Chapter 135 Underneath Kyoto, Yamata no Orochi (6K)

The Japanese slaves roared wildly and came to fight.

They didn't care at all about the thousands of giant red swords with hilts. In the eyes of this group of fanatical Japanese slave warriors, since they had received the blessing of God, they were invincible.

These thousands of red giant swords are obviously just a trick to fool people. They are nothing. As long as they attack with all their strength, they will definitely win the battle.

Hosokawa Mangen was the first to charge at the front. He also saw the thousands of huge red swords flying behind Zhu Xiongying. He sneered in his heart and didn't care at all.

"I've long heard that people from the Xiao Ming Dynasty were good at magic tricks. I saw them today, and it turned out to be true."

"Listen to me, if you take this person's head, I will give him a fief!"

When the reward was announced, the Japanese slaves' eyes became even more enthusiastic.

In the land of Japan, especially before the Warring States Period, social classes were extremely solidified.

The identity of the clan is fixed from the moment of birth. No matter how you are born, nothing will change much in your life. Unless you become a samurai, perform meritorious service on the battlefield, and receive a reward from a daimyo, you will naturally become a noble.

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After all, in this Japanese country, ordinary Japanese slaves don't even deserve to have a surname.

Zhu Xiongying looked indifferently at the charging warriors.

"break."

A cold word sounded indifferently on the battlefield, and instantly fell into the ears of every Japanese slave warrior.

However, before these Japanese slaves could realize what this word meant, thousands of red sword lights had already arrived, exploding into the void and making loud sounds.

Phew~!

The sword energy is fierce, like a whirlwind passing over the battlefield.

Just a moment later, in the middle of the Japanese slave warriors, an empty area spanning a hundred meters was cleared. Thousands of Japanese slave warriors were lying in a pool of blood, and countless of them had their hands and feet broken.

The bloody head was rolling on the ground.

The wails of the Japanese slave warriors instantly echoed throughout the battlefield.

All this happened so suddenly that many Japanese slave warriors didn't even react and it was over.

As the leader of the samurai group, Hosokawa Mitsurugi was stunned. He pulled the reins of his horse fiercely and looked at the scene of rivers of blood all around with a confused expression. As a guardian daimyo, he naturally charged in the center.

However, at this moment, except for him, no one could stand in the area of ​​100 meters around him. They were all lying in a pool of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield turned into a hell on earth.

Looking at the current battlefield situation, Hosokawa Mitsumoto felt as if he was dreaming and had an unreal feeling.

"Why is this happening..."

He couldn't believe that he and his warriors had been blessed by the Mother Goddess and should be invincible.

Hosokawa Mitsuru subconsciously looked at his younger brother Hosokawa Mitsuru, the guardian of the Tosa Kingdom appointed by him. At this time, his head was already rolling to the ground, and his headless body was still twitching on the ground, which was shocking.

This scene scared Hosokawa Mangen so much that he fell off his horse and fell into a pool of blood. He was in an extremely embarrassed state.

The warriors who were charging on both sides were also stunned at this time. Their enthusiasm, watered by the blood of thousands of Japanese slave warriors, gradually calmed down, and an extreme sense of fear struck their hearts.

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No matter how much they had the spirit of Bushido, they could not resist in the face of such irresistible divine power. When they looked at the aloof figure in the distance, they were all frightened and trembling.

"から retreat (withdraw)!"

Hosokawa Mangen almost subconsciously said to withdraw the troops.

However, at the next moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

Standing tall in brocade clothes, with black hair leaning against the wind, and a face as delicate as a jade carving, he is so handsome that it is breathtaking.

What caught Hosokawa Mangen's eyes was a pair of deep eyes that were as bright as stars and as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. Just after looking at each other for a moment, Hosokawa Mangen's eyes were dull and he lost consciousness.

"Izanami."

"prayer."

Zhu Xiongying retrieved part of Hosokawa Manwon's memory, which is why he deliberately spared Hosokawa Manwon's life, mainly to find out why these Japanese slave warriors were able to obtain information from 'Japanese Heaven'

strength.

After all, he had never encountered such a thing in the Ming Dynasty. The only time was when the thief God forcibly gave Zhu Laosi divine power, and the rules backfired.

