radicalducati Chapter 64 Encirclement and Slaughter of the Jin People
Chapter 64 Encirclement and Slaughter of the Jin People
A quarter of an hour passes in the blink of an eye.
More than three hundred swordsmen who warded off evil had all changed into tight-fitting all-black outfits, their faces covered with black cloth, and the long swords in their hands gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the lamplight.
After more than two months of arduous training day and night, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual had long been etched into their very bones.
This extremely yin and evil martial art not only gave them speed and swordsmanship far exceeding those of ordinary people, but also eroded the last bit of cowardice that ordinary people had in them.
Wang Huai'an stood at the front of the group, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene. Seeing that everyone was ready to go, he turned around and quickly walked to the high platform.
"Your Majesty, all troops have been assembled and are ready to depart at any time. Please give your instructions."
Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform, his robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
He glanced at the line below the stage and slowly nodded: "Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and added, "Have a few of your men take some lime powder with them."
"Lime powder?"
Wang Huai'an was suddenly stunned, puzzled.
He couldn't understand why his king wanted him to bring this thing. Was it to be used as a hidden weapon?
But the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique they practiced was all about speed, killing people in the blink of an eye. Why would they need something as low-class as lime powder?
Despite his doubts, he didn't hesitate for a moment, nor dared to ask any more questions: "Yes!"
After getting up, Wang Huai'an gave orders to send ten people to find some quicklime to take with them.
The rest of the men checked their weapons, and after confirming that everything was in order, at Wang Huai'an's command, the more than three hundred men slipped out of the courtyard like ghosts.
Having mastered the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, their movements were already exceptionally fast. Now, with their full power unleashed, over three hundred of them ran through the streets and alleys without even the night watchmen and soldiers noticing.
In no time at all, the group arrived outside Duting Post Station.
At this moment, Duting Post Station is still brightly lit.
Outside the post station, two squads of imperial guards, each holding a long halberd, stood on either side of the gate, keeping their eyes fixed straight ahead.
Inside the courtyard walls, every few feet there was a Jin dynasty guard patrolling back and forth, with a curved sword at his waist and his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
The inn was always brightly lit, and Jurchen warriors could be seen passing by from time to time, indicating that the defenses were extremely tight.
After all, it was the residence of the Jin delegation, and the Southern Song court was afraid that something might happen to these Jin people in Lin'an City, which would delay the important peace negotiations.
Not only were imperial guards stationed there day and night, but the bodyguards brought by Wanyan Honglie were all battle-hardened warriors selected from the Jin army.
Ordinary martial arts masters cannot even get close to the inn.
Wang Huai'an made a gesture, and the more than three hundred people immediately stopped and quietly dispersed, completely surrounding the entire Duting Post Station.
He looked up at the roof of the three-story restaurant next to the post station and asked Zhao Yu for instructions with his eyes.
On the rooftop, Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, facing the night wind. He waved to him, indicating that he should go ahead and do it without any worries.
Having received Zhao Yu's approval, a ruthless glint flashed in Wang Huai'an's eyes.
He slowly drew his long sword from his waist and said solemnly, "Follow me and kill! Inside the post station, leave no Jin Gou alive!"
"kill!"
More than three hundred people rushed out together.
They lightly touched the ground with their toes, and their figures shot out like arrows, rapidly climbing up the courtyard wall without making a sound.
Just as the patrolling Jurchen man heard a commotion and turned to investigate, a flash of sword light slashed through his throat.
"Pfft!"
Blood gushed out, and the guard didn't even have time to scream before he clutched his neck and collapsed against the courtyard wall, dying with his eyes wide open.
Almost simultaneously, all the patrolling guards around the courtyard wall were silently slit in the throat.
Wang Huai'an took the lead, smashing open the side door of the inn. His long sword transformed into a white streak as he unleashed the full power of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique's killing move, "Meteor Fall."
The two guards inside the gate had just raised their scimitars upon hearing the commotion when the blades flashed and pierced their hearts instantly. They fell straight down without even uttering a sound.
"kill!"
More than three hundred swordsmen, known as the Evil-Repelling Swordsmen, surged into the inn, brandishing their longswords with flashing light, as fast as lightning and as dense as a sudden rainstorm.
The most terrifying aspect of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique lies in its speed.
Speed, when taken to its extreme, is enough to break all laws under heaven.
These Jurchen warriors were all seasoned veterans, their skills in riding, archery, and close combat unparalleled in the world. Yet, faced with this incredibly fast swordsmanship, they had no chance to retaliate.
The moment they raised their scimitars, their opponent's sword pierced their hearts; the moment they unleashed their moves, their opponent's sword sliced across their throats.
Inside the inn, chaos erupted instantly.
In his room on the second floor of the inn, Wanyan Honglie was jolted awake by the deafening shouts of battle outside. He jumped out of bed, grabbed the curved sword hanging on the wall, and shouted sharply, "What's going on outside?"
"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Assassins! A lot of assassins have broken in!" A guard tumbled in, his voice filled with terror. "Their swordsmanship is too fast. The brothers can't stop them at all. Many of them have already died."
"An assassin?" Wanyan Honglie's heart sank. "Where did this assassin come from? From the Southern Song court?"
"Quickly, organize men to guard the gate! Go and invite General Wanyan Kan to bring his men over!" Wanyan Honglie gripped his scimitar, forcing himself to calm down, and gave the order in a stern voice.
But the screams outside continued to grow closer and more intense.
On the rooftop outside the inn, Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the fighting inside.
He didn't make a move, nor did he even have the thought of doing so.
An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one.
He spent more than two months and countless efforts to gather these people, find them the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, and teach them martial arts, not to be their babysitters.
The primary objective of tonight's battle is to eliminate the Jin delegation, and the secondary objective is to train the troops.
He wanted to see if these swordsmen he had personally trained could truly shoulder the heavy responsibility.
But as he watched, Zhao Yu's smile suddenly vanished, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Just now, he clearly sensed that in the alley west of the inn, someone was frantically fleeing into the distance, taking advantage of the shadows.
Judging from his figure, he seems to be one of the Evil-Repelling Swordsmen he brought.
Are you fleeing?
A murderous glint flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.
With a swift movement, he appeared at the entrance of the alley on the west side in just a few breaths, blocking the figure fleeing in panic.
Where are you going?
The fleeing man suddenly stopped, a shiver running through his body.
Upon seeing Zhao Yu standing at the alley entrance, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down, stammering, "Your...Your Majesty..."
Zhao Yu's gaze fell on the longsword in his hand, and he questioned, "I provided you with food and lodging, bestowed upon you unparalleled martial arts, and gave you a chance to forge your own future. Now that the time has come for you to contribute, you want to desert?"