Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

After hearing Zhu Gaoxu's words, Jiang Xinghuo didn't react at all. He blinked slightly, feeling a little lost.

How should I tell the people of this era about the story that will happen in the future?

If we say that two hundred years later, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who unified Japan, would use the huge amount of money paid by the Mori clan who surrendered to him to launch the Imjin Japanese Rebellion.

And because Zhang Juzheng transformed the newly resurrected Ming Dynasty, this one of the "Three Major Conquests of Wanli" with the highest military expenditure and the most tragic casualties would consume a lot of national power.

Even because the elite frontier troops of Liaodong suffered heavy losses in Li's Korea, they had to give Nurhachi the title of General Longhu of the second rank. They sat back and watched as Hou Jin annexed the entire Haixi Jurchen except for the Ye He tribe, paving the way for the final demise of the Ming Dynasty amid internal and external troubles. Foreshadowing.

If you continue to look toward the more distant future, you will see that these mineral deposits have contributed every last drop of blood to the formation of the Japanese nation-state and its initial industrialization.

What's next?

Noon in late summer and early autumn is the most charming season when the warmth and cool breeze are the most charming.

However, just under the old crooked neck tree, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly shuddered.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was still chirping, stopped talking.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at Jiang Xinghuo, lowered his rough voice, and asked as 'gently' as possible.

"Mr. Jiang, you look a little sad?"

Li Jinglong seemed to feel this silent silence and the deepest grief that the silence represented.

Li Jinglong raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Xinghuo. The joking look on his handsome face faded, and he became slightly solemn.

A gust of wind blew by, and a few fallen leaves swirled down, and one of them landed in front of Jiang Xinghuo.

One leaf falls and the world knows autumn.

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a while, and then he spoke. Unknowingly, his voice was a little hoarse.

"If I say, what if, what if, in the future, the city under our feet and the descendants living in this city will be slaughtered by Japanese slaves, and the entire city will become a ghost on earth, will you believe it?"

Zhu Gaoxu shook his head, but his expression showed obvious hesitation.

Japan was a small country and a weak country. Although the Japanese slaves were fierce and cunning, they were nothing more than clowns in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty.

If the Ming Dynasty did not attack them, how could they dare to cross the sea and capture the capital of the Ming Dynasty, or even massacre the entire city?

Why? Do they think they can only carry tens of thousands of armors in the whole country? Or is it their long swords that are useless in the battle formation? Or is it because of their pitifully short heights and horses?

The three guards of any Sai King in the Ming Dynasty, coupled with the surrounding coordinated border troops, can easily defeat the entire Japanese army on the plains.

Zhu Gaoxu is convinced of this.

"But why did I hesitate?" This thought suddenly flashed through Zhu Gaoxu's mind.

After thinking about it again and again, this hesitation probably stems from my almost unconditional belief and admiration for Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Xinghuo's narration continued, his tone extremely calm.

“In this city, the Japanese slaves would burn and plunder everything they could see. As for the methods of killing, they could light fires and burn them alive; strip naked and push them into the icy water of the Yangtze River to freeze to death; or shoot them directly. Or arbitrary ropes.”

"There was also a killing competition between two small Japanese slave schools to see who could kill a hundred Han people first. Their Di newspaper published this news specifically for this purpose. Later, the result of the competition was that there was no winner. Because they couldn’t determine who got to the 100th kill first, they decided to change the rules of the game to 150 kills.”

Zhu Gaoxu clenched his fists.

If there were descendants of their own here, would they resent their ‘ancestors’ for not doing something in time if they knew what was happening today?

In an instant, Zhu Gaoxu no longer wanted to trust Jiang Xinghuo unconditionally.

How I wish this was false.

Li Jinglong was thinking solemnly.

As a military sage on paper, he has his own unique insights into war, and he also has an unusual indifference to human life.

The argument that Japan is difficult to fight is only based on the Ming army's lack of experience in cross-sea operations and the huge storm that can destroy any fleet.

But on the other hand, if Japan has a large navy and avoids the storm.

Is Japan's invasion of the Ming Dynasty not as impossible as imagined?

After thinking about this, Li Jinglong, who had experienced a future spoiler on the painting boat, suddenly realized a deeper level, which was slightly different from Zhu Gaoxu's idea, and he asked hesitantly.

