The beginning of the all-out war was initiated by the common conspiracy of the Japanese and Southern and Northern Dynasties, which united for the first time under the pressure of the Ming Dynasty.
By the end of the war, it was still in the hands of tens of thousands of Ming troops sharpening their swords.
The Japanese would rather be broken jade than complete tiles.
However, when the Ming army moved the new artillery installed on naval warships from the sea to land, everything was shattered under the ruthless roar of the artillery.
The initial form of war is a struggle between people.
Later, it became a comprehensive struggle. In addition to people, newer and more powerful ordnance has gradually become a decisive factor on the battlefield.
Today's Ming Dynasty has not yet mastered the real war harvesting machine.
But newly cast alloy barrels are beginning to be used, which can withstand more frequent shots. Artillery shells have greater lethality and a longer range.
Perhaps, the remnants of the Qianyuan Dynasty outside the Nine Borders Fortress can rely on their innate riding skills to use high-speed maneuvers to avoid the Ming army's artillery attacks.
But the Japanese cannot.
The setting sun is shining in the west, and the orange-yellow sunset on the horizon reveals a coquettish scarlet color today.
Lines of black smoke rose from the ground, floated into the air and dispersed into the clouds and smoke with the wind.
The mountains and forests in the distance were on fire. The flames were pushed by the wind and continued to penetrate deep into the mountains. In the air, there was the roar of trees under the raging fire, and the mountains seemed to be burned apart.
Several bloody low horses ran out of the fire-stained forest, neighing, blood spilled all the way, and the horses' bodies were torn.
The Japanese horse ran for a distance in the wilderness outside the mountain forest, and finally fell to the ground whining.
On the undulating ground on the side, there is gurgling water. Only when you get closer will you find that the bright red blood is flowing.
The sunset was sprinkled on the blood, reflecting the flag planted diagonally on the ground.
The flag is broken and moves with the wind, but it looks weak and weak, like a person who is getting older and has reached the end of his life.
The whine of the Japanese horse gradually became quieter, the distant mountain fire only cast light over it, and the wind in the sky became quiet.
However, in the wilderness covered with countless blood streams, deep sounds could be heard from time to time, including the remaining sounds of swords and the painful groans of humans.
Niu Dafu belonged to the Eastern Expedition Army. He was the chief flag officer of the 400th household of the 3000th household of the infantry front camp. He had five small flag officers and fifty soldiers under his command.
As the leader of a total of fifty-five people, Niu Dafu only needs to be responsible to his immediate boss Baihu and accept the orders issued by Baihu.
Now, the military order Niu Dafu received was to lead his men all the way to the edge of the battlefield.
"What if there are Japanese who are not dead yet?"
"Our army is short of rations and has not yet arrived. You should prioritize the survival of the entire army."
This was the conversation between Niu Dafu and Baihu not long ago.
Baihu is new to the post, and I heard he is a martial arts student who came out of the martial arts hall.
Niu Dafu didn't know what Baihu's name was, but he only knew that everyone in Baihu called him Chang Baihu.
Chang Baihu was very young and had a lot of ink in his stomach, which gave Niu Dafu a headache.
What does it mean that our army is short of rations and must prioritize the survival of the entire army?
Obviously, the military rations were transported ashore ship by ship along with the Eastern Expedition army.
But since Chang Baihu said that the army's food supply was insufficient, it probably meant that there was no food left in the army to take in those Japanese who were not completely dead.
Since they are not dead, letting them die will solve the problem.
"puff……"
Niu Dafu's face was indifferent, and the spear in his hand reached forward and penetrated into the chest of the Japanese man who had just been lying on the ground and moved, and there was a sound in his chest.
The gun head, which had been stained red for a long time, was pulled out from the Japanese man's chest, and bright red and dark blood gushes out like spring water.
A soldier who was following Niu Dafu immediately stepped forward with a knife, cut off the left ear of the Japanese man, and put it into a bloody cloth bag.
The Ming Dynasty resumed the method of military merit and merit, and after accumulating military merit to advance to the Jin Dynasty, there must be evidence.
Although the method of beheading is heroic, it is too cruel nowadays, and the most important thing is that it is inconvenient.
It is convenient to cut off the ears and bag them, and it is also difficult to get confused.
The soldier installed another ear for the flag officer, silently calculating in his mind whether the heavy bag would be enough for the flag officer to be promoted to the official of one hundred households.
Niu Dafu never thought about this, but thought about how much merit he would have to make to get a chance to enter the martial arts hall.
There is a gap here in vision and structure.
But there was a sudden noise from the right side.
"Little Huzi, be careful!"
"These damn Japanese are like ghosts riding horses."
A small flag officer roared angrily, and the originally flat ground suddenly stirred up a burst of dust. Three dust-covered Japanese rushed out with knives. The Japanese knives had already pierced the chest of the Ming soldier named Huzi.
"Grenade!"
"Grenade!"
The little flag officer roared angrily, watching helplessly as Xiao Huzi fell down with a smile on his face after receiving first-level military merit a moment ago.
