"What the hell is going on?" Dong Zhuo couldn't hold his breath, and the generals and strategists around him, including Li Ru, also looked at each other, as if they couldn't imagine that it would be such a reversal.

Lu Bu was in good spirits, well, this Gao Heng really had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and he actually choked the envoys of the Japanese slave country. Seeing that this group of Japanese slave envoys was so flustered, there was obviously a big problem.

"What, can't you go on? What did you want to say just now? Gao Heng seemed to be smiling, this time it was his turn to be aggressive.

Dong Zhuo's face was pale, if these envoys of the Japanese slave country were actually fake, then this would be a big problem. Even the identity is not true, so what they say is still credible? This Gao Heng is so conclusive, is there really any evidence that makes him so confident?

At this time, even Li Ru didn't dare to speak indiscriminately, so as not to be involved.

"Ridiculous! You bastard, you know who we are, and you actually open your eyes and talk nonsense and slander us! Aren't we Amaterasu's people, you are? Mrs. Wu was so angry that her face was red and her neck was thick.

That's right, Gao Heng just opened his eyes and said nonsense, and he was angry with you! Oh no, pit you to death!

"I'm a dignified Han, how can I be a Japanese slave barbarian!" Gao Heng looked arrogant and sneered, "As for you, if you don't learn and don't know how to do it, you think you can pretend to be an envoy?" But I don't know, the history is like a knife, and every word will punish you. ”

"Xiangguo, in fact, it is quite simple to find out the authenticity, you just need to order someone to check the classics about the Japanese slave country." Gao Heng bowed his hand to Dong Zhuo, and then recited, "In the second year of Emperor Guangwu's establishment of the martial arts, the Japanese slave country paid tribute to congratulate him, making people call themselves doctors, and the extreme southern boundary of the Japanese kingdom was also. Guangwu gave a seal. Its country has no name, and it is willing to be the Han Dynasty, asking for a name, and the Han is short in its people, so it is given to the country. His king asked for a seal again, and Emperor Guangwu gave him the title of King of Japanese Slaves. ”

Tanaka Tiger and the others frowned, what does this mean? Is this proof of one's identity?

Li Ru's face changed greatly.

"The Han Dynasty gave the kingdom of Wa to the ...... Han was short of people, so he gave the ...... of the Wa Kingdom" Looking at the three tigers in front of him, Dong Zhuo laughed a few times, "Okay, good!" ”

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Tanaka Torozan and the others woke up to the crux of the problem, height, their height!

They had subconsciously ignored this fatal weakness before.

In the past, Japanese people were quite short. For example, during World War II, the height of Japanese soldiers was generally about 1.5 meters. And Tanaka Torozo and these veterans are natives of modern times. Because of its rich nutrition and long-term intake of trace elements, the height is generally about 1.7 meters. And Nogi, who is tall and thin, has reached more than 1.8 meters.

It's an absolute bruise!

It was just that no one paid attention to it before, after all, the Wadao Island in the Three Kingdoms era was too backward, and it was often more than ten years or even decades before sending tribute.

Dong Zhuo's power group had always been in Liangzhou and Guanzhong before, so naturally he had not dealt much with the Zhuyi of other countries. But now that Gao Heng has pierced this layer, Dong Zhuo only needs to send someone to check the previous information records to see it at a glance.

"The Japanese slave country has not sent an envoy for more than ten years, and Gu is really almost deceived by you." Dong Zhuo sneered, he wanted to kill someone.

"Xiangguo, I found it. It is recorded in the classics of all dynasties that the Japanese slave people are short for both men and women, and if they are measured in small sizes, they are about five to six feet. Several clerical clerks brought up more than a dozen bundles of bamboo slips.

These bamboo slips all exude a musty smell and are full of dust, and apparently no one has turned them for many years.

"The Japanese slave country has not sent an envoy for more than ten years, and Gu is really almost deceived by you." Dong Zhuo sneered, he wanted to kill someone. As for those bamboo slips, he didn't bother to look at them.

The Han small ruler, one foot is about 23 centimeters, five or six feet, that is, one meter three or four. But looking at the so-called envoys of the Japanese slave country in front of him, except for the strange Japanese costumes, where do they look like the Japanese slaves mentioned in the history books?

Thinking of Gao Heng's previous accusations, it was obvious that they were more like intercepting and killing the real envoys, impostors with ill intentions. Even the identity is fake, and the words of such people are not credible at all.

This...... We, the Japanese who were born and raised in the real bloodline, turned into fakes in the blink of an eye?

Tanaka Tiger and the others faced this killing game laid by Gao Heng, and they felt a little cornered. They have a hundred mouths, and they will definitely not be able to clear their suspicions at this time.

Compared with one-sided words, Dong Zhuo must believe in those historical records that have been handed down for more than a hundred years.

"Baga, Gao Heng, you are so vicious!" All the plans fell through at once, and there was even the danger of death, and Tanaka Torozo was so angry that he lost his mind. Wu Tai even pulled out the sword with red eyes, wanting to kill the other party.

Gao Heng sneered and stood still, without the slightest intention of dodging. This is the Xiangguo Mansion, where the strong gather, dare to do it? Don't you die fast enough?

"Presumptuous!" Dong Zhuo shouted violently, and a wave of his hand surged out, knocking Wu Tai to the ground without any suspense.

"No, Dong Xiangguo, we are by no means fake envoys!" Compared to Tanaka Torozo and Taketa, two teammates who practice bushido, Miyata and Nogi, the two onmyoji, obviously have better brains, but only some.

"We are indeed Japanese slaves, and the reason why we are tall is also because we have Han Chinese blood." Miyata racked his brains and finally came up with a reason that wasn't so bad.

"That's right, degree!" Nogi didn't care about it at this time, even though he had always regarded it as a great shame when he knew the term before. But now in order to survive, shame or something, forget it.

"We have always admired the Celestial Empire, and every year we would send women to the Central Plains to rejoice with the Han people, and then return when we became pregnant to give birth to children, so as to improve our bloodline. We were born from the Du species, so we grew taller than ordinary Japanese slaves, and this is because we have Han Chinese blood in us. ”

"Rape!" The corners of Wu Tai's mouth were bleeding, full of fanaticism, "You are not worthy to be a Yamato person, and you actually betrayed your own nation for your life." ”

Wu Tai spoke Japanese this time, and Dong Zhuo and other plot powerhouses couldn't understand it. Although he disdains the actions of Miyata and Nogi, he will not deliberately harm them.

Nogi and Miyata didn't dare to look at Taketa's eyes, it was too shameful, the men of the Yamato nation had fallen to the point of recognizing a thief as their father!

This is all damn Gao Heng's force, this shame has to be washed away with his blood! Tanaka Husan gritted his teeth stubbornly, he was really afraid that if he looked at Gao Heng again, he would not be able to help but do it, and then he would live up to Miyata and Nogi's painstaking efforts to endure humiliation.

Patience, patience!

Tanaka Torozan felt that time was so difficult, and today, the people of Amaterasu Okami had brought shame on the entire Yamato clan. The pride of the eight million gods, defiled. This is a sin that cannot be atonemented even by seppuku.

"Degree?" Dong Zhuo frowned now, "Is there really such a thing?" (To be continued.) )