Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 112: The United States launches nuclear weapons, targeting Fukushima and Naga Prefecture!

"Some scoundrels." Zhu Li chuckled.

"A scoundrel? What kind of a scoundrel dares to touch our Zhu family mausoleum?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were like a sharp blade, staring straight at Zhu Li.

There was a gleam of suspicion in his deep eyes.

Hundreds of years of offerings were enough to fully outline Zhu Yuanzhang's spirit.

But looking at this, Zhu Li didn't want to say more.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not maintain this expression for long.

He himself is already a pile of bones, with only a conscious soul remaining. He cannot take care of the affairs of his descendants.

"So how is your tomb now?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

"It is already being rebuilt in an orderly manner." Zhu Li replied.

"Well, that's good. The dead are the greatest. It would be really sad if there is no place to stay after death." Zhu Yuanzhang said lightly.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes suddenly fixed, and his gaze shot towards Zhu Li like lightning, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice: "No, I was almost fooled by you!"

Zhu Li was shocked and said helplessly: "The old man still has a sharp eye!"

"What's wrong?"

The only thing I can do now is to play dumb.

"You seem to be a mortal being, very different from us." Zhu Yuanzhang looked suspicious.

"Dad, these are just some little tricks." Zhu Li's words were not clear, but Zhu Yuanzhang understood what was going on.

This kid is hiding something from me.

But he couldn't control it.

It’s still the same statement.

He is just an emperor's soul now, and it is natural for him to sleep forever after death.

He has no influence over the affairs of his children and grandchildren.

Zhu Yuanzhang also knew that Zhu Li was an extraordinary person, and he had a great reputation in the world, and many extraordinary people became his disciples.

This is a huge force.

Zhu Yuanzhang had used it.

Now Zhu Li can manifest his physical body, which may be some supernatural power.

Zhu Li also didn't want to tell Zhu Yuanzhang the method to become an immortal.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang seemed quite violent at this moment, he was still peaceful after all. The most taboo thing for a soul body is too much emotional fluctuation.

I just learned that Zhu Li's tomb has been dug up. I was so excited that I felt smoke rising and my soul was trembling. This is not a good sign.

If Zhu Li told us the method to become an immortal.

I don’t know how excited Zhu Yuanzhang would be.

But he couldn't practice it, so it would be useless even if he knew it.

This is not just blocking both ends. In the end, the emperor's soul will be empty, six hundred years of incense will be turned into ashes, and his Taoism will be damaged. That would be like carrying water with a bamboo basket.

Why bother.

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

After Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, he slowly moved his gaze away from Zhu Li. His sight passed through the palace walls, as if crossing the boundaries of time and space, and reached the distant and deep sky.

The sharpness and majesty in his eyes were no longer there, but were replaced by a deep and complex emotion.

Zhu Li knew that the old man must have thought a lot.

The changes are too great.

The Ming Dynasty has fallen, and now there is no emperor. The world has changed so much.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes revealed endless vicissitudes and memories, as if he was recalling the past years and experiences.

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and emotion in his voice: "Life is like a dream, and a hundred years is like a passing guest. In my life, I have experienced too many ups and downs, and witnessed too many human warmth and coldness. Now, I have lived for six hundred years, and looking back on the past, I can't help but sigh."

"Even if we look at today, there are still many things that we cannot express."

Zhu Li stood next to Zhu Yuanzhang and said softly, "Dad, I think so too."

"I shouldn't have stayed in the world. Sleeping in the ground is my best destination."

“This era is not suitable for us.”

"The people are living very well. Even now, the grassland is one of our Han provinces."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed: "I used to be a cowherd and didn't have much education. I joined the Haozhou Volunteer Army and started to learn beside my father-in-law."

"After ascending the throne, I felt that I was not well-informed, so I took many great scholars as my teachers. When I was reading history books, I discovered something."

Zhu Li knew what Zhu Yuanzhang was going to say, but he just sighed in his heart.

"China has gone through countless dynasties in history. The wish of every emperor is to pass down their legacy for thousands of years and become a famous figure in history. But how many people can do that?"

"No."

"Only the Han Dynasty lasted a little longer. At that time, I wanted to know how long the Ming Dynasty lasted, so I went to your teacher, and he said six and a half."

"Oh, how could I not know that he was just talking in a nice way? The emperors of Qin and Han were so handsome, but how long did their dynasties last? How could I be so talented that I could be favored by the heavens and end up with the merit of 600 and a half dynasties?"

"Sure enough, the Ming Dynasty went through many hardships, but its reign lasted less than three hundred years. As the saying goes, history keeps on moving forward, and the Ming Dynasty is just one or two pages in the history books."

“The historical trend cannot be stopped.”

