Tens of thousands of soldiers were approaching the city, and it was already possible to imagine the panic of the Japanese people in the city at this time.

And for the Ming army, it seemed easy to storm the city, because there were not many guards to be seen on the towers.

But at this time, the army did not rashly attack the city, even if there were not many defenders, they should be cautious, in case the city is full of old six, waiting for the Yin people.

And in the past few days, he has fought a few battles with the Japanese people, and the three-eyed magic weapon of the Ming Dynasty is too backward in Xia Yuan's opinion, but the firearms of the Japanese are much more advanced.

That's right, the Japanese also have firearms.

It's just that the number is very small, and it is more primitive, more backward, the Ming Dynasty's fire gun is an arquebus, even if it will not be eliminated by the times in the next three or five hundred years, and the folk can be used as a salute for a red and white wedding event, and there is a place to use.

And in the hands of the Japanese is a musket.

If the musket is the original version of the firearm, then the arquebus is the advanced version of the two-point, which is naturally more powerful and more convenient to use, at least relatively speaking, more convenient than the musket.

Not to mention the expedition to the Japanese country, but also brought countless explosives bags, these things can be said to come in handy, every time there is a war, light the lead and throw it into the pile of people on the opposite side, with a boom, accompanied by firelight, it can always blow up a piece.

This thing is a simple version of a grenade, with nails and chips added to it.

Rao has the advantage in weapons, and Rao has won every time, but casualties are inevitable.

There are many fierce people among the Japanese people, when they are holding knives, or holding other weapons, shouting in an incomprehensible language, although they will not be willing to fall under the muzzle, or on the way to the charge by the burst of fire from the explosives bag, but still will cause casualties to the Ming soldiers.

This kind of scene has happened too many times these days, and this kind of almost suicidal charge has encountered a lot, and the Ming army also has a trace of respect for it.

These people are indeed worthy of admiration, this has nothing to do with the family and country, it has nothing to do with the race, it just comes from the most primitive touch in the depths of the human heart, but no matter how much they admire, they should be killed or killed, and they can't be soft at all.

This is war, and war can honor the enemy, but it must not have mercy on the enemy.

And this is the capital of the Wa Kingdom, how many people will be like this who are not afraid of death?

And how much resistance will there be in the city?

Xia Yuan's expectations were not much, but Zhang Mao, as the commander, did not dare to be careless at all, and while releasing scouts to inquire about the news, he chose a high-lying wilderness for the soldiers to camp.

Although the multi-day march and battle robbed a large amount of wealth and vented the ugliness of human nature in the captured cities, fatigue was inevitable.

Even Xia Yuan, who has fine skin and tender meat, has also changed a lot of vicissitudes in the wind and dust and cold weather for many days.

In the camp, bonfires were set up one after another, and the soldiers buried themselves in pots to cook, and if you ignore the groans of the wounded soldiers and the smell of blood wafting in the air, this scene is very much like a large-scale picnic.

Countless soldiers sat around the bonfire, some stirring the rice porridge in the pot with spoons, and some telling the surrounding robes about the experience of slaughtering the city, which caused bursts of laughter from time to time.

On the cruel battlefield, one cruel act after another was done, and this is really a test of human nature.

Thankfully, these people can still laugh when they talk about it.

But the laughter in this is really laughing, or is it covering up the numbness.

Perhaps only they know.

Xia Yuan sat by the bonfire and looked at the fire as if he was in a trance, there were a few chickens on the bonfire, I don't know which nearby village they snatched from them, and the slightest grease made a sizzling sound under the scorching flames.

Wang Shouren was roasting the chicken with a focused expression, he was very focused in everything he did, even if he threw explosives bags into the pile, he looked focused.

Zhu Houzhao was also sitting next to him, drawing circles on the ground with a branch, muttering something in his mouth, and Xia Yuan didn't deliberately listen, but he still heard a few words when he got closer, and it was something that didn't make sense, and the preface didn't match the afterword.

Zhu Houzhao yearns for the battlefield and war, and even now, when everyone is almost tired and numb, there is still light in his eyes, but no matter how you say it, this guy is just a teenager.

These days, he has seen countless killings and blood, and countless hellish scenes on earth, but he can still maintain the brilliance in his eyes, not become numb, and retain his enthusiasm for war.

It has something to do with these occasional fragments, although few people can understand what he is talking about, but for him, this way can be cathartic.

The chicken was quickly cooked, emitting a burst of aroma of cooked meat, Wang Shouren pinched the skin and looked at it, making sure it was cooked, then took one of them off, looked sideways at Zhu Houzhao, and shouted softly: "Your Highness." ”

Zhu Houzhao stopped his thoughts in an instant, took the roast chicken, broke off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wang Shouren took another one, and then handed it to Xia Yuan, "Teacher." ”

“.”

Xia Yuan didn't say anything, took the roast chicken, tore the burnt skin with his hands, and took a bite, the chicken was sprinkled with salt grains and some spices, the taste was not delicious, but it was not unpalatable, he chewed in his mouth, and suddenly said vaguely: "When we capture the capital of the Japanese people, let's discuss the battle plan again." ”

Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao chewed the chicken in his mouth three or two times, swallowed it, then looked at him, and after a while asked, "Renegotiate?" ”

"Hmm."

Xia Yuan snorted, and continued: "I'm tired." ”

In later generations, there was a disease called post-war traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD for short, and he did not know what the symptoms were, but it was always related to the war.

He suspected that he was suffering from this disease, and it was he who was impassionedly shouting that he wanted to destroy his country and destroy his species, but these days he has witnessed the slaughter of the city one after another.

Although there is that part. Whether it is nationalism or hatred of his family and country, he comforts himself with these, telling himself that he deserves it, and he is just helping his former and future compatriots collect debts.

But these days, his emotions are very depressed, getting heavier and heavier day by day, depressed and heavy for no reason.

Thinking like a tide, growing like a weed, he is homesick, he misses the little camellia at home, he thinks about the grass and trees of Daming, the big man is homesick outside, maybe a little hypocritical, not to mention that he has a clearer cognition than anyone else, and knows what he is doing this time and what the purpose is.

But he just can't control it, and he wants to think about it.

"Moreover, we waited for the soldiers to be fast, and it took more than a month to hit the capital of the Wa Kingdom, but it was a god speed, and it took more than a month, and now, many of the Wa chieftains in the Wa Kingdom should know the news, if they use the attitude of capturing a city without sealing the sword, although it can play a deterrent role, but it is very likely"

As he was talking, Zhang Mao hurriedly walked over, saluted Zhu Houzhao with his fists, and then spoke: "Your Highness, there is an envoy from the Japanese Kingdom sent in the city, does Your Highness want to summon him?" ”

Zhu Houzhao knew that this so-called summoning was a scene, but in fact, he was asking himself to act as a translator, and after thinking about it, he looked at Xia Yuan, "Master, do you say we see or not?" ”

"See, why don't you see it, just listen to what the envoy of this Japanese country wants to say."

PS: Happy holidays, brothers, this is not a holiday, I went out for a walk yesterday, I didn't grasp the time, I came back late, today two more, the one that owes will make up for the brothers tomorrow.

[Anyway, I still want to take a leave of absence on May Day.] 】

(End of chapter)