God Simulator

Chapter 142 I’m not a hero

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

The oncoming sea breeze brushed through the gaps in the bronze armor, whimpering softly.

The man stared straight ahead. The outline of my hometown is getting closer and closer, the long and wide coastline gradually becomes clear, followed by a large dense forest, and beyond that is the light green salt pond area.

Tonghai looked behind him.

He brought with him a total of three ships and two hundred and seventy-five warriors.

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

Now everyone stands together and launches the final charge.

"Bros."

Tonghai said with a rich voice: "You all know that I have a grudge against the slave traders. My wife Maihaya, a hard-working and honest island woman, was captured by the slave traders in my coppersmith shop and was forcibly raped by them. Marked as a slave."

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

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

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

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

"Brothers, listen to me."

The tall coppersmith roared into the wind: "Perhaps one day we will lose our bravery 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. There are so many of them, thousands of slaves are gathering, and even more Many slaves are being captured by them and blocking our way."

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

"Today we fight with 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 wrath of the gods! I will be the first to die in front of you."

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

"Kill them!"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted.

Three galleys broke into the unfinished dock.

When the slaves who were carrying wood and stones saw the pirates attacking, they were so frightened that they ran away to report the pirates.

The slave merchant at the back yelled: "You bastard, why are you running! Pick up your weapons and go quickly, you bunch of brainless pigs."

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

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

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

He swung his hammer and smashed away a slave who was rushing towards him, and shouted to the slaves in front: "You don't have to fight!"

"We are here only to free the slaves!"

"We are the Northern Temple Army!"

"You are free!"

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

The slaves shrank visibly.

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

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

The enemy's cowardice and cowardice made Tonghai even more angry.

Such a group of people can actually do evil in Yancheng!

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

Copper Sea shouted loudly.

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

The slaves stammered and gestured.

"Ride... ride..."

"quick……"

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

"Follow the leader and charge!"

"rush!"

"Come into the city!"

"Kill the slave traders!"

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

They rushed all the way and soon arrived outside Yancheng.

The city walls are neither strong nor tall. Most of them were built dozens or even hundreds of years ago and are now in 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 thrust their spears outwards, forming a simple hedgehog defensive formation without any intention of coming out to fight.

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

The temple army soldiers behind took out horns one by one, and the low and desolate horns sounded one after another.

A response trumpet sounded in the city.

Then someone lit a fire inside the city gate, and the fire quickly became huge and spread all the way up the city wall.

The slave soldiers blocking the door scattered in fright, and their formation immediately collapsed. Under the bows and spears of the temple army, it 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 an escaped slave trader into pieces.

The temple troops behind them charged one after another.

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, keeping slaves and property as much as possible is the most important thing. 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 the 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 about the journey...

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."