The atmosphere was ignited like a powder barrel.

Zhu Di opened his arms and took advantage of the moment of being stunned by the Japanese, and then slashed one of them in half.

The blood mist sprayed like rain flowers, and Hao Fenglou was hiding in the crowd, continuing to cheer like a soldier who was running a supporting role.

Zhu Neng and others were very excited and confident in the long sword in their hands. They also began to use all their strength, waved the knife with both hands, and poured all their strength into the knife, slashing left and right. Moreover, the knife face was straight and could be used to slash, and even stabbing in front of the knife, which was also easy to use. Unlike the Japanese sword, in order to pursue the advantage of slashing, the blade surface arc design was adopted. This design was conducive to slashing, but it had almost no ability to pierce the armor.

With the precious sword in hand, Zhu Neng slashed at a Japanese man hard, and the Japanese subconsciously pushed the sword to block it.

clang……

On the thin blade, a gap immediately appeared.

Kill again!

clang...

The long knife broke into two pieces.

The Japanese samurai's pupils were shrinking, and he was carrying only half of the Japanese sword in his hand. The sword was there, and the sword was dead. His pupils were shrinking, and incredible, angry, and shame flashed through his eyes. Then, another knife was slashed. This time, he did not resist, just like a living dead man who had been taken away, and could only wait for death.

"Uh..." A scream of pain came from his throat, and his whole body fell into a pool of blood, and his body was broken into two pieces.

Vulnerable!

In an instant, seven or eight Japanese people were killed.

Japanese warriors rely on swords and swords. The Japanese swords in their hands are their lives. Once they find that the swords in their hands are nothing but scrap metal, how can they accept them? They are brave, but the people selected by Zhu Di are all figures who follow Zhu Di in life and death, sweep the desert, and have bloodshed out during the years of the siege. How can these Japanese people compare to them?

In an instant, the formation of the Japanese people was dispersed. The Japanese people who had lost their confidence were almost like lambs with legs. Countless blood rains were pouring out. These people retreated repeatedly and could not organize effective attacks.

Ashikaga Yoshihide saw this outside the court. His brain buzzed, and his escort was ruthlessly killed. What he thought was that this time he suffered heavy losses and would definitely be severely punished after returning to the country. He was hearing the shocking cheers.

Ashikaga Yoshi's face was already terrible. He immediately shouted: "I lost, we lost, my subordinate admits the loss..."

At this time, someone suddenly approached him and suddenly covered his mouth.

Ashikaga is angry, who is taking advantage of the situation?

This person, except Hao Fenglou, cannot be someone else.

Hao Fenglou knew that he was going to admit defeat and his body moved behind him early.

Ashikaga Yoshi struggled.

Hao Fenglou shouted: "It's unreasonable. The Japanese have hit people. The Japanese have hit people. Come and see. In the Forbidden City, the world is bright and bright. In broad daylight, the Japanese have hit people!"

When he screamed, the eyes of a group of roaring and excited nobles turned red.

Now everyone is excited and listen to the Japanese hitting people. More than a dozen younger nobles have surrounded them.

"Let go of that thousand households!"

Ashikaga Yoshi's face was filled with tears. He should have called for letting go of the Japanese envoy. It was this guy who pulled his neck tightly with his arm. He just struggled a few times, and it seemed that the two of them were fighting.

Hao Fenglou naturally refused to let him go. He continued to struggle.

The nobles became popular, and they were outrageous. They provoked the emperor and said arrogantly that they dared to commit rash things here. If they didn't fight at this time, they would wait for it. So everyone rushed forward, and one of them said, "That thousand households, be careful, go away."

Hao Fenglou always flashed quickly, and when he twitched his arm, a donkey rolled onto the prince's heels.

Then countless people rushed up to surround Ashikaga Yoshi and punched and kicked.

Ashikaga Yoshi was stunned and shouted: "I'm hitting someone, I'm hitting someone, I'm the envoy..."

As a result, a group of people beat them even harder.

On the contrary, the initiator Hao Fenglou had already patted his butt and stood up. He saw the prince Zhu Gaochi in front of him. He hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "Your Highness, you have offended me."

Zhu Gaochi narrowed his eyes, looked at Hao Fenglou casually, smiled faintly, and nodded.

Zhu Gaochi's attention was mostly still on Zhu Gaoxu who was present on the court. He had made great calculations and expected that his second brother was a fool, and he would definitely volunteer to show his good performance in front of his father. But what he could not have expected was that his father actually came to the scene himself, and the Japanese were so vulnerable, but it was not just the Japanese who were vulnerable. The swords in their hands were afraid that they were even more fragile than people.

Japanese warriors were killed on the spot.

Zhu Di's eyes were also red in his eyes. He seemed to have already returned to the storm of the past. He rushed left and right, no one dared to stop him. He was invincible with one knife in his hand.

