Chapter 142 I'm Not a Hero

Tonghai, who was as strong as a bear, stood on the deck with his head held high, carrying a sledgehammer on his shoulder.

The oncoming sea breeze brushed against the gaps in the bronze armor, making a slight whimper.

The man stared ahead. The outline of his hometown was getting closer and closer. The long and wide coastline gradually became clear, behind it was a large area of ​​dense forest, and behind it was the light green salt pond area.

Tonghai looked behind him.

He brought a total of three ships and 275 warriors.

Among the people traveling with him, some were ordinary citizens who were persecuted by slave traders like himself; some were slaves who were willing to fight after being liberated; and some were farmers, craftsmen, and adventurers who wanted to overthrow the slave traders.

Now let's stand together and launch the final charge.

"Brothers."

Tonghai said in a deep voice: "You all know that I have a grudge against slave traders. My wife, Maihaya, a hardworking and honest woman from the island, was captured by slave traders in my coppersmith shop and forcibly branded with a slave mark."

"I came back from the sea and found the damned merchant. He told me that Mahaya had been sold to someone else and he didn't know where it was."

"He gave me some money and told me to choose any slave girl as my wife, saying it was just a misunderstanding."

Tonghai said coldly: "This is what slave traders do. In their eyes, everyone has a price. Everyone is a slave and livestock."

"As long as these monsters in human form are still in the city and still control the city, there will be new Mehayas who will suffer misfortune!"

"Brothers, listen to me."

The tall coppersmith roared into the wind: "Perhaps one day, we will lose our courage and strength, and we will not be able to lift hammers and swords to fight back against the enemy. They are so numerous, thousands of slaves are gathering, and more slaves are being captured by them to block our way."

"But I don't think it's today!"

"Today, we fight for all men, for all slaves, for all husbands and wives, for all fathers and children, for all courage and freedom!"

"If God thinks this is wrong, let God punish me! I am willing to bear all the wrath of God! I will be the first to die before you."

"Now! Brothers, I beg you, come with me, let's smash slavery together! Kill those bastards!"

"Kill them!"

Everyone cheered.

Three galleys broke into the unfinished dock.

When the slaves who were carrying wood and stones saw the pirates coming, they were so scared that they ran away.

The slave traders behind him yelled, "What are you running for! Pick up your weapons and hurry up, you bunch of brainless pigs."

"Whoever can chop off the head of the pirate leader in front will be freed by me!"

Some of the slaves stopped and hurriedly ran to the back to pick up spears and shields.

Tonghai was wearing bronze armor, dragging a sledgehammer on the ground, and leading the way.

He swung his hammer and smashed a slave that rushed over, and yelled to the slaves in front of him: "You don't have to fight!"

"We are here only to free the slaves!"

"We are the Northern Temple Army!"

"You are free!"

"Leave! This is a battlefield, cherish your lives!"

The slaves visibly cowered.

They were still brandishing their weapons and looked like they were fighting, but they were defeated at the first blow and fled in all directions, leaving only a few slaves and elite guards hired by merchants to fight against the people led by Tonghai.

Facing the aggressive Northern Temple Army, the merchants fighting on their own did not really want to fight to the death. Seeing that the situation was not good, they also rode on their horses and retreated quickly.

The enemy's cowardice and timidity made Tonghai even more angry.

It was this group of people who could do evil in Yancheng! "Brothers, follow me, enter Yancheng, and kill the slave traders!"

The bronze sea cried out loudly.

A few slaves plucked up the courage to run up to him, leading camels and horses and handing him the reins.

The slaves stammered and gestured.

“Ride…Ride…”

"quick……"

Tonghai mounted a strong horse and raised the hammer in his hand: "Brothers, take up your weapons and follow me!"

"Follow the leader!"

"rush!"

"Rush into the city!"

"Kill the slave traders!"

The Northern Temple Army won the first battle and their morale was high.

They rushed all the way and soon arrived outside Yancheng.

The city walls were neither strong nor tall. Most of them were built dozens or even hundreds of years ago. They had fallen into disrepair and were in a state of disrepair. There were many slaves holding spears guarding the walls, about a hundred of them.

