Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 141 Useless Resistance

In this windswept seaport, eight or nine hundred villagers were already on full alert. They were densely packed, clutching a variety of weapons: rusted hoes, sickles with bent blades, and razor-sharp harpoons. Each weapon carried the weight of their resolve to defend their homeland.

Leading the group was the village chief, Feng Hao, a man in his sixties or seventies. Time had carved deep wrinkles into his face, and his hair was as white as frost, but his back remained straight, like a pine tree that has weathered storms yet remains unbending. He leaned on a peachwood cane, the tip of which was smooth and shiny from years of use.

The eyes of the village chief Fenghao were firm and calm, without the slightest fear or retreat. The villagers behind him, though weary and ragged, blazed with unyielding fire in their eyes, their morale so high it seemed they could break through the oppressive sky.

Even though everyone knew that using their strength to fight against these ferocious pirates was like hitting a rock with an egg, no one was willing to bow their head, and no one wanted to retreat.

At this solemn moment, the pirates' massive ship, like a ferocious beast, slowly came to a halt. At the bow, the pirate leader, Big Bear, leaped overboard. Tall and muscular, he resembled a moving mountain. His face trembled with his movements, and his large, copper-bell-like eyes shone with ferocity and brutality.

"Ants, are you still going to resist?" Big Bear's voice was as loud as a bell, full of disdain and ridicule. He folded his hands over his chest, and his strong arms seemed able to easily break a large tree.

As he finished speaking, the rest of the pirates jumped off the ship. They were all strong and sturdy, with evil smiles on their faces, which were full of contempt for the villagers and excitement for the upcoming slaughter.

The villagers' eyes became more determined, and they gripped their weapons tightly, their joints turning white from the force.

The scenes of the first three pirate attacks were still vivid in their minds. Each time, the villagers fought with all their might, but each time they had to endure the pain of failure. But this time, they still took up arms without hesitation, ready to fight against fate again.

The village chief of Fenghao, leaning on his cane, walked forward steadily, step by step. Although his pace was slow, each step was filled with incomparable determination.

"You bunch of evildoers, Xihuang Island is our home. As long as we are still alive, we will never allow you to trample on it wantonly!" Although the voice of Fenghao Village Chief was hoarse, it was full of indomitable strength.

However, his words were met with only more outrageous ridicule from the pirates.

"Haha, old man, you country bumpkins who can't even tie a chicken dare to speak so arrogantly?" A pirate grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You really don't know how to live or die. Maybe if you surrender, you can die more quickly!" Another pirate waved the scimitar in his hand, and the blade flashed with a cold light under the dark sky.

Village chief Fenghao's expression remained calm, and he looked directly at Big Bear with neither arrogance nor servility.

The pirates' patience finally ran out. Big Bear waved his hand impatiently and roared, "Don't bother with them. Kill them!"

Following his command, all the pirates rushed forward like vicious wolves.

In an instant, eight or nine hundred villagers were engaged in a melee with more than a hundred pirates.

The battle broke out instantly at Haikou, Xihuang Island, and blood and chaos were intertwined into a tragic picture.

A young and energetic villager, A Qiang, wielding a battered sickle and with bloodshot eyes, charged at a pirate like an enraged bull. He shouted, "For Xihuang Island!" The pirate, seeing this, looked disdainful. He dodged A Qiang's lunge with a sideways motion and then, with a backhanded blow, slashed a long gash across A Qiang's shoulder. Blood gushed out, but A Qiang, seemingly fueled by the pain, raised his sickle again, ignoring the wound and striking the pirate in the head.

Not far away, Da Zhuang, a simple and honest villager, shouldering a heavy hoe, was engaged in a fierce confrontation with two pirates. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and veins popped in his sturdy arms from the exertion. One of the pirates seized the opportunity to strike his leg with a knife, and Da Zhuang stumbled, nearly falling. But he quickly regained his footing, roared, and smashed his hoe into the pirate's back. With a thud, the pirate was sent tumbling forward.

Guihua, usually gentle and quiet, now charged recklessly into battle, harpoon in hand. Her eyes were filled with determination as she aimed a spear at a pirate's chest. The pirate dodged, grabbed Guihua's harpoon, and swung it hard, sending her flying several meters, landing heavily on the ground. She ignored the pain, scrambling to her feet and charging at the enemy once more.

An old man named Ah Fu, despite his advanced age and slow movements, joined the fray without flinching. He tremblingly raised a wooden stick and struck a pirate. The pirate sneered and kicked the stick away, sending Ah Fu stumbling and falling to the ground. A young villager named Ah Yong, watching this, was enraged and rushed over to engage the pirate in a fight.

At the center of the battlefield, a group of villagers leaned on each other, forming a tight circle, collectively resisting the onslaught of several pirates. Their breathing was rapid, but their eyes remained resolute. "Hold on!" one of the villagers shouted. They waved their farm tools, trying to stop the pirates' attack. A pirate suddenly broke through the defenses and entered the circle, sending the villagers into a moment of panic. But they quickly regrouped, surrounding the pirate and hammering him with hoes, sickles, and clubs.

The children hid behind a huge rock in the distance, their hands tightly covering their mouths, their eyes filled with fear and worry. They watched their loved ones fighting on the battlefield and prayed silently in their hearts.

The pirate leader, Big Bear, was like a demonic deity, wielding his massive machete. Villagers fell wherever he struck. Each of his attacks was accompanied by a whirring sound, the force of which was astonishing. A brave villager attempted to attack him from behind, but he spotted him and struck back, sending the villager screaming and falling in a pool of blood.

The villagers' clothes were stained red with blood, and their wounds continued to mount, but their fighting spirit remained undimmed. They blocked the pirates' attacks with their bodies and responded to the enemy's jeers with roars. Each attack was embodied in their love for their homeland and hatred for their enemies. Even if the odds were stacked against them, they would never give up.

Originally, according to the plan, the elderly, women and children should seek refuge, but some women and the elderly insisted on staying. Their eyes were determined, because this was their beloved home. Even if their strength was limited, they would fight alongside the young villagers.