"Shiro, do you know what the first thing to deal with is to fight against the shogunate and the daimyo who have betrayed?"

Chu Fan tried to guide this Chezhi Dan Sect Master from the most basic question.

"Force!" Amakusa Shiro Shizhen replied without hesitation, "As Brother Chu taught me in the Hoshitori Pavilion, if my holy war camp is not 200 but 20,000 people, I will be able to capture Nagasaki, gather all the cultists on Kyushu Island, and create a kingdom of peace and friendship of the Lord!" ”

"That's right! That's right! There must be strong force! …… Have you ever thought about how many weapons are needed for a jihadist camp of 20,000 people? How much bamboo armor do you need? How much food is consumed per day? How much ammo is to be consumed? Chu Fan stared at Shiro's delicate eyes tightly, and hit the nail on the head.

"Hmm~~" Shiro was obviously unprepared, and was stunned for a moment before replying, "Well, this...... Haven't done the math yet...... It shouldn't be a lot, right? ”

"Your jihadist battalion can't only recruit orphans, so how many families will there be in a 20,000-strong army? 30,000? 50,000? These people depend on you for their food and drink, and have you ever thought about how much food they have to consume in a day? Chu Fan continued to increase aggressively.

Shiro was obviously asked, his eyes flickered to avoid Chu Fan's eyes, and his forehead was a little sweaty in the winter-no matter how talented he was, he was still a teenager, and the most important thing he paid attention to on weekdays was how to make the believers firm in their beliefs, so as not to be coerced by the shogunate to abandon the religion; I really don't care much about these logistical things, anyway, the cultists on Amakusa Island will worship from time to time.

"Let me ask you again, how much is left of the 3,000 taels of silver I gave you the last time I left Nagasaki?" Seeing that he was speechless, Chu Fan threw out another question.

"Looks like ......," Shiro replied after looking up for a moment, "...... Run out...... I'll have to ask Jiro Yoshino specifically. He's in charge of food supplies. ”

Chu Fan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and continued to guide according to his words, "Okay, let's run out...... You spent 3,000 taels of silver to form a jihad battalion of 200 people, so how much silver does a jihadist battalion of 20,000 people need? …… 300,000! Right? ”

Shiro reacted. His face turned pale all of a sudden—this was the reality, and he was shocked when he didn't know it.

"Have you thought about it? Where to go for the 300,000 taels of silver? Chu Fan slowed down his tone and asked in a deep voice.

Shiro trembled his lips and was stunned for a long time, and then he replied, "Perhaps...... The bishops of the city...... You can donate some...... Maybe the congregants can make up a little bit as well...... There are still hundreds of thousands of ...... in the entire island of Kyushu Cultists ......"

Speaking of this, Shiro saw that the corners of Chu Fan's mouth obviously showed a disapproving smile, and he couldn't help but bow his head in shame like a child who had done something wrong - there are indeed hundreds of thousands of Chezhi Dan disciples on Kyushu Island, but the vast majority of them are destitute people who have no food for a night's stay, even if everyone donates all their family property. It's less than 300,000 taels of silver!

Suddenly, he raised his head again and looked at Chu Fan, his clear eyes full of supplication and expectation.

"Don't look at me, I don't either!" Chu Fan immediately broke his illusion and shrugged, "I can provide you with a few boats at most to facilitate your crossing of the sea, and the rest can only rely on yourself!" ”

Shiro's eyes dimmed again, and he stared vacantly into the air. The mosquito in his mouth muttered to himself, "...... What can I do? …… Where can I find so much silver? …… I can't make ......."

This time, Chu Fan was not in a hurry to speak. Instead, he waited for a long time to think about it before he said slowly, "Shiro, you remember, whether it's a missionary or a war, money!" is the most fundamental foundation of everything! ”

When he said this, Shiro suddenly realized, "I understand! …… Brother Chu. Do you mean that if we want to fight against the shogunate, the first thing we need to solve is how to make money, right? ”

"Yes!" Chu Fan nodded and raised an index finger. "I've seen the jihadist camp, it's very good! It's completely possible to fight the shogunate's army...... But have you thought about it, what did you fight in a war? Grain and grass? Ammunition? Warrior? …… There are all, but in the final analysis, it is one word, money! …… Your jihadist battalion can neither farm nor fish, and its only mission is to fight...... As the jihadist camp grows larger, so does the amount of silver...... If you don't solve the problem of how to earn money, your holy war camp will never expand! ”

Shiro nodded thoughtfully, and then bowed deeply to the tatami mat, "Brother Chu, you must have a way...... Anyway, please teach me, please! ”

Chu Fan raised his eyebrows, smiled and glanced at Yang Dijiao - the latter obviously didn't understand Chu Fan's intentions, and just grinned dryly.

"Shiro, there is a way, but it's just ......" Seeing that Amakusa Shiro Shizhen was taken to the ditch step by step, Chu Fan deliberately sold Guanzi.

"Brother Chu, our Chezhi Dan Sect has reached such a dangerous point, what else do we dare not do?" Shiro raised his head, straightened his waist and said, his face was full of tragic expressions, "If you have any good ideas, just say, as long as we can solve this biggest problem, we will definitely do it!" ”

“…… Okay," Chu Fan pretended to be very embarrassed, and pondered for a long time before speaking, "I'll just tell me my opinion, whether it matters or not, you can do it yourself...... How does the shogunate treat you Cheshitan now? ”

"They first swept away village by village and singled out all the cultists," Shiro couldn't understand what he was going to say, but he still told the truth honestly, "and ordered them to abandon the church within the specified time......

"What if the time is up and you haven't abandoned?" Chu Fan interrupted him and asked.

"In that case, the disciples will be thrown into prison, mercilessly whipped and ****ed!" The more Shiro spoke, the more excited he became, and his delicate face was a little distorted with anger, "The torture will get worse and worse day by day, until the disciples abandon the religion, and they will not be sent home." ”

"What if you keep insisting on not abandoning Christianity?"

“…… will be decapitated! In fact, many believers have been tortured to death in prison in order to follow the Lord," Shiro said through gritted teeth, and then drew a cross on his chest, "O all-knowing Lord, please lead these innocent lambs of yours to heaven!" ”

"What about their possessions? Confiscated? Chu Fan asked unmoved.

Shiro nodded heavily, and Chu Fan's next words made his eyes widen. (To be continued.) )