"Is what Jiang Lang said about the Ming Dynasty or a more distant future?"

"The more distant future, the future that you are destined to never see." Jiang Xinghuo replied.

"Feel sorry."

Li Jinglong was silent for a few moments, and then said: "I can't be sure whether this is the future, and I can't empathize with it."

Jiang Xinghuo didn't seem very surprised. After all, this matter was destined to be something that people of this era could not believe and couldn't relate to.

He planned to skip the topic and continue talking.

However, at this moment, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly spoke.

"After listening to Mr. Jiang's story, even though I didn't feel the same way, I felt a little sad for some reason."

Zhu Gaoxu hesitated for a moment and then said: "I didn't know how to describe this kind of sadness for a while. Until just now, I thought of the three most appropriate words - empty sadness!"

Could it be? Li Jinglong looked at Zhu Gaoxu with some surprise.

Zhu Gaoxu said in a deep voice: "The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved! The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed?"

Li Jinglong was stunned for a moment and asked immediately.

"So Mr. Jiang feels as humiliated, powerless, and angry as when Yue Wumu wrote this poem?"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded.

The moment Jiang Xinghuo nodded, Li Jinglong suddenly felt that he believed it.

Li Jinglong couldn't explain why he believed the future described by Jiang Xinghuo.

But the sadness that seemed to be stagnant in the air reminded him all the time that it might be true.

"What happened next?"

Li Jinglong swallowed and asked cautiously.

"In that future that we are destined not to see, will the Japanese slaves be like the Jin and the Mongols, enslaving the Han people again for hundreds of years?"

"How could this be?"

Zhu Gaoxu frowned when he heard this and immediately refuted in a rough voice.

"Emperor Taizu Gao swore to fight for the Northern Expedition. There was one sentence that was indistinguishable from Han Zhou's statement in the Southern Song Dynasty. It was this sentence - Heaven's way will be restored, China will have its justice, people's hearts will obey, and every man will take revenge!"

"A son of the Han family is bloody, how can he endure the bullying of foreigners?"

"In the Jin Dynasty, Yue Wu and Mu Zhuangzhi were hungry for Hulu meat, and in the Yuan Dynasty, Taizu Emperor Gao cleaned up the old mountains and rivers from scratch. This is the future. How could there not be a good man who is determined to die and try to mend the cracks in the sky? "

Zhu Gaoxu's lifelong culture is obviously condensed in these few sentences.

"Will anyone step forward?"

Both of them fell silent and looked at Jiang Xinghuo expectantly. After all, he was the one who could predict the future.

Even though he was as confident as Zhu Gaoxu, he felt a little uneasy at this time.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't say yes or no, but took a deep breath and chanted.

"Don't you see, the army of the Han Dynasty is over, and the weak crowns are tied to the prisoners, please grow tassels."

"Don't you see, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!"

"A man should be in a dangerous career, why should he let a scholarly scholar ruin his life?"

"Kuang Nai's country is in danger as if it were full of eggs, and the feathers are competing with each other without stopping!"

"Abandon my pen of old, and keep my pen of war."

"More than 100,000 comrades can be called upon to sing war songs and join the army together."

"Come together and join the army to cleanse yourself from the dust!"

"Swear to sweep away Japanese slaves without caring about your own safety!"

"——Don't take care of yourself!"

After listening to this long and short sentence with a strange rhythm, the two of them froze in place, unable to let go for a long time.

They seemed to see countless students in the classroom who were immersed in studying one moment, and the next moment they were wearing military uniforms and fighting bloody battles with Japanese slaves. Most of them, their young faces had lost their color forever and turned gray, but they still fell unyieldingly towards the enemy.

"What a line that swears to wipe out the Japanese slaves without caring about their own lives, and a generous and tragic song, which is not inferior to the line in "Yan Ge Xing", 'You will never care about your honor in death's sake'!"

Li Jinglong exhaled and sighed: "It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise it would be a big mistake!"

The blood in Zhu Gaoxu's chest surged, and he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, as if he was elated.

Unexpectedly, he startled several fat birds sleeping in the old crooked neck tree.