Chapter 136 Fatty Jin

Wu Mingyi sent two cultivators at the Human Realm to break through the siege and seek help at Luzon Port, but soon after they were seen fleeing back covered in blood like wild dogs.

He finally realized he had gone too far this time; now, perhaps only he, a Yellow Realm cultivator, was capable of breaking through and delivering the message, but if the commander left, wouldn't the camp immediately fall apart?

"Sir, the Governor-General will definitely send someone to investigate, and reinforcements will surely be dispatched."

Chun Shang Jilang had been following Wu Mingyi since they headed north, and they had gone through countless battles together. He had developed an admiration for the powerful Da Yuan army, and he firmly believed that he would escape danger this time as well.

Wu Mingyi nodded, secretly praying, "I hope Uncle Liu is worried about his nephew and will send someone to the northern camp to check the situation."

"Arrange the sentries, make sure your men are well-fed and ready for battle, and I'm going to check on the Goryeo camp."

Wu Mingyi had a headache when he thought about the composition of his troops. In the north, it was his own main force brigade plus three Japanese brigades. Later, the number of Japanese troops was reduced sharply due to casualties and returning home. He had to reduce it to two brigades. When he came to Luzon, the prince added a Korean brigade.

"Don't worry, sir, I will make the arrangements!" Although Chun Shang Jilang looked down on those Goryeo soldiers, he never disobeyed Wu Mingyi's military orders.

The relationship between the Koreans and the Japanese has never been good. The Japanese often crossed the sea to plunder Korea, since Korea was the closest and easiest to bully. Therefore, Qin Mo mixed the Japanese and Koreans into one camp, which was not without the intention of maintaining a balance of power.

"Kim Sam, how are your men's emotions? Are there any signs of instability?"

Kim Moo-shin, the brigade commander of the Goryeo camp, was a fat man who had served as a general in the Goryeo army. His obese body stood out among the pale-faced people in the camp. Because he had two older brothers who served in the Goryeo army, Oh Myung-yi called him "Kim the Third".

"My lord, my troops are very well-rested. They are all well-fed and won't even flinch when they go into battle tomorrow," Jin Wuxin said, bowing and scraping as he assured Wu Mingyi, displaying a sycophantic nature.

"Don't be careless. Make sure to arrange for people to keep watch tonight. If anyone is unsettled, calm them down immediately. Your brigade has no combat experience, so don't let them cause a ruckus."

"Captain, we Goryeo warriors are upright men who will never be intimidated by the enemy. We are even more resilient than the Japanese."

Kim Moo-shin felt he was being looked at. These soldiers were all young men selected from the brigade and were equipped with full sets of armor and weapons. In his eyes, this was the most elite army.

Wu Mingyi waved his hand and turned to leave. In his eyes, these Goryeo warriors still needed to fight several tough battles, and only when half of them died could they be considered a usable elite force.

The atmosphere in the Da Yuan army camp was tense, with everyone preparing for battle. Meanwhile, the indigenous camp was also rife with arguments and indecision.

“The Alai people west of the Great Lake have submitted to these Dayuan people and have lost their courage as warriors. Now they are penetrating deeper and deeper and are approaching our homeland. If we do not unite to resist, we will suffer the same fate as the Alai people sooner or later. The enemy is right in front of us, so why are you starting to retreat?”

The shirtless man's face was covered in paint, and the various chicken feathers on his head trembled as he spoke, revealing his inner anger.

“Ah Sen, we’re not backing down, we just feel that these outsiders are not as simple as we think. If we kill them all, it will invite their revenge.”

The elderly wizard seemed hesitant. The fighting prowess of the Da Yuan Rao in last night's battle had exceeded their expectations. A mere few people had killed hundreds of native warriors, making them begin to doubt whether this siege was the right thing to do.

"Revenge? Haven't we tribes retaliated against each other countless times over the years? What's the big deal? Even if we lose, the worst that happens is we surrender like Alai. But you... hehehe!"

Hearing Asen's laughter, the shamans fell into deep thought. These outsiders needed the natives to work, and they weren't harsh on the natives who surrendered; but the shamans were different. They were outcasts among the natives, holding a special status and influence within the tribe. All their privileges stemmed from the Turao faith. If the natives were ruled by these "big shots," who would still pay homage to the shamans?

"Ah Sen, we will attack them tomorrow, capture them all and kill them, let them know our power, and make them leave our homeland."

Not all shamans are as cautious as the old shaman. The thought that they would no longer be able to freely enjoy the tribe's wealth and women made these charlatans furious, and they felt they had to fight to the end for their better life.

The sun was rising in the east, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky; it looked like a battle was about to begin.

The northern camp is located on a plain, which was originally a good place to cultivate and farm. Unfortunately, it will be stained with blood today, but next year's rice will surely have a good harvest!

"Kim Jong-un, your men are the reserve force. Don't wet your pants when the time comes!"

"Captain, this is an insult to us. We would rather go out and fight to the death right now than be part of this shameful reserve force."

Jin Wuxin's eyes turned red, and he gripped his sword tightly, only lacking a bowl of farewell wine.

“Jin Sang, in the Prince’s army, people prove themselves through strength and bloodshed, not through empty talk and rhetoric.”

Kim Moo-shin glared at Inoue Hideo, who had spoken to him, without refuting him, but instead gripped the hilt of his sword even tighter.

According to reports, the other party was just an ordinary soldier who, with a worthless life, managed to seize an opportunity and become a cultivator, rising to prominence in one step.

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