When I saw Yashiro again, the sun had already risen, and the shouts of killing were long gone, replaced by the sound of cries one after another. Although the battle is long over, the soldiers are still busy, and I don't plan to stay here any longer, so I don't have much time left for them.

Although Yashiro Island is a good harbor as a new base for the Kurushima Murakami clan, this is only compared to the old wooden sailing boats. The ironclad was not heavy enough to reach the shore, and the trestle was completely destroyed by the pre-dawn shelling, so I had to take the dinghy again.

The oarsmen of the boat paddled carefully with the oars in their hands, and the two men used their long poles to prop up the large pieces of wood and floating corpses in front of them, and because of their caution, the dinghy was so smooth that in spite of the many obstacles, I stood at the bow and felt unsteady.

Lifeless faces floated past me, and the last expressions of life were clearly preserved on them, and the bearers of negative emotions such as shock, fear, anger, despair, and pain could be found, compared to the mutilated limbs and blurred flesh. This is the consequence of war, and I want to sigh in my heart, but the result is calm, a peace that I am afraid of!

My feet were on land, and the sand was red and black with blood and explosions. The side near the coast has almost been blown flat, but traces of vigorous construction can still be seen in the remnants of the foundation in the earth. It seems that the Shimamurakami family was ready to move the main base here long before my attack, which can not only control the sea route of the Nanban trade more effectively, but also more conveniently obtain the support of the Maori family, but it seems that it is still too late, otherwise the first round of blows may not fall on their heads!

"Bastard!" A soldier knocked down a captive with his arms firmly tied not far away, whether it was because he was moving or because he wanted to intimidate the others around him. The prisoners of war, far and near, were divided into several groups, all of them kneeling on the ground with their arms tied, with more than 100 people and a few dozens.

The main part of the fortress was not damaged too much, and it was not shelled because street fighting had already begun at that time. Near the inside of the fence are low-slung houses, with doors and windows smashed and some soldiers searching.

Here I saw a number of female and child prisoners of war, and the soldiers and sailors guarding them were more leisurely. The captives were not tied, but their clothes were ragged and their faces were stained with tears, and some of them were completely lost. I pretended not to see it and walked on, and sighed quietly while others weren't looking.

After the end of this campaign, there were some violations of discipline that were almost absolutely absent in my army before! Many of the sailors came from the transfer of the Shima and San'in water armies, and their discipline had not yet been fully trained. As a result, some of the atrocities began after they came ashore, and the two thousand ashigaru were also affected to some extent.

There will be many reasons to pass the buck, but at the end of the day, the reason is above. Before I set out, I made certain remarks about the nature of this operation: this time it is not a "war" but a "suppression of bandits", and the opponent does not deserve our respect! Based on such an atmosphere, only insignificant punishments were inflicted on the perpetrators: 10 military sticks; Cancel the bounty; Exploits are not recorded; No promotion will be considered for one year.

The group entered the castle tower, which was much more heavily guarded than outside, and every soldier standing guard and patrolling samurai vigilantly performed their duties, and in the hall gathered more than two dozen high-ranking prisoners of war who came to the Shimamurakami family.

"Lord!" When he saw me enter the house, Yoshitsugu Otani immediately greeted me.

"Did anyone escape?" My eyes swept over the faces of everyone kneeling, even though I didn't know any of them.

"The important people have been caught!" Yoshitsugu Otani came to the group and pointed to the face of one of the people in the room. "This is Murakami Yoshigo, the old man who came to the island Murakami family!" Half a circle and then pointed to another person. "This is the second brother of Mr. Murakami, Murakami Yoshikiyo!"

Murakami Yoshigo is an old man who is nearly half a hundred years old, but the old man can't hide his fortitude; Murakami Yoshikiyo must not be yet thirty years old, and the wildness of the pirates is unmistakably revealed in him, and they are all staring at me with angry and hateful eyes, eager to burn me to ashes with their anger. Both men were disheveled and badly wounded, apparently awakened from their sleep and engaged in a fierce fight.

"Where's Murakami Tsuki?" I don't want to say anything to them at the moment, and there's really nothing more to say.

"He's being held in solitary confinement, please come with me, lord!" Yoshitsugu Otani led me down the hallway, around the two corners to a small room.

There was only one prisoner held here, but there were eight junior samurai guarding him, a young man of less than twenty, with a face that did not have the same weathering color as the other pirates, and although his arms were also tied by the reverse scissors, he was given the privilege of sitting without having to kneel. A few long locks of tousled hair hung down on his face, for there were no windows here, and he looked very weak and demented in the dim light of the oil lamp.

