How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 115 Qin Li, you'd better keep my words firmly in mind.

"General, how long will it take to kill this man?"

The historian had never seen such a scene before; it was nothing short of hell on earth. His fear of this mighty general had now penetrated to the bone.

The cavalrymen were like puppets who only knew how to kill. They did not commit any rape or plunder, but simply and brutally swung their swords. Their terrified faces received no pity.

Lin Fan stood by the pond in the courtyard, casually scattering fish food onto the water as he watched the fish scramble for it. His expression remained calm as he said, "Of course, we'll fight until there are no Japanese left in the city."

The historian swallowed hard and shook his head, saying, "General, I don't understand. How can the Japanese be killed off completely? This will surely create a blood feud that will last for generations and be difficult to resolve for a hundred years!"

Lin Fan did not answer, but suddenly turned to look at him, a smile appearing on his lips. "No, the Japanese will not have a chance to remember this hatred. Three years, this general only needs three years to completely wipe out the Japanese."

"What!" The historian's face drained of color. He couldn't understand why the general hated the Japanese so much; it was beyond his comprehension.

Lin Fan tossed all the fish food in his hand into the pond, clapped his hands, and said in a calm tone, "Alright, there's no need to discuss this matter anymore. As the historian, you should record the facts."

After saying that, he turned and left. The historian Wang stared at Lin Fan's departing figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

inside the house.

"General, this is a list of supplies I've compiled. I never imagined that the Toyotomi regime could accumulate so much wealth." General Liu placed the ledger on the table, and thinking about the cargo boxes that had been moved out, he found it truly astonishing.

Lin Fan casually picked up the ledger, flipped through a few pages, and then tossed it aside with little interest.

"How's the massacre going?" Lin Fan asked.

Lieutenant General Liu said, "Everything is going smoothly, but many Japanese are taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain of the city to hide and flee. There are also many secret passages in the city, and many Japanese are escaping through them. During this time, the soldiers have blocked at least six secret passages."

"General, should we lead the troops out of the city to pursue and kill them?"

General Liu no longer had much of a psychological trauma from the massacre of Japanese soldiers; the main issue was that the number of his compatriots who had been trafficked here was far greater than he had imagined.

Putting everything else aside, in Heian-kyo alone, after they captured the place, they actually found hundreds of their compatriots.

These compatriots, especially the men, fared relatively better; they were simply treated as laborers, with tattoos on their faces. The Japanese used tattoos to identify themselves, and even if they escaped, they could not hide their status as slaves.

As for women, their fate was much more tragic.

When he saw these women, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wished he could slaughter all the Japanese.

Lin Fan waved his hand and said, "No need. Just let the soldiers take care of things in the city. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go back. We've been away from the Central Plains for a while now, it's time to go back."

General Liu said, "General, before Toyotomi Hideyoshi died, he sent letters to various daimyo requesting support. Why didn't he wait for the daimyo to come and die?"

Lin Fan laughed and said, "If they were going to come, they would have arrived long ago. I bet those daimyo are hiding somewhere right now, trembling with fear. How many soldiers can these so-called daimyo have in such a small place? And how good can their equipment be? Do they dare to come?"

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant General Liu nodded in agreement, agreeing that the logic was indeed sound.

Because Lin Fan was always the one charging into battle in every war, the Japanese were so terrified that they became like stray dogs, and their iron cavalry could charge at will.

This naturally gave General Liu a misconception.

That means the Japanese are really not very good.

“The general is right. I will now urge them to speed up,” said Lieutenant General Liu.

Lin Fan said, "Tell the soldiers that I am very satisfied with their performance this time. When we return, I will reward them according to their merits."

"Yes, General."

General Liu was filled with anticipation.

Soldiers simply want to make a living. If they can achieve great things and bring honor to their ancestors, that would be ideal. However, judging from the current situation, it seems that they have truly achieved their goal of achieving great things.

They were following the Divine Martial General, a man of such high rank and power. Even a tiny bit of his money would be enough to feed and entertain them.

a few days later.

Soaring flames engulfed Heian-kyo, and tongues of fire licked the sky, turning it a deep crimson.

"What a beautiful campfire."

