Chapter 384: He is the New Generation God of War

After Bai Wei gave the order, she pressed the translator tucked into her ear.

She walked up to a Fusang prisoner and spoke to him.

"You! Relay this message to these prisoners for me: we are all trapped here now. If you don't want to die here, listen to my orders and use the Red Barbarian Cannons to bombard the Yuan Clan troops."

That Fusang prisoner knew a little simple Daliang language.

He gritted his teeth, just about to refuse.

But suddenly, Xiao Moting walked over with a cold face and stood behind Bai Wei.

The tall man was covered in blood, holding a blood-stained Long Blade in his hand; his eyes were fierce and cold, and a thick murderous aura radiated from his very bones, as if he would split the man in two the next second.

The Fusang prisoner shivered in fear, swallowed the words on his lips, turned around obediently, and ordered his companions in the Fusang language.

Soon, the group of prisoners understood the meaning.

Someone immediately began to shout viciously, neck stiff, yelling a string of Fusang language.

"What is he saying?" Xiao Moting asked the interpreting Fusang prisoner coldly.

The prisoner was trembling from the murderous aura radiating from him, and stuttered out a string of Fusang language.

Xiao Moting did not understand; he glanced sideways at the troublemaking prisoner and asked Bai Wei.

"How should we handle this?"

Bai Wei raised her head, her eyes as cold as stars.

She heard from the translator that the other party was shouting, "Long live General Tokugawa, we will die rather than obey orders, Fusang will surely destroy Daliang."

Since they would not cooperate, there was no need to keep them!

She reached out, her slender fingers pointing at the prisoner, and spat out one word.

"Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Moting flashed forward, lunging ahead, the Long Blade in his hand slashing down fiercely!

A flash of cold light!

Splat!

Fresh blood splattered everywhere!

The troublemaking prisoner was split in two by Xiao Moting's blade, alive, carved into two "pieces" of human form!

Steaming internal organs, mixed with filthy blood, fell onto the ground with a splattering sound.

This scene completely shocked the Fusang prisoners.

The prisoners who had been defiant just a moment ago were now all silent; the crowd turned pale, looking at Xiao Moting in terror, their eyes as if they were seeing the God of Death, and they could no longer "yell" a single word.

Xiao Moting's handsome, firm face was stained with blood.

He couldn't be bothered to wipe it off, propping the Long Blade on the ground, scanning the prisoners with a murderous aura.

"Who else?"

The cold voice was like a death warrant.

The prisoners immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, and no one dared to resist again.

Bai Wei took a deep breath and turned her head to order the interpreting prisoner.

"Have them load the Explosives, listen to my orders, and bombard the Yuan Family Army with the cannons."

With the "human pieces" Xiao Moting had split in two still lying on the ground, their internal organs still warm, the prisoners dared not say a word of refusal at this terrifying sight, scrambling to the Red Barbarian Cannons to load the Explosives with all their might.

Bai Wei nodded with satisfaction, had the translator translate a passage of Fusang language, and then said aloud.

"Listen well, whoever dares to cheat, I will have them sliced to death on the spot!"

"I am the incarnation of a deity; whoever does not obey my orders, I will send them into Avici Hell, let them suffer endless pain, and never be reincarnated."

As soon as she spoke, her fluent Fusang language stunned everyone once again.

Even the few defiant Fusang people revealed expressions of submission in their eyes as they looked at her.

In fact, no one knew that Bai Wei was following the translator.

The translator in her ear would translate a sentence, and she would repeat it.

The official translation of the translator was standard and clear, and Bai Wei had watched quite a few Fusang TV dramas and anime, so it was no problem for her to parrot the Fusang language.

Moreover, Bai Wei had seen on modern videos that the Fusang people were most afraid of being cast into Avici Hell, so she deliberately intimidated these prisoners to prevent them from tampering with the cannons.

Seeing Bai Wei suddenly speak fluent Fusang language, the prisoners all felt a chill down their backs, believing her "deity" identity to be true.

In fact, they had already been terrified after seeing Bai Wei conjure a mountain of ore out of thin air and being frightened by Xiao Moting's ferocity; now that Bai Wei was displaying "divine miracles," the prisoners dared not disobey her orders.

As for that troublemaker, he was just severely brainwashed by the Tokugawa clan and completely reckless with his life.

The prisoners had completely submitted, loading the Explosives with all their might.

The Red Barbarian Cannons stood ready.

Xiao Moting walked up and bowed to her.

"Shennü Daren, the troops have been deployed, please give your order!"

Bai Wei took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

"Good, prepare for battle!"

The dark mass of Yuan Clan troops stood on the open ground.

A general rubbed his eyes vigorously, "General Yuan, am I seeing things? How did a mountain suddenly appear in the courtyard where the Peasant Army is hiding, and it even blocked all our Rockets!"

Yuan Zhi held a Telescope, his face also full of confusion.

"Strange, where did this mountain come from? Why didn't it appear just now?"

Someone stepped forward to report, "The subordinate heard that the Prince of Zhenbei has recruited a demoness who is skilled in sorcery; it is by this sorcery that he defeated the Daye Army."

"Playing god and acting like a ghost!" Yuan Zhi laughed arrogantly, "This general has killed tens of thousands of people; if there were really sorcery, their vengeful spirits would have come to find me long ago! In battle between two armies, what matters is combat strength. Xiao Moting is already at the end of his rope; this stone mountain is just a trick of the eye!"

"Two rounds of Rockets have already left them severely crippled; they want to use a smoke screen to trick me into retreating, but I won't fall for his trap!"

He raised his blade and shouted, "The whole army, attack! Charge in and kill them all! Regardless of gender or age, kill everyone. If anyone shows mercy, they will be executed on the spot!"

"Kill!"

Following the earth-shaking roars, the Yuan Clan troops swarmed toward the small courtyard ahead like a tidal wave!

The sounds of battle cries and galloping hooves... approached rapidly.

"Goddess, the Yuan Clan troops are charging over!" Zhang Yu knelt to report, "Please give the order!"

"They've come at the right time!" Bai Wei took a deep breath, her bright eyes looking ahead.

She raised her right arm and gave a light wave toward the towering mountain of ore in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, the hill-like mountain of ore vanished into thin air, having been collected by her into the Warehouse.

After the mountain of ore disappeared, a surging mass of troops appeared before everyone's eyes.

Yuan Zhi rode a white horse, charging at the very front of the formation.

He looked up, saw that the mountain of ore blocking the small courtyard had vanished, and was instantly overjoyed.

"The stone mountain has disappeared! This general was right; it really was a smoke screen."

The two Deputy Generals following at his side immediately flattered him.

"General Yuan has keen insight!"

Yuan Zhi spurred his horse into a wild gallop, his eyes flashing with an excited, bloodthirsty light, "Beijiang War God Xiao Moting, I will personally sever your head and hang it on the city gate for all to see... Hahahaha..."

He had followed by his uncle's side and had been praised as "surpassing others in courage" since he was small, determined to seize the title of War God.

It was just a pity that whenever people mentioned the War God, they would only think of "Beijiang War God Xiao Moting"; no matter how hard Yuan Zhi tried, he could not surpass Xiao Moting, and he felt extreme hatred and jealousy in his heart.

This time, he would personally slay the Beijiang War God and become the new generation of War God!

Yuan Zhi roared with bloodshot eyes.

"Kill, kill them all—"

Boom!

A thunderous, deafening explosion!

Before Yuan Zhi could finish his roar, the Deputy General beside him was sent flying, man and horse alike blasted into mid-air!