"Ten have sounded." Meng Yutang finished his shout, his eyes fixed on Lord Yan's mouth, waiting for him to issue the command so they could rush out and kill the Japanese pirates.
Yan Yi also felt it was time. He instructed Old Jin to stay behind with the archers and the ten remaining soldiers, while he personally led the Brocade-Clad Guard and the garrison soldiers to charge out and fight.
The Japanese pirates were a bit stunned to see the ostentatious red flying-fish uniform charging at the forefront, with a dozen blue flying-fish figures following closely behind.
There was a burst of unintelligible chatter, a language the Ming people couldn't understand, but their own kind could.
"Brocade-Clad Guard."
"Commander of the Brocade-Clad Guard."
Hearing the desperate cries of their comrades, coupled with the fact that those people were clearly in front of them, their sharp gazes fixed on them.
And then there were the recent explosions and the arrow rain, which had almost completely obliterated all the beautiful fantasies they had before disembarking.
They now had only one thought: to survive and return today.
They wanted to retreat, to get back on the ships, and never come here again; it was too terrifying.
However, when they turned back, they saw that the wooden boats they had arrived in were beached on the shore. The receding tide seemed to be playing with them, leaving the water just out of reach.
Escaping now was a luxury they couldn't afford.
Looking at these Japanese pirates, who had transformed from hungry tigers descending the mountain to a state of confusion, Yan Yi swung his saber with increased speed.
He wanted to kill as many as possible in the shortest amount of time.
Qi He and the others thought the same. They were already wielding their spears like clubs, sweeping away large swathes of enemies.
These were fine steel spear shafts. When they hit a Japanese pirate, it was bone-breaking; when they hit their heads, it was a direct burst of brains, and they died on the spot.
Those who saw it from behind found the scene quite spectacular.
Fu Xinci did not want to engage in close combat with these disgusting little dwarves. She hovered at a moderate distance behind Qi He and the others, holding her crossbow. Whenever she saw a cluster of Japanese pirates, she would use her crossbow bolts to disperse them.
And indeed, this tactic was very effective, buying precious time for the Brocade-Clad Guard and the soldiers charging ahead.
By the time Fu Xinci's crossbow bolts were almost depleted, every warrior in front had practically become a blood-soaked figure.
The blood was theirs, but more of it belonged to the Japanese pirates.
Seeing the Japanese pirates still surging from behind, and the Brocade-Clad Guard and garrison soldiers who were almost covered in blood,
Fu Xinci no longer hesitated. She pulled out the QBz she had been playing with for years from her backpack.
This time, she didn't stay behind Qi He and the others. Instead, she quickly charged to the front and pulled the trigger.
A black-clothed man, his face hidden, fell to the ground with a thud.
The scene of "tutututu" was too shocking. Yan Yi was the first to react.
When he saw the firearm in Miss Fu's hand spewing "tutututu" flames, he completely forgot to swing his saber.
There were too many Japanese pirates opposite them, and his saber was almost chipped. At this moment, he felt his saber was holding him back.
Especially when he saw that black-clothed man emerge from nowhere and attack him, at that crucial moment, Miss Fu gave him a tremendous surprise.
Qi He was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected Sister Fu to be so fierce today.
Meng Yu Ting and his nephew, who were on the verge of exhaustion, saw the firearm in their niece's (younger sister's) hand spitting "tutututu" sparks, and the Japanese pirates falling one after another. An infinite strength surged in their hearts.
Old Jin, who had been watching from the pine forest, could no longer wait. Disregarding Yan Yi's instructions, he gave the order: "Charge."
"Charge!"
Meng Yu Ting and the others had been impatient for a long time. They couldn't bear to watch their comrades in danger, especially when his own younger brother was there.
Finally hearing Old Jin's command, they rushed out, weapons in hand.
Yan Yi hadn't expected Old Jin to disobey his orders and lead the remaining soldiers out. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he saw thick wolf smoke rising from the eastern sky.
"Wolf smoke."
Someone shouted, and the Japanese pirates also saw it.
These short devils immediately revealed their foul-smelling yellow teeth and cackled unintelligibly, as if they had won.
Fu Xinci took the opportunity to change a magazine and then fired a burst of "tutututu."
The Japanese pirates who had just been clamoring fell in droves again.
With Miss Fu clearing the way, the Brocade-Clad Guard and the soldiers had it much easier. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the blood of the Japanese pirates had completely stained the beach.
Yan Yi's gaze swept over the scattered bodies of the Japanese pirates. He ordered Qi He and the others to clear the battlefield, while he and Old Jin mounted their horses and headed straight for the mountain pass.
Watching the backs of the garrison soldiers, Qi He told everyone to bandage their wounds first. Fu Xinci took the opportunity to dilute the spring water from her space into the clean water in the water缸.
"Brother Qi, let me see your wound."
"I'm fine." Qi He didn't want Sister Fu to see his wound.
Fu Xinci said nothing more. With a look, Qi He gasped and obediently rolled up his trouser leg.
Looking at the diagonal cut on Qi He's calf, four or five inches long, with flesh turned outward and bone visible, Fu Xinci felt heartbroken.
Seeing Sister Fu's complexion change, Qi He quickly spoke to cover it up, "Sister Fu, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all."
Fu Xinci said nothing. The wood-elemental power in her hand slowly traced over the wound on Qi He's calf.
Qi He watched in disbelief as the large wound on his calf visibly healed.
His eyes widened like an ox, and he remained stunned for a long time.
"..." His mouth agape, he couldn't utter a single word.
By the time the wound on his calf was completely healed, leaving only a faint pink scar, he quickly pulled his leg back as if stung by a bee.
He quickly pulled down his trouser leg, afraid of being seen by others.
"That, that, that..." Qi He stammered several times, but couldn't form a complete sentence.
Fu Xinci smiled faintly, not replying, and began to search for other wounds on Qi He.
"The other places aren't serious." Qi He quickly said. He was afraid that if he spoke too late, Sister Fu would make him recover instantly.
His mind was clear now. He had cried out when he was injured. If others had multiple wounds and he had none, he wouldn't know how to explain it to everyone.
Fu Xinci didn't want to make things difficult for him. Understanding his concerns from his eyes, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I just added a wound-healing potion to the water vat filled with clean water. They will also recover quickly."
"Hmm?"
Sister Fu's words suddenly made Qi He recall that time when they were attacked by black-clothed men, and Uncle Jin, Meng Qishan, and Meng Yuwen were on the verge of death. After Sister Fu bandaged them, they miraculously survived.
At that time, they all thought it was heaven's will, that heaven didn't want good people to die, so they all survived.
Heh heh, looking back now, it seemed that Sister Fu had secretly treated them.
"Sister Fu, thank you."
Fu Xinci didn't say anything more, just gave him a playful eye-roll.
"Heh heh." Qi He just kept smiling foolishly.
"Let me bandage the wound on your arm."
"No, no."
"Are you stupid? If these wounds aren't bandaged, you'll bleed to death."
Qi He: He had forgotten about that.
Fu Xinci no longer wasted words with him and directly took action.