On the plain not far away, Lin Fan reined in his horse and stood there, gazing at the sea of ​​fire. Even though they were far apart, the scorching heat waves still rushed towards him.

The historian Wang frantically took notes.

[General Lin Fan, the Divine Warrior, conquered Heian-kyo (Kyoto) of Japan and burned it down.]

Commander Li gazed at the sea of ​​fire before him, his expression complex as he looked at Lin Fan and then at the historian Wang. He truly hadn't expected General Lin to be so indifferent, allowing the historian to record his story.

A hundred years from now, a thousand years from now, when discussing history, such a significant chapter cannot be ignored.

"Soldiers! Men of honor!" Lin Fan turned his horse around, his voice echoing across the land, "Back to the Central Plains!"

"Return to the Central Plains!"

His soldiers responded in unison, their shouts thunderous.

Having undergone the baptism of blood and fire, they have been transformed. The chilling aura emanating from them is the prototype of battle-hardened soldiers. Given time and diligent training, they will surely become the most valiant warriors in the world.

This trip to Japan was quite an experience for Lin Fan, as he thoroughly enjoyed the killing spree.

He conquered Heian-kyo, the capital of Japan, and collected some interest. After a while, when he had nothing else to do, he would lead his troops back again. He had set a three-year timeframe for the plan to wipe out the Japanese, which should be enough time to kill them all.

Moreover, the harvest this time was quite substantial, with the carts filled with gold, silver, and jewels. Indeed, by fighting to sustain the war, one becomes richer with each battle. Once one tastes the sweetness of victory, few can resist the temptation.

No wonder some countries in my past life always liked to stir up trouble; as long as they could gain the upper hand, they could really make a living.

a few days later.

As the soldiers sailed away, the daimyo who had received the news finally arrived. Seeing Heian-kyo still ablaze with fire, completely engulfed in flames, the daimyo wept, knelt there, and shouted and yelled.

It seemed to express sadness over the collapse of the Toyotomi regime, but there was also a hint of excitement.

The man named Tokugawa, in particular, was so excited that his eyes turned red.

If Lin Fan knew what they were thinking, he would definitely roar angrily, "What are you so happy about? In a while, I'll be the one to deal with you!"

……

One day.

At the coastal dock, warships appeared on the horizon. The local people who made a living at the dock all stood up straight and looked into the distance when they saw the magnificent fleet of warships.

When the people saw the flags, they immediately cheered.

"They're back, they're back."

This shout was like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples. The people spread the news, and the dock was instantly crowded with people. The soldiers who were going to war, along with their families, parents, sisters, wives and children, were filled with tension and anticipation as they flocked to the dock to wait.

There are always deaths in war.

It's not war if no one dies.

Qin Mansion.

"Governor, he's back," his trusted aide rushed in to report.

Qin Li was training in the courtyard when he heard this. He slowly stopped his movements, let out a long sigh, and put his weapon back on the rack. "How many have returned? What are the casualties?"

The confidant shook his head and said, "We don't know yet. The ship hasn't reached the dock yet, but given the Japanese people's ruthless nature, they must have suffered a loss. I think it would be good if half of them came back."

Qin Li squinted, pondering. He naturally hoped that Lin Fan's entire army would be wiped out, ideally with most of his three thousand soldiers killed or wounded. If that happened, how could he possibly show his face here?

"Come, follow me to greet them."

……

On the sea.

Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship. As the shore drew closer, his mind became more active. He put aside the matter of Japan for the time being and focused on exporting Qin Li.

"Wang, are you aware of the matter of Qin Li requesting His Majesty to allocate six million in military funds?" Lin Fan asked.

The historian nodded. "Yes, I understand."

"Then I asked Qin Li to send back two million taels. Did Qin Li send it back?"

The historian Wang shook his head and said, "General, when I left the capital with Commander Li, Governor Qin had not yet sent back the two million taels of silver."

"Hmph, what a Qin Li! Arrogant and self-important, he doesn't respect His Majesty at all. I, the general, will have a good talk with Qin Li later. Historian Wang must record this truthfully." Lin Fan said.

