Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

It doesn't matter if there is a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire in front of you!Just give an order, and you must move forward!Those who retreat, die!

In the same way, no matter whether there are beautiful flower girls or countless gold and silver jewels in front of you, as long as you give an order, you must retreat!Those who do not retreat, die! "

Before these Japanese slaves came, Tokugawa Iemitsu had already explained to them, and he also knew that his line of work would be dangerous, and he had to obey the command of the Ming army.

For this point, no one resisted the Japanese slaves who obeyed the slavishness of the strong from the bottom of their bones, and no one felt that it was wrong.

Right now when I got off the boat, I heard Zheng Zhifeng emphasize this point again, and everyone present felt terrified, and they all paused and said: "Hai!"

Only then did Zheng Zhifeng nodded in satisfaction, and in line with the game of giving a sweet date with a stick, Zheng Zhifeng continued: "Of course, as long as you obey the orders and learn the Mandarin of the Ming Dynasty, the benefits in the future will be indispensable to you!

You are the first batch of ronin who came to this land, and the first batch means pioneers, the predecessors of those ronin behind!

Work hard, after the task here is completed, what you can get will be benefits that you can't even imagine! "

After all the Japanese slaves responded one after another, Zheng Zhifeng also lost the desire to continue shouting, pointing to Kuroda and saying: "You, come here!"

Kuroda quickly trotted to Zheng Zhifeng, stopped and said, "Hayi!"

Zheng Zhifeng narrowed her eyes and asked, "You can speak Ming Dynasty official dialect? What's your name?"

Kuroda bowed and said, "Hayi! The villain's name is Kuroda Ichiro, and he can speak some simple Ming Mandarin, because the villain's great-grandmother once went to Daming, Duzhong!"

Zheng Zhifeng's eyes narrowed again: "Since I have the blood of the common people of Ming Dynasty, in the future, unless necessary, don't hang out with these savages again!"

After Kuroda bowed again, Zheng Zhifeng continued: "From today onwards, these ronin are under your control!"

Kuroda was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Isn't it for this purpose that I take the risk of offending the general flag on the ship?As long as I can get the approval of the big figures of the Ming Dynasty here, there will always be a day in the early days!

And my great-grandmother once went to Daming Duzhong and I can speak Daming Mandarin, which is my greatest reliance!

Because no matter in the eyes of Ming people or other countries in the East, patrilineal blood is far more important than matrilineal blood.

That is to say, the blood of Daming is flowing on his body, and to a certain extent, he can be regarded as a Daming person.

It's fine if he didn't have a chance before, but now that he has such a good opportunity, Kuroda feels that he can no longer keep his bloodline issue under wraps.

Especially the name Kuroda Ichiro is not worthy of the noble blood flowing in his body!

After hesitating for a while, Kuroda finally said: "My lord, I beg my lord to give you a name!"

Zheng Zhifeng pondered for a moment and then said: "Hei Zhe, Wu Ye, from now on you will be called Wu Yangzu."

Heitian was overjoyed, and quickly knelt down and said, "Thank you sir for giving me your name!"

According to the Japanese tradition, a samurai who has his own surname and first name is a real samurai, and has the possibility of further becoming a daimyo, otherwise he can only be called a ronin.

According to the tradition of the Central Plains, untouchables do not have their own surnames—every surname can find its own source, just like the surname Wu—Kurotian, who has studied the culture of the Central Plains deeply, knows that the surname Wu comes from the surname Ji .

Zheng Zhifeng naturally didn't know what Kuroda was thinking, and Zheng Zhifeng, who gave a surname casually, didn't take it seriously.

Hei Tian has a bit of a brain, and now is the time to use him, so giving a surname or a name is nothing - anyway, the name he gave is just that, and the government will never recognize it.

If you want to be recognized by the government, wait for His Majesty the Emperor to give it to you!

Chapter 565 Someone Has to Sacrifice

Zheng Zhifeng felt that it was nothing more than a forest, even if it was cut down one by one, there would be a day when it would all be cut down, sooner or later.

