Witch Wind

Chapter 95: Falling into a trap (Part )

Another seven days passed.

In the past two days, several hotels run by Dongyun people in Baijiao Port have been booked by tall and strong Saint Ross merchants with big bellies.

The already poor public security in Tridacna Port deteriorated rapidly.

Saint Rose and Dongyun have never been at peace in recent years, and are the typical example of people who dislike each other.

In the northern waters of Dongyun, there is a series of islands, which Dongyun calls the "Seven Islands of Beiming". It is where three ocean currents converge. The collision of cold and hot currents breeds countless marine microorganisms, and thus evolves into a huge and rich fishing ground.

The Seven Beiming Islands have always been the traditional fishing grounds of the Dongyun people. On those seven islands, more than twenty noble families, large and small, have earned their fortunes by relying on these fishing grounds.

Later, as the expansion of the Saint Ross people in the western continent was frustrated, Saint Ross changed its perspective and set its expansion goals towards the Far East.

About fifty years ago, Saint Ross began to cut down forests, open up fields, build cities, and migrate large numbers of serious criminals, bankrupt farmers, and even lowly serfs to the Far East in the uninhabited frozen land in the north of the Great Jade Dynasty.

The tentacles of some great nobles of Saint Ross also reached out.

The two countries began to have friction over the fish resources of the Seven Beiming Islands.

At first, the Saint Ross people suffered losses. Every year, hundreds of Saint Ross fishermen disappeared at sea, with no one finding their bodies. However, as the Saint Ross people's power in the Far East increased rapidly, the Dongyun people of the Beiming Seven Islands gradually fell behind.

Up to now, except for the seven large islands, 70% of the other hundreds of small and large affiliated islands of the Beiming Islands have been occupied by the Saint Ross people, who have built bastions on them, stationed troops, and constructed large and small ports.

Because of the disparity in individual combat power, the Dongyun people suffered a complete defeat in the maritime friction between the two sides. Hundreds of Dongyun fishermen died in the fights throughout the year. In some years, the number of unlucky Dongyun fishermen even exceeded a thousand.

The maritime patrols of Saint Rose often "mistakenly entered the Dongyun Islands due to incorrect sea charts" and clashed with the Dongyun people on the island. Just two years ago, even a Dongyun governor of the Seven Beiming Islands, the so-called "island owner", was killed by a stray bullet.

The Saint Ross people who could come to Black Borneo to live were all desperate and fearless, and were all first-rate thugs. Whether in terms of physique, psychology, wealth, or power, they had an absolute, crushing advantage over the ordinary Dongyun people.

The people of Saint Ross, with an average height of five feet six inches, facing the people of Dongyun, with an average height of four feet two inches. It was like a group of wild bears breaking into a wild dog's den.

Before they arrived, there were an average of two or three cold weapon fights on every street in Baijiao Port every day. The Dongyun ronin who had nothing to do after eating, or who were hungry and had nothing to do, would often draw their swords against each other for all kinds of strange reasons.

After these Saint Ross merchants arrived with a large group of guards, the number of armed fights on the dozen streets near these hotels in White Clam Port suddenly soared to more than a dozen times a day.

At first, it was the Dongyun Ronin who had all kinds of dirty ideas and wanted to make some money from the Saint Ross people.

Soon, they became the people of Saint Ross who never got tired of fighting. With the mentality of treating a fight as a pastime, after drinking a lot of strong liquor, they drew their weapons, rushed into the streets yelling, and wantonly attacked any Dongyun people who were carrying weapons in their sight.

Good guy!
What a great guy.

In just two days, Xing Tianli witnessed with his own eyes that at least five to six hundred Dongyun people had their arms and legs broken, and about a hundred Dongyun people were beheaded in the street.

As both sides used cold weapons, the casualties of the tall, strong and long-armed Saint Ross people were minimal.

Finally, on this day, at noon.

On the rooftop terrace of the three-story tavern 'Shiragikuya', Xing Tianli, Beihe Cangyi, Beihe Xiuyi, and the garrison commander of Baijiao Port, Nanshan Qingye, all sat at a square table, watching with great interest the large group of Dongyun ronin who were quickly gathering on the street.

An intelligence officer from the Dongyun garrison knelt behind him and reported the intelligence in a low voice.

After two or three days, the Dongyun ronin of Baijiao Port were beaten badly. Several ronin gang leaders became furious and simply gathered together, mobilized all their men, and even recruited a group of idle street urchins, ready to fight those Saint Ross people.

