Originally, there was indeed the idea of completely destroying the Japanese state, but we had to consider the reality, and now there are some casualties, although they are not much, but they are still thousands of people.

If this style of play continues, tens of thousands of troops may be buried here.

This is the consequence of not understanding war and taking it for granted, Xia Yuan silently reflected on himself, this is his pot.

He is the assistant governor of the conquest of the Japanese army, and has the power and responsibility to restrain the commander-in-chief Zhang Mao, and from this point of view, he has more power than Zhang Mao, the commander-in-chief.

So the responsibility can't be pushed out.

Fortunately, he doesn't know much about war, but he still understands politics, divides, supports, co-opts, and accepts him as a dog.

That's the strategic means he came up with.

It has been used up in later generations, and there is nothing new, but in this era, there is actually nothing new.

The history of China is too long, and the history of strategy and war is incomparably rich, and a model can be found for anything, and any strategy that future generations can think of, if you go to the history books, you can find similar cases.

But it doesn't matter if it's new or not, as long as it works.

Human history has proved again and again that pushing through the old and bringing forth the new is not the secret of victory, but grasping the hearts of the people and grasping the laws of human nature.

And the law of human nature is that even if history proves several times that there is a big hole in front of it, there will still be people who jump into it one after another.

There are more names than dogs in the Wa Kingdom, and Xia Yuan believes that there are many people who are willing to be dogs for Daming.

So Da Ming doesn't have to worry about finding a candidate at all, what he has to worry about is who to choose as this dog.

Before that, the first thing to do is to take the city of Kyoto.

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The army repaired overnight, and the next morning launched a tentative attack from the south gate, and as expected, there were very few defenders in Kyoto Castle, and even civilians could be seen on the castle towers.

The temptation of 5,000 soldiers and horses, Kyoto City is particularly difficult to resist, seeing this, what else to try, the Ming army directly launched a general attack, tens of thousands of troops also launched an offensive against the rest of the city gates, this time, the Kyoto defenders who were already resisting were even more stretched.

In the evening, the fall of Kyoto Castle was announced, the sixteenth year of the Ming Dynasty, the third year of the Yuan Turtle of the Wa Kingdom, no matter which side of the chronology is used, the ninth day of November of this year is a day worth remembering.

The capital of the Wa Kingdom was conquered by enemies from overseas for the first time, and on the day of entering the city, the Ming army routinely slaughtered the city, killing tens of thousands of men in the prime of life of the Wa Kingdom, and plundering countless goods.

In the firelight, in the shouting of killing, Xia Yuan led the people and horses straight to the palace of the Japanese Kingdom, surprisingly, in this Kyoto city broken, there were stalls of the Japanese people running in a hurry everywhere in the city, and the so-called emperor of the Japanese Kingdom did not run away, but stayed in the palace safely.

He knelt in the center of a large hall, dressed in a white middle coat, holding a short knife in his hand and gesturing at his abdomen, facing the direction of the offering table, on which was a memorial tablet, and there were a variety of portraits on the wall, turning a blind eye to the uninvited guests who stepped into the temple behind him.

There were no lights in the hall, and it was past dusk, and there was a trace of desolation in the dim yellow color, and there was some beauty.

The soldiers who poured in tried to take the short knife from his hand to stop him from committing suicide, but Xia Yuan stopped him.

Don't look at this posture, it seems like you want to apologize for your sins in front of your ancestors and die for the country.

But it's just like it, if you want to die, you will die a long time ago, it is not easy to die, a knife pokes down, convulsions and spasms, and then kick up your legs a few times, but a moment of effort can be cut off, and when they attack the palace, all they can see is a corpse that is getting colder.

But now, the emperor is sitting here on his knees, with a short sword in his hand.

That's right, in Xia Yuan's opinion, this is what he is doing, and this emperor doesn't have the courage to die at all.

The short knife in his hand gestured at the abdomen, and he stabbed it several times, but when the tip of the knife poked into the abdomen, the strength immediately softened, and the slightest blood could be seen overflowing, soaking the white clothes red, but they were only skin injuries.

Outside the hall, the sound of a pair of spiked boots stepping on the floor became louder and louder, and the whole ground seemed to shake, and at the same time the sound became more and more chaotic, crying, shouting, wailing, and screaming together.

This means that more and more Ming soldiers are pouring into this palace of the Japanese Kingdom, but there is an eerie tranquility in the palace.

Everyone looked at the man dressed in white in the center of the hall, and the faces changed from a trace of respect at the beginning to disdain and mockery.

If the emperor of the Wa Kingdom really splattered his blood for five steps and died in the country, they would still give a respectful attitude even if they were enemies, but at this time, everyone could see that he was holding a sword and making a gesture.

The mocking gaze was like substance, and even if he didn't look at it, Emperor Go-Kashiwahara could feel it, his eyes tightly closed, his lips kept moving, and he couldn't tell whether he was chattering or spasms caused by being too nervous.

The muscles on his cheeks kept twitching, and the green tendons on his forehead covered with sweat beads burst out, and then he gritted his teeth again and stabbed his abdomen with a short knife.

As the previous times, the moment the tip of the knife touched the abdomen, the force involuntarily softened, but it was deeper than the previous times, and the tip of the knife sank into the abdomen, gurgling blood, but it was far from fatal.

Xia Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Don't be angry, if you really can't do it, please bow your head and surrender, everyone is very busy." ”

He said it casually, and he didn't expect the emperor to respond, after all, people were busy dying, not to mention that he was still speaking Chinese.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the emperor, who had been closing his eyes, turned his head to look at it, and his eyes also opened, so that Xia Yuan could see the appearance of this emperor clearly, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, he was not ugly, nor was he good-looking, if he used an adjective.

Without waiting for him to use adjectives to describe it, the emperor of the Japanese kingdom began to speak, and his voice was very hoarse, "The king of the dead country should thank the world with death." ”

Xia Yuan was stunned when he heard this, because he understood, although the accent was very strange and stiff, it was Chinese.

The rest of the soldiers also looked at each other, what kind of emperor of the Wa Kingdom would still speak Chinese?

After a short period of stunned, Xia Yuan laughed dryly, "Although what you said has a little truth, I want to correct you, first, only Kyoto City is dead now, and the whole country is not dead, and second, you are only a barbarian land, and the word "world" is not worthy of you Japanese people." ”

Hearing this, Hou Baiyuan squirmed his lips a few times, turned his head back, and continued to gesture on his abdomen with a short knife.

"Bang."

The sound of the sword unsheathed sounded, Xia Yuan pulled out the saber on Lao Wang's waist, and then scraped the blade with a few curly blades with his thumb, "I heard that there are a lot of disembowelments in your country, and one of them is called Jiecuo, which refers to the moment when the disembowelment person raises the knife to cut the abdomen, the person who intersects the abdomen is holding a long knife and cutting off the head of the disembowelment.

Since you really can't do it, then why don't you let me be your intermediary, and then you will take care of your own seppuku, as long as you touch your stomach with the tip of a knife, I will cut off your head with a knife, what do you think? ”

Hou Baiyuan's hand moved, he held the short knife in his hand tightly, was silent for a long time, and said as calmly as possible: "Then there is Your Excellency Lao." ”

(End of chapter)