Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

Kyoto is a bustling scene.

Originally, the place was in ruins, but later Toyotomi Hideyoshi came to power and spent a great deal of money to renovate the place and build a new Toei Imperial Palace.

At least, in the eyes of outsiders, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the Sekihaku, is a loyal minister, and among the people, Toyotomi Hideyoshi also has high praise.

On both sides of the street, there are various buildings with Dongying characteristics, and various lanterns are hung in front of the houses.

There used to be an endless stream of vendors on the streets, and from time to time you can still see some people dressed as monks.

But now, it's extremely deserted.

Occasionally, there are samurai and ronin walking on the street, but there is a sad look on their faces.

The reason why this is so is because of a news that has been circulating in Kyoto recently.

Daming brocade guards are coming to Kyoto!

Regarding the brocade guard of the Ming Dynasty, the people of Dongying are no strangers to it now.

For this country across the sea, the place where the legend contains rich treasures, they have long longed for it.

Of course, not to learn, but to encroach.

It was like an invasion of Korea.

There were even many samurai under the command of the daimyo who went to the coast to raid.

The abundance there has been passed down by word of mouth.

In the hearts of many Toei samurai, it would soon become Toei's territory.

But the news from Osaka Castle poured a basin of cold water on everyone's heads.

Tens of thousands of troops were wiped out, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi presented a surrender table and bowed to Chen Chen to the Ming Dynasty.

Now that the Daming brocade guards have come to Kyoto, no one can tell what the purpose is.

Ordinary people have long since taken refuge in their homes.

At this moment, a group of fast horses galloped in the street.

On horseback, a Dongying warrior carried two flags behind his back, and while waving his horsewhip, he hissed and shouted: "The Marquis of Wu'an of the Ming Dynasty is coming!" ”

"Everyone, all out of the city to greet!"

"Whoever doesn't come, die!"

The sound resounded through the streets.

The same scene is being played out on the streets of Kyoto.

There is no shortage of people in this world who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

What's more, for many ronins, whoever gives them money is their master.

For a while, many people walked out of the houses on both sides of the street, looking at their distant backs and looking at each other.

"What he just said is true or false?"

Someone hesitated: "Go out of the city to greet you?" Are we really going? ”

"Humph!" A middle-aged man snorted angrily, "What did he think he was, and he actually asked us to go out of the city to greet him." ”

A peddler whispered, "I've heard that Wu Anhou is a god-like figure who can summon heavenly fire, and the tens of thousands of troops of Lord Guan Bai have been burned to bones. ”

"Those brocade guards are even more ferocious, and Osaka Castle is about to be slaughtered."

"God?"

"Is he really God? What about our gods? ”

Hearing this, everyone around immediately showed a look of fear, and their faces were full of worry.

For the ignorant people, the word "God" is undoubtedly extremely weighty.

After all, in their conception, even the emperor is appointed by God.

"Why don't we go out of the city to meet us?"

"Bastard!"

"You coward!"

As soon as these words came out, a middle-aged samurai on the side immediately scolded angrily and shouted angrily: "You coward, you have tarnished the spirit of the samurai. ”

The vendor who had just opened his mouth was startled, and someone next to him immediately explained: "Both of his sons died outside Osaka Castle." ”

The middle-aged samurai was still scolding and said angrily: "You cowardly cowards, the emperor will definitely punish them." ”

Although Hou Yangcheng is a puppet, this is a matter that belongs to the upper echelons after all.

For the people at the bottom, it still has an extremely lofty status.

The news instantly caused a sensation throughout Kyoto, and almost everyone was talking about it.

The samurai in the restaurants also heard the news.

Someone got up angrily and directly drew his sword and killed the ronin who spread the news.

A group of samurai chatted loudly in the restaurant.

One of them drank a glass of wine and said angrily: "Everyone, what do you think? ”

A samurai carrying two swords on his back had red eyes and said angrily, "Could it be that there is no one in my Dongying?" Let this group of Ming people be so unscrupulous on our territory. ”

It was undoubtedly humiliating to let them all out of the city to greet them.

Naked humiliation!

An old samurai drank a glass of sake, looked around, and sighed: "Ladies and gentlemen, I heard from the general yesterday that two days ago, a Daming Jinyi guard who claimed to be Chai Zhi broke into the palace and told the emperor to let him go out of the city and kneel to welcome the Marquis of Wu'an. ”

"What!?"

The samurai around them suddenly sat up in shock, their faces full of disbelief.

"Is this news true?"

A samurai looked at the man who had just spoken, his expression frozen, as if he wanted to get a different answer from the other person's mouth.

"It's true!"

"This news was said by the general himself, and the general also said that the brocade guard broke into the imperial palace with only one person."

These people are all upper-class samurai, and they are also the henchmen of various daimyo and important ministers, and they naturally know more than ordinary people.

