My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 72 It stinks, then throw it into the sea to feed the bastard!

"Hurry up……"

When the warships kept bombarding the island, the officers on the transport ship shouted at the soldiers, and quickly boarded the boat through the rope ladder, preparing to attack the shore.

This is a troop that is completely different from other Ming troops.

Most of the other Ming army uniforms are red.

But this army uniform is light blue.

Other Ming soldiers had the word brave embroidered on their clothes, while their clothes had the word brave tiger.

This army belongs to the navy, with a number of 8500 people, and the unit is named Hujiao Camp.

Their main task is to cooperate with the naval landing operations, or to engage in boarding battles with the enemy.

Most of the members are from the guards of ocean-going treasure ships, and half of them have participated in the Battle of Mount Ceylon and played Japanese pirates. They can be regarded as Zhu Gaoyu's direct troops.

This guy Wang Jin is also stupid.

Zhu Gaoyu asked him to recruit soldiers, and this guy took advantage of Zheng He's inattention, ran to the Ocean Treasure Fleet, and dragged everyone away.

Good guy, by the time Zheng He finds out, there are only two or three kittens and puppies left among the fleet guards.

In addition to combatants, various professions such as sailors and navigators were also poached by Wang Jin.

Now Zheng He didn't even have to sail a long voyage, and he didn't even have the cooks for the battle.

The entire fleet originally consisted of more than 27000 people, but after Wang Jin's collection, the remaining personnel were less than 5000.

Such a shameless behavior made the always gentle Zheng He scold his mother.

If it wasn't for the conquest of the Japanese kingdom later, the old man temporarily put the entire fleet under Zhu Gaoyu's command, and Zheng He would have to raise his sword and discuss the theory with Zhu Gaoyu.

Therefore, the navy in Zhu Gaoyu's hands is said to be recruited by himself, but in fact most of them are members of Zheng He's ocean-going treasure ships.

When Zhu Gaoyu knew about it, he couldn't laugh or cry, and said that Wang Jin's eating was a bit too ugly, so he should save some for others anyway, what kind of words did they poach.

In the end, Wang Jin explained with a bitter face that if he didn't dig out the roots of his old club, even if he had gathered all the personnel in three months, it would still be a bunch of useless ostentation, with no combat effectiveness at all.

The navy wants to be effective as soon as possible, and eating ready-made is the best choice.

Besides, Zheng He mainly communicated with foreign countries and publicized the Ming Dynasty's national prestige. This elite naval force was wasted in his hands. It is better to pull it over and form a special combat force.

Zhu Gaoyu highly appreciated Wang Jin's brazenness.

"Wow wow wow..."

As a ship was filled with soldiers, under the shout of the captain, the soldiers held paddles or weapons in their hands, and vigorously pushed the sea water, causing the boat to quickly approach the shore.

"Notice down, stop shelling!"

As a large number of small boats rushed out of the fleet and approached the shore, Zhu Gaoyu gave an order to stop the shelling.

In addition to saving ammunition, the main reason is that the range of General Zhankou's cannon is too short, and it is not very accurate.

It would be a joke if you accidentally hit your own boat.

And after three rounds of shelling, the shore probably has little resistance.

Sure enough, the bank was just as Zhu Gaoyu guessed.

Following the landing of the Hujiao Battalion, a signal was sent that no resistance had been found.

In fact, after the first round of shelling, the Japanese pirates, who had no intention of resisting, turned around and ran away.

As for Bushido spirit, well, there is no such term at this time.

To be loyal to the emperor is bullshit.

Isn't the emperor just a puppet, it's none of their business.

After receiving the signal from the shore, Zhu Gaoyu shook his head speechlessly.

To be honest, he was prepared for many sacrifices under his command when he landed.

In the end, not to mention sacrifices, except for the stumped limbs and broken arms all over the place, and a few unlucky ones who couldn't escape, there was not even a single person who resisted.

"Pass down the order and let them continue to advance."

"Order the Hujiao Camp to continue landing."

A battle without a challenge made Zhu Gaoyu lose interest.

"These little pumpkins, why don't you resist and resist? You lie like this, which makes me very uninterested. You can just hum a few times!"

Wang Jin, who stood by and accompanied him, had a weird expression when he heard Zhu Gaoyu's complaints.

After receiving the order to continue the attack, the first batch of Hujiao Battalion to land, under the command of a thousand households, formed an army formation and slowly advanced.

During the voyage, Zhu Gaoyu taught them a lot of lessons, and what he often said was that a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength.

Even if it is an ant, you have to give me all your energy and prepare for the battle before you completely wipe out the enemy.

