Fan Zhuoyuan looked at each other with a smile, but nodded slightly, "It seems that you are going to drink the wine of the national funeral." ”

The other party nodded again and again, "Japan...... Japan is small but not humble, weak but not afraid of strong, rude and insulting neighbors, greedy and clumsy, but also perish! ”

Listening to the samurai's wagging tail and begging for mercy, the samurai waiting for seppuku beside him didn't make a sound.

On the contrary, the onlookers were greatly despised, and they sneered and cursed.

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded and said, "Not bad!" I didn't expect you to read Han Feizi and know such truths. ”

The warrior's eyes were full of fear, and there was a dog-like smile on his face, "In the future, I have always worshiped the doctrine of the Heavenly Empire, and in the past, it was lard that blinded my head, but today under the guidance of the general, I finally opened my mind, and I wish to be loyal to the kingdom and the general forever!" ”

"Very good, the generals need talents like you who can be civil and martial, go and drink the state funeral wine, and in the future, you will serve as a centurion under the general, and the security of Kyoto will be handed over to you."

When the other party heard it, there was a reward, and he was in charge of public security in Kyoto!

He is just the patriarch of a small family, with no soldiers and no power, and many times he may not even be able to eat enough, and he often has to blackmail some businessmen to make a living, and even some businessmen with big wealthy families behind him dare not offend.

I didn't expect today's move to turn over my salted fish! If you knew it, you would have betrayed the country earlier!

Immediately, without hesitation, he kowtowed a few more times, ran back to his original position triumphantly, poured the wine of the national funeral, and drank it in public.

Along the way, the sound of insults was endless.

The samurai, who had drunk the wine of the state funeral, swept away his previous despair and depression, and looked at the person who had just insulted him.

"Since you are so mindful of the righteousness of your family and country, then drink the wine of martyrdom! Why don't you dare to drink it!

In fact, you are not the same, you are all a group of gutless rats, what qualifications do you have to scold me?

Besides, what's wrong with Han Feizi's words, Japan humiliates a big country with a small country, and it deserves to be destroyed!

What's so bad about perishing?! can be merged into the Celestial Empire, in the future, we will all be the people of the Celestial Empire, the nobles of China, wouldn't our identity be more noble than the disdainful Di? ”

These few words directly hit back at the weakness of the people who had insulted the samurai, they did not drink the poisoned wine in the first place, and of course they did not have the courage at this time.

Especially some people still have ideas, seeing that it is still beneficial to join the Yuan army early, so why should they die in vain? In this way, not only will the family not get any benefits, but it is also likely to be liquidated in the future.

The more they thought about it, the more people hesitated, and the more people got up to drink the wine of national mourning.

The samurai looked at the changes of everyone triumphantly, there is a kind of I surrendered not my fault, you see, everyone has surrendered, since they are all greedy for life and afraid of death, no one can despise anyone!

Then facing Fan Zhuoyuan, he was about to bow, but he felt that his heart was inappropriate, so he hugged his hands together and bowed down.

He smiled and said: "General, my subordinates will be determined to pacify the law and order in Japan in the future, and they will do their best to die!" Don't dare to have two hearts! Otherwise, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed! ”

Fan Zhuoyuan was very satisfied with the other party's leading effect, nodded slightly, turned around, and looked at the other warriors.

Hurriedly several more warriors knelt down towards him to express their allegiance, and Fan Zhuoyuan smiled at them all and gave him the corresponding official position.

Seeing this, the rest did not have any psychological burden, and decisively followed the allegiance together, and this kind of later surrender naturally did not have the treatment of surrendering first, and were arranged to work under the hands of those who surrendered first, so that they could check and balance each other, and only as conquerors could they obtain the greatest benefits in the middle.

These samurai, who were fierce at the beginning, gave up their integrity one by one, and then their integrity was no longer valuable.

Only a few brainless people at the scene cried a few times and committed suicide by drinking poisonous wine, and most of them silently drank the wine of national mourning.

Fan Zhuoyuan returned to his seat, "Very good, good birds choose trees to perch, you are all far-sighted people, who have contributed to the destruction of Japan, and you should leave a monument and engrave your name for future generations." ”

As he spoke, he took out the four treasures of the study, asked everyone to write their names, and then asked them to hand them over to the craftsman who carved the monument outside.

With the previous compromise, even if this step was unacceptable, they all pinched their noses and recognized it.

Leaving such a shameful name, I am afraid that in the future, in order not to disgrace the descendants in the future, I will definitely go all out to help the Yuan army suppress the rebels in the rest of the region, and then completely push back the wheel of history to accelerate the merger of Japan and China.

At this time, the monument was almost finished, and Fan Zhuoyuan asked the scene to be cleaned up, and all the corpses were moved out.

Then he continued to dance and play music, and the Japanese-style dance music, about like the song "Cherry Blossoms" in a slow tone, seemed really mournful, and immediately made the national mourning more worthy of the name.

After the banquet, Fan Zhuoyuan led everyone out to watch the monument stand in the ground and fix it at the gate of the palace city, showing the great exploits of Fan Jiajun as a conqueror to the whole of Japan, and officially burying the country of Japan into the grave of history.

After everyone saluted the monument, Fan Zhuoyuan ordered everyone to disperse.

Jiyin's body was taken away by the abbot of Honganji Temple and brought all the way back to the mountain behind Honganji Temple, where he was buried with Hojo Nagahide and his wife, Hitoshi Kagaii's senior brothers.

Jingjing Ren knelt in front of the tomb, everything he experienced today, that kind of shame and that kind of grief, like a heart-devouring Gu, gnawed at his heart all the time.

He pulled out his hidden family heirloom knife and stood in front of the tombstone, facing a maple tree.

This stagnant stillness lasted for a long time, and under the great grief and hatred, he felt as if he could abandon everything, no, or he had already lost everything.

Seven years ago, when the Yuan army first conquered Japan, his family was all slaughtered by the Yuan army on Tsushima Island.

In this second anti-Yuan war, his friends, elders, lovers, senior brothers, and masters all died at the hands of Yuan Kou.

What is there to worry about in this world now?

Since there is none, between heaven and earth, I am alone.

He closed his eyes, feeling the thoughtless state of mind that Master had mentioned, and his hands were slowly holding the famous sword.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as red as blood, and he slashed out with all his might, like a purple lightning split!

The power of this knife is no worse than that of his master!

With just one blow, not only did the hundred-year-old maple tree split in two, but the furious sword also cut an extremely deep sword mark from the ornamental stone behind the tree!

Kagami Ren let out a long breath of turbidity, turned his back to the tombstone and said, "Master, senior brother...... Wu Nian slashed with a knife, and I have completely mastered it...... But it came at a price I would never want to pay. ”

After sighing these words, Jingjing Renna returned the knife to the sheath, and looked at the bluestone that had just been chopped off.

At this moment, his expression froze, and then distorted.

The knife mark on the chest of his senior brother Hojo Nagahide suddenly appeared in his mind, and he involuntarily pushed back the process of splitting the knife mark.

Previously, he had not yet cultivated to the ground, but now, he gradually coincided with the state of the master and himself who had slashed out of the state of thoughtlessness.

Only such a knife can cut out such an injury.

So...... Kagami Ren shook his head frantically and painfully, smiled and said, "Impossible, I must have thought too much." ”