The face of the samurai who had asked earlier turned pale and bloodless.

The audience was stunned.

Throughout the room, there was silence that seemed to be audible about a pin.

A samurai staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes glazed over, as if he had lost his mind.

The expressions on everyone's faces also froze, and they were speechless for a long time.

Shocked, frightened, incredulous, angry, helpless......

All kinds of emotions flooded the face.

"Bastard!"

"How dare he!"

A samurai scolded angrily, pulled out the knife at his waist, and said angrily: "I would rather die in battle than survive!" ”

Everyone was silent, but they all turned their eyes in the direction of the imperial palace.

Will the emperor really go out of the city to greet him?

The moment the sun hung high, the gates of the Imperial Palace opened.

The honor guard belonging to the emperor came out of it.

On either side, there are the Praetorian Guards and the samurai of the Imperial Palace.

Dozens of people carried a giant statue, and through the tulle, one of the figures was faintly visible.

After that, there were a number of ministers from Dongying.

At this moment, all the people who were looking at the Imperial Palace were completely desperate.

If there is resistance, there will never be a guard of honor.

Hou Yangcheng seemed expressionless, but his heart was full of humiliation.

It was not that he did not think about resisting, but after a day and a night, he gave up on the idea.

Death is far more terrible than the loss of dignity.

He knew what that meant.

From now on, the dignity of the royal family will be completely destroyed, and he will be nailed to the pillar of shame and reviled by all the people.

From now on, Dongying will completely become a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, and the people of the entire Dongying will also have a heart of despair.

But even if he resists, will the outcome change?

Just one person, he broke into the imperial palace, as if he was in a no-man's land, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of power the five thousand brocade guards should have.

"Toyotomi Hideyoshi!"

Hou Yangcheng's hatred for Toyotomi Hideyoshi in his heart was a little more.

If he hadn't had to attack North Korea and provoke the Ming Dynasty, there would be no scene today.

Looking at the subjects on the surrounding streets, Hou Yangcheng suddenly felt ashamed.

On the main street, all the people and samurai watched this scene.

At this moment, a man in a samurai uniform and carrying a long sword slowly approached from the front of the street.

His pace was not fast, but he was unusually determined.

In the crowd, someone seemed to recognize him and exclaimed, "He is from the Yanagi family." ”

"Nobuhisa Yagyu!"

"The great swordsman who has traveled all over the world, Yanagi Nobuhisa."

Whispers were heard all around.

"Stop!"

The Praetorian Guards in front immediately scolded, and the samurai around them maintained a posture of holding their swords.

Yanagi Nobuhisa paused, his eyes fell on the figure on the step, and said in a deep voice: "Yanagi Nobuhisa dares to ask His Majesty the Emperor if he wants to go out of the city...... The one who kneels to greet the Ming? ”

Hou Yangcheng's face was iron.

A flash of anger rose in his eyes.

Nobuhisa's words were tantamount to directly unveiling his fig leaf.

Although this matter is already known to everyone, saying it so openly is a direct slap in the face.

How should he answer?

"Presumptuous!"

The samurai leader who was guarding the side shouted angrily, "Yanagi Nobuhisa, pay attention to your attitude. ”

Yanagi Nobuhisa was still expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask Your Majesty, do you want to go out of the city to kneel to welcome the Marquis of Wu'an of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

Hou Yangcheng was completely furious.

The words "kneeling and greeting" are too harsh.

The people of the Great Ming have ripped his face off, and now, Yanagi Nobuhisa is equivalent to stepping his face directly on the ground.

Hou Yangcheng was silent for a moment, and said in a calm tone: "Solve him!" ”

Hearing this, the leader of the guards on the side was stunned for a moment.

Although they scolded Yanagi Nobuhisa, Yanagi Nobuhisa was a sword hero in the world after all, and his fame moved the world, if he was killed here, it would be spread out......

The leader of the guards was still thinking when an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "What are you waiting for?" ”

"Yes!"

The leader of the guards respectfully responded, turned his head to look at Yanagi Nobuhisa in front of him, and said coldly: "Yanagi Nobuhisa, if you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being polite." ”

Yanagi Nobuya didn't say a word, but walked forward and said loudly again: "Dare to ask His Majesty the Emperor, do you want to go out of the city and kneel to welcome the Marquis of Wu'an of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

The leader of the guards waved his hand.

Suddenly, a round of arrows rained down.

The Praetorian Guards in front rushed forward.

The shouts of killing rushed to the sky.

Everyone watched in silence.

A quarter of an hour later, the team set off again.

On the street, a corpse lying in a pool of blood, its eyes wide with rage.

There was a dead silence all around.

The crowd was silent.

I don't know who moved first, and the people on the street followed behind Hou Yangcheng's honor guard.

Huge crowds poured out of Kyoto.

The scene was undoubtedly spectacular.

"Boom!"

Outside the city, on the distant horizon, a black torrent swept in.

