"Go ahead, why are you standing there?" Chunzhong glanced at Xiaofang impatiently.

"Well, well." Xiao Fang scratched his head and cheeks, and had to lie on the ground to apologize: "I dare to do the work for the lord first."

"Have you worked too hard?" Chunzhong was stunned.

"This is also to prevent the tragedy of Yokozeura from happening again!" Xiao Fang explained hurriedly: "Of course, the final right of interpretation lies with the lord. If the lord wants peace, I am here to entertain the troops. If you want war, then it has nothing to do with the lord, and the lord can just kill the villain who acted on his own initiative!"

"Baka!" Chunzhong cursed angrily, but he also felt that what he said made sense. Besides, he had already contacted the people of the Ming Dynasty, so he was finally useful. He groaned and said, "Then I can't go empty-handed, right? Take out your private collection."

"Hey!" What else can Xiao Fang Fengxing say? Spend money to avoid disaster.

He was about to get up and prepare, but Chunzhong snorted coldly and said, "Are you leaving just like that?"

"Hi hi!" Xiao Fang Fengxing suddenly realized, and quickly did a frog jump, turning his butt towards his lord.

Omura Juntada swung his foot and kicked him on the butt with all his strength!

"Ah!" Xiao Fang screamed and flew out.

~~

However, in the end, Omura Juntada set off empty-handed.

Because before Ximen Qing withdrew, he requisitioned all the large and small boats at the dock to load supplies, leaving only a small sampan for Xiao Fang Fengxing to use for communication.

How could he load the gifts on a small sampan, which was too crowded for four or five people? He had no choice but to have Xiao Fang's private collection stored in the public treasury at the dock, and then he personally raised the white flag and had Xiao Fang and a few warriors row the boat towards the Ming Dynasty fleet.

~~

Zhao Hao left Omura Junzhong alone for a full hour.

The wind was strong at the end of September, Chunzhong had a long runny nose and was seasick from the rocking of the sampan. He knew that the Ming people were deliberately torturing him, so he gritted his teeth and insisted on waiting.

As the sun was about to set, a small boat finally came over and carried him into the array of warships.

As he passed the shadow of the Duke of Goa, he looked up at the ship that he had once believed was invincible. In the setting sun, the tattered bow was shocking, so helpless and desolate.

Omura Juntada's expression also became extremely solemn. Was the era of the southern barbarians ruling the sea coming to an end? Was the might of the Ming Dynasty about to return to the sea?

This is definitely not good news for Japan. But for the Omura family, whether it is a crisis or an opportunity depends on this battle...

Seeing that the boat was about to sail out of the shadow, he quickly sniffed his nose and put on a sly smile again.

After another thorough body search, the boat brought him to a large Chinese-style ship painted black. After a verbal command, a ladder was lowered from the ship, and the crew asked the others to wait below, while only Omura Junzhong climbed up.

The soft gangway was a great test of waist and abdominal strength. Fortunately, the lords of the Warring States period had to march and fight, and there were no pampered wastes, so it was not difficult for Omura Junzhong. However, he still pretended to be very tired, pitifully asked for help from the Ming Dynasty people, and under their push and pull, he climbed up awkwardly, and then lay on the deck gasping for breath.

Sure enough, his actions drew laughter from the crew. Omura Juntada looked embarrassed, but he was very calm in his heart, because he just wanted to create an image of stupidity and cowardice, imitating the later emperor Liu Chan to get away with it.

So he went up to the stern deck timidly, sniffling all the way, not daring to raise his head, and was taken into the conference hall.

After entering, he didn't even look at who was inside. He just knelt on the ground and begged for mercy in the halting Ming dialect. He looked really scared.

The conference hall served as Zhao Hao's central military tent. He sat on a tiger-skin chair with a golden sword in his hand, while Wang Rulong and other generals held their swords, trying to imitate the angry King Kong, hoping to give the Japanese mayor a warning.

Seeing that this guy's nose turned into a pool of snot before they could even scare him, the generals felt like they had punched nothing, and their shoulders slumped and they became a little relaxed.

However, Master Zhao frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.

Because in his impression, although Omura Juntada was not the top Warring States princes, he was definitely not a bad one.

In fact, Japan's Warring States period lasted for a full hundred years. In the brutal chaos, those stupid, cowardly and useless daimyo had been eliminated many times.

In Japan, where there is a strong atmosphere of rebellion, there is no need to wait for the enemy to destroy them. Their retainers will never allow their lord to be a waste.

So, who among the princes who can still stay on this beast fighting stage is not a man of deep scheming, vicious and decisive character? After all, Omura Junzhong is a man who dares to be the first in the world, how could he be so scared?

After such analysis, Mr. Zhao used the "most scientific prophecy" to predict the "Three Cities and Seven Cages" battle that would take place three years later. That was also the most glorious moment in Omura Juntada's life.

In July of that year, his lifelong enemy, his cousin Goto Takaaki, gathered Matsuura and Saigo to attack Mijo Castle, and the total number of the three-clan coalition forces reached 1,500. At that time, in Mijo Castle, which was caught off guard, there were only seven hereditary retainers besides the lord Sumitada himself, and all the men who could go into battle only added up to 45 people, plus Sumitada's wife and 27 other female relatives, a total of 80 people.