"What do you think, Qingye-kun?" Xing Tianli held up his wine glass and pointed at the streets below, where the Dongyun Ronin were already densely packed and filled four or five nearby streets. The total number of these guys was probably more than 20,000?
Moreover, people continue to gather from all directions.

Nanshan Qingye, Nanshan Manyue's cousin, is a member of the Nanshan family's side branch that is closer in blood to the main family. He is considered to be a very talented member of the younger generation of the Nanshan family. He and Nanshan Manyue were classmates in the Army Department of the Dongyun Imperial Military Academy. Nanshan Manyue graduated with the first place in the total score, while Nanshan Qingye was second!
In fact, the honor of first place in the overall score went to Nanshan Qingye.

But he was a descendant of a side branch. Although Nanshan Manyue was not the eldest son, he was a descendant of the main line, so Nanshan Qingye naturally became the second.

Xing Tianli has subdued Beihe Xiuyi, so how could he let Nanshan Qingye go?

No matter how talented this guy is, or how capable a professional soldier he is, facing Xing Tianli who possesses extraordinary powers, he is just a piece of "tough" meat that can be chewed and tasted more.

Nanshan Qingye narrowed his eyes, looked at the Dongyun ronin on the street, and said calmly: "First suffer a loss, then win a big victory, that's all. Although those Saint Ross people are sturdy, with long arms and great strength, their numbers are limited. As long as these ronin can dare to sacrifice like real samurai, the Saint Ross people will definitely be the ones who lose in the end!"

Xing Tianli smiled and drank.

Amid the sound of hurried whistles below, a large group of Touno ronin, wielding long swords, had already launched an attack towards several hotels.

A large group of Saint Ross people, including those pot-bellied merchants and landlords, rushed out of the hotel with bare chests, revealing their hairy thighs, waving swords that were almost longer than the height of those Dongyun people, and roared.

The sound of "clang" was heard continuously.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, at least hundreds of Dongyun swords were chopped off by the swords of the Saint Ross people.

Poor Dongyun ronin, each of them is so poor that he almost has to beg for food. The swords in their hands seem to be polished to a shiny finish, but in fact they are just ordinary pig iron that has been randomly hammered by folk blacksmiths with hammers.

The swords in the hands of these local rich men of Saint Ross are all made of fine steel.

In particular, the Dongyun people were short and had limited strength, and their katana looked more like a piece of pig iron. And the swords of the Saint Ross people were more than four feet long, as wide as a palm, and the sword spine was a full finger thick!

As soon as the weapons of both sides came into contact, didn't the swords break one after another?
With a "ding-ling-dang-clang" sound, the broken sword fell to the ground, and the Dongyun wanderers who were in the front let out sharp howls of ghosts and wolves, waving their swords, and wherever the cold light passed, broken limbs and arms flew up, and large amounts of blood dyed the street red. Several pillars of wooden buildings facing the street were chopped off by the swords, and the small two- or three-story buildings collapsed with a "crash".

Unlike the chaotic Dongyun people who rushed around like a herd of wild boars, these Saint Ross people, whether they were guards or employers, all looked elite. They formed into formations of three or five, covering each other and cooperating with each other. When they swung their swords, large amounts of blood splashed with every strike.

In just a short time, on the two streets, with those hotels as the focus, more than a thousand Dongyun people were killed on the spot.

In front of Xing Tianli, the Tongtian Yuling Banner turned into an inch in size and floated quietly.

The ghosts of Dongyun people cried and screamed, and were constantly drawn into the small flag from afar and sucked into the flag. Millions of soldiers and evil ghosts had already formed a military formation inside the flag. All the ghosts were smashed into pieces as soon as they were sucked in, turning into strands of pure soul essence, which were fed to the ghost general who led the army to devour.

"Good, good, mercy, mercy!" Xing Tianli held the wine glass and chanted the scriptures of salvation in a low voice: "You have completely escaped the suffering of reincarnation. If the Heavenly Dao is moved, it should bestow immeasurable merits on me."

In the crowd, dozens of Touno Ronin saw that the situation in front of them could no longer be supported, so they pulled out their black double-barreled shotguns.

These hunting rifles were obviously produced by small folk blacksmith shops. They had unusually thick muzzles and used black powder and lead shotgun bullets. They were also ancient styles of muzzle-loading ammunition.

