Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 571 Wang Ziteng, why don’t you attack the city!
The elegant room located in the backyard of the King of Wa's palace is where the current King of Wa, or Japan's self-proclaimed Emperor Tetsuohito, used to have fun.

Ever since Shui Rong escaped from South Vietnam to Wa Island, introduced by a certain daimyo, the short boy Zhe Ren was immediately attracted by the tall and handsome Shui Rong when he saw his feminine yet masculine appearance.

Although the local feudal lords did not take the emperor seriously, for Tetsuohito, as long as the generals, daimyo and a group of nobles sent tribute on time and were willing to respect him as His Majesty the Emperor, it would be enough.

For hundreds of years, successive Japanese kings lost their power. Whether they were willing or not, by the time of Cheorin's generation, the only pleasure for the royal family was to seek pleasure.

Especially Cheoren, his favorite thing is to play with women and men.

Play with strangers, play with your own mother, sister, and daughter...

Shui Rong was able to control the King of Japan in just a few months and obtain the so-called seal of the Emperor because of his face.

Of course, after such a great humiliation, he wanted to skin Cheol-in alive, but he still forced himself to hold back.

It’s not that Tetsuro is his first man, but mainly he wants to rely on Tetsuro’s identity to win over and control the daimyo generals and the Japanese nobles gathered in Kyoto City.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the depression in the chest was relieved a lot.

Shui Rong threw away the blood-stained military newspaper in his hand and walked to the basin to wash away the stains on the corners of his mouth and hands.

He didn't want to admit defeat. In addition to the more than 100,000 troops who retreated into the city, there were still more than 100,000 civilians in Kyoto, and those noble daimyo had many samurai guards under their command.

If they gather together, they can at least gather 200,000 soldiers and horses. Together with the Western barbarians who followed the army back to the city, they are not without the capital to confront the imperial court.

Besides, even if he lost the battle, it wouldn’t be Shui Rong’s people who would die.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong pushed open the door and came out.

The scorching sun in the sky made it hard for people to open their eyes. Shui Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered to his followers who were guarding the door: "Go to Xiyi secretly and tell their leaders that I will go to them at midnight to discuss important matters."

……

It had been ten days since the army completed the encirclement. When everyone thought that Wang Ziteng would use a strong attack to achieve a quick victory, the central military tent issued an incredible military order.

The army retreated ten miles and set up camp on the spot, surrounding the enemy without attacking.

In the four directions of east, west, south and north, the firearms battalions and the infantry guarding the artillery threw artillery shells into the city of Kyoto on time.

Whatever explosive bombs, incendiary bombs, or whatever you have on hand, just throw them into the city.

If Jia Cong had not objected, Wang Ziteng would have planned to find someone with smallpox and throw him into the city with a catapult.

This madman!

You don't even look at how many people there are here and how far away from Kyoto City they are. Do you really think they have all been vaccinated against cowpox?
Different from Wang Ziteng's steady temperament, Liu Yi has recently become obsessed with firing cannons. Whenever he has nothing to do, he follows the people from the firearms battalion to the city to fire a few shots.

On the last day of July, Liu Yi, as usual, with a gloomy face, excitedly squeezed into the central army tent and slapped Jia Cong's shoulders several times with his rough hands.

"You know what? I've never fought such a rich battle in my life. The incendiary bombs sent from Izumo City are so damn exciting. I can see the flames rising to the sky through the city wall."

His dark face wasn't caused by anger, it was caused by gunpowder.

But this guy just likes it. He almost didn't miss a day in the past ten days. He ran to the firearms camp early in the morning and shouted for people to push his damn Italian cannon... uh, bring out the Shenwu General cannon.

"The consumption of gunpowder is indeed a bit high, but there is nothing we can do about it. Compared to letting our Han men sacrifice their lives for the lives of the dwarfs, I still think it is worthwhile to sacrifice some silver."

Jia Cong withheld 30% of the silver that Shijian Silver Mountain was supposed to send to the capital this year.

A total of several million taels of silver, except for those needed to ensure people's safety, were all sent to the various workshops and mines of the Ministry of Industry.

The consumption of raw materials such as sulfur and saltpeter almost drove the fleet that accepted the order crazy, and even with this, it was barely enough to supply the daily needs of shelling.

As for Jia Cong's act of cherishing the lives of the soldiers, Wang Ziteng just felt that this guy was a little too soft-hearted.

Liu Yi admired him very much, and even wrote a letter to his fourth brother, the current emperor, explaining why Jia Cong withheld the silver.

In fact, the emperor cherishes the lives of his men more than Jia Cong does. The country lacks nothing now, except people.