However, at the critical moment, Omura Juntada did not lose his composure. He calmly ordered his men to guard the front and back gates, and at the same time planted false flags in various places in the city. He also asked the women to run in the city with swords, guns and flags held high, to create the illusion that the number of defenders was large. Soon after, the enemy launched an attack in the south of the city. He personally led his soldiers to resist with rolling logs and stones, and even the women threw dust, chaff and sand at the enemy.

As a result, Chunzhong held out with only 80 people until reinforcements arrived a few days later, and then counterattacked to break the siege, achieving a legendary victory.

Regardless of whether this battle was at the level of a village battle, at least it can be seen that Omura Juntada is a man with no lack of courage and determination. How could he be so scared that his nose snotted before I even hit him?

So it’s very simple, Boyi’s appearance is just an act.

~~

In the conference hall, Master Zhao patiently watched Omura Junzhong finish his performance before he sneered and asked calmly, "How is your cousin?"

"Eh?" Omura Junzhong was stunned, and then he sniffed and said, "Little, little... Which cousin?"

"Who else could it be? It's your father's biological son, Goto Takaaki-san, whose position as family head you snatched away." Zhao Hao said dimly.

"Ah..." Omura Junzhong immediately broke out in a sweat. He had never expected that this Ming Dynasty nobleman actually knew so much about his affairs. He forced a smile and said, "I am a small man, doing the work of a good citizen. Goto Takaaki, you have a very bad conscience."

"I think you have a bad conscience." Zhao Hao sneered again and said, "Goto-san is a good citizen. At least he won't play dumb with me!"

This is absolutely true, because Zhao Hao has never met Goto Takaaki, so of course he has no chance to play a fool in front of him.

Omura Junzhong was struck by lightning. To him, Zhao Hao's words clearly meant that Goto Takaaki was colluding with foreign countries and seducing the Ming Dynasty people to attack the Nanman. The purpose was naturally to eliminate his reliance and replace him.

Well, that makes sense.

Omura Junzhong believed that he had made a mess of things, and he kowtowed to Zhao Hao and slapped himself in the face, scolding himself for being so naive as to dare to be clever in front of the young master, which was a crime he deserved to die!

Now, his Chinese was much more fluent, and although his face was covered with snot and tears, he no longer looked as cowardly as before.

Wang Rulong and others couldn't help but feel ashamed. If it weren't for the young master's sharp eyes, they would have been fooled by the Japanese.

This is not because they are stupid, but because the Ming Dynasty has been peaceful for a long time, and people are inevitably confused. In terms of alertness and adaptability, they really can't compare with people in troubled times who use all their energy to survive.

Unfortunately, no matter how cunning he is, he can't defeat Mr. Zhao's 'treasure weapon for famous people' - the great prophecy!

Now Omura Junzhong was completely obedient. He first slapped his face like a steamed cake, and then expressed his willingness to surrender to the Ming Dynasty and be the young master's dog for the rest of his life.

In fact, the Japanese daimyo of this era still had self-respect. Under normal circumstances, Omura Junchu would not be so despicable. But he had preconceived that Goto Takaaki had hooked up with Zhao Hao. Now he was worried that he was not licking enough, and that his offer was too low to catch up, so how could he care about so many things?

Young Master Zhao asked him, "I heard that it was you who invited the Portuguese here?"

"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong." Omura Junzhong quickly stated: "From now on, I will only be loyal to you, sir, and I swear to cut off all ties with the Nanman, absolutely!"

"Oh, you two had such a good relationship, but you can break it off just like that?" Young Master Zhao asked lazily, crossing his legs.

"How could I be on good terms with those red-haired devils? Bah, they don't deserve it! It's just that I was targeted too hard by that damn cousin, and the hateful Matsuura family and Saigo family, so I had no choice but to seek help from the Nanman." Omura Juntada hurriedly said, "Otherwise I would definitely be killed by them!"

"I heard that you also believed in the red-haired devil's teachings?" Young Master Zhao asked again.

"That's because the red-haired devils tied trade and missionary work together. If we don't allow them to preach, they won't do business with us." Omura Junzhong said helplessly, "I had no choice but to be polite in order to buy their cannons, armor and gunpowder."

"I heard that there are many people who are allowed to preach, so why are you the only one who was baptized?" Zhao Hao sneered.

"Yes, that's because I've always followed the life motto of either not doing it or doing it completely." Omura Junzhong explained: "I think everyone is allowed to preach, so how can I win the favor of the Nanman? Of course, I have to go one step further than others and join their church. Only then can I surpass those guys and get the greatest benefit!"

"Hmm." Zhao Hao felt relieved when he heard that. He was really worried that this guy had been brainwashed by the Monotheism. After all, the fanaticism of the converts was still very scary.

In Mr. Zhao's plan, this person is still a very important part. He doesn't need to be truly loyal to him, but he must be clear-headed and rational, otherwise Mr. Zhao will have to replace him.

P.S. Thank you for your concern. I have done the test, and I don't feel anything. It should be the improvement of technology. In addition, millions of citizens have been monitored, and all are negative. It should be a false alarm... I will write another chapter.