"Ah... Oh!!!" The historian Wang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

For Wang, the historian, being a historian was indeed a high-risk profession. But if you did it well, you could be remembered for all time. If you did it poorly, you would be mediocre and die of old age.

Every historian dreams of being remembered for eternity.

Because they come into contact with history and see the names of the historians who are remembered by later generations, they feel their blood boil.

Warships dock
Lin Fan went ashore and found a large crowd of onlookers. He smiled and nodded to the villagers. Then, led by General Liu, the soldiers carried boxes of gold and silver jewelry down the river.

"Congratulations on General Lin's triumphant return," Qin Li said with a smile.

He kept an eye on the warships and noticed that the number of soldiers did not seem to have decreased much. More importantly, he noticed that these soldiers were exuding a chilling aura.

This is a very rare quality.

It is also the essential spirit and energy required to become an elite soldier.

"General Qin, have you been waiting long?" Lin Fan asked.

Qin Li said, "Upon learning of General's return, I naturally had to come and welcome you. General Lin must have gained a great deal from your trip to Japan."

"Not bad," Lin Fan said with a smile.

Lieutenant General Liu arrived and reported the situation; all the goods had been moved ashore.

Qin Li's confidant stepped forward, looked at General Liu, and asked, "General Liu, how was your trip to Japan?"

Lieutenant General Liu remained silent, instead respectfully standing beside Lin Fan. His meaning was clear: he was a soldier under General Lin and would not answer any questions without the general's permission.

Seeing that Lieutenant General Liu was so ungrateful, the confidant's face suddenly turned furious. He was about to reprimand him when he saw Lin Fan narrow his eyes and snort coldly, "What? Do my men have to report to you?"

The confidant was so frightened by the rebuke that his face turned pale, and he lowered his head and remained silent. How could he dare to be disrespectful to Lin Fan?

Qin Li gave Liu Canjiang a deep look, then smiled and said, "General Lin, please calm down. My subordinate had no other intentions. I was just curious and asked casually."

"Hmph, you disrespectful brat. You have someone to guide you, but no one to teach you," Lin Fan scolded.

Qin Li suppressed his anger, harboring considerable resentment towards Lin Fan. What did he mean by that sentence?
If it were someone else...

Qin Li would have slapped him long ago, but he was facing Lin Fan, the current Divine Martial General. Now, Qin Li had no choice but to back down.

"General Lin, you must be tired from your journey to Japan. Why don't you return to your residence to rest first? I have prepared wine and dishes to welcome you back and wash away the dust of your journey."

Qin Li did not want to get entangled with Lin Fan at the dock.

He knew that this person was erratic and violent, and that if a conflict were to break out, he would be the one to suffer.

Lin Fan waved his hand and said, "No need. His Majesty is waiting for me to return and report. But before I leave, I would like to ask Governor Qin if you have received His Majesty's decree to return the two million taels of military pay."

Hear this.

Qin Li's heart sank, but he remained calm and said helplessly, "General Lin, we have received the money, but as you know, coastal defense is a matter of national importance. The soldiers have already been very frugal with their food, drink and other expenses. We really can't return the military pay."

"Is it that you can't get a refund, or that you don't want to?" Lin Fan asked.

Qin Li said, "There's really no way to retreat. The military pay isn't enough, the Japanese pirates are attacking, and the soldiers' morale has plummeted. How can we..."

Lin Fan interrupted his nonsense, "Alright, what's the point of all this nonsense? Japanese pirates, Japan? Lieutenant General Liu, tell Governor Qin what we've gained from this trip."

"Yes, General." Lieutenant General Liu said, "During this trip to Japan, under your leadership, we crushed the Toyotomi regime and destroyed Heian-kyo. Now, the only ones left with military power in Japan are the daimyo. The coastal defense will be under no pressure from now on."

"what?"

Qin Li looked at Lin Fan in shock, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Three thousand ordinary soldiers, though clad in armor, actually destroyed the Toyotomi regime.
Isn't this just a joke?

Toyotomi Hideyoshi was a man of courage and wisdom, yet he was so easily defeated by his beloved?
"You don't believe me?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

Qin Li looked slightly embarrassed and said, "It is true that the General personally led the troops into battle. How could it be false? Since that is the case, then the military pay should be returned. I will have someone personally send two million taels of military pay back to the capital and put it into the national treasury."

