Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

With tens of thousands of troops approaching the city, one can imagine the panic of the Japanese in the city at this time.

Moreover, it seemed easy for the Ming army to attack the city because there were not many guards visible on the towers.

But at this time, the army did not rush to attack the city. Even if there were not many defenders, they should be more cautious, just in case there are some old men in the city, waiting for the evil people.

Moreover, he had fought several battles with the Japanese over the past few days. In Xia Yuan's opinion, Daming's three-eyed gun was too backward, but compared to the Japanese's firearms, it was much more advanced.

Yes, the Japanese also had firearms.

It's just that there are only a small number, and they are more primitive and backward. The fire guns of the Ming Dynasty are after all matchlocks. Even if another three to five hundred years pass, they will not be eliminated by the times. They can be used as salutes for weddings and weddings among the people.

, there is still room for use.

What the Japanese have in their hands is a Huomen gun.

If the fire gate gun is the original version of the firearm 1.0, then the matchlock gun is the advanced version of 2.0. It is naturally more powerful and more convenient to use. At least relatively speaking, it is more convenient than the fire door gun.

Not to mention that during this expedition to the Japanese country, they also brought countless explosive bags. These gadgets were of great use. Whenever there was a war, they lit the fuse and threw it into the crowd on the opposite side. There was a loud bang and accompanied by

The light of fire can always blow up a piece.

This thing is a simple version of a hand grenade, with iron nails and iron filings added to it to increase the lethality.

Rao is superior in terms of weapons, Rao is victorious every time, but casualties are inevitable.

There are many Japanese people who are not afraid of death. When they rush towards them with swords or other weapons raised, shouting in incomprehensible language, they will fall to the gunpoint unwillingly in the end.

Or they may be engulfed by the flames emitted by explosive packets on the way to charge, but they will still cause casualties to the Ming Dynasty soldiers.

This kind of scene has happened too many times these days. This kind of almost suicidal charge has been encountered so many times that the Ming army has a little respect for it.

These people are indeed worthy of admiration. This has nothing to do with family, country, or race. It just comes from the most primitive touch deep in the heart. But no matter how much you admire them, they should be killed anyway, and there should be no mercy at all.

This is war, and war can respect the enemy, but it must not pity the enemy.

And this is the capital of Japan. How many people are there who are so brave and fearless of death?

How much resistance will there be in the city?

Xia Yuan's expectation was not much, but as the commander-in-chief, Zhang Mao did not dare to be careless at all. While sending out scouts to find out the news, he chose a high-lying wilderness for the soldiers to camp.

After many days of marching and fighting, although a large amount of wealth was plundered and the ugliness of human nature was unleashed in the captured cities, exhaustion was inevitable.

Even Xia Yuan, who has thin skin and tender meat, has changed a lot in the dust and cold weather for many days.

In the camp, bonfires were set up one by one, and the soldiers buried pots to cook. If you ignore the groans of the wounded soldiers and the smell of blood floating in the air, this scene is very much like a large-scale picnic.

Countless soldiers sat around the bonfire, some stirring the rice porridge in the pot with spoons, and some telling the surrounding robes about their experiences during the massacre, which caused bursts of laughter from time to time.

On the cruel battlefield, cruel acts were committed again and again. This was really a test of human nature.

Fortunately, these people can still laugh when talking about this.

But the smile inside is really a smile, or is it covering up the numbness.

Maybe only they themselves know.

Xia Yuan sat by the bonfire and looked at the fire as if in a trance. There were several chickens on the bonfire, snatched from an unknown village nearby. The strands of fat made a sizzling sound under the heat of the flames.

Wang Shouren was roasting chicken with a focused expression. He was very focused on everything he did, even if he was throwing explosive packets into a crowd of people, he still looked focused.

Zhu Houzhao was also sitting next to him, drawing circles on the ground with a branch, mumbling something unknown. Xia Yuan didn't listen deliberately, but he still heard a few words from close by, and some nonsense.

Marginal, if the preface does not match the postscript.

Zhu Houzhao yearned for the battlefield and longed for war. Even now, when almost everyone is exhausted and numb, there is still light in his eyes. But after all, this guy is only a teenager.

In these days, he has seen countless killings and bloodshed, and witnessed countless hell-like scenes on earth, but he can still maintain the brilliance in his eyes, not become numb, and retain his enthusiasm for war.

It has something to do with these random thoughts from time to time. Although few people can understand what he is talking about, for him, this method can vent his emotions.

The chicken was cooked quickly and gave off the aroma of cooked meat. Wang Shouren pinched off the skin and looked at it to make sure it was cooked. Then he took off one of the chickens, looked sideways at Zhu Houzhao, and shouted softly: "Your Highness."

Zhu Houzhao stopped talking in an instant, took the roast chicken, broke off a drumstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wang Shouren took off another one and handed it to Xia Yuan, "Teacher."

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Xia Yuan was speechless. He took the roasted chicken, tore open the burnt skin with his hands, and took a bite. The chicken was sprinkled with salt and some spices. The taste was not delicious, but it was not unpalatable. He put it in his mouth.

While chewing, he suddenly said something vaguely: "When the Japanese capital is captured, let's renegotiate the battle plan."

With this sudden sentence, Zhu Houzhao chewed the chicken in his mouth three or two times, swallowed it, then looked at him, and after a while he asked: "Renegotiate?"

"Um."

Xia Yuan hummed and then continued: "I'm tired."

There is a disease in later generations called Postwar Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD for short. He is not sure what the symptoms are, but it is always related to the war.

He suspected that he was suffering from this disease. At first, he shouted impassionedly that he wanted to destroy his country and his species, but these days he witnessed scenes of massacres.

Although he had his share of nationalism and hatred for his family and country, he relied on these to comfort himself, telling himself that he deserved it, and that he was just helping his former and future compatriots to collect debts.

But these days, his mood has been very depressed, getting heavier day by day, depressed and heavy for no reason.

Longing is like the tide, growing like wild weeds. He misses home, the little water chestnuts at home, and the plants and trees of the Ming Dynasty. It may be a bit pretentious for a grown man to miss home outside, not to mention that he has a clearer understanding than anyone else.

, know what you are here for this time and for what purpose.

But he just couldn't control it and wanted to do it very much.

"Furthermore, our troops were very fast and it took more than a month to reach the capital of the Japanese country. However, no matter how fast we were, it still took more than a month. Now, many Japanese chiefs in the Japanese country should have known the news. If we use the attack method again,

Although the behavior of not sealing the sword in a city can serve as a deterrent, it is very likely that "

Just as he was talking, Zhang Mao hurried over, clasped his fists and saluted Zhu Houzhao, and then said: "Your Highness, an envoy from the Japanese Kingdom has been sent to the city. Do you want to summon him?"

Zhu Houzhao knew that this so-called summons was just a formality, and he was actually asking himself to act as a translator. After thinking about it, he looked at Xia Yuan and said, "Master, do you want us to see you or not?"

"See, why don't you see me? I just wanted to hear what the Japanese envoy wanted to say."

PS: Happy holidays, brothers. Isn’t this a holiday? I went out for a walk yesterday and didn’t catch the time. I came back late. I will update two chapters today and I will make up for the ones I owe tomorrow.

[By the way, I still want to take leave on May Day. 】
Chapter completed!