"Thump, thump, thump!"
The three huge pigs rolled and leaped back and forth, forming the character "品", facing the crowd and squealing. Their terrifying momentum shook the human tide enough to open up a gap.
The soldiers filled the opening with chevaux-de-frise, further driving the crowd back, taking advantage of the moment to push in and cut the mass apart.
The originally surging, noisy crowd, shocked by the scene, quieted for a short while, though the crying and wailing continued. Some even lost all restraint, cursing Dashun's tyrant.
Hearing this, the soldiers flew into a rage, whipping down with their horsewhips. A martial master's strength is immense—he didn't take the man's head off, and that already counted as holding back. The shouter's face instantly split open, flesh torn, blood pouring.
The smell of blood spurred people on; a few actually had their eyes turn scarlet, brandishing hoes as they charged forward, utterly fearless of death.
So much for fanatics.
