Song Yu smiled and cupped his hands in salute. "Big Brother Ye, we owe this to you!" He knew the value of Fortune, so he had secretly moved Ye Hongyan's band and the warriors he had recruited into the county, armed them, and sworn a blood pact with them to rise up together. Now, as expected, they had proved invaluable.
The burly man was none other than Ye Hongyan. He threw back his head and laughed. "I've never liked that bastard Yu Dacheng. He's always made trouble for us. Now that you've avenged us, brother, it feels damn good!"
The county commandant was roughly equivalent to a modern-day political and legal affairs secretary, and was also in charge of public security within the county. Ye Hongyan's lot were mostly ruffians; the nature of their relationship was obvious.
Ye Hongyan was spattered with blood, making him look even more ferocious. Song Yu paid it no mind. "I only need two people left here. The most important thing now is to kill anyone who resists, seize their weapons, and tie up all the prisoners!"
Ye Hongyan glanced at Song Yu. His brother Song had a face as handsome as jade and a gaze so deep it seemed to see through the ways of the world. An imposing air radiated from him, and he seemed utterly unlike his usual self.
Ye Hongyan felt a chill in his heart and answered in a low voice. His chest burned with excitement. If they pulled this off, there would be no turning back; bringing glory to their ancestors, winning honor for their family, and securing their wives and children's futures might all be within reach. A few more traces of deference appeared on his face as he led the charge against the rioting soldiers.
Song Yu