Yang Ge was still tying up the loose ends left by the old fisherman's funeral.
Meanwhile, Yang Tiansheng had just arrived with his elite followers in Songjiang Prefecture, in Jiangzhe, where the Japanese Pirate Raids were severe, when word reached him that a band of Japanese Pirates was heading toward a village called Osmanthus Flat, sixty li south of Songjiang.
He immediately sent scouts ahead to investigate and followed with his elite followers.
"Report!"
A rider came from the south, his scarlet headscarf fluttering in the wind like a blood-red banner.
"Whoa!"
Yang Tiansheng raised a hand, and the hundred-odd Bright Cult fighters behind him reined in their horses together.
The scout cupped his fist and announced loudly, "Reporting to Incense Master Yang! The intelligence was correct. Japanese Pirates are pillaging Osmanthus Flat. There are over a hundred of them!"
"Those fucking bastards! Turning heaven upside down!"
Yang Tiansheng's fury blazed three feet high. He drew the longsword from his saddle and roared, "Brothers, draw your blades!"
The sound of swords and sabers leaving their sheaths rang out all at once.
Yang Tiansheng took the lead. "Charge with me!"
"Hyah!"
The hundred-odd riders spurred their horses after him, racing toward the village at the edge of their vision, where black smoke rose into the sky.
They thundered across more than ten li. As soon as they neared Osmanthus Flat, Yang Tiansheng, galloping at the very front, saw a short man with an ugly bald-topped haircut standing in the narrow village lane ahead. He had a swaddled infant skewered on his Japanese sword and was strutting through the village, shouting and swaggering...
One glance turned Yang Tiansheng's eyes bloodshot. He pointed his longsword. "Chop these bastards to pieces!"
He sprang from his powerful horse. Ten meters of golden-red sword qi