Raise the gun, light the fuse, and bang!
Large amounts of lead bullets splashed, and dozens of Dongyun Ronin and more than twenty Saint Ross people were hit by dense lead bullets, leaving them with holes and pits like sieves. The distance was too close, and these Dongyun Ronin were extremely crazy, loading twice the amount of black gunpowder and three times the amount of lead bullets in the barrels, and each shot could hit a large area, with extremely amazing lethality.

Then, the dull sound of gunfire continued to ring out.

These Tounom ronin ambushed at least three hundred old double-barreled shotguns. On this narrow street, these ancient black powder matchlock rifles exerted extremely terrifying lethality.

More than two hundred Saint Ross people fell to the ground howling, and hundreds of Dongyun people who were at the forefront were accidentally injured by their own firepower. Hundreds of ghosts flew over again.

Xing Tianli treated everyone equally, whether they were from Saint Ross or Dongyun, and recruited them all into the Tongtian Yuling Banner. The ghost general in the lead had devoured more than two thousand ghosts, and his whole body was filled with evil spirits, more than twice as strong as before.

Among the Saint Rose people, several particularly burly fat men roared at the top of their lungs: "You bastards, you have no chivalry, how dare you use guns? Ugh!"

In several hotels, a large group of Saint Rose guards rushed out with guns.

Unlike the ancient black powder matchlock guns in the hands of the Dongyun ronin, the Saint Ross guards carried advanced air-cooled heavy machine guns. In the Dayu Dynasty, at least three or five soldiers were needed to man one of these heavy guns, but these Saint Ross men, who were as tall and strong as brown bears, each carried one in their hands.

'Boom, boom, boom, boom!'
Dull gunshots rang out, and dense fire swept across the street.

One by one, the Dongyun people exploded in the flames. Their short, shriveled bodies really exploded. The Saint Ross people were stupid, big, black and rough. The caliber of the firearms they made was larger than that of similar firearms in the Far West Hundred Countries.

The heavy machine guns of the Saint Ross people were more than powerful enough for hunting elephants, so how could they be used to bombard these Dongyun people who were about four feet tall?

"How cruel!" Xing Tianli sighed.

He formed a seal with his left hand and tightly grasped a gold ingot with his right hand, constantly devouring and transforming it, injecting wisps of primordial Qi into the Tongtian Yuling Banner, assisting the millions of soldiers and evil spirits in the banner to devour and digest the two or three thousand ghosts that rushed in in an instant.

Poor Touno Ronin!

They were crowded together, pressed against each other, and blocked by each other. They were crowded in the streets, and they were roaring and raging.

Faced with the heavy machine guns that the Saint Ross people took out without any moral principles, the Dongyun people in front cried out and wanted to escape, but the Dongyun people behind didn't understand and were still rushing forward madly.

The streets turned bloody.

Limbs kept exploding.

One thousand, three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand...

A large number of ghosts kept floating over, and faint lights flickered on the Tongtian Yuling Banner. Millions of soldiers and evil spirits inside shouted and clamored together, and they all wanted to rush out of the banner and directly massacre the entire White Clam Port!

"Don't commit murder in vain!" Xing Tianli severely reprimanded these soldiers and evil spirits.

As for the ghosts who fell into the trap, they committed suicide by themselves, and Xing Tianli only regarded it as "waste recycling". However, Xing Tianli could not do such a thing as personally killing millions to restore the power of Tongtian Yuling Banner!

"Tsk, it seems like I'm just trying to be a saint?" Xing Tianli secretly criticized himself for being "hypocritical"!
Feeling a little gloomy, he picked up the wine jug and took a gulp when a few whoosh sounds came and more than a dozen large-caliber bullets came whizzing towards him, hitting Xing Tianli and Beihecang and others beside him!

This is a stray bullet, but it is not a stray bullet!
Those Saint Ross people fired wildly, leaving corpses all over the streets and rivers of blood. They were so ferocious that they simply raised their heavy machine guns and fired at the Dongyun people's small building within their sight.

Baijuwu was less than a mile away from where the fighting broke out, and was well within the effective range of the heavy machine guns, which had the greatest power.

Xing Tianli snorted coldly and waved his right hand. More than a dozen bullets were easily grasped by him. A bronze light flashed on his palm. More than a dozen lead-core copper-plated bullets were instantly melted by him and turned into Taichu Qi and injected into the Tongtian Yuling Banner!
"Then, Lord Qingye, suppress it!" Xing Tianli frowned. "Originally, the people of the two countries are freely exchanging martial arts, and you officials should just stand by and watch. You shouldn't get involved. But since the bullets have hit us, we should do something about it."

