Before Chen Jing could ask any questions, a series of images appeared before his eyes.
"Even if the Lily Armed Merchant Ship maintains its current high speed, it will still take a day to reach Ash City."
"The fastest to arrive on land is a Sword Pavilion cultivator named Xia Yi, but it will take him another day and a half to get here."
"Indeed, the Sword Pavilion guardians of Ash City cut off the blood sacrifice point at the large ship, effectively delaying the blood sacrifice. However, Ling Yuxuan had already set up a second blood sacrifice point beforehand."
Bai Yueyi once again showcased Dr. Mei Anming's hospital:
"Even if Ling Yuxuan fails to reclaim the blood sacrifice point on the large ship, the blood sacrifice performed at Dr. Mei Anming's second blood sacrifice point will only take half a day to complete the first stage of the blood sacrifice."
"The existence of the second blood sacrifice point is unknown to anyone. Even if the guardians knew, they would no longer have the manpower and strength to conquer it."
“Their efforts are naturally meaningless,” Bai Yueyi said softly. “Chen Jing, the only force that truly determines victory or defeat is you at this moment.”
In the scene, Lu Gang, the Black Hand, did not immediately return to the big ship. He had gone halfway when he learned from the wind and rain what had happened on the other side of the big ship, so he immediately turned back towards the High Wall area.
Besides the large ship, Lu Gang also controls the city's guard force, whose captain is his brother.
Mobilize the city guards to attack the ship area to offset the manpower advantage.
Even cultivators at the Ming Realm are wary of an army; a single volley of fire or a barrage of artillery fire can cripple their morale.
Meanwhile, experts and core members of the Mafia began purging the stubborn elements within the Mafia, mobilizing various forces to inform sailors and surrounding ships.
Many people were initially bewildered. Although the news of Lu Gang's secret blood sacrifice had already spread among the sailors, he suppressed the rumors with his influence. But now, those suppressed discussions are like seeds planted in the ground, sprouting and bearing fruit.
After inviting confidants from other forces in the ship district, including the ship district garrison and the Flying Fish, to conduct an on-site investigation beneath the Black Hand's large ship, panicked voices were heard first, followed by a united front.
There may have been a lot of prior preparations involved, and some of these forces already had various connections with the Guardians.
Along the ship area, experts and representatives of various factions held an emergency meeting. At the meeting, the experts quickly took command, but the establishment of the defense line and how to fight were discussed among the various parties. Many people were unwilling for their own factions to undertake the main defensive tasks.
Finally, after much difficulty, these ragtag groups reached an agreement. The experts could only let each group divide its own defense zones and be responsible for the detailed deployment, while the experts would provide overall coordination.
There was nothing that could be done about it. Most of them were civilian militia. Even the sailors on the big ships and the guards in the port area were not real armies, or even militias. They were all private soldiers of their respective families.
Unifying them was not something that could be accomplished with a single call to arms. Experts spoke with each family individually, telling them that the enemy was the Extreme Realm Heavenly Cultivator, that they could not escape, and that they shared the same fate as the Song people here.
With the prestige of Jian Ge, the leadership ability of Zhan Xiu, and the historical knowledge accumulated by the Song people, the experts miraculously and quickly united their forces.
If it weren't for the fact of the blood sacrifice, the experts simply couldn't have done this. But this blood sacrifice, and the torrential rain that surrounded the entire city, both ignited a sense of shared hatred and indignation among the vast majority of people.
The expert stepped onto the stage, raised a megaphone, and, disregarding the fatigue from the previous wrangling and coordination, shouted:
"Warriors of Ash City. I am the guardian of Sword Pavilion."
"The bloody scene is happening inside the ship. The mastermind Lu Gang wants to sacrifice you, to take you, and to take the entire city as a stepping stone for him to improve his cultivation."
"Now, he has been abandoned by everyone. And reinforcements from Xin Song City will arrive soon."
"As long as we defend the ship area and prevent him from setting up the blood sacrifice point again, we will win."
"We have done many similar things before. In the nearby city of Meijing, the blades of cultivators were worn down and severed by our ancestors with their blood, flesh, and shovels. We once fought on the open sea, using sailing warships, scimitars, flintlock pistols, and solid shot to battle enemies that lived on the coast; we once rode on horseback to fight enemies from the grasslands, causing their dragon beasts to fall into trenches; we once charged through hills littered with corpses towards the zombie sea of the Xia Dynasty, breaking the will of the corpse drivers with hand-to-hand combat. Now we fight on the banks of the Song River, the mother river that nurtured us, our homeland right beneath our feet."
"We have defeated enemies who outnumbered us through unity, will, and courage. Countless cultivators have perished at the hands of mortals on the lands we have defended."
“They want to destroy our last home, the home we built brick by brick on the ruins! They want to take our wives and our children as sacrifices.”
"Can we agree? Only our corpses can agree! Until then, our cannons, spears, and swords will answer in place of words."
"Ash City, victory is assured."
"The Song people will surely win."
The heavy rain weighed down on the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty. Many of the men in their thirties and forties recalled the past, those memories they didn't want to recall, those memories that brought tears to their eyes.
"war!"
It's unclear who uttered the first shout, but like the first thunderclap in a storm, many similar thunderous sounds followed:
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