As soon as the Temple Army arrived, the slaves immediately gathered together nervously. They raised their shields and pointed their spears outwards, forming a simple hedgehog defense formation, without any intention of coming out to fight.

Tonghai laughed: "Blow the horn. Let the brothers in the city move!"

The temple soldiers behind took out their horns one by one, and the low and desolate horn sounds came one after another.

The sound of horns in response also rang out in the city.

Then someone lit a fire inside the city gate, and the fire quickly became very large, spreading all the way up the city wall.

The slave soldiers blocking the door were so scared that they scattered in all directions. Their formation suddenly collapsed, and under the bows and spears of the temple army, they quickly turned into an uncontrollable rout.

Tonghai rode his horse at full speed, rushed into the city with a sledgehammer in his hand, and smashed the head of a fleeing slave trader into pieces.

The temple troops behind them followed suit and charged forward.

Yancheng was in chaos, with shouts of killing and rebellion. Rebellious slaves, craftsmen, and farmers began to set fires everywhere, making the slave traders feel that the enemy was everywhere.

When Tonghai rushed to the parliament hall, it was already empty.

The emptiness and weakness of the city were hard for him to believe.

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Facing the Temple Army's several naval attacks, the Yancheng Citizens' Council reacted so slowly. They neither strengthened the city walls nor trained and reorganized the soldiers, but only piled up the number of slaves, thinking that this would be useful.

Tonghai remembered the words of the old mayor Shang Li.

"This battle will end with our unconditional victory."

“Yancheng seems to have a large number of people, but the slave traders are not united.”

"For slave traders, the most important thing is to keep as many slaves and property as possible. When it comes to high profits, merchants are very united and sometimes they are willing to sacrifice their lives."

"They have been planning for many years to seize the city and make the slave trade legal. Getting rid of me, the mayor, is just one of the plans."

"They will not defend the city and sacrifice their property. This will not benefit them, but will weaken them and become prey for other merchants."

"For merchants, other merchants are their most formidable natural enemies. So they will preserve their strength and property and leave quickly..."

Shang Li had been preparing for this day for more than ten years.

Create threats at sea, gather slaves with fighting spirit and desire. Block the coast, try to destroy ports and docks, seek foreign aid, create various conflicts within the city, find and cultivate internal support...

Each step is orderly, just like the repeated forging of an iron blank until it finally becomes a sharp and flexible iron sword.

Shang Li is like a patient hunter, who forces his prey into the blind spot he expects step by step, and then pulls the rope to make them fall into the trap while escaping.

"I can't die."

Before leaving, the old man looked into the distance and said, "I want to see the city that once built the lighthouse get back on track."

"Go, Bronze Sea, to the other side of the sea."

"You are a hero of this era and the liberator of slaves. You will leave your own legend and history. This is what you deserve and the honor that belongs to you."

There was no joy in the bronze sea.

He just said: "I'm not a hero, I'm just a husband with a hammer."

Tonghai had many similar dreams.

In his dream, he was swinging a hammer in a coppersmith's shop, hammering copper embryos and copper sheets into various shapes, making copper pots and copper pans, and creating copper helmets and copper armor.

The sun was shining brightly outside, making the stones on the ground look white.

Tonghai was sweating profusely as he pounded the iron, breathing heavily.

Mahaja wiped his sweat with a towel and handed him sweet cool water.

She would sing him the folk songs of the island and tell him how the colorful birds on the island danced and how the fish in the sea jumped out of the water.

Then she said, I will give you a child, a brave and smart child.

He will be smarter than you, prettier than me, and he will travel to every island with the blessing of the gods. Then he will come home and tell us stories along the way...

Every time Tonghai came here, he would wake up with a smile and then stare into the darkness in a daze.

…

Now, the bronze sea stood in the center of the council.

There was no one around.

He freed all the slaves in the city, but did not find his own mahaya.

A tall blue figure walked over.

Tonghai knew him.

Yanger, the commander of Yancheng. He is an unfathomable extraordinary warrior with unimaginable strength and has lived for hundreds of years.

"Are you here to kill me?" Tonghai clenched the hammer in his hand.

Yanger shook his head.

The other party was silent for a moment and handed him a clay pot.

"I just thought that maybe you needed a drink. You look sad, soldier."

Tonghai took the wine jug and drank it all in one gulp.

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