"Well, also, the military pay expense ledger should be sent back along with the military pay. I don't think Governor Qin will refuse to give it to me, right?" Lin Fan said.

When the topic of military pay accounts came up, Qin Li's expression became uneasy, and he said softly, "General, is this really the way it is?"

Lin Fan did not answer Qin Li, but looked at the historian beside him, "History Secretary Wang, did you write down what the general just said? I asked him to hand over the military pay and expenditure ledger, and he seemed dissatisfied. Could it be that he is afraid of being investigated and found out?"

The historian Wang nodded.

He didn't even look up, just kept taking notes.

Qin Li frowned. Only then did he realize that there was a historian and another person beside Lin Fan. Wasn't that the commander of the Imperial Guard?

That's when he finally understood.

Lin Fan was deliberately trying to sabotage him.

Think of this.

Qin Li suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "General, rest assured, the account books will be delivered to His Majesty along with the military pay."

"Yes, and you remember this: everything you have now is given to you by His Majesty. You must be grateful. His Majesty is old and in poor health. Don't think that just because His Majesty is old, you can bully him. If you piss me off, I don't care who you are, I'll smash your head with a stick. Do you understand?" Lin Fan said coldly.

As soon as these words came out.

Qin Li's anger surged, and he could no longer contain himself. He said, "General Lin, what you're saying is a gross underestimation of my authority."

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful and fierce gust of wind from a punch came rushing towards him!

Qin Li was shocked and hurriedly raised his hand to block, but he heard a muffled thud, his arms were in excruciating pain as if they were about to break, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Fan walked step by step to Qin Li, his gaze indifferent.

"Listen to me, you'd better keep what I say firmly in mind. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it, my methods will make you remember it."

Lin Fan's condescending and disdainful gaze sent a shiver down Qin Li's spine.

The surrounding people stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost, at the scene before them.

They never expected the Divine Martial General to be so domineering.

"Governor..." Qin Li's confidant panicked.

Who would have thought that the Divine General would act so decisively?

There is absolutely no buffer time before the wind-up.

The historian frantically recorded the scene, exclaiming how domineering it was, a level of utter domineering that was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before.

Commander Li witnessed this scene and was speechless with astonishment.

Qin Li struggled to his feet, his eyes burning with fury. He was truly enraged by Lin Fan, but he knew that if he challenged Lin Fan now, he would definitely not get away with it.

The soldiers loyal to him behind him couldn't move either; any movement would lead to trouble.

Lin Fan looked at Qin Li and said, "Send the military pay and account books to the capital as soon as possible. Don't keep me waiting and make me come here in person to ask you for them again."

After saying this, Lin Fan loudly proclaimed, "All soldiers, listen to my command! Follow me back to the capital, where I will bestow titles upon you."

"Yes, General."

The soldiers who followed Lin Fan have all become his men, their loyalty is off the charts, completely captivated by Lin Fan's personal charisma.

After Lin Fan led his army away, Qin Li, who was standing there, clenched his fists. He never expected that despite his efforts to avoid them, he would still be humiliated in public.

But he deeply felt Lin Fan's strength.

It's really terrifying.

That punch came too fast and was too domineering. He couldn't even defend against it. He could even tell that the punch wasn't Lin Fan's full strength.

Just how terrifying must the opponent's strength be?

The next day.

Yu Xincheng.

This county town is very close to the coastal border defense. He was not in a hurry to lead his troops back to the capital. Instead, he captured merchants and rescued civilians, most of whom lived in villages and towns near Yuxin City.

Walking on the official road, which was full of potholes, was very uncomfortable.

Lin Fan frowned and said, "Who built this official road? What is the local magistrate doing? He can't even maintain the official road."

The historian replied, “General, the imperial treasury is often tight, and the amount of silver allocated is limited. As for the official roads… as long as they are passable, there is no need to make them too perfect.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Sir Wang, how about we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I bet this magistrate is a corrupt official who has embezzled most of the silver allocated by the court. Moreover, if we follow his leads and investigate further up the chain of command, I might even have to carry out a massacre in the imperial court," Lin Fan said.

