Under the moonlight, Tokugawa Hideyoshi knelt on the ground, then he tore open his long gown across his abdomen and gently wiped the sword in his hand with a handkerchief.
Under the moonlight, the sword gleamed coldly, but Tokugawa Hideyoshi wiped it very carefully. It looked as if he was not wiping a sword, but a woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face.
Tokugawa was so serious that he seemed oblivious to his surroundings, remaining unmoved even when surrounded by the Ming army. Similarly, the Ming army officers and soldiers were also somewhat bewildered. They couldn't figure out what this guy was up to, why he was kneeling on the ground, was he trying to surrender, or what?
Yang Xiao also came to a position not far from Tokugawa Hideyoshi's side. After giving some instructions and chasing another person, he looked at Tokugawa Hideyoshi with interest.
At this moment, Tokugawa Hideyoshi finally reacted. He first looked at Yang Xiao. He knew that this was the person who had recently put him to death.
There was no anger or fear in Tokugawa Hideyoshi's eyes. He just looked at Yang Xiao with interest, and then shouted loudly: "Long live the Emperor... His Majesty."
With the shout of "Long live the emperor", Tokugawa Hideyoshi thrust the katana fiercely into his abdomen. Yang Xiao and all the Ming army soldiers present were stunned. However, the next scene made them gasp again. Tokugawa tightly grasped the katana that was inserted into his abdomen, and then slashed it hard. However, that was not all. Tokugawa Hideyoshi wanted to do a cross-seppuku, which was to cut his abdomen horizontally with one cut, and then cut it vertically again.
Tokugawa turned the blade of his sword and stabbed him in the abdomen again. The Ming army soldiers present, even Yang Xiao, broke out in cold sweats.
Yang Xiao couldn't help but say: "All the intestines must be broken, how painful it must be?"
The young general of the Ming army standing by also said: "That's right, if this guy wants to commit suicide, why don't I just slit my throat? It seems like he won't die for a while, right?"
The Ming army officers and soldiers present were all veterans of hundreds of battles. Any one of them had participated in far more battles than Tokugawa Hideyoshi. Therefore, they had naturally witnessed the bloodiness of the battlefield. There were almost no directly fatal injuries below the chest. Some of their brothers on the battlefield had suffered abdominal injuries, and intestines had often flowed out, but that kind of injury made it difficult to die in a short period of time, and it would often take a long time.
After the cross cut, Tokugawa Hideyoshi's eyes suddenly became sinister. The young Ming army general next to him was about to chop off his head, but was stopped by Yang Xiao who was interested.
"No, let him feel the pain. We'll just watch here. We've been chasing for so long, it's time for us to take a break. Men, eat and drink first, and watch to see when this Japanese general will die."
Tokugawa Hideyoshi roared, obviously in unbearable pain, and then gritted his teeth and threw the sword used for seppuku towards Yang Xiao. The latter blocked it with his hand and knocked the sword to the ground.
Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers wanted to go forward and chop Tokugawa into meat paste, but were stopped by Yang Xiao: "Calm down, boys! This guy might just be in so much pain that he wants to be chopped into meat paste by you."
"Come, let's eat and drink. I must see when he dies today."
"Ha ha ha ha……".
Yang Xiao burst into laughter, but Tokugawa Hideyoshi could no longer bear it. He had been in despair before, but he had forgotten that to commit seppuku, one needed a kaishakunin, that is, if he committed seppuku, he needed someone to chop off his head when the pain became unbearable.
However, at this moment, there was no one around Tokugawa. Just think about it, more than a month ago, he still had 50,000 troops under his command, but now he was the only one left. It was really sad.
It was unknown how long it had been, but Tokugawa had been wailing in pain. He wanted to die quickly, but he couldn't. His intestines were all over the floor, but he couldn't die. It wasn't until the sky turned pale that a human head was thrown in front of his eyes, and he died.
The head was none other than Takeda Nobuo. In the end, neither of the two men escaped. Such a fate was truly sad.
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Two days later, at night.
Zhang Wuji and his group were the first to return to the outside of Tokyo City. To be honest, the scene at the moment was similar to what Zhang Wuji had imagined. Zhao Min did not attack Tokyo City by force, and after killing hundreds of thousands of Japanese civilians, the city has been under siege.
"Min'er, I've been gone for so long, and you haven't taken Tokyo yet. Do you know that if you continue like this, you will be punished?"
At the dinner table, Zhao Min laughed out loud after hearing this: "Hahahaha, no one has said this to me for a long time."
"My dear, I wonder if you have learned any new tricks this time?"
"I'm tired of just tying things up with ropes. There's nothing new about it."
"How about hanging the person up? That would be exciting just thinking about it."
Zhang Wuji was stunned on the spot: "Min'er, how could you fall into this state? You, you disappoint me so much."
Although Zhang Wuji said this, the scene of him hanging Zhao Min really appeared in his mind.
It really proves what Zhao Min said. It’s exciting just thinking about it.
However, Zhao Min's joke caused strong dissatisfaction from another person, that person was Zhou Zhiruo. She knew Zhang Wuji too well. From Zhang Wuji's blurred eyes, she knew that her enemy must be thinking about the scene of someone being hung in his mind.
As long as there is a shameless sister who makes Zhang Wuji do this, he will do the same to himself sooner or later.
However, when Zhou Zhiruo blushed at the thought of such a scene, Zhao Min changed the subject: "Wuji, I didn't order an attack on Tokyo because I was worried about the lives of my men. As for you, although I didn't ask, I knew that you must have returned victorious when I saw your army returning. But why didn't you bring back Tokugawa Hideyoshi's head?"
"At this moment, even though there has been no progress on my side, the Japanese in the city, and Hirohito in the city must be having a hundred times harder time than me."
"If Tokugawa Hideyoshi's head were thrown into the city at this moment, it would surely greatly reduce the morale of the Japanese in the city."
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