Chapter 695: The Rage of the Nobles (3rd update, please subscribe)

For a group of former warriors who have been laid off and have no food or clothing, they are absolutely unwilling to miss any opportunity to turn things around.

Gambling nature!

It's part of human nature, and the Japanese prefer to gamble.

On January 20, when many people in Hiroshima were still immersed in the grief of the death of their loved ones and were terrified by Britain's brutal interference, a group of ronin samurai attacked the military camp of Hiroshima garrison late at night. The few hundred soldiers left in the camp were no match for those samurai. They simply killed some soldiers who tried to resist with knives, and then the soldiers left in the camp surrendered.

After seizing the arsenal, thousands of ronin led by Gao Tengjingyi entered Hiroshima city directly with the weapons stolen from the arsenal.

At about 3 a.m. in Hiroshima, most people in the city were asleep. But not everyone was asleep.

After venting his inner dissatisfaction and anger on the prostitute, Shinji Sato had just returned home at about this time. His so-called home was actually just a small room in the attic. After being laid off as a member of the samurai class, in order to make a living, he, like other samurai, sold the so-called "Gold and Salary Bonds" at a low price to merchants and loan sharks.

He even sold his ancestral house, and now he and his family just live in a roadside attic. Although he was still a little drunk, he still heard footsteps on the roadside.

"Why are there so many people on the road at this hour?"

Out of curiosity, Sato Shinji gently opened the small attic window and through the morning light, he saw hundreds of people carrying rifles on the road, marching forward, and the footsteps were made by them.

Who were they? They were obviously not soldiers, because they were not wearing uniforms. Some wore kimonos, while others wore suits, but most of them looked a little shabby.

"Why is that guy Jin Teng also there?"

When he saw a few familiar faces in the crowd, Shinji Sato immediately widened his eyes and looked at the people on the road in surprise. Then, in the moonlight, he saw the flags they were holding.

"Follow the will of Heaven and quell the rebellion, and punish the traitors!"

Looking at the big words written on the white flag, Shinji Sato jumped up excitedly. He didn't care about hitting his head on the roof and shouted excitedly.

"Yo, that's great, we're really doing it."

Then he immediately rummaged through the drawers to find his knife and rushed to the street desperately.

"I am Sato Shinji, a member of the Choshu clan!"

"Hey, it's Sato, come join us, we want to restore Japan's traditions and fight against the traitors."

When Chikato Ichiro saw Shinji Sato, he shouted at him.

We need to restore Japan’s traditions. What traditions should we restore?

Of course, it was the tradition of the samurai ruling the country! Once this tradition was restored, they would go from being a downtrodden noble family that no one looked down upon to being the high and mighty samurai lords they were in the past.

Just thinking about that kind of day makes people excited. Why do those peasants look down on them?

They are simply a bunch of ignorant guys!

Well, now is the time to regain what the nobles have lost.

Hiroshima is a very prosperous city. Many unemployed former samurai have to work in bathhouses, restaurants, factories, etc. to make a living. After they woke up from their sleep, they saw this scene on the street and were all very excited. They took out their long-forgotten samurai swords and shouted to join the team.

How could they not be elated?

After all, they have a chance to take back what they lost.

By the time they dragged the county governor out of the house, the team had already reached 4,000 to 5,000 people. People who were awakened from their sleep stood dumbfounded on the roadside or looked at the samurai from the windows. As for the "patrolmen", the so-called police, they were all in a panic when faced with the rebellious samurai and hid back in their homes.

As more and more people joined, some chaos naturally occurred. Many ronin took the opportunity to attack their former creditors and robbed the shops and homes of those loan sharks.

After all, what they need is not only to take it back, but also to vent. They need to vent the pain that has been suppressed deep in their hearts for these years.

In the past few years, no one has looked up to them, and they even have to do very menial jobs to survive.

Why are those damn guys all on top?

To retaliate, to vent.

In the house of Nomura, the largest loan shark in Hiroshima, the cries of women and the roars of soldiers were heard everywhere. They dragged the women into the room with a grin, and vented their bestial desires amid the women's cries and struggles.

There were many banknotes, silver dollars and gold coins scattered on the ground, which they had just stolen.

Nomura, the major shareholder of Kangyo Bank and the largest loan shark in Hiroshima, who was tied up by the rebel soldiers, looked at these wanton warriors and said.

"Don't you damned guys know there is law? If you kill me, no one will let you go..."

Before Nomura could continue speaking, a loud slap was slapped on the face. While he was dazed, Sato Shinji stepped forward and slapped him hard again, saying loudly.

"Nomura, you damned fellow, you used loan sharks to defraud us of so much money. In order to repay your debt, I even sold my daughter to a brothel. You, a despicable fellow, took advantage of our most miserable time to tamper with us. Now it's time for us to take revenge."

Shinji Sato and the others shouted.

"Drag him out and kill him!"

Nomura, who was beaten so hard that he had stars in his eyes, didn't even know what was going on. As a big loan shark, he was good friends with many feudal lords in the past, and of course he was also good friends with many high-ranking government officials now.

But these damn nobles completely ignored these relationships.

"You will regret killing me. You will definitely regret it."

What do they want to do? In Nomura's heart, he still couldn't believe that these people dared to kill him.

But it’s no use not believing it now.

Nomura was dragged into the yard. When he was forced to his knees by the soldiers, he looked back at Shinji Sato and asked in confusion.

"Don't you want money? I've already given you all the money. Why do you want to kill me? Tell me, what do you want to do? Who ordered you to do this?"

"I'm going to kill you vampires."

Sato Shinji said impatiently:

"Hurry up and kneel down. There is no time. I am going to take action."

As the words fell, Shinji Sato, who was standing behind Nomura, raised the samurai sword in his hand high and shouted.

"ha!"

With a sudden movement of the knife, Nomura's head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain more than a meter away.

"I didn't expect Nomura to be so rich, and his head is no heavier than others."

Shinji Sato laughed while holding Nomura's head.

"Okay, let's go to the next one quickly. Don't let any of those damn vampires go."

Their actions were planned. According to the plan, after they captured the barracks, obtained weapons and entered the city, in addition to killing those government officials, those vampires who lent money at high interest rates were also their targets.

Naturally, no one would object to this. After all, in the past few years, the vampire loan sharks who took advantage of the situation had already made the warriors vent their anger. Now it was time to release it.

Rebellion also requires money.

No one was richer than those loan sharks and big businessmen, and they could not be let off no matter what, except that there were no street lights in Japan. They had to be beheaded according to Japanese tradition. There was no other way.

This plan was formulated by Emperor Zhu himself. After all, those big businessmen from Japan were not what the Ming Dynasty needed. In the future, even if big businessmen appeared in this land, they would definitely come from the Ming Dynasty.

In the future, Ming Dynasty’s rule over this land will not only be limited to politics, but it will also firmly grasp everything in Japan economically.

As for these Japanese...they are at most consumables of the empire, otherwise how can their value be reflected?

Of course, what Hiroshima is doing now is just a matter of convenience. After all, these samurai have a hard time, and they always need to vent their anger...

(End of this chapter)