In fact, the official name of grenades in the Ming army was hand grenades.
Several kinds of iron lumps of different sizes are ignited with medicinal ropes and thrown into the enemy group. The iron lumps explode and fragments kill the enemies.
It's just that the hand-thrown mines produced by the supervisors are still good and bad sometimes. Sometimes they can explode and sometimes they are just dumb bombs. They just smoke and have no effect.
As the flag officer roared, several soldiers around him lit three hand-throwing mines one after another and threw them at the feet of the three Japanese who were drawing swords.
Peng!
Peng!
There were two explosions in succession, with a one-third failure rate, but they still knocked the three Japanese out of the air.
Countless pieces of iron spattered and pierced into the Japanese's bodies.
There was a trace of sadness in Niu Dafu's eyes. That little tiger was also a soldier under his command, and a descendant from the same village as him.
There was no time to think about how to talk to Xiao Huzi's elders about this matter.
Niu Dafu's eyes showed murderous intent: "Follow up! All the Japanese on the ground need to finish up, and stab them all!"
"Follow the order!"
The soldiers scattered around responded in unison.
Niu Dafu was still a little worried in his heart, and continued to shout: "Form a team, no one is allowed to advance alone. Shield in front, gun in back, knife on both sides. Military merit will be divided equally, don't be greedy for credit!"
"Follow the order!"
There are little tigers who are killed unexpectedly by those who are like ghosts. No one wants to have an accident when cleaning the battlefield after the war. Military achievements are everywhere, and there is no need to change the father of the wife and children at home.
The entire flag team once again advanced more cautiously, searching for surviving Japanese soldiers on the battlefield for last-ditch blows.
Finally, when Niu Dafu's team reached the edge of the battlefield and there were no more Japanese soldiers in sight, a cannon was fired high into the sky by Niu Dafu.
The fire exploded high in the sky, making a huge roar.
And throughout the wilderness, cannons began to explode in the air, sending messages back to the Chinese army.
The highest point above and below the city wall that was completely in ruins was cleared.
Yoshinoderama's body was covered in blood, and his body was trembling with shivers as the sound came from the sky.
It seems that every sound of the cannon is ringing the death knell for the entire Japanese country to be subjugated and extinct.
Not far away, at the torn place under the city that had turned into ruins, the family general had been lying dead for a long time, and the blood had long flowed clean. Only the fallen robes were left, gently swaying with the wind filled with the smell of blood.
"Terama-kun."
A gentle call made Yoshinoderama's whole body tremble with fear.
He fell to the ground heavily.
Li Jinglong held the scabbard in one hand and held the helmet under his arm. He stepped forward lightly, put his other hand on his knees, and slowly squatted down. His face was calm, but there was a chuckle in his eyes when he came to Yoshinoderama.
"Terama-san, how's your appetite today? I have a Ming Dynasty celebration wine on top of the killing array outside the city. I wonder if I can reward you with a favor?"
vomit!
Yoshinoderama suddenly began to retching, and he tried his best to cover his mouth.
Yoshinoderama's heart was filled with endless annoyance as to why he did not die in front of the battle, but was captured alive by the Ming army.
Li Jinglong had a look of disappointment on his face and patted Yoshino Terama on the shoulder: "Tera Ma-kun, we have been friends for many years. You don't have to be like this at this time. Just raise your head."
Yoshinoderama hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly raised his head.
What caught his eye was Li Jinglong's smiling face that would only appear in the land of romance, a look that Yoshinoderama was familiar with.
An embarrassed smile appeared on Yoshinoderama's face: "General... Lord... you..."
"Terama-kun, you and I don't need to say anything!" Li Jinglong categorically interrupted Yoshino Terama's words, and said solemnly: "Terama-kun, we have been friends for so many years. No matter what happens to Japan in the future, as long as you need it, I will We can ensure that your needs are met within the scope of capabilities and responsibilities.”
Tie Xuan, who was collecting military achievements from each battalion, suddenly looked over and looked at Li Jinglong who had made the promise, but a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Yoshinoderama let out a long sigh: "The Japanese country is gone... I'm afraid there will never be another one from now on..."
Li Jinglong nodded: "Terama-san is right. That is to say, today, five thousand Ming troops will arrive in Kyoto City. I think there will be no survivors in Kyoto City today. As for the Ashikaga family of the Northern Dynasty? The main force of the navy is actually going there. Yes, the news of the city's destruction will probably be sent back in the next two days. In this way, the Japanese country is really gone."
"Why is it so..." Yoshinoderama muttered in a low voice: "Whatever the Ming Dynasty wants, as long as it issues a decree, how dare the Japanese people disobey it?"
Li Jinglong shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, Sir Ma, you are wrong. You have forgotten that there is an old saying in the Ming Dynasty, which is that people who are not of my race must have different minds. The Japanese are not people of the Ming Dynasty. Since the early Tang Dynasty, you have sent envoys Study in the Central Plains.
When did you start harassing our coastal areas in the Central Plains?