'So that's how it is.'

Zhu Xiongying probably understood the logic of this.

When mortals pray, heaven will bless them.

This is in compliance with the rules.

If there is no prayer step, and Watian arbitrarily blesses these warriors, he will also be punished by the rules.

As for which god to pray to, it is actually the same. Whether it is Izanagi, Izanami, or other Amaterasu, they are actually all "Japanese gods".

Come up with a Japanese mythology system.

It would be a pity not to become a screenwriter.

From this point of view, it is obvious that Zhu Di suffered a loss.

After all, Zhu Laosi never worshiped God during the peace process. In the end, even the thief God couldn't stand it. He forcibly skipped the 'prayer' rules, and even tried to fight against the rules to backfire on Zhu Laosixiong.

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From this point of view, atheists are also a loss.

Zhu Xiongying withdrew his gaze and stopped exploring the memory of the little devil in front of him. Hosokawa Mangen regained consciousness in a moment, fear filling his eyes.

However, before he could open his mouth, a strong gust of wind passed by and directly cut his neck.

Hosokawa Mangen's eyes widened, and he covered his neck with all his strength, trying to hold back the hot blood that was pouring out, but holding it was of no use.

With a 'plop', he fell to the ground, his energy completely cut off.

Looking at Zhu Xiongying again, he had already left the battlefield.

And at this moment, the city gate opened wide, and the Ming army, which had long been prepared to harvest, rushed out and rushed towards the Japanese slave warriors who had been forced to the spot.

Even if it was a head-on fight, this group of Japanese slave warriors could not be the match of the Ming army, not to mention that the Japanese slave warriors' livers and gallbladders were trembling at this moment, it was completely a massacre without any suspense.

On the city wall, the deputy commander standing next to Ping An was completely confused as he watched the changes in the battlefield situation.

How can you still fight like this?!

Before this expedition, he had been serving as the deputy commander of Chengxuan Capital in Huguang. Because of his good relationship with Ping An, he returned to Beijing to serve as Ping An's deputy commander.

This was the first time he had seen His Majesty the Emperor show his power. He finally understood the meaning of Ping An's words just now, and finally understood the reason why the chaos in the northern border was calmed down so quickly.

"Shuai An, your Majesty is so powerful, so why do we need to fight?"

The deputy commander smiled, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Ping An glanced at the pair of hands beside him and said, "You have such a beautiful idea."

"Even if Your Majesty has divine power, it is His Majesty's divine power. Is it possible that His Majesty is allowed to show his power every time? How can Your Majesty be such a noble person, how can you take action at will? What do you want generals like you and me to do?"

The handsome man was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it was indeed the case.

"In compliance with His Majesty's imperial edict, after this conquest of the Japanese, not even a single Japanese slave warrior will be left in the Japanese country. I will kill them all."

Ping An's voice was cold and filled with murderous intent.

"yes."

Then the two of them hurriedly got off the tower and went directly to the battlefield with their swords to kill people.

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The imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty is Yingtian Mansion.

Along the Qinhuai River, the moonlight is melodious.

There was singing and dancing and the lights were brightly lit.

On the 16th floor of Jinling, there is an endless stream of seafood customers, and the woman selling seafood is even more beautiful. She wants to perform a fountain trick in front of the public to attract the customers.

After all, the sixteenth floor is crowded together, everyone has the same business, and there are only so many customers, so the competition is naturally fierce.

For both sides of the river, the imperial troops were stationed three steps to one post and five steps to one post.

We are all accustomed to these kinds of seafood sales, but when we pass the bridges along the Qinhuai River, no matter whether there is anyone on the platform or not, we will kneel down respectfully and salute to the platform, and then go to taste the seafood.

In this way, it has become an unspoken rule.

Phew~!

Zhao Liu was preparing to spend several months of his monthly salary to taste the best seafood. As soon as he walked to the door of Zuixian Tower, he suddenly felt a strong momentum coming towards him. In an instant, he could not even stand still.

Suddenly, a strong wind howled.

There were screams and splashes on the river, and many small boats swaying on the Qinhuai River capsized under the strong wind. In just a few breaths, hundreds of people fell into the water, and the cries for help kept rising.
To be continued...