As the first batch of warriors to join Zhu Gaoyu, they have unlimited possibilities in the future, and they don't want to be expelled from the navy for disobeying orders.

Therefore, every officer strictly carried out Zhu Gaoyu's orders, and faced every enemy with the utmost vigilance.

The team marched slowly all the way in formation, and after about a mile forward, they finally saw a camp.

The overall building of the camp is mainly thatched huts, and the whole camp is surrounded by a circle of wooden fences.

At this time, the camp was very quiet, not even a chicken crowing or a dog barking.

"whole team!"

The leader of the team, Qianhu, asked the team to adjust first, and he scanned the entire camp with sharp eyes.

The equipment configuration of the Hujiao Battalion is basically the same as that of other Ming army units. The difference is that the wolf soldiers have been added to the team.

This kind of weapon with moso bamboo tied to barbed wire and a spear in front of it is the wolf stick used by Qi's army in the future.

In addition, each squad has two soldiers carrying large wooden barrels.

After observing for a while, Qianhu, who found no clues, raised his hand and waved.

Several soldiers quickly untied the torches on their backs, lit them with a torch, and helped the archers ignite the rockets.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Several archers rushed forward, and when they were approaching the camp, they shot the rockets in their hands without hesitation.

"Crackling..."

The dry grass burns quickly when it comes into contact with the flame, and with the blessing of the sea breeze, several adjacent thatched huts are on fire soon.

Qianhu listened quietly with his ears sideways. After confirming that there was no response, he stretched out a finger and pointed forward. A group of soldiers quickly stepped forward and touched the camp.

The others continued to stay in place, scanning their surroundings vigilantly to prevent enemies from ambush and sneak attacks.

"Onboard, wow..."

Before the team sent out to investigate approached the camp, there was a burst of crying and howling.

"Prepare for battle!"

Qianhu narrowed his eyes, and waved the command flag in his hand again and again.

"kill"

The soldiers who had been on guard for a long time shouted loudly, ready to fight.

The returning team of soldiers quickly walked around the formation and headed to the back of the team.

"Give me the kill..."

The patriarch of the Zong family, who had already put on his clothes, brandished the samurai sword in his hand, roared, and led thousands of Japanese pirates out of the camp, rushing towards the Ming army lined up.

Luckily, he survived the shelling, and his heart was filled with anger.

He understood that the other party refused to talk to him.

Since the other party wanted his life, he wouldn't stand still and wait for death, even if he died, he would hold back a few backs.

The powerful artillery of the Ming army's warships was fierce, and the Patriarch of the Zong family knew that he was defeated on the shore, so he withdrew his people to the camp.

The surrounding terrain of the camp was not large, and the Ming army brigade could not spread out, so they could only enter in teams of thousands.

The Patriarch of the Zong family felt that with the strength of his warriors, it was not certain who would win and who would lose in his territory.

As for running away, he never thought about it.

The surrounding sea area will definitely be blocked by the Ming army. Even if they escape into the mountains and there is no food, so many people will starve to death sooner or later.

Rather than starve to death in the mountains and forests, it is better to fight.

Maybe I was lucky enough to win the Ming army, and the two sides still have the possibility of negotiating.

Even if he fails, he still has to kill a few Ming soldiers to be buried with him.

As for surrender, he did not even think about it.

Even the people who went to negotiate were killed by the Ming army, which shows that the other party has no intention of talking at all.

If he took the lead in surrendering and met his fate, he would either die or become a slave.

He was unwilling to choose either, so he decided to take a gamble.

Just now he planned to borrow a house in the camp and fight with the Ming army.

But the Ming army was very vigilant and didn't go in at all. Instead, they set fire outside.

The camps are all thatched huts, so there is no way to stop a fire like this.

In desperation, the Patriarch of the Zong family could only grit his teeth and lead people out, intending to defeat this group of Ming troops first, then snatch their equipment, and find a favorable terrain to defend.

He had the best idea, but unfortunately he underestimated the Tiger Flood Camp.

This elite of the Ming Dynasty's elite has a fighting power that is not comparable to that of ordinary guard officers and soldiers.

With the same number of people, any of the three major battalions would be willing to bow down.

Facing the charge of the Japanese pirates, the soldiers of the Hujiao Battalion showed no expression on their faces, just holding their weapons quietly, waiting for orders.

"shoot!"

As the two sides entered a distance of 50 steps, Qianhu waved the commanding flag fiercely.

