The Japanese swordsman had been waiting for less than half an hour, and the governor of Dongsheng City was sitting quietly on the tower, looking at him.
The deaths of the five soldiers seemed unable to sway the rather elderly governor.
The swordsman was angry. The reason why he was sent to persuade the city to surrender was to occupy one of the easternmost borders of the Great Xia Dynasty with minimal casualties.
There are only 20,000 people attacking Dongji Island, which is just part of their country's national strength. There are other people who are attacking or preparing to attack other coastal defense fortresses in Daxia.
If his army can capture this city called Dongsheng in Great Xia quickly and with minimal casualties, then their entire army will be rewarded, and they will be rich and powerful.
And he could also massacre the people of Daxia and enjoy the pleasure of killing after entering Daxia's inland territory.
But the old man in Dongsheng City never loosened his tone from beginning to end, which gradually made him irritated.
Since killing soldiers is not enough to sway you, what about killing children?
The swordsman's eyes were cold and he grabbed the two children who were bound next to him.
One male and one female.
The boy was about eight or nine years old. He was wearing a scholar's shirt and was full of bookishness. His little face was covered with purple-black poisonous spots. Facing the impending death, he followed the example of the five older brothers who died before him. Keep your head up and your chest up.
Although it can still be seen that there is some fear of death on this boy's face, but more of it is unyielding.
The girl should be about five or six years old. The innocent smile that should have been displayed at this age was not shown on her little face. Instead, there was only numbness, and fear and confusion deep in her eyes.
The Japanese swordsmen, one on the left and the other on the right, hugged the tied boys and girls, sneered and shouted at Chen Weimin on the tower:
"Hey, Daxia people."
Seeing the timid appearance of the two children, the prefect Chen Weimin's old eyes trembled and the tip of his nose was slightly sore. He stared at the Japanese swordsman and said in a deep voice:
"Let them all go first so I can think about it."
"Open the city gate quickly!" The Japanese swordsman grinned. People in Daxia are kind, especially to the old and young. He used children to threaten them, which was indeed much more effective.
He smiled and said:
"There is an old saying in Daxia, which is that those who understand current affairs are outstanding. If the city gate is opened, I will not kill them."
Chen Weimin's lips couldn't help trembling, and he didn't say anything, but slowly closed his eyes.
The meaning is self-evident.
Neither of the two children were disappointed or desperate, nor did they cry. One of them still held his head high, while the other looked around blankly and at a loss.
The Japanese swordsman was so angry that he drew out the blade with a clang and placed it on the boy's neck. The sharpness of the blade had already made a wound on the boy's neck, and bright red blood oozed out.
The swordsman shouted angrily again:
"Open the city gate!"
Prefect Chen Weimin opened his eyes.
It was not that he wanted to compromise, but in his trance, he seemed to hear the sound of thunder coming from the city.
He wanted to look back sideways, but a black firefly flashed past him wrapped in the whistling wind, with a huge sound, like thunder.
The black light flashed, and Chen Weimin took a closer look. In front of the Japanese swordsman outside the city gate, a man in black robe appeared, wearing a bamboo hat, holding the swordsman's sword tightly in one hand.
Chen Weimin's breathing was rapid, and he stood up suddenly, staggering to get closer.
The Japanese swordsman froze on the spot. He just roared angrily. As soon as he finished speaking, a Daxia man suddenly appeared in front of him. He held his sword and looked at him quietly. His eyes were deep and there was no murderous intention. However, he I felt the overwhelming killing intent.
"Ba Ge Ya Lu (bastard)!" The swordsman yelled angrily and wanted to draw the knife, but the handle did not move at all. He suddenly panicked and quickly changed his words:
"It's full, Thain (sorry)."
"boom."
What responded to him was an irresistible and shocking force. The next moment, he exploded into a bloody flower, and the ten Japanese soldiers beside him turned into a bloody mist.