Each of these brave and warlike men is the emperor's treasure.

Wang Ziteng signed the document with a few quick strokes, threw it to his relative, then stood up and looked at the soldiers outside the tent who were carrying hoes and returning to the camp to rest.

"We have plenty of time to waste with the shorty. If we surround them but don't fight, they will be the ones in a hurry. We should continue bombarding them and cultivating the land. The city has been out of food for seven days. I want to see how long these shorty and Shui Rong, the hermaphrodite, can hold out."

Jia Cong even issued the order to cultivate military farms to the entire camp. The army of more than 100,000 was divided into several parts. In addition to besieging the city and patrolling every day, they were also given the task of cultivating military farms.

It was the end of July, and the already fertile soil outside Kyoto was once again soaked in blood, making it a good place to grow crops.

There is definitely no time to plant rice, and planting potatoes is a bit of a waste, so let's plant corn!
One hundred thousand people wielding hoes was a grand sight that even Wang Ziteng had never seen.

Jia Cong even had people make up all kinds of stories and spread the justice and greatness of the Celestial Empire's soldiers throughout the newly occupied Japanese islands.

Seeing the starving people on the Japanese island, our soldiers temporarily put aside their ambitions and cultivated fertile land and food for the poor people on the Japanese island...

The stories may be different, but the meaning they convey all revolve around a central idea.

That is because the Emperor of the Celestial Empire is wise and benevolent, and the soldiers of the Celestial Empire are the patron saints of the common people. The wise and benevolent Emperor sent his warriors to rescue the poor people on the Japanese island.

Those Japanese nobles who oppress the people are beasts who should be hung on the city walls to dry.

What a shitty emperor! He is just a beast. Only the emperor of our Celestial Empire is the real father of the Japanese!
Don't believe it? The golden seal of the King of Wa that was just unearthed in Chikuzen Domain is proof of that.

There has never been any shitty emperor, there is only the King of Wa who was conferred by the Han Dynasty.

The ruler of a small vassal state dared to usurp the throne and send warriors to invade the Celestial Empire's sea borders as Japanese pirates. He even dared to plot against the suzerain state. He must be severely punished.

Therefore, in this war against Japan, the imperial court has already stood on the moral high ground.

The Japanese islands have been an inseparable part of our Celestial Empire since ancient times. Even the King of Japanese was conferred an imperial title by our Central Plains Dynasty. Naturally, our Celestial Empire has indisputable ownership of everything on the Japanese islands.

The discovery of the gold seal made many Japanese sinologists ecstatic.

Compared with those daimyo and generals who were obsessed with power struggles and conquests, this group of sinologists have always respected Sinology and worshipped the Celestial Empire.

They often regard themselves as the subjects of the Celestial Empire, believing that they are disciples of Confucius and Mencius and orthodox descendants of the Han Chinese.

Unfortunately, these people are ultimately a minority. Although they have considerable reputation on the Japanese island, the Japanese people worship the knife more. When the pen is useful, they are called "sir", and when it is useless, they are called "sour Confucian".

This time, Jia Cong ordered people to dig out the golden seal from the pre-Han period and immediately put them into action.

"I have said it before, we Japanese are also descendants of the Chinese, and we are the people of the Celestial Empire. The false king has committed atrocities and committed treason. Under the punishment of heaven, the traitors will be wiped out. The Celestial Empire is invincible, and the Heavenly Father is wise. We will return to the rule of the Celestial Empire, and the future will be bright!"

More than a hundred great Chinese scholars and Confucian scholars took the initiative to travel around and spread their theories. When Jia Cong heard about it, he wanted to wipe away Grandma Wolf's tears.

It’s not easy, these people must be well taken care of…

"Come here, go and invite all these people over. I will reward these loyal ministers of the Celestial Empire in the name of the imperial envoy!"

……

The siege continued and the bombardment did not stop for a day.

The city of Kyoto has been completely out of food for a month. There are no more young girls in the city. They have been treated as food and eaten by beasts.

The Japanese palace was almost out of food. After Shui Rong finished the relatively thick porridge, hatred and determination appeared on his haggard face.

The man sitting opposite swallowed his throat and said weakly, "Master, I have already made arrangements. When the city is broken, you and the leaders of the Western Barbarians will leave the city through the tunnel. At that time, the court's troops will surely rush into the city to seize the credit, and there will definitely be loopholes in the defense. As long as we leave the vicinity of Kyoto, our ships hidden in the sea will find an opportunity to pick you up."

With Shui Rong's insidiousness and cunningness, he never prepares only one path.

Japan was just his first attempt, and he now prefers to believe in the power of the Western barbarians.

