In the early morning, Fang Er, having nothing to do, accompanied Chai Yue and Xiao Qing in building sandcastles on the beach.
Suddenly.
Ding! Mission Issued: Follow the Vine to Catch the Melon!
Mission Description: Annihilate the invading enemies and capture their main base. Reward: One refresh!
Heh?
An unexpected joy!
When Fang Er let the trouserless man leave yesterday, he had already anticipated this.
Wealth and material desires move people. Those gleaming silver ingots clearly indicated that Fang Er and his group were foolish and rich, inviting them to come and get them!
Moreover, there were only about three hundred people here, easy to conquer.
See, they've really fallen into the trap.
However, System, are you serious about this mission name?
Guan Chang, Huang Sheng, we have guests. Go and welcome them.
Fang Er didn't even get up, still playing with the sand in his hands, he said to the Yan Yun cavalry beside him.
He emphasized the word "guests."
Guan Chang's face showed an excited smile: Your Highness, rest assured, we will entertain them well!
Leaving Wang Duan and Li Da behind to guard, Guan Chang led the others to arrange the welcome ceremony.
Yoshino, with two thousand men from the six great families, came charging towards the camp where Fang Er and his group were stationed.
As they passed through the town, they caused utter chaos, with chickens flying and dogs jumping.
Some samurai casually picked up things from stalls and ate them, while the vendors dared not utter a word.
When the procession reached the woods outside the camp, Yoshino shouted to those behind him: Kill, kill, kill!!
Two thousand samurai drew the weapons at their waists and charged towards them, raising them high.
Guan Chang and the others in the trees looked on, utterly bewildered.
What were these guys holding?
That sword looked so rusty it was about to break. How dare they use it to chop people?
And that guy, you're charging with a wooden stick. What are you trying to do?
The sticks we use to spank each other are thicker than yours!
With this level of skill, are they even trying to ambush? It would be an act of mercy to face them head-on.
Guan Chang waved his hand: Brothers, let's get them!
After speaking, he jumped down from the tree himself, reached behind his back, and unsheathed his three-meter-long Mo Dao.
Liu Meng and Zhang Tian, along with three hundred Tianhuo Army soldiers, couldn't be bothered to hide anymore. Look, these guys were only slightly stronger than the natives they had killed before.
As for how many there were?
That was the difference between street thugs and hooligans, wasn't it?
The towering warriors descending from the sky, and the Tianhuo Army emerging from the woods, made Yoshino's heart skip a beat.
He glanced at their equipment, then at the attire of the samurai behind him.
Yoshino's face contorted in ferocity: 殺す (Kill them!)
The two thousand samurai, unaware of the opponent's level, charged forward fearlessly upon hearing the order.
Guan Dao looked left and right. Huang Sheng, Zhang De, Meng Di, and others were already standing in a line to his left and right, their hands caressing the long handles of their Mo Dao.
The blades rose!
Swish!
Sixteen Mo Dao were raised high.
Advance!
Sixteen men strode forward simultaneously.
The small samurai opposite them were quite agile. In just a moment, they had already rushed to Guan Chang and his men.
Chop!
Ha!
The Mo Dao descended at the same time, instantly splitting sixteen men in two!
Liu Meng drew his waist saber, glanced at Zhang Tian, and said: Come on, let's see who can chop more!
Zhang Tian clenched his left fist, wiped his thumb under his nose, and scoffed with disdain: Humph!
After confronting Liu Meng, he roared at the soldiers of the Fifth Camp behind him: Get them!
Over a hundred people drew their weapons.
The gleaming blades made Yoshino's eyes gleam with envy, and not just him, but the other six family heads as well.
With such good weapons, if they all belonged to him, then the family's territory could continue to expand!
The allure of the weapons made them completely disregard the lives of their samurai.
These guys were worthless, loyal after just one rice ball a day!
The clash of cold weapons was the most effective at stimulating the secretion of male hormones and adrenaline.
The Fifth Camp soldiers, fighting with real swords and armor for the first time, were a little timid at first. But as soon as they engaged, feeling the opponent's strength, they immediately became confident.
The flimsy blades the little monkeys were holding couldn't even withstand a head-on clash with the fine steel waist sabers they carried. The moment they met, they were sliced in two.
Didn't you see how stunned those opposing soldiers looked?
Also, you guys holding wooden sticks, come at me, our battalion commander hits harder than you!
Seeing the Fifth Camp slaughtering their enemies, Liu Meng gestured to the veteran soldiers of the Third Camp behind him.
A group of them directly sneaked towards Yoshino and the others in the rear.
Yoshino and the other seven were still lost in their fantasies, imagining the scenes of them wielding these exquisite weapons and rampaging.
What!
Finally, someone noticed that the situation was not right.
Their own samurai were being ruthlessly harvested like wheat.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he suddenly saw over a hundred people charging towards them.
He immediately shouted in panic to his subordinates: Baka! Stop them quickly!
From two thousand, uh, no, now only fifteen hundred remained.
A portion of the fifteen hundred samurai broke off and charged towards Liu Meng.
Liu Meng grinned, pulled a grenade from his waist, pulled the pin, and tossed it towards the crowd opposite.
Boom!
A gap was blasted open in the middle of the charging samurai.
More than a dozen people were blown to the ground.
The sudden sound enraged Zhang Tian.
Damn it! Third Camp Commander, you're cheating!
Liu Meng merely rolled his eyes at him, then ordered his subordinates: Don't be like the Fifth Camp Commander, chopping uselessly. If your blade gets chipped, you'll have to sharpen it yourself, won't you? End this quickly.
Yes!
Thus, the Third Camp directly used grenades and firearms.
They pushed all the way to Yoshino.
Even he and the other seven family heads were dumbfounded.
Liu Meng stepped forward and kicked them to the ground one by one.
Tie them up!
After speaking, he slung his Yun Yi model back over his shoulder.
A group of soldiers walked out from behind him and tied up the family heads like rice dumplings, then dragged them towards the beach to report to Fang Er.
With the capture of their leaders, the samurai dropped their weapons and knelt down in unison.
They shouted pleas for mercy in unintelligible gibberish.
Hearing the gunshots, Chai Shao and Yu Chi Jingde, who were still sleeping in the tent, grabbed their sabers and ran out. As soon as they emerged, they were stunned.
Damn, not a single one of them got to fight, and it's already over?
Son of a bitch! I slept too deeply!
The seven short family heads were thrown before Fang Er.
Liu Meng stepped forward: Your Highness, they've all been captured!
Fang Er looked at these guys and a sentence blurted out without thinking.
Where is your Snow White?