174: One Two Five: Gui Qinshao’s Dead End!
174: One Two Five: Gui Qinshao’s Dead End!
Gui Qinzhong led his navy in a frenzied assault on Chaos Stone Island.
“Form up,” Suo Mu ordered.
Instantly, a hundred Suo Family samurai all stood at the forefront, erecting huge shields to protect the over a thousand salt workers behind them.
The Gui Clan Fleet drew closer and closer.
Gui Qinzhong violently drew his sword, pointing it toward Chaos Stone Island.
Suddenly, dozens of ships’ archers nocked their arrows, taking aim at the salt workers and Suo warriors on the island.
At a single command, countless deadly arrows would rain down like a storm.
The Suo warriors might hold out, but the nearly unarmed salt workers wouldn’t stand a chance, and massive casualties were inevitable.
Gui Qinshao held her breath, her beautiful eyes shining with immense excitement.
Although she had not seen Suo Lun, the thought of killing Suo Lun’s subordinates, both warriors and salt workers, could also relieve the hate gnawing at her heart.
Once they charged onto the island and slaughtered all of Suo Lun’s subordinates, there would be nowhere on the Chaotic Stone Peninsula for Suo Lun to hide, and they could easily capture him.
The thought of torturing Suo Lun to the point where he wished for death but could not die made Gui Qinshao tremble with excitement.
Dozens of ships madly pushed forward, closer and closer.
The great massacre was approaching; it was almost time to reap lives.
“Fire!” Gui Qinzhong roared, his great sword sweeping through the air.
“Whizz-whizz-whizz-whizz…”
The arrows from the Gui Clan navy flew like rain, crossing hundreds of meters of night sky.
“Thud-thud-thud-thud…” Countless arrows peppered the sand in front of the Suo warriors, landing just dozens of meters away from their defensive line.
This first volley was merely a test and show of force; they weren’t yet within shooting range.
The Gui Clan Fleet continued its rapid advance, and Gui Qinzhong once again raised his sword, shouting ferociously, “Second round, prepare!”
Instantly, a thousand more archers drew their bows, waiting for the command.
Suo Ningbing painfully closed her eyes, knowing that with this second volley, people would surely die—perhaps dozens, perhaps hundreds.
These were her people, each one vitally important, the hope for the Suo’s rise to power.
And now, with Suo Lun absent, it was her responsibility, Suo Ningbing, to protect these people.
If these salt workers and clan warriors were to be killed tonight, she truly didn’t know how she could face Suo Lun.
Hearing the sound of the Gui Clan navy readying their bows, Suo Ningbing lamented in her heart, “Oh heavens, why do you treat the Suo , why do you extinguish all our hopes?”
Then, she simply waited for the rain of arrows to come.
All the salt workers gripped their crude weapons, and while they did not retreat, they also awaited their fate with despair, waiting for the arrival of death.
“You lowly members of the Suo, your time to die has come…” Gui Qinzhong laughed boisterously.
“Whizz-whizz-whizz-whizz…”
Countless arrows streaked across the sky, their screeching noise piercing the air.
Gui Qinzhong had not yet given the command to shoot.
Moreover, these arrows were aflame, coming from behind at sea, flying like countless shooting stars.
“Young master, we’re under attack, under attack…”
“Thud-thud-thud-thud…” Countless fire arrows poured down like raindrops, all falling into the sea.
Gui Qinzhong turned to look behind him where the sea was previously shrouded in darkness, nearly invisible.
The crafty Suo Lun had, long ago, to avoid alerting the Gui Clan navy, ordered his fleet to douse all their lights and navigate through the darkness.
Despite this being a risky tactic, this area of the sea was very safe and devoid of hidden reefs.
Then, the Zhi Ting Fleet’s fire arrows were once again ignited, launching into the air like countless meteors.
By the light of the fire arrows, Gui Qinzhong could see clearly.
Nearly a kilometer behind, about a dozen massive towering ships—each one incredibly huge.
“Where did this army come from?” Gui Qinzhong’s soul nearly left his body, and he shouted toward the Zhi Ting Fleet, “I am the third son of Linhai City Lord; this is the Gui Family Clan’s maritime territory.
All forces must retreat immediately, or else face execution without mercy.”
“Whizz-whizz-whizz-whizz…”
But the response he received was a second volley of arrows, which still fell into the sea but threw the Gui Clan navy into utter panic.
Now caught between enemies on both sides, their chances of survival plummeted.
Gui Qinshao stared intently at the Building Ship Fleet in the back.
Maybe it was an illusion, or perhaps it was true, but she thought she could vaguely make out the figure of Suo Lun standing at the bow of the ship.
“Suo Lun, is that you, you scoundrel?” Gui Qinshao yelled, using her dragon power to project her voice afar.
Hearing Gui Qinshao’s voice, Suo Lun was momentarily stunned—it really was the Gui Clan navy, but he had not expected Gui Qinshao to be among them.
However, he did not respond, because if he did, his sister Suo Ningbing would be in danger.
Gui Qinshao would definitely take a desperate charge onto Chaos Stone Island, using Suo Ningbing and Ye Jingyu as hostages to force his hand.
So, she must not find out that he was there.
“Suo Lun, I know it’s you,” said Gui Qinshao.
“Full speed ahead, let’s charge onto Chaos Stone Island and capture Suo Ningbing.
Only then can we have a slim chance of survival.”
With her reminder, Gui Qinzhong suddenly came to his senses and loudly ordered, “Full speed to the island, capture Suo Ningbing.”
Then, the Gui Clan navy ceased firing arrows and frantically rowed toward the beach of Chaos Stone Island.