I stopped in front of the man to look at him, and the entourage was standing behind me. "You're Mr. Murakami?" I asked, holding the saber "Dai" with the sheath in my hand and lifting his chin with the tip of the scabbard.

His blank eyes looked at me like a wall or a tree. Because he raised his face so that I could see his fresh scars, it seemed that he was not a timid man, but there was no expression on it now.

"Didn't you hear the lord asking you!" Seeing his attitude, a guard samurai raised the barrel of his gun.

"Hmm~!" I stopped him with a gesture, and at this moment I didn't need any mental conquest or anything like that. "The sailor army on the island is over, do you know this?" I continued to ask.

His eyes moved slightly, as if they were in focus on my face, but nothing else was indicated.

"Not to be defeated but to be uprooted, there is a difference!" I continued. Not to scare him, but to make him die and understand.

His left cheek twitched, and anyone who didn't look closely would never notice it.

"Normally I wouldn't make that choice! But you have fled, and this is more odious to me than to resist! "I rarely got angry in front of everyone because of the person in front of me, this person forced me to make this decision." …… Those who resist me to the death only show that they are stupid and have some unrealistic fantasies. After I have taught them once, twice, three times, they will always start to understand, to fear, and then to run, to flee, to beg for surrender. I usually give them a chance with such people, because they will be far more honest than those who surrender in the first place! ”

Murakami still looked at me, as if he didn't understand what my words had to do with his current situation.

"And you actually ran away, which makes me very angry! No, it's wrath! "I'm usually a gentle person, but at the moment I think my face is a little distorted." Fleeing shows that you are well aware of the outcome of your direct confrontation with me, but you have fled in a planned and prepared manner, and there is no sign of compromise. What does this mean? It means that you have no intention of surrendering to me at all, even if you abandon your family and business, you will fight me to the end, and even try to negotiate or fight with me on an equal footing, and if you fail to achieve your goal, you will make me uneasy from the outside!! ”

In the face of my final roar, Murakami's eyes showed fear, and his face was a little abnormally red.

"Maybe you think that this is a matter of course, but Kono, Ouchi, Otomo, and Mori have discussed everything with you, and on the other hand, it has also contributed to this consciousness of you!" I stabilized my emotions and switched to a calm tone, not punishing myself for other people's mistakes. "But why don't you think about what you are? It's not a guardian, it's not a daimyo, at best, it's just a few people. Why do you jump out and point fingers and hold your toes high? I may also speak to the nobles of my domain in a gentle tone, but those contents are orders, and there is no room for bargaining! ”

His body was already shaking, and everyone around him felt it this time.

"I'm so sorry, I can't tolerate this behavior!" I coldly withdrew the knife from my hand, as my head sank down as I lost support for him. "Because others will learn from you, this kind of atmosphere is very bad!"

Murakami's face turned pale, his lips turned purple and trembled, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Pull him out and behead him with those in the outhouse!" I ordered.

My order was carried out, but I felt very uncomfortable for this order and the order that was about to be issued. Most of the time, the hearts of the killers are not comfortable, although humans do not kill each other for reasons such as foraging, but they are also related to each other's survival.

"Lord, there is a lot of money and supplies stored in the cellar!" Seeing that my mood was so bad, Yoshitsugu Ohtani tried to alleviate it with some good news. "There are about more than 100,000 gold and silver money directly here, and the value of various materials may be 200,000. There is nothing in the island city, and it seems that they are ready to move here for a long time! ”

"What are they?" Actually, I don't really like this question, but since I mentioned it, I will ask it casually.

"There is everything, it can be seen that their 'business' has been very big in recent years!" Yoshitsugu Otani didn't hold the list in his hand, but he probably had an impression of something. "From precious treasures to large quantities such as tea and silk, some of them have not even been opened in the store! It seems ......"

"Put the things used in the bottom warehouse and bring them back, and those who can find out the clear owner of the goods will be sent back to them!" After saying this casually, I said to Kamiya Shiyuan again: "Hurry up and replenish fresh water, we will leave before noon." Time is running out! ”

"Those prisoners of war......" After the others had gone out to carry out their own executions, the half-guards of Takenaka came up to me and asked.

"Those who should come must face it bravely!" I took a deep breath and said in as calm a tone as I could: "Execute all men, women, and children over the age of five and escort them back to Sakaimachi...... Sell! "I still heard the tremor of the tail note myself.