Zhu Li seemed to be thinking about something, and always felt that Zhu Yuanzhang was giving him some advice.

But he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"My son has learned a lesson." Zhu Li said with a smile.

"Hahaha, Laojiu, you are better than me."

Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Zhu Li's shoulder, but his body was his soul and it passed through his body.

"Oh, I haven't spoken for a long time. I forgot that I am a soul."

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Li stood side by side on the high platform of the palace, and their figures were particularly eye-catching in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Their gazes penetrated through layers of clouds and mist, as if they wanted to see all the scenery in the world at a glance.

The two stood there quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Behind them is a magnificent palace, and in front of them is the boundless world.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on them, stretching their shadows out, as if they have merged into one with the world.

The breeze blew gently, bringing the fragrance of distant flowers and plants and fresh air.

Both of them seemed to be immersed in the tranquility, enjoying the rare peaceful moment.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly broke the silence, his voice deep and powerful: "Old Nine, if you had been allowed to take over the throne, would the Ming Dynasty have lasted a few more years?"

Zhu Li was shocked.

After all, he is an old man, and he still feels resentful towards the Ming Dynasty!
This was his life's work, and even after more than six hundred years, when he examined his inner self and behaved so freely, there was still a trace of obsession in his heart.

How could Zhu Li answer?
He could only say that his son didn't know either.

As for Zhu Li, when Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son Zhu Biao died young, he originally thought of passing the throne to the ninth son.

But in the end Zhu Li rejected the proposal.

Zhu Yuanzhang tried several times, but Zhu Li politely refused.

Zhu Yuanzhang actually had a plan in mind. He knew that his ninth son did not like government affairs.

Because Zhu Li never participated in any political affairs since he was young.

Not interested in anything royal.

He disliked leading troops to fight wars or seeking pleasure, and only cared about practicing Taoism and traveling.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhu Li is more likable.

But Zhu Biao was dead, and it was difficult to find a candidate for emperor.

The throne was passed to the eldest grandson, and the local princes were dissatisfied, and the ministers in the court were unable to suppress them.

Passing the throne to a vassal king may seem to end the feud, but in fact it will plant greater hidden dangers for the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang also had a headache.

At that time, Zhu Li was really the best choice.

But this boy did not like being an emperor, and he usually behaved like a lax and dissolute prince.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew that with Zhu Li around, the Ming Dynasty would be worry-free for a hundred years, but he was still worried and killed a large number of meritorious officials, including Duke Lan Yu of Liang, one of the two heroes in the alien world at that time.

If the ninth prince sat on the throne, he could still suppress Lan Yu and his group of arrogant and powerful generals.

But Zhu Yunwen couldn't do that.

And this eldest grandson was the next emperor chosen by Zhu Yuanzhang.

Although he is dead, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum has been worshipped with incense for a long time.

As the old saying goes, God is watching what you do. Zhu Yuanzhang could see what Zhu Yunwen did, but unfortunately he was just an emperor's soul, a human consciousness, and could not interfere.

Zhu Yuanzhang also saw clearly Zhu Li's choice.

Zhu Yuanzhang was sleeping in the ground, feeling extremely helpless.

Zhu Yunwen violently reduced the power of the princes when he came to power. He overestimated his own means and underestimated the ambitions of the princes.

Zhu Li supported Prince of Yan Zhu Di only to protect himself.

Zhu Yunwen wanted to save the lives of his uncles, but in order to save his own life, he had to obey the will of heaven and quell the rebellion.

But Zhu Li chose the fourth brother, which made Zhu Yuanzhang a little puzzled.

But now is not the time to bring up these things.

Talking too much is useless and will only destroy the relationship.

The most important thing is that Prince of Yan Zhu Di won in the end.

This shows that Lao Jiu’s vision is correct.

What else is there to ask?
Do you want to ask Zhu Li why he wants to help the fourth brother?

Zhu Li would only answer that Emperor Jianwen wanted his uncle's life, but his fourth brother didn't.

Zhu Yuanzhang also knew that being born into a royal family, this kind of struggle was inevitable.

The most ruthless are the imperial family.

It is very clear in history books.

Zhu Yuanzhang also had personal experience.

How much care does he take for the children in his harem?

Except for the eldest brother's lineage, there is almost no one.

It's just a pity for Yun Wen.
If Zhu Yunwen won, it would mean that Zhu Yuanzhang was not wrong about him. This kid was indeed a man of both civil and military talents and was a qualified emperor.

But if you lost to Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan, who was a small vassal state, then there was nothing you could do. The throne was given to you by us, Zhu Yuanzhang. Who can you blame if you can't keep it?

No matter how the battle was fought, the final emperor was still surnamed Zhu.