Of course, this kind of thing was done by Zheng Zhifeng and the soldiers of Daming, even if it was a little slower, they didn't let the Japanese vagrants who just came here intervene.

These wanderers were all assigned to Zheng Zhihu's subordinates, and went to trouble the savages who originally lived in this land.

After all, killing barbarians by Japanese rogues is not the same as letting soldiers of Ming Dynasty kill barbarians. will bring it back.

If there were more casualties among the Ming soldiers, that would be a real trouble, and it would be better to take the soldiers to clean up this damn forest.

As time progressed little by little, a mere forest naturally did not stop Zheng Zhifeng and others.

Not to mention that the Ming army has begun to use artillery to advance in a carpet-like manner. Even if there are no cannons, it is not a big problem to want to advance into the forest in a carpet-like manner.

The difference is nothing more than a matter of time.

A small flag department that disappeared without a trace after going deep into this unknown forest was also found. No one survived, and all died together.

There was no trace of flesh and blood on the corpse, only the white skeleton and some tattered cloth strips were left. Next to the skeleton were scattered firecrackers, waist knives, crossbows, fire pockets and other messy things.

From the still messy traces around, it can be seen that these soldiers fought with something. Zheng Zhifeng can even imagine the tragedy at that time through the traces of bullet marks and swords around them.

Among the several skeletons, except for four that were lying down, one was facing north and kept a kneeling posture.

However, the calf bones of this kneeling skeleton were split into two pieces, and there were deep tooth marks on it, which were obviously bitten off by something. In front of the body was the waist knife worn by the skeleton owner.

Zheng Zhifeng's complexion was a little gloomy, but her originally fair skin was a little darkened by the wind and sun at sea and the exposure to the sun after coming to this land, and nothing could be seen for a while.

The bright sun hangs in the sky, and bunches of sunlight pass through the dense branches and leaves in the forest and sprinkle on the ground. After being irradiated by the sun, the steam evaporates and the beams of sunlight mix together, forming a scene like a fairyland General picture.

As for Zheng Zhifeng's back, because the Ming army had already cleared away all the trees, without the cover of branches and leaves, Zheng Zhifeng's back was a little hot under the sun.

One cold and one hot, just one step away.

It's not that Zheng Zhifeng has never seen dead people, there are brothers who died in front of her eyes on the battlefield.

It is inevitable to be shrouded in horse leather when fighting on the battlefield, and it is not a big deal.

Walking in front of the kneeling corpse, Zheng Zhifeng felt his back was burning, and even his clothes felt like they were going to be ignited.

But Zheng Zhilong felt that his whole heart was chilling. He looked up at the bones and the forest in front of him, and a chilling feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and his back was itchy.

In a forest, five fully armed soldiers died here without a sound, without sending any news.

If their bones hadn't been found today, no one would have known about it.

Especially the skeleton in front of him who maintained a kneeling posture. It was obvious that he was unable to walk after his leg was broken, and finally chose to kill himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Zhifeng slowly squatted down, gently stretched out her hand, and reached for a wooden sign hanging on the neck of the corpse.

Zheng Zhifeng felt that his movements were as light as possible, but before he could fully lift the wooden sign, the bones in front of him could no longer maintain a kneeling posture, and scattered on the ground in a sloppy manner.

Perhaps it was too long in this dark and humid forest, the whole wooden signboard was wet and slippery, and some moss grew on it, making it impossible to tell what was written on it. It can be cleaned along the nick little by little.

Zheng Zhifeng didn't believe in evil, and repeatedly rubbed the moss on it with her hands, and used her fingernails to clean up a little bit along the nicks on the wooden sign.

"The small banner of the former hundred households of the South China Sea Fleet of the Ming Dynasty entered the cloud"

After cleaning for a long time, Zheng Zhifeng finally cleaned out the wooden sign, and the scratches on it could be seen.