delicate as water onions had just been placed on Beihe Mingzhai's knees. Beihe Mingzhai's mouth corners had just curled up, and he was about to say something to the young man with a smile, when the young man's skin suddenly cracked.

The fair and tender skin exploded like a cannonball, revealing a statue with a human upper body and a dark lower body covered with bloody lines. Its arms were like huge pincers, and a foreign object with an extremely murderous aura rushed out from the shattered skin.

His face was still that of a handsome young man with a peach-like bright complexion, but his face was already filled with a suffocating and terrifying murderous intent: "Please, die!"

Beihe Mingzhai stared in amazement at the monster that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Before the guards around him could react, the handsome scorpion man swung his ten-foot-long tail hook violently, and the half-foot-long red-lined poison hook fiercely pierced Beihe Mingzhai's chest. The venom like magma injected into Beihe Mingzhai's body with a "hissing" sound, and instantly corroded a hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

Beihe Mingzhai died instantly.

The venom corroded his flesh and turned into black and red poisonous gas that quickly spread.

Dozens of heavily-armored warriors and many priests cried out in surprise. They had inadvertently inhaled a large amount of poisonous gas. Their faces had turned black with each breath, and blue-black blood vessels bulged near their throats. The blood in the blood vessels quickly coagulated. They didn't even have time to call for help before they fell dead on the spot.

In the main hall, Beihe Mingzhai's shadow suddenly changed his expression.

He looked at Marceau, who was sitting behind the desk and looked as bright as a pearl and jade, and stood up with a smile: "Dear guests, respected generals, please listen to me."

Marceau stood up with a smile, stretched out two fingers, took a slender cigarette handed to her by the girl behind her, and put it in her mouth. A faint fragrance emanated from the corners of her mouth. She walked to the shadow in a playful manner and smiled very subtly at the generals present.

The band stopped playing.

The geisha stopped dancing.

Numerous maids knelt on the ground in all directions.

Shadow smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Generals, Dongyun is a corrupt, ignorant, backward country with no future and no hope. The people live in dire straits and are in danger of losing their lives every day. The country is sinful and miserable."

"You all represent civilization, righteousness, morality, and all the beauty in this world that is worth our lifetime pursuit and exploration."

The generals from various countries present stared at Shadow in amazement.

As high-ranking generals from various countries, they certainly knew the identity of 'Beihe Mingzhai'. He was a senior official of Dongyun and the uncle of the current head of Beihe family. He had been in charge of Feiyun Port for decades, managing both military and civil affairs, and was a powerful boss who managed the entire Feiyun Port in a way that was impenetrable!

Such a person actually said such words?
Uh, when the generals saw Marceau standing next to Shadow, their eyes flickered and they immediately understood.

Very good, this shadow is one of us!

"Let's not waste any more time. I will issue an order to have the garrison at Feiyun Port cooperate with your army. Now, let's act." Shadow raised his wine glass and shouted loudly: "Let's join forces to let the corrupt, ignorant, barbaric and dark Dongyun be reborn from the ashes. Let all the people of Dongyun bathe in the glory of civilization!"

"Please, everyone, drink together!"

On Feiyun Peak, in a dark corner behind the banquet hall, a petite Pekingese puppy was curled up quietly under a bunch of peonies, its green eyes staring straight in the direction of the hall.

When the shadow suddenly stood up, raised his glass and uttered those earth-shattering words, the Pekingese stood up abruptly, and a faint, metallic whisper came from his body.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

"Beihe Mingzhai, how could he betray Dongyun?"

Jingbaer was talking to himself when a dark cloud suddenly rolled in from the sky, blocking the bright moon. Suddenly, the world was dark. There were hurried footsteps everywhere. Following Shadow's orders, the soldiers in the official residence, the soldiers in the four camps under Feiyun Peak, and the Dongyun army in Feiyun Port all moved.

Two Great Danes with sleek fur opened their mouths and smiled, revealing a few sharp white teeth, blocking the Pekingese on the left and right.

A pretty woman with jet-black hair, a faint silver-green glow in her eyes, tall stature, wearing Dongyun Wuzhi, holding a slender Dongyun horizontal sword, jumped down from an attic behind Jingba with brisk steps and blocked Jingba'er's back.

"Hey, who is this?" The pretty girl laughed, "I know you can hear what I'm saying. Feiyun Port is ours. What do you think now?"

The Pekingese turned around quietly and opened its mouth. Maria's cold voice came out of it.

"That makes sense."

"Little ants struggling to survive, you use the reproductive instincts of carbon-based organisms to trick them into doing something completely illogical. Is this what you ants are best at?"

Jingbaer shook his head gently. Maria's voice continued to come out of his mouth: "But struggling is useless. No matter how hard you try, destruction will come. "

The pretty woman smiled coldly and was about to say something when the long hair on the Pekingese's body suddenly stood up straight. On its skin, extremely fine stripes of light suddenly lit up. Its body suddenly became translucent, and a ball of red light the size of an egg suddenly became blazing in the area of ​​its heart.

The pretty woman cursed hysterically and let out a long howl. The two Great Danes growled madly, and the exquisite pendants shaped like green leaves hanging on their necks emitted a dazzling green light, along with the huge green prismatic gem hanging on the pretty woman's neck, which also emitted a blazing light.

The green light turned into a thick column of light, and vaguely hexagonal honeycomb-shaped light patterns could be seen flashing rapidly in the column of light.

With a loud bang, the Pekingese exploded.

The terrifying shock wave tore apart the thick green light column. The pretty woman vomited blood and flew backwards dozens of feet. The two Great Danes were blown to pieces, and after falling to the ground, they twitched all over and fell into a near-death state.

The explosion was like a horn.

On the ships anchored at Feiyun Port, soldiers from various countries rushed out fully armed and roaring.

The pretty girl lay on the ground, quietly looking at the bright moon that had reappeared from behind the dark clouds, and muttered in a low voice: "Destruction? Who will destroy whom? It's not certain yet!"

She took a deep breath and murmured to herself in ecstasy: "Ah, the feeling of being alive is so wonderful!"

(End of this chapter)