Chapter 747: Blood-stained Sun and Moon Flag (Third update, please subscribe)
Who went to Tokyo?
Of course it’s Emperor Zhu!
After more than twenty days of sailing, we finally arrived in Japan!
When the fleet entered Tokyo Bay, Emperor Zhu deliberately stood on the deck. He gazed at Tokyo Bay and looked at the small Japanese sailboats on the sea. At this time, he was excited.
"The Han flag is flying on the top of Mount Fuji, and the Hu girl is drunk under the cherry tree!"
Now at this moment his dream can finally come true. This dream has been the dream of countless generations of Chinese people.
"I believe that one day our national flag will fly high on Mount Fuji!"
Well, martyrs in another world, don’t worry, I have fulfilled your simplest wish today.
At this moment, he seemed relieved, not only because his dream had come true, but also because at this moment, some things could really be turned over a new leaf.
Of course, it is impossible to completely reverse it. In the next few years, 400,000 samurai will set out from here. They will use samurai swords to open up Africa for the Ming Empire. Millions of Japanese will suffer from yellow fever, cholera, dengue fever, dysentery, malaria and other diseases and use their lives in Africa to contribute to the Ming Dynasty's African cause. At the same time, millions of Japanese women will flock to the Ming Dynasty and give birth to children for the Ming men.
This is the real conquest... The so-called conquest is definitely not just a military conquest. There is also a kind of conquest that is a complete conquest from the soul to the body.
This kind of conquest is exactly what Emperor Zhu desired. After all, this kind of conquest is the real conquest and the real domestication.
When Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang thought about his "grand ambition" to tame Japan, he was excited. How could he not be excited?
Because at this moment, everything changed.
"Well, let them atone for their sins with their blood in Africa!"
When Emperor Zhu was sighing like this, he didn't know that Tokyo had become a sea of joy. Those "simple" Tokyo people expressed their gratitude in the simplest and most direct way.
The streets were filled with cheering people, and the Japanese, who had been living in misery under the tyranny of Westerners, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Ming fleet arrived, and the resentment that had been suppressed deep in my heart for many days was finally released at this moment.
"Great Ming Empire!"
"The Great Ming Emperor Banzai..."
Men and women were on the streets, raising their hands in joy, shouting and venting their emotions. From the safe zone to the occupied zone, almost everyone was doing this.
Takahashi Korekiyo and his students were shouting excitedly in the crowd. He saw many people holding hand-painted sun and moon flags and waving them, as if at this moment they were the people of the Ming Dynasty.
Are they from the Ming Dynasty?
Of course not, but it does not prevent them from expressing their feelings towards the Ming Dynasty in the most simple way.
I have to say that for the Japanese today, their most simple emotion is that Dad Ming is really good.
Dad, please love me again!
Takahashi Korekiyo was also a little excited. How could he not be excited when he was in such a sea of joy?
“This is gratitude from the bottom of my heart!”
Takahashi Korekiyo exclaimed.
"Sir, how can we not be grateful? You know, who in the world would offend the two great powers of Britain and the United States for a small country like Japan? Apart from them, there is no one else..."
"Oh, the Ming Dynasty is truly a benevolent and righteous country!"
The Ming Dynasty was benevolent and righteous. Of course, this benevolence and righteousness was expressed in contrast. For the Japanese in the enemy-occupied areas, they seemed to have forgotten themselves. Facing thousands of Japanese who came out of their homes and watching those Japanese who had been submissive in the past suddenly erupted and cheered "Long live the Ming Dynasty", the occupying forces became a little nervous. Those sailors who were usually arrogant looked at the Japanese on the streets in horror, watching them gather on the streets. At this time, they had only one thought in their hearts - fear!
Yes, they would definitely be afraid and worried. After all, there were more than 200,000 Japanese in the occupied area, and how many people did they have?
But there were only about 2,000 people, and at most a few thousand maintenance members armed with sticks and samurai swords. With so few people facing so many citizens, how could they not be afraid and worried?
In particular, these excited citizens are now heading in one direction - the seaside, they are going to welcome the arrival of the Ming fleet.
"Tom, they are coming! The damn yellow monkeys are coming towards us!"
Amid the deafening sound of "Ban Zai", the sailors became a little nervous.
"Damn it! Let them all go back, immediately!"
Faced with these Japanese people who were roaring in like a wave, the naval officers of Britain and the United States all became nervous. Besides being nervous, they also looked angry. How could they be afraid in front of these yellow monkeys?
"Warning, you must disperse immediately and return home, otherwise, you will bear all the consequences!"
The officers shouted loudly, and the members of the maintenance association shouted in Japanese for the people to leave. Faced with such an expulsion, the Tokyo citizens who suddenly had a backer and a backbone were brave, and they responded directly and loudly.
"We are going to the seashore to welcome the Celestial Fleet!"
"It is our duty to welcome the Celestial Empire's fleet!"
Faced with the obstruction of Westerners, these disaster-stricken Tokyo people seemed unwilling to compromise. They continued to move forward, completely unafraid, as if at this moment all of them were extremely courageous.
Major Anderson raised his brows when faced with these ignorant Japanese.
"What a bunch of people who don't know how to live or die! Raise your guns!"
gun!
Raised from the hands of the sailors, a Gatling gun was pointed at the people on the street.
Facing the black muzzles of guns, the people on the street did not stop. They kept walking forward step by step with firm expressions. Jingtian, who was walking in the front, was holding a Ming Dynasty flag in his hand. He shouted as he walked.
"Great Ming, great!"
"Great Ming, great..."
Although his Chinese was not standard, the pronunciation of these words was not much different from Chinese. As they moved forward step by step, several foreign reporters took pictures of this scene with their cameras. At this moment, these reporters from Britain, the United States and other countries were also impressed by the courage of the people of Tokyo.
“What a brave bunch of people!”
Just as Thompson finished speaking, he heard the major's shout.
"Fire!"
Gunshots rang out. At the same time as the sailors pulled the trigger, the Gatling machine gun also fired. The sudden gunshots shocked everyone. Bullets whizzed out and knocked the Japanese in front to the ground one by one. For a while, the streets were full of blood.
The reporters were stunned by the scene before them. For a moment, they even forgot to press the shutter button of their cameras. But soon, they all picked up their cameras and used film to record the massacre before them.
This is a massacre!
Although people around him kept falling down and bullets were flying, Jingtian still held high the flag of the Ming Dynasty and walked forward stubbornly. Finally, he was hit by a bullet. The moment the bullet hit him, he almost fell down, but he still stubbornly held on to the flagpole and tried to keep moving forward.
"Long live the Ming Dynasty..."
After shouting out these words with all his might, Iida knelt down silently, his hands still tightly grasping the flag.
Although the flying bullets hit Jingtian from time to time, his body was still holding up the flag. The sun and moon flag was riddled with bullet holes, and corpses were scattered all over the ground. When he was about to fall, another Japanese rushed up and continued to hold up the flag.
A flag, a group of people, a pile of corpses!
This was a beautiful and shocking picture. Faced with such a scene, all the Western reporters were stunned. They even shouted excitedly at the sailors.
"Stop shooting, stop now..."
(End of this chapter)
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