The historian Wang remained silent, but his meaning was clear.

I won't gamble with you. Soon, they arrived at a village, Xinghua Town.

It's a pretty good name.

"Zhang Quan, is this your home?" Lin Fan asked a man.

Zhang Quan looked much better, but the tattoo on his face could not be removed. He respectfully replied, "Reporting to the general, this is my home. I was captured five years ago and do not know how my family is doing."

Seeing his uneasy and frightened expression, Lin Fan reassured him, "Don't be afraid. I will personally escort you back and leave you with some extra money. You still have to live your life as before, right?"

"Yes."

Zhang Quan nodded, showing great respect for the Divine Martial General before him, who was his savior and had been very kind to them.

As Zhang Quan entered the town, his pace gradually slowed. Feeling apprehensive about returning home, he looked around. The townspeople also noticed this group of uninvited guests. Some frowned and sized up Zhang Quan, feeling that he looked familiar but not daring to recognize him.

Finally, someone tentatively called out, "Zhang Quan?"

"It's me!" Zhang Quan shouted excitedly, his voice trembling.

The man exclaimed in shock, "Weren't you dead? How come you're back?"

"I'm not dead. I was kidnapped and taken to Japan." Zhang Quan grabbed the other man's sleeve, his voice hoarse. "Thanks to the General's rescue... Where's my mother? How are my wife and the others?"

The other person's eyes darted away, their lips moved as if to speak, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.

Lin Fan frowned, taking in the other person's expression, and thought to himself that something was wrong; it seemed that trouble was about to occur.

Zhang Quan stopped asking questions and ran frantically toward the home he remembered.

Lin Fan rode up to the man and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened in his family?"

Seeing Lin Fan's imposing presence, the commoner knew he was a big shot and dared not conceal anything, saying, "Reporting to the general, Zhang Quan disappeared for five years. Everyone thought he was dead. His wife took care of his mother for two years. His mother missed her son so much that she fell ill and passed away. His wife had no choice but to marry someone else."

Lin Fan took a deep breath, turned to look at the merchant who sold Zhang Quan, pointed at him, and said, "You son of a bitch, you caused someone's family to be ruined and killed. If I don't skin you alive, I'm not the Divine Martial General."

The merchant Lin Fan pointed at was deathly pale, his face devoid of color. If he hadn't been held back by the soldiers, he would probably have collapsed to the ground.

When Lin Fan arrived at Zhang Quan's house, he saw him kneeling in the overgrown yard, his hands gripping the yellow earth tightly, wailing loudly at the dilapidated house: "Mother! Your son is back, Mother!"

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds up to waist height, and half of the eaves had collapsed.

But from the remaining chicken coop, dog kennel, and that small patch of overgrown vegetable garden, one can still imagine the warmth of the past when smoke curled from the chimney.

Lin Fan said, "Zhang Quan, since it has already happened, there's no use in regretting it. Now that you have no ties, I wonder if you'd be willing to work for me?"

Having tattoos on your face will inevitably make you the subject of pointing fingers and whispers.

Now that he has no ties to anyone, Lin Fan feels that there are too many pitiful people in the world, and since he has met them, he should help them if he can.

“General, I thank you for your kindness, but I only wish to stay here and guard my mother’s grave. My mother told me that we must not abandon our home and that we must support it no matter what,” Zhang Quan said.

Lin Fan dismounted and reached out his hand to General Liu. General Liu immediately understood and handed over some silver.

Lin Fan took the silver, walked to Zhang Quan's side, and placed the silver in his hand. "Alright, this general respects your choice. Take this silver and live a good life at home from now on. Life is long, and you have to walk it yourself."

Pfft!
Zhang Quan knelt down, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Thank you, General. I will remember you for the rest of my life."

"Alright, as a citizen of the Central Plains Dynasty, I, the general, naturally have to protect you. If you encounter any problems you can't solve in the future, go to the county town and find the local officials. Tell them that I, the Divine Martial General, promised you that I must solve your troubles. If they don't solve them, write to the Divine Martial Division, and I will handle it for you personally," Lin Fan said.

