In Dong Chaopu's incomprehensible gaze, Meguro Nenghuo once again pressed down his command knife slightly. The battle formation, with a short spear in hand, once again took a small step forward. He pressed down slightly, and the team let out a neat cheer again.

Finally found a unified battle frequency with himself, and seeing that his morale had risen, he finally swung the command knife heavily.

"Onward!"

At the sound of an order, a team of more than sixty people rushed forward from the middle, and four people in a row rushed into the courtyard at a trot. After each team was in place, it quickly turned into a defensive posture, and when the three squads arrived, it reverted to a horizontal team of twelve people.

Almost at the same time, Dong Chaopu nodded, and the one hundred and twenty black-clothed soldiers in the Xiaolou Yongdao also moved. They were more low-key than the ronin corps, with almost no commanding voices, and everyone quickly found their place in front of the small building, and they also lined up in four rows of fifteen people.

Meguro, who originally thought that he would have to search again, was even happier in his heart, brandished a long knife, and took the lead to meet him. Who knew that the short distance between these two groups of people became the longest ten meters of this group of ronins, and it also became the last ten meters of their lives.

The ronin, who had already started running, could only hear the sound of a dense fire bolt in his ears, and without looking back, he could see the figures in front of him and his companions flying backwards. Meguro, who rushed to the front, was shot the most, but he was half-kneeling with a katana.

The process even took less than a few breaths.

Originally, this kind of small team battle also had a process of evenly matched, losing more than half of the losses, and holding on to a complete collapse. What Meguro didn't expect was that his elite team was completely defeated almost instantly, and there was not even a single one who escaped.

The Ronin Corps, which was still in high spirits just now, instantly turned into wounded people rolling all over the ground, wailing in pain. Only then did they see another group of black-clothed soldiers standing on both sides of the gate with knives and guns. But at this time, this group of black-clothed soldiers became the god of death who harvested their lives.

The lethality and accuracy of the current bullets are still too weak, and many people are only shot in the body and legs, covering their wounds and wailing in the blood. The black-clad army with swords and guns was like an emotionless killing machine. In groups of three, they will pass one by one. The farther you go, the less wailing there is, and the quieter the courtyard becomes.

When the long knife was about to fall on Meguro Nori's neck, Tsuruhime, who was standing outside the gate, finally spoke.

"Please also ask your subordinates to stay, the third daughter of the Tokugawa Iemitsu family, Tsuruhime, please see the master of your mansion."

Dong Chaopu and He Renlong, who were standing in front of the small building with their hands behind their backs, pouted. It's really the same as His Majesty the Emperor said, the Dongying who has been hurt is a polite Dongying person. With a wave of their hand, they let the soldier who was about to slash Meguro on the neck retreat.

Zhu Youjian stood on the second floor and said loudly:

"Why is it that every time you welcome a guest, you get bloody, and if it goes on for such a long time, how can you let your host entertain guests at home. I don't know, I thought we were a black shop with human meat buns. Lao Wu, Lao Wu, don't get some water to wash the floor, hurry up and invite our God of Wealth lady in. ”

After such a long period of experience in various situations, Zhu Youzhen was finally able to endure this kind of bloody atmosphere and corpses all over the ground.

Tsuruhime was about to walk in when the main entrance was quickly closed. The doorman appeared at the side door again. "The noble lady still can't get in?" At this time, Menzi's obscenity was gone, and only his face was full of unhappiness.

"If you want to go in, please go here, don't let the owner find trouble below, if you come back another day, then please be early."

As he spoke, he prepared to close the door. Tsuruhime bit her lip, but still with a smile on her face, she walked to the side door. Menzi made a gesture to invite in, and at the same time was still chattering there:

"I can't get used to these people breaking the door at every turn, so I opened the door. How can a gate cost more than a dozen taels of silver, this is all wrong? ”

He didn't look at Tsuruhime who was following behind, and walked in front of him by himself, and carefully bypassed the blood puddle on the ground. The soldier next to him was holding a bucket and splashing water on the ground, and when he saw it, he scolded loudly:

"Watch your eyes, don't you see a noble man walking? Splash the dirty blood and splash it on the clothes of the nobles, and be careful about your skin. ”

I passed through the blue brick square in front of the building, bypassed the corridor next to the small second floor, passed through a few moon gates, and then came to an open Buddhist hall. Except for a life-size statue of Guanyin in the center against the wall, all that remains is a smooth, polished wooden floor.

