A large force of Wokou suddenly burst into the town, killing at will. Before the townsfolk had recovered from their panic, fires were already blazing, and corpses littered the streets!
Some stormed pawnshops and taverns to plunder gold and silver; others broke into respectable homes and slung women over their shoulders. Screams and laughter rose one after another.
Some escort guards and passing Jianghu martial artists drew their swords to intervene, but the Wokou had strength in numbers. A dozen or more would roar and swarm each opponent, some armed with muskets and cannons. Two fists could not withstand so many deadly hands. Without enough cultivation to resist firearms, they could only end up hacked apart...
Ninghai was only a small county town. It did not have that many masters.
The Wokou grew ever more brazen, cutting off heads and brandishing them in triumph.
The townsfolk sank deeper into despair, their heart-rending cries echoing through the streets.
"With that pathetic skill, you thought you could play the chivalrous hero? What fools!"
With a sneer, Inoue Jūshirō drove his Japanese sword into a severed head and raised it high overhead. He let the blood run down the blade's tip as he roared with laughter.
The rōnin around him clamored to flatter him. "Jūshirō, your martial arts just keep improving! Leading this attack on the town has earned you the greatest merit again. Those above will surely reward you with heaps of money and women. You'll be able to enjoy yourself for a good while!"
"Exactly! Fighting to conquer the realm with the Prince of Hui really does offer a bright future. We'd never get an opportunity like this back home. The women of Ming China-so juicy!"
"Hahahahaha!"
They all laughed, staring at the captive women with savage, bestial expressions.
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