"Thank you General."

Zhang Quan kowtowed.

The kindness shown to me in this life is impossible to repay; I can only repay it by being reborn as a cow or a horse in the next life.

Lin Fan led the group away. Fortunately, some of the people's families were still alive. When they saw their long-lost relatives return, they embraced each other and wept bitterly.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, distributed money to every household.

However, the anger he felt towards the merchant was about to completely erupt.

The only truly difficult thing is that the women who were trafficked to Japan suffered terrible abuse. If they stayed there, they would face stigma and gossip. Reputation is extremely important to women today, and the whispers and strange looks from their neighbors could be enough to kill them.

The outcome is either dying in Japan or dying in their hometown.

As a benevolent and compassionate Divine Martial General, how could Lin Fan simply bring the person back and then abandon them?

Now that he has power and influence, his word is law. Who dares to contradict him? I have established the Shenwu Division Logistics Office in the capital. Who dares to speak up and who dares to disobey?

Therefore, he brought all the women who were willing to go with him back to the capital and arranged them in the logistics department of the Divine Martial Division, where Ning Yu would be in charge.

The historian recorded all of these scenes.

This record is quite heartwarming.

The previous records all described how the Divine Martial General massacred cities and destroyed countries, and how he was powerful and domineering, punching Qin Li, the Left Commander of the Five Armies Commandery. But now, the Divine Martial General is shown to love his people like his own children, to be considerate and thoughtful, and to be warm and touching.

We arrived in Yuxin County.

The local magistrate, clerk, and officials of all ranks stood respectfully at the city gate, waiting.

As Lin Fan appeared, local officials knelt down to greet him respectfully.

"Your humble servant respectfully welcomes the Divine Martial General."

To local officials, the appearance of the Divine Martial General was like the descent of divine might; he was a figure they never dared to even dream of.

A feeling of tension filled my heart.

The sound of horses' hooves, like muffled thunder, grew louder as it approached, finally stopping in front of the crowd.

Lin Fan sat high on his horse, his gaze as cold as a blade, slowly sweeping over the group of officials prostrate on the ground, without immediately telling them to get up.

"How did the questioning go?"

Lieutenant General Liu reported: "General, it has been found that the local magistrate and clerk were involved in the trafficking of people to Japan, and the local gangs were also accomplices."

Upon hearing this, the kneeling magistrate trembled violently, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He secretly glanced up and was horrified to see that the merchants who should have been far away in Japan were being escorted by soldiers in the queue!
Wait... what's going on?

Isn't it in Japan?

How did they end up here out of nowhere?

Lin Fan calmly said, "Men, arrest the county magistrate, the clerk, and all other relevant personnel."

"Yes."

Immediately, a group of soldiers stepped forward and, in front of the surrounding people, arrested the county magistrate and the clerk. At the same time, another group of soldiers headed towards the local gang's headquarters.

The magistrate cried out in panic, "General, spare me! General, spare me! What have I done wrong?"

Lieutenant General Liu shouted angrily, "Shut up! You colluded with merchants to kidnap people and smuggle them to Japan, causing families to be destroyed and people to die. Now the evidence is conclusive, do you still want to deny it?"

The magistrate pleaded, "General, spare my life! I was only after some money and had no idea they were trafficking people to Japan. Please, General, spare my life!"

at this time.

The surrounding people were talking about it.

They now realized that the local magistrate and his clerk had colluded with merchants to sell people to Japan. Only then did they understand why some men in the crowd had tattoos on their faces.

Lin Fan said, "Lieutenant General Liu, after you arrest the man, drag him directly to the execution ground and behead him."

"Yes, General."

Upon hearing this, the magistrate and his entourage immediately fainted, their vision blurred. They never imagined they would be beheaded.

Lin Fan ignored these petty officials and led the merchants to their mansion, which was immediately apparent to be extremely luxurious.

The mansion they had arrived at was called the Zhou Mansion. The Zhou merchant, who was being held captive, was already terrified. He knelt down with a thud and begged for mercy, "General, please have mercy! I confess my crime, but it has nothing to do with my family. General, please spare my life!"