A young man in his mid-twenties sat on the floor with a low table in front of him with a stove for boiling water and some tea sets. Tsuruhime looked at it, walked to the front of the low table in small steps, pulled up the wide sleeves of his kimono with his hand, and began to boil water and make tea.

"Being able to cook tea for the royal family of the Ming Dynasty is also the luck of the concubines."

Zhu Youzhen watched Crane Ji smoothly push a cup of clear tea in front of him. Only then did he pick up a cup of tea and sniff it next to his nose. Tsuruhime sat sideways, and from the wide sleeves, the snow white and red in her arms flashed from time to time.

Looking at Zhu Youzhen's gaze, instead of getting angry, Heji leaned forward in front of Zhu Youzhen.

"Compared to the body of the concubine, I don't know if it's worth the two thousand taels of gold?"

Zhu Youzhen was a little caught, but he was not ashamed.

"Those two thousand taels are the gold that bought land from the Korean country, what does it matter to me?"

"That son won't be a concubine's subordinates, it's all such useless goods."

Only then did Zhu Youzhen put away his gaze, knocked on the low table with the gold-painted folding fan in his hand and said:

"Even if there are people, how many can there be? Did Tokugawa Iemitsu still have the leisure to send his own army to Korea to trouble the Ming Dynasty? ”

Tsuruhime looked at him with interest.

"The concubine is just a worthless daughter, but she is also the face of the Tokugawa family. Even if the emperor of the Ming Dynasty came, he was only worthy of the respect of Lord Tokugawa, provoking the anger of the Ming Dynasty and Dongying, and I don't know if the thin shoulders of the son can bear it. ”

Zhu Youzhen pointed to lying on a simple stretcher not far from the door,

"Don't you know if you can resist or not?"

"What's more, do you really know the situation your father is facing right now? If the monkey is still in the prime of life, maybe we should really think about it. But do you really think your father still has the leisure to look overseas? ”

From the time she entered the door to now, Tsuruhime felt a little flustered for the first time. She didn't know who the person across from her was. But this does not prevent the other party's words from setting off huge waves in his heart.

After so many years, outsiders don't know that he who often shows people in a mask is really the person who does the most dirty work in the Tokugawa Iemitsu family. It was precisely because of this that she knew that this young man, whether guessing or analyzing, had such a correct understanding of the current predicament of the Tokugawa family. After the Battle of Wenlu Qingchang, that is, the Wanli Korean War in the mouth of the Ming Dynasty, the current Dongying no longer has any strength to use troops abroad. Even so, it was already at a loss to deal with the domestic peasant uprisings that were going on one after another in the country.

"Don't you know what a respected country Daming is." Tsuruhime said with a stiff neck.

"If the business group of the Ming Dynasty is like this led by Your Excellency, I am afraid that the Ming Dynasty will not be in the other four seas because of respect as submission."

Zhu Youzhen shook his head, stood up, bypassed the short table and turned in front of Heji, looked down at her from top to bottom, and said word by word:

"You're wrong."

"Actually, it's not you, it's almost all of you in Dongying who are wrong, and Daming has never been respected by foreigners."

"Da Ming...... It's for foreigners to ...... Fearful! ”

In Tsuruhime's puzzled gaze, Zhu Youzhen stretched out his hand and patted Tsuruhime's shoulder, who was a little stunned.

"Your father's decision was the right one. Many people don't understand what he meant by seclusion. You can tell him that a child of the Ming Imperial Family understands and supports his decision. As for the matter of gold, you were originally carrying a pig's head to worship the temple gate, and you mentioned the wrong thing and the wrong person. Daming is actually your biggest trader. I'm going to be in Hanyang for a while, and if you can, you can ask for formal trade between the two sides, and that's not better than you having a little fight in North Korea?" ”

"Look, is this advice and help of mine more valuable than full gold?"