"Kill..."
Fresh troops poured onto the coast like wolves and tigers, driving the Japanese pirates' already tottering morale down to freezing point. Great numbers abandoned their landing and turned back toward the sea.
But most of the ships along the shore had already run aground under cannon fire from both sides. Even if a handful could still barely move, Wang Zeng's Five Peaks fleet was prowling offshore. The sea offered no escape either...
Even Zhou Fu abandoned his defense of the strait's mouth. He sounded the advance drums and led the recruitment camp and the Bright Cult followers lying in ambush on both hillsides down onto the shore...
Led by their respective commanders, the five forces crisscrossed through the routed Japanese pirates, cutting them into small, isolated groups before surrounding and slaughtering them.
The Japanese pirates roared, wailed, and screamed as they fell in swathes.
Whenever a skilled pirate fighter sprang out and tried to carve a bloody escape route, several times his number of Great Wei experts charged down and hacked him into pieces...
"Sir, mount up!"
Yang Ge had been mowing through the pirates alone with his saber, like an unstoppable warrior cutting grass, as though no one could stand in his path. At the familiar shout, he turned and saw a lean, formidable figure in a Prisoner Ox Embroidered Uniform galloping toward him, leading a tall, sturdy chestnut horse.
He spun, leaped onto its back, and pulled the reins. The powerful warhorse neighed and reared.
In an instant, a spirited roar soared into the sky behind him: "Kill!"
Yang Ge swept a glance around. Every face he saw was familiar, and there were at least seven or eight hundred of them.
The Strongmen of the Upper Right Office must have all come...
"What brought you here?"
Reining