Chapter 142 I'm Not a Hero

Bronze Sea, who was as strong as a bear, carried a sledgehammer on his shoulder and stood on the deck with his head held high.

The oncoming sea breeze brushed through the gaps in the bronze armor, making a faint whimper.

The man stared ahead. The outline of his hometown was getting closer and closer, and the long and wide coastline gradually became clear. Behind it was a large area of ​​dense forests, and further behind was the light green salt pond area.

Tonghai looked behind him.

He brought a total of three ships and 275 warriors.

Among the people traveling with him, some were ordinary citizens persecuted by slave traders like himself; some were slaves who were willing to fight after being liberated; and some were farmers, craftsmen, and adventurers who wanted to overthrow slave traders.

Now everyone stood together and launched the final charge.

"Brothers."

Tonghai said in a deep voice: "You all know that I have a grudge against slave traders. My wife, Maihaya, a hardworking and honest island woman, was captured by slave traders in my coppersmith shop and forcibly branded with a slave mark by them."

"I came back from the sea and found that damned merchant. He told me that Maihaya had been sold to other people and I didn't know where she was."

"He gave me a sum of money and told me to choose a female slave as my wife, saying that it was just a misunderstanding."

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

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

"Brothers, listen to me."

Gao The big coppersmith roared into the wind: "Maybe one day, we will lose our courage and strength, and we will not be able to lift hammers and swords, and we will not be able to fight back against the enemy. They are so numerous, thousands of slaves are gathering, and more slaves are being captured by them, blocking us."

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

"Today, we fight bloody battles! For everyone, all slaves, all husbands and wives, 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 of the gods! I will be the first to die before you."

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

"Kill them!"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted.

Three galleys broke into the unfinished dock.

The slaves who were carrying wood and stones saw the pirates coming, and they were so scared that they ran to report.

The slave traders behind him yelled, "What the hell are you running for! Pick up your weapons, hurry up, you brainless pigs."

"Whoever can chop off the head of the pirate leader in front, I will give him freedom!"

Some slaves stopped and hurriedly ran to the back to pick up spears and shields.

Tonghai, wearing bronze armor and dragging a sledgehammer on the ground, led the way.

He swung the hammer and smashed a slave who rushed over, and yelled to the slaves in front, "You don't have to fight!"

"We come only to liberate slaves!"

"We are the Northern Temple Army!"

"You are free!"

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

The slaves visibly shrank back.

They still waved their weapons and looked like they were fighting, but they were defeated at a touch and fled in all directions when they took the opportunity. Only a few slaves and the elite guards hired by the merchants were left to fight with the people led by Tonghai.

Facing the aggressive Northern Temple Army, the merchants who fought on their own did not really want to fight to the death. Seeing that the situation was not good, they also rode on their horses and retreated quickly.

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

Such a group of people could do evil in Yancheng!

"Brothers, follow me, enter Yancheng, and kill the slave traders!"

Tonghai shouted loudly.

Several slaves bravely ran to him. They led camels and horses and handed over the reins.

The slaves stammered and gestured.

"Ride... ride..."

"Quick..."

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

"Follow the leader!"

"Charge!"

"Charge into the city!"

"Kill the slave traders!"

The Northern Temple Army won the first battle, and the morale was high.

They rushed all the way and soon arrived outside Yancheng.

The city walls were neither strong nor tall. Most of them were built dozens or even hundreds of years ago. Now they have fallen into disrepair and become dilapidated. There were many slaves holding spears guarding the city wall, about a hundred of them.

As soon as the Temple Army arrived, the slaves immediately gathered together nervously. They raised their shields and pointed their spears outward, forming a simple hedgehog defense formation, without any intention of coming out to fight.

Tonghai laughed: "Blow the horn. Let the brothers in the city move!"

The Temple Army soldiers behind him took out their horns one by one, and the low and desolate horn sounds came one after another.

The city also sounded the horn in response.

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

The slave soldiers blocking the door were scared and scattered everywhere, and the formation suddenly collapsed. Under the bows and spears of the Temple Army, they quickly turned into an uncontrollable rout.

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

The Temple Army behind him followed suit.

Yancheng became chaotic, and shouts of killing continued one after another. The rebellious slaves, craftsmen, and farmers began to light fires everywhere, making the slave traders feel that enemies were everywhere.

When Tong Hai rushed to the parliament hall, the place was already deserted.

He couldn't believe the emptiness and weakness of the city.

In the face of several sea attacks by the Temple Army, the citizens' assembly in Yancheng reacted so slowly. They neither strengthened the city walls nor trained and rectified the soldiers. They only piled 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 lot of people, but the slave traders are not of the same mind."

"For slave traders, the most important thing is to keep slaves and property as much as possible. Businessmen are very united when it comes to matters with high profits, and sometimes they even risk their lives."

"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 sacrifice their property to defend the city. This will not benefit them, but will make them weak and become prey for other merchants."

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

Shang Li has been planning for this day for more than ten years.

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

Every step is methodical, like forging an iron embryo over and over again until it finally becomes a sharp and flexible iron sword.

Shang Li is like a patient hunter, forcing his prey step by step into the blind 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 get back on track."

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

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

There is no joy in the Copper Sea.

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

Tonghai has had many similar dreams.

In the dream, he was wielding a hammer in the coppersmith's shop, smashing copper embryos and sheets into various shapes, making copper pots and pots, and forging bronze helmets and armors.

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

Tonghai was sweating profusely and beating hard, breathing heavily.

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

She would sing him folk songs from the island, telling him how the colorful birds danced on the island and how the fish jumped out of the water.

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

He will be smarter than you, more beautiful than me, and he will travel to every island with the blessings of the gods. Then he would come home and tell us stories along the way...

Every time Tonghai comes here, he wakes up laughing and then falls into a daze in the darkness.

…

Now, Coppersea stands in the center of the council.

There was no one around.

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

A tall blue figure walked over.

Tonghai knew him.

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

"Are you here to kill me?" Tonghai clenched the hammer in his hand.

Yangel shook his head.

The other party was silent for a moment and handed him a clay pot.

"I just thought maybe you needed a drink. Warrior, you look sad."

Tonghai took the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp.

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