Nanshan Qingye and others were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

They clearly saw Xing Tianli stretch out his hand and pick up more than a dozen bullets fired at them from the air. If Xing Tianli did not have the power of a ghost, Beihe Cangyi and Beihe Xiuyi would have been shot in the head by those dozen bullets!

The Dongyun people are born with an extremely brutal and bestial nature.

Upon hearing Xing Tianli's order, Nanshan Qingye's pale face suddenly turned red, and he shouted excitedly: "My Lord, are we going to kill them all? There are 50,000 troops stationed in Baijiao Port, and we will be there as long as you give the order!"

Xing Tianli glanced at Nanshan Qingye and said, "Well, you, do whatever you want. However, these Saint Ross people are all wealthy. Well, have you forgotten the order given to you by your country? Now, Saint Ross and Dongyun are allies, allies!"

Nanshan Qingye opened his mouth and nodded thoughtfully.

That’s right, now Saint Ross and the Dongyun people are allies. Since they are allies, they should not kill these Saint Ross people just because of some lowly ronin.

However, the people of Saint Ross did open fire on the people of Dongyun after all, and killed so many "gentle", "obedient", "hardworking" and "honest" people of Dongyun, so they must pay due compensation.

The question is, if 30,000, no, 50,000, no, 100,000 Dongyun ronin were killed, how much silver should be claimed from these Saint Ross people? According to the market price of Baima Port, if these lowly ronin were killed in a fight on weekdays, the leaders of both gangs would negotiate and generally pay one or two taels of silver as compensation, which would be considerable.

"One tael of silver per person?" Nanshan Qingye asked Xing Tianli hesitantly.

Xing Tianli looked at Nanshan Qingye helplessly. Is it possible that the commander of the garrison in Baijiao Port has only this much vision?
Well, considering the Dongyun people's garrison in Black Borneo, the monthly salary of a regular soldier is only one penny of silver. Those Dongyun dwarfs who were beaten into a mess on the street are not counted as "household registration" in their country, and are not even considered human beings.

One tael of silver seems to be a fair price?

"Well, they are Saint Ross people, all big plantation owners, all big mine owners, and a life is only worth one tael of silver? Not only have you insulted those brave Dongyun warriors who were killed like wild dogs, you have also insulted these lovely fat sheep, ahem, the lovely Saint Ross allies!"

"One life, ten gold coins!" Xing Tianli waved his hand and said coldly: "Just report it to them according to this price, arrest the person first, put him in jail, and release him after paying the compensation."

"Remember, they are all wealthy people. All the expenses they are detained in prison, such as five meals a day, two afternoon teas, two midnight snacks, and the firewood, water, clothing, labor fees for bathing, etc., must be calculated clearly!"

"Even when they are in prison and use prison facilities, the depreciation of those facilities needs to be calculated clearly."

When Xing Tianli was counting on his fingers to settle the score with Nanshan Qingye, Beihe Cangyi and Beihe Xiuyi, who were standing by, had already crawled over with red faces and drooling mouths, knelt in front of Xing Tianli, and listened attentively!

They sighed softly from time to time, and were completely shocked by Xing Tianli's 'wisdom of blackmail'.

Blackmail, or kidnapping for extortion, can this be done?
Depreciation of prison facilities?

"My Lord, they breathed the air that belongs to my Dongyun in prison. Do I need to charge an additional fee for air loss?" Beihe Xiuyi was quite clever and could draw inferences from one example.

Xing Tianli looked at Beihe Xiuyi with great approval and gave him a thumbs up!

"Then, if they fart in prison, it seems that we can also charge a pollution fee." Beihe Xiuyi's eyes lit up. Led astray by Xing Tianli, he had already started running towards the path of complete evil.

More ghosts floated over.

A little further away, the Touno Ronin on a street were almost all shot out by the Saint Ross people with heavy machine guns. The Saint Ross people, addicted to killing, even began to indiscriminately shoot at the Touno houses on the street.

Some guys' heavy machine guns are actually loaded with white phosphorus bullets!

Wherever the fire line passed, dozens of Dongyun wooden buildings were already on fire. As the sea breeze blew, the fire began to spread in all directions.

More and more ghosts floated over, Xing Tianli waved his hands hurriedly, urging Nanshan Qingye to get busy.

(End of this chapter)