The shieldman squatted down immediately, and the hundreds of archers on standby at the rear opened their bows and set their arrows, and released the bowstrings in their hands after aiming slightly.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The arrows pierced the air and whistled, and hundreds of arrows roared towards the pirates.

"Baga, defend!"

Patriarch Zong's eyes widened, shouted and raised the wooden shield in his hand.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

The arrow was very fast, rushing into the group of Japanese pirates in the blink of an eye.

The Patriarch of the Zong family was at the forefront, and he was the first to spot the arrow, and he was able to react.

And those Japanese pirates who didn't see it, and didn't even have shields, were directly pierced by arrows.

There was a scream in an instant.

The island country is very barren, and weapons are scarce, let alone defensive equipment.

Except for the most elite samurai of the major families, most of the samurai are dressed in clothes, with a knife, fooling around everywhere.

Lacking defensive equipment, and not reacting immediately, facing Da Ming's arrow rain, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In this round of arrow rain alone, no less than 30 lives were harvested.

"Baga, don't stop, rush up, or we will all die."

He has robbed the Patriarch of the Daming Zong clan more than once, and had contact with the Ming army.

He is very clear about the fighting style of the local tyrants of the Ming army.

If the Japanese pirates who lacked defensive equipment did not engage in close combat with the Ming army as soon as possible, the result of waiting would be to be shot and killed mercilessly by the Ming army.

Sure enough, the local tyrant of the Ming army verified his idea again.

As soon as his shout fell, before the pirates could react, the second round of arrow rain fell again.

Although the pirates were prepared this time, the gap in equipment could not be made up after all.

More than 20 people fell to the ground with muffled groans and screams.

"Baga, go up, go up!"

The Patriarch of the Zong family jumped anxiously and roared angrily to tell the somewhat confused warriors to rush forward.

Fortunately, he still has some prestige. Although the Japanese pirates were a little nervous, they also knew that the Patriarch Zong was right.

They were so aggrieved that they didn't want to die, roaring angrily and speeding up.

After two rounds of shooting against the Ming army, the two sides finally got within 10 steps.

Looking at the shield players who had stood up and the archers who were retreating, the Japanese pirates showed a ferocious smile on their faces.

However, seeing that close combat was about to break out, some of the shield players in front of the Ming army suddenly fell down.

And what's even more strange is that there is a big bucket behind them.

When the Japanese pirates were puzzled, a Ming army holding a small torch touched the barrel.

Then...

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Harsh screams came from the opposite side, and the octagonal wooden barrel spewed out thick gunpowder smoke.

The Japanese pirate who was almost blinded, before he could see what was going on, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

One of the Japanese pirates looked down subconsciously, and saw the tail of an arrow trembling in his chest.

There was still a plume of black smoke from the wound on his chest.

Just when he was wondering where the arrow came from, by coincidence, a loud arrow landed at his feet.

He looked at the bamboo tube emitting fire, and suddenly understood something.

"It's too rare to die!"

The blazing heat and pain from his body made his eyes sink more and more, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore. When he closed his eyes, his body fell down heavily.

Daming swarmed and made a perfect debut.

The Japanese pirates who saw this weapon for the first time were startled and howled like ghosts and wolves.

Shouting that this is a weapon of ghosts and gods, the crazy monster screamed and turned around to escape.

How could the Ming army let its achievements go away.

It was explained above that a Japanese pirate's head was exchanged for a tael of silver.

Those on the opposite side are no human beings, they are just grains of white silver.

At the moment when the swarm of swarms showed their power, Qianhu waved the command flag forward fiercely.

"kill!"

"Da Ming Wansheng!"

The soldiers roared in unison, and while the gunpowder smoke had not cleared, they rushed forward in groups.

A Japanese pirate who turned around to run, before he could take a step forward, a gun shot out of the gunpowder smoke and stabbed him hard in the chest.

Before the tip of the gun was drawn out, a ring-headed knife slashed from the air, splitting the evil head in two.

Two quarters of an hour later, the officers and soldiers who were covered in blood happily harvested the heads.

Patriarch Zong held his head and squatted on the ground with a bunch of captives who hadn't escaped, looking at the beheaded Ming army with fear in his eyes.

Looking around, the entire battlefield was covered with corpses of Japanese pirates, and there were not even a single dead man on the Ming side except for a few wounded.

"It turns out that Daming is not only strong in the fleet, but also in the soldiers!"

"If I had known this, I might as well have surrendered. Although being a slave is not free, you have to do the hardest and most tiring work. At least you are alive."

"I resisted the Ming army and injured several Ming soldiers. I am afraid I will be killed by venting my anger."