Let me think about it... hmm! It probably started in the Song Dynasty. Even in the Yuan Dynasty, didn't you almost have a war with the Yuan Dynasty?
You are just a lonely ghost, a lone wolf wandering outside the East China Sea of the Ming Dynasty. As long as there is chaos in the Central Plains, you will definitely pounce on it and take a bite. "
Yoshinoderama was speechless.
The Central Plains people have a very terrible behavior and habit, that is, they always record what has happened in a clear and logical manner, and call it historical records.
With these things, the people of the Central Plains can stand up again after the turmoil and rediscover their past inheritance instead of being replaced by foreign things.
It is precisely because of these things that the people of the Central Plains always have the confidence to say that a gentleman's revenge can be repaid in ten lifetimes, because they know who their enemies are and they have passed it down.
"The Ming Dynasty is too big and too rich."
"That shouldn't be something you can covet!" Li Jinglong shouted coldly, and then said: "Sima Jun, being the king's pioneer can save your life."
Yoshinoderama understood this sentence.
But he shook his head: "How will the Ming Dynasty deal with the Japanese country?"
Li Jinglong's face straightened: "There will be no more Japanese countries from now on, and historians will erase them."
This is the will of the emperor's grandson, a core policy determined by the cabinet, to erase all traces of the existence of the Japanese country and completely cut off the existence of civilization.
Yoshinoderama's heart was filled with sadness, like a dog mourning a bereaved family: "Where are those Japanese people?"
This was the only thought left in his mind.
Li Jinglong chuckled softly: "There is no longer a Japanese country, so where can the Japanese come from?"
After finishing speaking, Li Jinglong gently patted Yoshinoderama's shoulder and stood up slowly.
Yoshinoderama was completely disheartened.
He was familiar with these Ming people and knew their way of speaking.
What Li Jinglong means is that without the Japanese country, those Japanese people can no longer be called Japanese people, and there will be no Japanese people.
But those Japanese people will really die along with the Japanese country.
"make."
Li Jinglong stood up and stood on the ruins, looking at the army that had already begun to regroup outside the city.
An order was given, and the orders were issued one after another, and finally turned into a torrent of sound.
Tie Xuan stopped the military commanders and scribes from coming forward, stood up and walked to Li Jinglong's side.
Li Jinglong looked at the army outside the city and said in a deep voice: "Today, the Ming Dynasty destroyed a country, and you all are the heroes of the destruction!"
"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"
The army roared in response to the general's words of annihilation.
Li Jinglong's sharp edge showed: "Today, the Ming Dynasty eliminates the name of the Japanese country! The Eastern Expedition Army is ordered to chisel boundary monuments, write the Yingzhou Road of the Ming Dynasty, and set them up in all directions to promote the power of the Ming Dynasty and tell the story of the great military exploits of our army!"
"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"
Li Jinglong finally said: "I'm sending orders to the three armies. I will temporarily give wine and meat to the three armies on behalf of the imperial court. The Chinese army's personal guard camp will be on guard tonight."
Meat and wine seem to be far more powerful than anything else in boosting morale at this time.
On the entire battlefield, the mountain's voice completely agitated.
"Long live my emperor!"
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
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A small island far away from the East China Sea.
No matter how big the battlefield, no matter how much bloodshed, they can't reach the Ming Dynasty across the sea, let alone the increasingly prosperous Yingtian City.
On Longwan Pier, sails are hung every day and the trestles are crowded.
The open spaces on both sides of the pier have been continuously opened up as parking areas, but they can never accommodate the massive amount of goods.
There are more and more merchants with red hair, white hair and blond hair.
Even behind the Waijinchuan Gate, residential areas dominated by foreign businessmen began to appear.
Zou Xueyu, the prefect of Yingtian who was not digging trenches outside Shangyuan Gate today, appeared at Longwan Pier outside Waijinchuan Gate with his government officials.
Looking at the dock where there are crowds of people and mountains of goods.
Zou Xueyu frowned slightly and looked at the messy Longwan Wharf: "This needs rectification and major changes. Officials, businessmen and people are all mixed together, and there are even military horses coming and going. With such a mix, wouldn't it miss the important events of the court?"
"Give it!"
"Give me all!"
"Emergency military report!"
"Give me all!"
In the distance, several officers and soldiers rushed down from a warship that had just stopped next to the dock pier, shouting loudly on the crowded dock.
Zou Xueyu’s brows furrowed even more tightly: “Look, you guys, this won’t work!”
Suddenly, Zou Xueyu opened his mouth and looked at the officers and soldiers walking among the crowd.
"Where did this military report come from?"
Zou Xueyu turned to look at the officials accompanying the government office.
One person stood on his feet and looked at the docked warship carefully, and said doubtfully: "Back to the magistrate, I think... it should be the military report from the Eastern Expedition Army..."
Zou Xueyu's hands trembled, and he had no intention of continuing to inspect Longwan Wharf. He turned around immediately: "Let's go! Go back to the city! Call everyone from the first government and two counties to the Yamen. I'm afraid there will be a lot of noise in Yingtian City today!"
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