Zhu Di laughed, and the others in the venue laughed.

Amid the hearty laughter, we are reaping life with ease and freehand style.

When the last Japanese warrior fell, Zhu Di stabbed the knife into the ground and made three points into the ground. He held the hilt of the sword and gasped, then said proudly: "I'm old, I'm still old, I'm not as good as before, Zhu Neng..."

Zhu Neng stepped forward panting: "What are your Majesty's instructions?"

Zhu Di's eyes shined: "We are no longer young, how about we still succeed?"

Zhu Neng stood up with his chest, as if he thought of the past stormy years, and said, "It's true that his strength is a bit too strong, but if His Majesty can hold on, I can hold on."

Zhu Di laughed loudly and waved to Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Gaoxu hurried up.

Zhu Di patted his shoulder and looked at him meaningfully, with a look of praise in his eyes.

Zhu Gaoxu killed three Japanese people in a row and performed very well. At this time, his body was soaked in blood and had several knife wounds on his body. However, after receiving the praise of his father, he was overjoyed.

Zhu Di raised his sword and walked out staggeringly.

Wherever they passed, everyone made a way for him.

Zhu Di walked in front of Ashikaga Yoshihide.

Ashikaga Yoshi was beaten up hard and was already bruised and swollen. He was full of despair. Looking at his escort, he was slaughtered like a grass chicken, and he was completely gone.

Zhu Dihu stared at him, his eyes as sharp as a blade, and said word by word: "I said, you can't afford to play. You are just a few Japanese people trapped on the island. Yelang is arrogant and dares to show off his power in front of me. The Northern Yuan Tatars I killed are hundreds and thousands of times more than the people I killed today. Now, what do you say?"

Seeing Ashikaga Yoshinobu, Zhu Di sneered: "What, I'm not convinced? Could it be that I'm going to threaten to cut off the relationship? I'll tell you to go back and report to your king. Today, these people will be killed. If I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to be a vassal forever and pay tribute every year, I'm still willing to do good to you, but if I have a grudge in my heart, then... I will one day trample on you and destroy your ancestral temple."

Ashikaga Yoshik realized something and fell to the ground in panic: "I wish you will be a vassal forever."

"Is that true?" Zhu Di didn't think he was happy, but just asked with a smile.

At this time, a eunuch added a cloak to him, and Zhu Di tightened his strength and left.

The huge palace city has already left.

Eunuchs hunched over and moved the bodies here away. Someone carried a bucket and wiped the blood here.

Yoshi Ashikaga was still kneeling. Without Zhu Di's permission, he did not dare to get up and ignored him. Everyone followed the emperor of Ming Dynasty and felt cold. Although in early summer, he still felt that the bone-broken chill swept his body.

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The ministers seemed a little cold in their attitude towards this. They really couldn't be excited. It was not because of their passion, but in essence, the principles they abide by were the so-called Tao. The king had the Tao, and the ministers had the Tao. The king did what he should do, and the ministers also performed their duties. But now, they felt that this new emperor was much more difficult to control than Jianwen.

Facing such an emperor, everyone felt a little powerless, or when Zhu Di had just ascended the throne, everyone was still happy because this emperor was obviously well aware of the principle of winning the world immediately but not governing the world immediately. He was extremely generous to the ministers and caring about their well-being. However, after today, everyone was a little discouraged. They felt that this emperor was no different from Taizu.

Thinking of Taizu, everyone couldn't help but have a cold war. Emperor Taizu gave them too profound impressions, especially the elders who had experienced three dynasties, felt cold all over their bodies.

So when the nobles were all in full spirits, whether it was Xie Jin, Yang Shiqi, or Song Li, the Minister of Works, everyone looked indifferent, like a bystander, observing everything that happened.

Then, many people looked at His Highness the Crown Prince.

Sometimes, some people will pay attention to the Han kings. They see the Han king following His Majesty, covered in blood, but they are full of confidence and joy. This behavior makes the ministers feel disgusted.

The king is not like the king, and the minister is not like the minister. Some people can’t help but sigh, and then their eyes look at the crown prince more firmly, and many people consciously follow the crown prince.

Zhu Gaochi's mood was naturally not much better. All his wishful thinking was absent. Although he had no loss to himself, seeing his father rekindled with the King of Han again made him feel a heart-wrenching pain.

What do you think you can be familiar with some archery and horses, and you can be simple in the heart of the emperor. I am the eldest son of the emperor, and I am well-educated and well-educated. Over the years, I have been cautious and cautious and dared not surpass it at all. I spent all my thoughts on political affairs every day. If I were not for me, why would you win the world and why would you live in the world? Now...

Zhu Gaochi still had a smile on his face, just like before, every time his father returned in triumph, the heartfelt joy was completely different in his heart than in Peking.

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Chapter completed!