"Which of you is the leader?"

Just when the head of the Zong family was holding his head and regretting in his heart, a somewhat substandard Japanese language sounded.

Patriarch Zong's heart trembled, and his eyes warned the Japanese pirates around him.

As a result, the other captives didn't even bird him.

You used to be the head of the house, so it's normal to hear that you are afraid of you.

Now everyone is a prisoner, and their identities are the same, and you are threatening a fart.

"Master Daming, I know!"

A Japanese pirate seemed to be afraid that others would preempt him, so he stood up quickly and was about to answer.

But what greeted him was a cold light and a gleaming steel knife.

The person who asked wiped the blood-stained knife on the corpse, and looked at the Japanese pirates trembling with cold eyes.

"When I ask a question, I have to answer on my knees. If there is anyone who doesn't understand the rules, this will be the end."

The terrified Japanese pirates nodded again and again, and their original movement of squatting on the ground became kneeling on the ground, holding their heads and not daring to move.

"Now answer me, who is your head."

Withdrawing the steel knife, Ming Jun asked again.

"I'm!"

The Patriarch of the Zong Clan shouted vigorously.

Instead of letting others sell the benefits, it is better to stand up on your own initiative.

Glancing at the Patriarch of the Zong family who revealed his identity, Ming Jun glanced at the others.

Seeing some Japanese pirates, I was a little disappointed in my eyes, nodded and said to the Patriarch of the Zong family: "You follow me."

The Patriarch of the Zong family anxiously followed the soldier to the beach.

Soon, they came to a cliff.

The Patriarch of the Zong family noticed that there were soldiers standing guard everywhere, obviously protecting some important person.

After being searched by several soldiers, the Patriarch of the Zong family was taken to the side of a boulder.

The Patriarch of the Zong family saw a young man in a fine attire.

A small table was placed in front of it, and there were several plates of exquisite snacks on the table.

Smelling the scent of the sea breeze, the Patriarch of the Zong Clan, who also hadn't eaten breakfast, couldn't help swallowing.

"Your Highness, this person is the Lord of Tsushima Island."

With the sea breeze blowing, Zhu Gaoyu, who was eating breakfast while looking at the sea view, nodded, and waved to Zuo Jun beside him.

Zuo Jun took out a map, handed it to the reporting soldier, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The soldier who had finished listening nodded, took the map and came to the Patriarch of the Zong family who was lying on the ground, his eyes wandering, and kicked him.

"Don't look around!"

Patriarch Zong quickly lowered his head.

"Hi!"

The soldier spread the map in front of the Patriarch of the Zong family, and said in a cold tone: "For each country above, which faction it is, and how many soldiers it has, tell them one by one."

"Give a satisfactory answer, and you can live."

"Otherwise, I'll let you taste Ling Chi's power."

"Do you know about Ling Chi?"

The Patriarch of the Zong Clan nodded frantically.

As the fan owner who had the most contact with North Korean Daming, he still knew about this punishment.

"Very well, now I will ask you to answer!"

Half an hour later, a map full of words and a statistical notebook were handed over to Zhu Gaoyu's desk.

Zhu Gaoyu didn't even look at it, and waved his hand, "Go to the prisoner and ask, if he is wrong, he will be slashed, and if the answer is correct, he will be killed."

After the Patriarch of the Zong Clan was taken away, Qianhu, who was fighting, walked over with a serious expression.

"Your Highness, a corpse was found in the camp."

"According to our investigation, it should be one of the missing Kong family members."

Zhu Gaoyu, who was stuffing a steamed bun into his mouth, froze suddenly, and threw the bun on the table angrily.

"After the daring Japanese pirates dared to insult the saint like this, if we don't drive out the pirates, how can we live up to the teachings of the saint, how can we live up to the expectations of the people of the world."

After scolding, Zhu Gaoyu showed a trace of grief on his face, "Contain the corpse and send it to North Korea, let them find a way to send it back to Daming."

"Hey, you can't go back to Daming in life, and you have to let the fallen leaves return to their roots after death. You have to be careful, don't fall into the sea and be eaten by the eight kings of the sea."

"Your Highness, that... stinks!"

Qianhu told the situation of the corpse in a dilemma.

Zhu Gaoyu waved his hands in disgust when he heard the words, "Since it stinks, don't transport it. Send it back to Daming, maybe it will cause plague. If it harms the people, I guess he will feel bad."

"Leave the things that prove your identity, and throw the rest into the sea to feed the bastard."

"I believe that after being a Confucian saint, he can understand our difficulties."

Chito: "..."

(End of this chapter)