Xiang Tong finished speaking and called out to the captain and the others, "Long Teng, where do we go down?"
The captain looked at Fu Xin Ci, "That has to be asked of Xin Ci."
"Captain, you can't be biased, can't you ask me?"
"Asking you is fine too, you can do it next."
Fatty's spirits immediately soared. If there weren't so many outsiders around, he would have really wanted to shout, "Mount Tai is crushing down."
But he also knew it wasn't the time to show off. They were going to launch a surprise attack on the Tatars.
Fu Xin Ci didn't say much, habitually pursed her lips, revealing the shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Fearing her two fathers would worry, she turned her head back and gave them a reassuring look, telling them not to worry. Then she unleashed her wood elemental ability. The surroundings instantly became tinged with a faint green, as if merging with the heavens and earth.
In a short while, the captain and the others were also enveloped in that faint green.
"Xin Ci is the best at providing cover."
"Of course, it's your turn next."
"Alright."
The little companions were all ready, waiting for Fatty to lead the charge.
Fatty stood on the parapet and activated his ability. A giant rock, as big as a small mountain, hurtled towards where the Tatars were gathered, according to his will.
The giant rock came so fast that the Tatars didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed beneath it.
Another period of chaos ensued, and Fu Xin Ci took the opportunity to transport the few people onto the giant rock.
"Who's first?"
As soon as Xiang Tong asked, before he could even make a move, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.
Fine, transparent ice cones poured down with the large snowflakes, silently attacking the robust bodies of the Tatars.
"Hey, Long Teng, that's not fair. We haven't agreed on who goes first, and you've already made a move."
The captain didn't answer at all. The snowflakes in the sky grew bigger and bigger, falling in clumps onto the Tatars.
In a short while, beneath the swirling snow, numerous lifelike snowmen appeared.
Qi Yuanshan, along with the soldiers from the thousand-household office, were leaning on the parapet, almost dumbfounded.
"The first autumn rain hasn't even arrived, and it's already snowing? Will people freeze to death this winter?"
The subordinate soldier's words immediately reminded Qi Yuanshan.
"Shh, don't talk yet."
"Long Teng, your 'Ice and Snow World' is too gentle."
"Who says? Are your eyes playing tricks on you?"
"Nearsighted, astigmatism, and presbyopia."
"Hey, you can't insult me like that." Xiang Tong put on a stern face and quickly found an excuse: "Let your brother add a little something to it."
The Tatars looked up at the sky in confusion. They couldn't understand how it could suddenly start snowing on such a fine day.
It was a clear blue sky, and the blazing sun hung high in the sky. Even though the surroundings had been ravaged by them, it shouldn't be snowing.
"Crack," and another "Crack," thunder boomed.
The Tatars present, as well as the Ming soldiers lying on the parapet above, felt that the world had become surreal.
Snow falling in a clear, sunny sky was rare enough, and it was only falling in one spot.
Then came the lightning and thunder, one strike following another.
Qi Yuanshan and his soldiers all personally witnessed streaks of purple light crisscrossing, like fire serpents darting everywhere.
Following this were the screams of the Tatars, and some bewildered individuals trying to flee.
Could they escape?
Fatty and Fu Xin Ci each managed two directions, pushing back those who tried to run into the area of heavy snowfall.
A few who managed to slip through were firmly pinned to the ground by the metallic sheen of Xu Jiacan's arrows.
My goodness, look at them. Their souls couldn't keep up with their bodies, and they collapsed.
Lan Tianyao and the people from Qilin Town were all lying on the parapet, watching clearly, filled with envious admiration.
Especially Lan Tianyao, at this moment, his usual composure was gone. He clenched his fists and silently cheered Xiang Tong and the others on.
He really wished he could fight alongside them.
It was snowing and thundering.
The soldiers of the thousand-household office were also bewildered.
After their initial confusion, they began to imagine things.
Could it be that the Tatars were too evil? Even Heaven couldn't stand it and had to punish them?
It must be, otherwise why would it be snowing in this season, and with thunder too?
It's possible, highly possible, that Heaven will surely punish evil people.
The captain, leading the way, felt depressed. They had nothing to do with Heaven.
Lan Tianyao couldn't help it any longer. His hands itched, and just as he was about to secretly throw a couple of fireballs, he heard the whispers of the soldiers from the thousand-household office nearby.
Attributing everything to Heaven made perfect sense.
What a perfect excuse. He'd better not shatter these simple, ancient people's beautiful wishes.
He held back and decided not to throw fireballs.
He continued to lie on the parapet with them, watching Xiang Tong and the others wreak havoc.
Suddenly, someone else spoke, "Hey, I think I smell something burnt."
"I smelled it long ago."
"Heh heh, this is pure roasted human flesh, it's just a bit smelly."
"Tsk, don't remind us. These Tatars have a strong body odor."
"And heavy body hair. Look at their chest hair."
Hey, why are these guys, while chatting, going off-topic? What does chest hair have to do with this?
But these gentlemen chatted with great relish.
Alas, what should have been a battlefield was turned into a collection of colorful and fragrant jokes by them.
The number of people joining in kept increasing.
Fortunately, Uncle Chen and Lan Tianyao's eyes were constantly focused below.
Especially Uncle Chen. Upon seeing the changes, he immediately reminded everyone.
"Hey, stop chatting, look, Xiang Tong and the others seem to be lengthening their front line."
"Yes," Lan Tianyao also reminded everyone.
"What does this mean? Does it mean it's time for us to go too?"
Someone, not sure who, replied, "There's a possibility."
"Ah, it's finally our turn?"
"Po, po." Someone was sharpening their fists, "I've long wanted to punch those bastards. I'm telling you, if you encounter the Japanese pirates later, don't try to snatch them from me."
"Tsk, I thought the same thing."
"Don't talk first, let me talk."
Everyone seemed to have a particular fondness for the Japanese pirates. Compared to them, the Tatars had to stand behind.
Lan Tianyao said, "Everyone, stop arguing. Whoever encounters them gets to deal with them. Also, on the battlefield, you can't abandon the Tatars to chase after the Japanese pirates."
"We won't. Not a single one will escape."
...
After more than half an hour, the Tatars and Japanese pirates, shrouded in snow, finally realized something was unusual.
The young Tatar leader kicked over a convulsing Japanese pirate beside him whose age was indistinguishable.
He cursed in Tatar, "Where is that woman's brother? Didn't you say you would capture that woman's brother at all costs?"
The young leader then looked up at the sky, trying to figure out the time.