As the sun sets, the golden sunlight shines over the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum like molten gold.

This solemn and sacred mausoleum seems to be shrouded in a layer of golden light under the setting sun, appearing particularly mysterious and solemn.

The sunlight shines through the clouds and falls on the red walls and yellow tiles of the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, reflecting a dazzling light.

Every brick and every tile seems to be coated with a layer of gold powder.

The sun also shines on the sacred path of Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum.

This straight and spacious Shinto road seems to have turned into a golden avenue under the sunlight.

The stone statues on both sides of the Shinto Road appear more lifelike under the sunlight.

"Dad, it's time for me to go." Zhu Li said softly.

"Be careful on your journey." Zhu Yuanzhang said nothing more.

Zhu Li looked deeply at his old man and took back the soul-guiding jade.

Zhu Yuanzhang disappeared into the air in an instant.

Zhu Li stood with his hands behind his back, his gentle eyes gradually turned cold. The warm afterglow sprinkled on his body, but he could not feel any warmth at all.

"Nuclear weapons should be ready."

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of."

In the office of the president of the United States, the tense atmosphere is almost suffocating.

Washington, DC outside the window seemed exceptionally quiet in the night, but the office was a busy and tense scene.

The president sat behind a large desk with a serious expression on his face, his eyes fixed on a report in front of him.

"Zhao Wang Zhu Li returned to Longguo."

coward
They originally thought that King Zhao would not lower himself to seek protection from the Dragon Kingdom even when faced with nuclear weapons.

The problem now is that King Zhao has returned to Long State.

Pity.

But the plan still has to go on.

"Mr. President," a senior adviser broke the silence, his lips pursed, sweat on his forehead, "We have analyzed all the intelligence and data, and the blood slave problem in Japan has reached an intolerable level. They not only threaten our security, but may also cause a greater disaster."

After hearing this, the president frowned.

The existence of blood slaves makes Japan a potential threat. If they are not eliminated, the consequences will be disastrous.

"We must take action," the president knocked on the table and whispered, "and quickly, before the Dragon Kingdom takes any action."

Following the president's order, the entire office fell into a more tense atmosphere.

Staff members were busy shuttling between departments, delivering the latest intelligence and orders.

The phones kept ringing as everyone prepared for the upcoming action.

The most important thing when dropping a nuclear bomb is to prevent other countries from misjudging it.

This is a nuclear bomb.

A nuclear bomb is enough to turn a city into hell.

We must be extremely cautious when conducting nuclear tests, let alone actually dropping a nuclear bomb.

At this moment, a military advisor came in with a serious look on his face: "Mr. President, we already have a detailed attack plan. We will start with Fukushima and Changxian. These two places are the areas with the highest concentration of blood slaves."

After hearing this, the president nodded and said, "Very good. We must ensure that we hit the target with one strike and completely eliminate those blood slaves."

"Yes, Mr. President," the military adviser said, "we are fully prepared and are just waiting for your order."

The president took a deep breath, knowing what this decision meant.

This will be an unprecedented war, a war that may change the world.

But he also knew that he had to make this difficult decision in order to protect the security of the country and the future of mankind.

"Well, that's it," the president said slowly, "Notify all relevant departments and prepare to implement the strike plan."

"Yes." Everyone looked serious.

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Zhao Fangxu was sitting in a spacious and bright office handling official business.

The setting sun outside the window shone through the glass onto his desk, casting a warm glow.

There was a hint of fatigue on his face.

Serving the King of Zhao must be more tiring than you might imagine.

We also have to deal with those old guys in the alien world.

Really tired.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rings.

Zhao Fangxu answered the phone.

"Director Zhao," it was Bi Youlong's voice, "I just received news that the United States has decided to launch nuclear weapons against Japan."

After hearing this, Zhao Fangxu frowned, as he knew the seriousness of the news.

"you sure?"

Bi Youlong nodded: "Yes, Mr. Zhao. I have verified it, and the news is absolutely reliable."

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath.

This is a dangerous sign.

"Be patient and calm down," Zhao Fangxu said after thinking for a moment, "Notify all relevant departments and make preparations for the response."

"King Zhao's side."

"Let's keep it a secret for now."

This time, the United States launched a nuclear attack, and only a few superpowers knew about it.

What about those small countries?

I'm sorry, even if the missiles are dropped, it is none of their business and their opinions will not be sought. The United States will at most inform a few superpowers, indicating that the nuclear strike is not aimed at them.

Bi Youlong asked, “Is this okay?”

"Haha, do you have a better decision?" Zhao Fangxu asked back.

".Yes, I understand."

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After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fangxu let out a deep breath.

It’s coming, and there’s no way to avoid it.

(End of this chapter)