Here's my attempt to translate mattmax00's fanfic.
It was still before daybreak. A few fishing boats were seen approaching the shore. Some of them were already close to the beach. The joking of the fishermen could be heard while they clean the nets of seaweed. Several children ran towards the boats to help their fathers to unload the fish they caught that night. Life in that fishing village appears peaceful and harmonious. However, men cannot foretell the events that are about to occur.
Suddenly, the peaceful and light-hearted atmosphere was interrupted by the thunderous sound of horses galloping towards the village. The fishermen, assisted by their children, hurriedly pulled their boats to higher ground and immediately ran towards the village filled with curiosity. Arriving at the village, they saw twenty horsemen waiting in the middle of the village.
Seeing that the fishermen have gathered, one of the riders with a large physique dismounted from his horse and asked in a loud voice, “Where is the leader of this village?” The fishermen became quite displeased by the rider’s attitude. One of them walked up and asked, “What brought you to this village, my friend?”
Before the rider answered, a voice barked from the direction of the horsemen. “Don’t ask too much, just point out your leader!”
The fishermen became even more displeased. One of the more impetuous individuals moved to approach the person who just spoke. But before he could step forward, his arm was grasped by a middle-aged man.
He quickly glanced at the man, who then spoke in a quiet voice, “Don’t be overcome with emotion. These people are deliberately causing a commotion.”
He slowly calmed down, and replied, “Thank you for the advice, Sir.”
The man smiled and then walked up towards the group of horsemen. Before he said anything, the burly rider cut in and said, “So you’re the head of the village. It’s really fitting.” This speech was greeted with rowdy laughter from the group of horsemen.
However, the middle-aged man still behaved in a serene manner. After the laughter receded, he announced, “I’m indeed the head of this village. Welcome to our village and I apologize for our lack of hospitality in preparing for you Lords’ arrival.”
The foreigner then answered, “We are boors. We do not need your hospitality. Now, hand over what we want, which is the treasure map of the wealthy Mr. Ciu.”
“Hand it over quickly, or we will look for it ourselves!” shouted one of the other horsemen.
The fishermen were surprised. They were puzzled to hear about the treasure map. One of the fishermen asked, “What treasure map did you mean, Sir? And who is Treasurer Ciu?”
“Don’t pretend ignorance, you smelly fisherman! You think we don’t know that one of you is a descendant of the loathsome Ciu servant,” snapped one of the horsemen.
“Quickly give it to us or the fate of this village will be the same as the other fishing villages.”
The head of the village said, “We really do not know of this Treasurer Ciu’s treasure map that you mentioned, Lord. But about the other fishing villages that you Lords destroyed… we knew about it. So if you don’t believe us, we have no choice but to be discourteous to you all.”
“Fine, if that is what you want. But remember, we do not know mercy. Friends, prepare to make a raid,” said the burly rider.
He unsheathed a large machete and lifted it high. “Because you dared to challenge us, we’ll give you time to prepare your weapons. Remember, don’t try to flee cause… he he he… it’s useless,” he continued with a mocking laugh.
“The women and children, please go into the houses. Lock the doors and don’t let anyone out. Fathers now, let us defend this village and our honor till our last drop of blood,” the village head ordered while rousing the fishermen’s spirits.
“Right, we shall fight the enemies till our deaths!” thundered the fishermen’s cries. They have long realized that there is no other way except to fight the group of horsemen.
Thus the unbalanced battle proceeds. The villagers fought with all their might. But the horsemen were very skilled in martial arts. In a few moments dead bodies filled the streets, all of which were villagers. The spirits of those who survived crumbled and they started to flee. Once they turned their bodies to run, their backs are immediately racked with pain and soon feel nothing, dead.
Has the battle ended? There is still someone fighting. The village head was once a disciple at Shaolin and is fighting a great duel. He handled his staff in the Lohan Staff Style. Many times his staff collided with the machete of the burly rider who is evidently highly skilled in martial arts. While fighting, he looked around at his surroundings and saw a sight that saddened his heart. He tried to control his emotions but couldn’t. Finally, his staff movements became disorderly.
“That’s enough, just kill the village head. How much longer are you going to play with him?” said one of the horsemen.
“Hurry! We still need to raid this village!” shouted another.
The village head’s heart tripped. Apparently the enemy did not show all his skill. He was so furious that he striked his staff to the front. But the enemy moved faster and swung the saber towards his hand. The village head was surprised and tried to pull back his hand. Unfortunately his movement was too late and blood spurted from the arm stump which was chopped off by the machete. The rider did not stop there. He swung his machete forward to behead the opponent. A second later, blood gushed from the neck which is not attached to a head anymore.
After defeating the village head, he cried, “Come, let’s raid this village! When you come across people, kill immediately. Don’t waste time, cause the Boss is very angry. Accomplish this immediately!” He preceded his underlings to approach the nearest house. Braak! With a loud sound, he kicked the door of the house to smithereens. Not long after that, the sound of doors being broken alternate with the heartbreaking cries of women and children. But this is music to the horsemen’s ears.
An hour passed by without notice. All the houses have been searched, but still the treasure map can’t be found.
Finally, the leader said, “Never mind, the map isn’t here. Let’s hurry to burn the village and report to the Boss.” Five minutes later, a thick column of smoke rose to the sky and the peaceful fishing village disappeared. All that’s left are the boats that bear silent witness to the brutality of the group of horsemen.