The ground was trembling, and the gravel was bouncing on the ground.

The people who had just walked out of the city subconsciously stopped, widened their eyes, and looked into the distance.

At this moment, everyone invariably had a sense of heart.

Suddenly, in the distance, there seemed to be a giant knife exuding an abyss-like aura attacking.

The sky is shattered!

This sword slashed the darkness and the day, and separated the heavens and the earth.

The invisible sword intent swept away.

The arms of all the samurai holding the swords trembled slightly, and the palms resting on the hilt of the swords could no longer move half an inch.

No matter how much they wanted to pull out the knife in their hearts, every time they wanted to put it into practice, their arms would tremble slightly, and their whole body would be weak.

There were also grandmaster-level samurai present, and they were also the pioneers of the sect in Dongying, even if they were the daimyo of a place, they had to be treated respectfully.

But their eyes are now filled with deep horror.

I felt like I had never felt before, as if the sky had fallen.

After a few breaths, the pitch-black torrent rushed in from afar, and then slowed down and rode his horse slowly.

Under the sky, everything is silent!

Only the sound of heavy horses' hooves, like thunder, roared, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

The three-pole flag flutters in the strong wind!

Golden Dragon Banner!

Black Fishstreamers!

A banner with the word "forest"!

And a behemoth - Pixiu!

Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by Pixiu, which exuded a monstrous ferocity.

and Pixiu's back, the grim figure.

As the Jinyi guard approached, the dull coercion also crushed over.

After a long period of killing, Jin Yiwei has already developed a killing aura.

This evil qi is far from comparable to others, not to mention the convergence of five thousand brocade clothes and guards, and the fusion of evil qi is even more impressive.

Some timid people were captured by this momentum, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

Back off!

The crowd was retreating.

Every time the brocade guards took a step forward, the people gathered in front of the city gate took a step back.

Hou Yangcheng sighed lightly and stepped down.

He knew he had no choice.

He straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and slowly ...... Kneeled down.

At the moment of kneeling, he felt a great shame.

The people gathered in the rear were in complete despair.

Watching the emperor who was high in their hearts fall to the ground, there seemed to be something shattered in their hearts.

Sky...... collapsed.

Hou Yangcheng said loudly: "Greeting...... Daming Wu Anhou. ”

As he shouted this, he buried his face deep into the ground.

He had no shame to face his subjects.

The sound of neat horses' hooves trampling the earth was getting closer and closer.

In his vision, a large shadow appeared, and a heavy snort sprayed over his head.

Lin Mang condescendingly looked down at Hou Yangcheng.

He was very satisfied with today's scene.

Go to the army and strategize, attack the heart first!

There are tens of millions of people in the entire Dongying, and it is impossible for him to kill them all.

The best thing to do is to destroy their minds, make them despair, trample their dignity in the mire, break their ridges, and make them never have the heart to resist.

Lin Mang said suddenly: "Kneel down and enter the city!" ”

The sound was not loud, but it clearly fell into the ears of more than 100,000 people outside the city.

Hou Yangcheng was stunned for a moment, and raised his head reluctantly.

Lin Mang glanced at him and said calmly: "What, didn't you hear clearly?" ”

Hou Yangcheng said in a low voice: "I am the emperor of Dongying......"

Lin Mang smiled softly, but there was not the slightest smile in his smile, and he said, "You should be glad that you have this identity, and it is a little useful." ”

Pixiu looked down at Hou Yangcheng with disdain, then stretched out his front hooves and patted him lightly on the head.

Although it was very light, with Pixiu's strength, this time it still directly slapped him into the ground, and he was embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, some people were desperate, some people's eyes were red, and many samurai killed them directly.

Disgrace!

This is a great disgrace.

"Fight with him!"

"Kill him!"

"Let's go together!"

The samurai roared, drawing their swords and slashing.

In an instant, thousands of people roared and killed.

Lin Mang's expression was calm, he stared at the thousands of people who had been killed, and said softly: "Broken! ”

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a dragon's groan.

"Peng!"

"Pemba!"

In an instant, thousands of people exploded in unison, turning into a mist of blood.

Even the sabers in their hands shattered into countless pieces in an instant.

Seeing this scene, everyone who had been filled with anger before instantly calmed down.

Fear spreads.

Lin Mang's face was indifferent, and in a flash, the power of heaven and earth suddenly descended.

The rules of power flow!

Rumble!

In the void, the power of heaven and earth converged, as if a giant mountain fell from a height of ten thousand zhang, covering a radius of dozens of miles.

Before they had time to react, the crowd was directly pressed to their knees by this force.

For a time, more than 100,000 people knelt in front of the city gate, trembling.

Someone tried to struggle to get up, but as soon as his body moved, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Lin Mang patted Pixiu lightly and slowly entered the city.

"Whoever remains in the city, not one will be left!"