Lin Fan looked at him, "Spare my life? It has nothing to do with your family? Did you earn their food, drink, and other necessities by trafficking people?"

"General, spare my life!" Zhou the merchant cried out.

Lin Fan said, "Don't think that I, the general, am abusing my power to bully you. According to the law, the main culprit in human trafficking abroad will be hanged and their family members will be exiled. If the family members know that you are trafficking but conceal it, they will be punished the same as the main culprit."

The Zhou merchant felt that his family was doomed.

His family knew all about his human trafficking activities, and they even often offered him advice.

At Lin Fan's command, the soldiers smashed open the gates of the Zhou residence and quickly dragged out all the men, women, and children inside.

Seeing this, everyone knew something was wrong and began to cry out in protest, claiming they knew nothing about it.

Lin Fan's angry glare and domineering demeanor terrified the Zhou family, making them tremble with fear.

Just then, a boy of about seven or eight years old, seeing his family being humiliated, broke free from the tugging and pointed at Lin Fan, shouting, "How dare you! You bully us! Wait till my dad sells you to Japan to do hard labor too!"

As soon as these words came out.

For the Zhou family, it was like the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open; the entire sky had crumbled.

"Hahaha...!" Lin Fan laughed in anger, saying three times, "Fine! Fine! Very well! Since that's how it is, this general will send your whole family on their way, neatly and completely!"

The world today may seem peaceful and prosperous, but it is actually shrouded in darkness. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It just means that they are hiding it very well. Ordinary people don't have many opportunities to see it. When you do see it, it means you are already deeply involved, and you can't escape it.

The people rescued by Lin Fan knelt down and shouted, "Thank you, General, for getting justice for us!"

They never expected that a high-ranking official would actually be willing to seek justice for them, ordinary people.

Caishikou.

The local people flocked to this area.

Lin Fan stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people below and the row of prisoners slumped and waiting to die, before finally letting out a thunderous shout.

"cut!"

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, slicing through the air.

There was no need for executioners; the executioners were all soldiers. With swift and decisive strokes, heads rolled to the ground and blood splattered. The scene was so shocking that the onlookers gasped in horror and remained stunned for a long time.

The local official was beheaded and his head displayed to the public in just one day.

The number of people killed was as high as hundreds.

This can be said to be the day in which Yu Xincheng has been killed the most times in decades.

Meanwhile, the other merchants elsewhere were so terrified that their crotches were wet, they collapsed to the ground, powerless, their vision blurred, and they muttered to themselves.

We're doomed! We're really doomed!
The journey to the capital should have taken only a few days, but because of this matter, it took about three more days, though the results were very good.

In today's world, strict laws are necessary.

To be merciful to them is to be cruel to ordinary people.

The historian Wang felt that this trip was truly worthwhile, as he recorded the biggest case in his life: a case of collusion between officials and merchants to traffic people.

Over several days, he traveled to many places, and the general's sword beheaded nearly a thousand people.

This involves far too many people.

More importantly, the historian Wang did not expect that this matter would involve the Ministry of Revenue, and that high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Revenue would be implicated. Those who were trafficked often ended up with their families destroyed and their lives ruined.

Their land was naturally unclaimed, which created a lot of room for manipulation.

Some officials in the Ministry of Revenue naturally had ulterior motives as well.

I have some ideas.

Seeing that General Lin's expression remained unchanged, the historian knew that this high-ranking official from the Ministry of Revenue was doomed. The general wasn't angry because he hadn't arrived in the capital yet; even if he were angry, it would be a waste of his energy. But once he arrived in the capital, the situation would be much more serious.

Ten miles outside the capital.

When the emperor learned that his mighty general had returned in triumph, he was overjoyed and went ten miles outside the city to welcome him. All the civil and military officials followed him, a grand occasion that everyone envied.

This is what a favored minister is.

At this moment, the emperor gazed into the distance and could vaguely see the banner of the Divine Martial General. He couldn't help but smile with joy, "Look, my Divine Martial General has returned."

The eunuch said from the side, "Your Majesty, General Jinmu has returned in triumph with great success. The letter he sent said that the Toyotomi regime in Japan has collapsed and he has brought back all the wealth of Heian-kyo. General Jinmu has made a tremendous contribution this time."

