Chapter 142 I am not a hero

Bong Hai, as strong as a bear, stood on the deck with a sledgehammer on his shoulders.

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

The man stares straight ahead. The outline of the hometown is getting closer and closer, and the long and wide coastline is gradually becoming clear. Behind it is a large dense forest, and behind it is the light green salt pond area.

Tonghai looked behind him.

He took a total of three ships and two hundred and seventy-five warriors.

Among the people traveling together, some, like myself, are ordinary citizens persecuted by slave traders; some are slaves who are willing to fight after being liberated;

Now everyone stands together and launches the final charge.

"Bros."

Tonghai's voice was deep and deep: "You all know that I have a grudge against slave traders. My wife, Maihaya, a hard-working and honest island woman, was captured by slave traders in my coppersmith shop and forced Marked as a slave."

"I came back from the sea and found that **** businessman. He told me that Mahaya had been sold to someone else, and I don't know where it is."

"He gave me a sum of money and said, let me choose a female slave as a wife at random, saying it was just a misunderstanding."

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

"As long as these monsters with humanoid shapes are still in the city and control the city, there will be new Mahaya suffering misfortune!"

"Listen to me, brothers."

The tall coppersmith roared in the wind: "Maybe one day, we will lose our bravery and strength, and we will not be able to lift our hammers and swords, and we will not be able to fight back against the enemy. There are so many of them, and thousands of slaves are gathering. Many slaves are being captured by them and stand in front of us."

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

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

"If the gods think this is wrong, let the gods punish me! I am willing to bear all the anger that the gods send down! I will be the first to die before you."

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

"Kill them!"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted.

Three galleys broke into the unbuilt dock.

The slaves who were carrying wood and stone saw the pirates attacking, and they were so frightened that they reported it.

The slave trader in the back yelled: "You bastard, why are you running! Take up your arms and go quickly, you bunch of brainless pigs."

"If anyone can cut off the head of the pirate head in front, I will set him free!"

Some of the slaves stopped and hurried to the back to pick up their spears and shields.

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

He swung his hammer and smashed a rushing slave into the air, and shouted at the slaves in front: "You don't need to fight!"

"We came only to free the slaves!"

"We are the Northern Temple Army!"

"You are free!"

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

The slaves cringed visibly.

They were still wielding their weapons, and they looked like they were fighting, but they were all defeated at one touch, and took the opportunity to scatter and flee. Only a few slaves and elite guards hired by merchants were left to fight against the people led by Tonghai.

Facing the menacing Northern Temple Army, the merchants fighting on their own didn't really want to fight to the death. Seeing that the situation was not good, they mounted their horses one by one and retreated quickly.

The cowardice and timidity of the enemy made Tonghai even more angry.

It is such a group of people who can do evil in Yancheng!

"Brothers, come with me, enter Yancheng, and kill the slave merchants!"

Tonghai shouted loudly.

Several slaves dared to run up to him. They led the camels and horses and handed over the reins.

The slaves stammered and gestured together.

"Ride... ride..."

"quick"

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

"Follow the boss!"

"rush!"

"Rush into town!"

"Kill the slave merchant!"

The northern temple army won the first battle, and their morale was high.

They ran all the way and soon came to the outside of Yancheng.

The city walls are neither strong nor tall. Most of them were built dozens or even hundreds of years ago, but they have been in disrepair for a long time and have become dilapidated. There are many slaves holding spears guarding under the city wall, about a hundred of them.

As soon as the Temple Army arrived, the slaves immediately got together nervously. They raised their shields and pointed their spears outward, forming a simple defensive formation of hedgehogs, not at all ready to fight.

Tonghai laughed loudly: "Blow the trumpet. Let the brothers in the city move too!"

The Temple Army soldiers behind took out their horns one by one, and the low and desolate horns sounded one after another.

The city also sounded the answering horn.

Then a fire was lit inside the city gate, and the fire quickly became extremely large, spreading all the way on the city wall.

The slave soldiers blocking the door scattered in fright, and the formation collapsed immediately, and soon turned into an uncontrollable rout under the bows and spears of the Temple Army.

Tonghai galloped on horseback, rushed into the city with a sledgehammer, and smashed the head of a fleeing slave trader head-on.

The Temple Army behind them charged.

Yancheng became chaotic, shouting and killing one after another. Rebelling slaves, artisans, and farmers started setting fires everywhere, giving the slave traders the sense that the enemy was everywhere.

By the time Tonghai arrived at the parliament hall, it was already empty.

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

Faced with several sea attacks by the Temple Army, the city council of Yancheng reacted so slowly. They neither strengthened the city walls, nor trained and rectified the soldiers, but only knew how to pile 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 of one mind."

"For slave merchants, keeping slaves and property as much as possible is the most important thing. For things with high profits, merchants are very united, and sometimes they don't have to die."

"In order to seize the city and make the slave trade legal, they have been planning for many years, and getting rid of me as the mayor is just one part of it."

"They will not pay property to defend the city. This will not benefit them, but will make them weak and become the prey of other merchants."

"For merchants, other merchants are the most terrible natural enemies. So they will save their strength and property, and leave quickly..."

For this day, Shangli has arranged for more than ten years.

Create sea threats and recruit slaves with fighting spirit and desire to fight. Block the coast, try to destroy ports and docks, seek foreign aid, create various contradictions within the city, find and cultivate internal responses...

Every step is methodical, like repeatedly forging the iron embryo, until finally it becomes a sharp and flexible iron sword.

Shangli is like a patient hunter, step by step forcing the prey into the dead corner he expected, and then pulling the rope to let them fall into the trap while escaping.

"I can't die."

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

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

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

Bronze Sea didn't have any joy.

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

Tonghai had many of the same dreams.

In the dream, he was wielding a hammer in the coppersmith's shop, smashing copper embryos and copper skins into various shapes, making them into copper pots and pots, and making copper helmets and armor.

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

Tonghai was sweating profusely, panting heavily.

Mahaya wiped his sweat with a towel and handed him sweet cold water.

She will sing him the folk songs of the island, telling him how the colorful birds dance on the island, and how the fish in the sea jump out of the water.

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

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

Every time Tonghai comes here, he wakes up laughing, and then stares blankly in the dark.

Now, Copper Sea stands in the center of the parliament.

No one around.

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

A tall blue figure came over.

Tonghai knew him.

Yangeer, commander of Yancheng. He is an unfathomable and extraordinary warrior with unimaginable power, and he has lived for hundreds of years.

"Are you here to kill me?" Tong Hai 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, maybe you need a drink. Warrior, you look sad."

Tonghai took the jug and drank it down in one gulp.

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