As long as he could borrow the power of the Western Barbarians to help him conquer the Central Plains, and then give a few unimportant pieces of land to the Western Barbarians, what would be wrong with that?

But when will this old man Wang Ziteng attack the city?
Damn it, I’ve been drinking thin porridge for half a month!

Shui Rong kept cursing Wang Ziteng in his heart for surrounding him without attacking, but he remained calm on the surface.

He nodded and glanced at his subordinates with thin and gloomy faces.

Shui Rong knew that his men had not had a full meal for half a month, and it would not be a good thing if this continued.

In order to ensure that his assassins would have the strength to protect him and escape at the last moment, Shui Rong's eyes showed a fierce look.

"Uncle Cui, go take Zheren's daughters back and divide them with your men."

The old man surnamed Cui suddenly raised his head, and after seeing the fierce look in Shui Rong's eyes, he immediately bowed his head and said, "I understand, I will go down and arrange it right away."

Shui Rong did not see the old man surnamed Cui lower his head, but the shock in his eyes had turned into horror and fear.

The daughter of the King of Wa, with delicate skin and tender flesh.

Of course, it’s not to let them try something new, but it’s also to try something new.

But these are two completely different kinds of tasting, you really have to eat it...

vomit!
The old man suppressed his nausea, bowed once more, and then left.

He is a human being, he doesn't want to be a man-eating beast!

……

At night, it was pitch dark in Kyoto.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the gate of an inconspicuous courtyard.

Boom, boom, boom, boom…

After a rhythmic knock on the door, the gate was soon opened, revealing a head.

After looking around, he pulled the figure in.

"Lao Cui, why are you here now? But what did Shui Rong do?"

"I just can't stay here any longer!"

Lao Cui picked up the steamed bread on the table and put it into his mouth. After finishing several steamed breads in a row, he finally had the energy to explain to the other party why he was there.

"Old Lu, we have been friends for most of our lives. Tell me the truth. When will Marshal Wang break into the city? The city has been out of food for more than half a month, and Shui Rong actually asked me to divide the daughters of the King of Japan among his followers. I will go to hell!"

Lu Gaoyun was also shocked by Cui Chunlai's words. He had been lurking in Kyoto City for two and a half years, and this month he had witnessed too many beastly behaviors of the Japanese.

These days, he would feel nauseous and vomit whenever he saw meat. Otherwise, with his secret connections with the Dragon Guards, it would be easy for him to get some meat from outside the city. Why would he eat dry and tasteless steamed bread?

"Marshal Wang couldn't decide when to attack the city. The strategy for this final battle was formulated by Marquis Yongfeng himself. The Marquis only surrounded the city but did not attack it. He used cannons to throw shells into the city every day in order to completely destroy the Japanese's will to resist without losing a single soldier."

Lu Gaoyun suppressed the nausea rising in his throat and looked at Lao Cui, who was staring at him eagerly, with a headache: "Lao Cui, I'm telling you the truth. If you don't want to be a beast, you have to find a way to survive..."

"Then how long do we have to wait?"

Cui Chunlai felt a chill in his heart after hearing Lu Gaoyun's explanation.

He is different from Lu Gaoyun. Lu Gaoyun is a secret guard of the Dragon Guards, and he is just the old steward of the Shui family who was inadvertently won over by the Dragon Guards.

Even if the city runs out of food, Lu Gaoyun will not lack food.

But Cui Chunlai had no choice but to listen to his master, unless... his master died!
The sudden thought that flashed through his mind scared Cui Chunlai, but this terrible idea quickly sprouted and grew rapidly like a towering tree, completely occupying his entire brain.

He suddenly grabbed Lu Gaoyun's arm, his eyes glowing red, "Old Lu, you told me that if I help you Dragon Guards, you will give my family a way out, right?"

"It's natural!"

Lu Gaoyun calmly pried Cui Chunlai's hands apart and said with a smile: "Your mother and your wife and daughter are now living a stable life in Shu. Your youngest son has even entered a public school. Didn't you receive a letter from your wife a while ago? After this battle is over, you can return to Shu to reunite with your family..."

letter!
By the way, my wife said that the Dragon Guard secretly took his family out of the capital and sent them to Shu from the Shui family.

They settled down in Shu, had their own houses and fields. They didn't have to kowtow to their masters, nor did they have to be whipped and scolded by their masters...

Thinking of the happiness his wife described in the letter, Cui Chunlai gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Old Lu, I believe you! Just wait, I will bring you a big gift tomorrow night!"

Monthly ticket recommendation ticket

　Thanks to Brother Pang, who is still so fat, for the reward.

　　I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)