"Hahaha... You don't need to tell me that, my Divine Martial General is no ordinary man." The emperor laughed.

Among the welcoming party, the eldest prince had a complex expression.

My mind is full of questions.

How could he even come back?
Do you think the Japanese grew up eating shit?
Is your mind filled with nothing but shit?
The Grand Tutor approached the Crown Prince and whispered, "Crown Prince, you must perform well later."

"Ah! Oh!" The eldest prince nodded blankly.

The Grand Tutor looked at the First Prince with suspicion, feeling that something was off about the First Prince's mood, as if something had happened that was beyond his expectations.

Could it be that the Crown Prince informed Japan of the whereabouts of General Jinmu?
impossible.

Impossible.

The eldest prince would never do something so stupid. After all, even the ninth prince, who is considered the most foolish, understands how serious a crime it is to collude with the enemy and betray the country.

The second prince approached his father and said, “Father, General Shenwu’s trip has thoroughly demonstrated the might of our great Central Plains dynasty. I believe that General Shenwu should be richly rewarded.”

"Oh? My son, how do you think I should reward my mighty general?"

The second prince said, "Father, I wish to become the disciple of the Divine Martial General."

The emperor laughed and said, "Your abacus is so loud that it can be heard from the capital to Anzhou. Is this a reward for the Divine Martial General, or for you?"

The second prince smiled brightly and said, "Father, I just admire General Shenwu so much that I hope to learn from him. Even if I can only learn a little bit, I will feel that it will benefit me for the rest of my life."

"Hmm, it shows that my son is quite ambitious to have such thoughts, but my Divine Martial General has too many responsibilities and no time to spare, so you should not join in the fun," the emperor said.

"Yes, I understand."

The second prince didn't press the matter further, which was frustrating.

At the same time, I felt a deep sense of jealousy and envy.

The Emperor's affection for the Divine Martial General far exceeded his love for his own son.

Thinking of this, the second prince felt very unwilling.

It didn't take long.

When the army appeared, Lin Fan was slightly taken aback upon seeing the emperor. He then dismounted and hurried over, "Your Majesty, what brings you here?"

The emperor laughed and said, "My dear minister, your annihilation of the Toyotomi regime in Japan is an unparalleled achievement. How could I not come to welcome you?"

"Your Majesty, I am grateful for your kindness. I have done my mission well. The trip to Japan went smoothly. Although I did not completely destroy Japan, I did damage its foundation. Within three years, I will surely wipe Japan out completely," Lin Fan said.

"My dear minister, there's no rush..." The emperor suddenly saw the historian Wang, and swallowed the words he was about to say. His gaze fell on Commander Li, as if questioning, "Why haven't you done the things I entrusted to you?"

Commander Li noticed His Majesty's aggrieved expression and looked pitifully at the General.

The meaning is clear.

It's not that I don't want to do it, but that the General doesn't need to. He even brought the Imperial Historian Wang with him so that he could witness the massacre firsthand.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, thank you for sending the royal historian. The royal historian recorded my destruction of the Japanese kingdom very clearly. In the future, hundreds or thousands of years, the historical records will be filled with my story, and I will be remembered for eternity."

The emperor said, "If you like it, that's fine."

The emperor then looked at the court historian.

"My beloved minister, what do you think of your performance on this trip?"

At this moment, the historian Wang, neither humble nor arrogant, respectfully said: "Your Majesty, the Divine Martial General is incredibly brave and the best in the world. I am greatly shocked. The land of Japan should indeed be destroyed, otherwise it may become a scourge. The General's expedition this time is justified, and I approve of it."

"Hmm!!!" The emperor nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad.

You're smart enough not to make me feel like slapping you when I'm in a good mood.

"But Your Majesty, I have something to say..."

"cough cough"

Lin Fan coughed, his eyes narrowed, and looked at the historian Wang.

It's as if to say...

Damn it, didn't I tell you?

With so many people in the audience, if you were to reveal this, where would His Majesty's face be?

The eldest prince has colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country. He may be able to afford to lose face, but His Majesty may not.

(End of this chapter)