Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

“Now, is Benbo qualified to sit here and give orders?”

Unlike Emperor Tagawa Yu, when the remaining 32 daimyo heard the words "destroy Japan", most of them subconsciously drew their short swords.

But what followed their action was deafening gunfire that continued to ring out in the hall.

“Bang bang bang bang bang…”

The bodies fell backwards one by one.

Soon, a pungent smell of blood filled the hall.

Such a quick and swift killing made everyone shut their mouths and retreat one after another, fearing that they would be the next to fall.

Even Tianchuan Yuhuang felt a chill on his back, and when he looked at Zheng Zhilong again, there was a hint of strangeness and fear in his eyes.

The scene became quiet for a moment.

The daimyos looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Zheng Zhilong did not say anything, but just played with the revolver with a smile on his face.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

Finally, someone couldn't stand this feeling anymore and stood up.

"Bagaya Road..."

"boom!"

As soon as he cursed "bastard", he followed in the footsteps of others.

Zheng Zhilong blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, looked at the remaining dozen or so daimyos, and could not help but shake his head and sigh.

"Why don't you learn to be a good boy?"

"Why did the Ming Dynasty destroy the Japanese? Don't you have any idea?"

"Let's not talk about the past of the Ming Dynasty. Just in the past 200 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, how much trouble have you caused to the Ming Dynasty? You really can't even remember it at all?"

"How much have you, a tiny country, stolen from the Central Plains over the past thousands of years?"

"Every time I steal a little fur, I think I'm invincible, and I always want to jump up and stroke the tiger's whiskers in the Central Plains."

"Back then, the Tang Dynasty fought at Baijiangkou and beat you like grandsons. How come you don't remember anything at all?"

"What's wrong!"

"Do you really think Zhongyuan's kindness is spoiling?"

"Do you really think any father would spoil you like this?"

"I'm sorry, but now that the Holy Emperor is alive, it's time to punish you rebellious sons!"

"One word!"

"Those who follow the Ming will prosper, and those who go against the Ming will perish!"

"You choose!"

"I'll only give you ten!"

"ten!"

"Nine!"

“Plop…”

When the four daimyos heard this, their legs went weak and they knelt down on the spot.

"The Wu Teng family is willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

"The Aoi family is willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

"The Ozawa family is willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

"The Aragaki family is willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

Zheng Zhilong glanced at them and gestured to Zheng Zhibao.

Zheng Zhibao stepped forward, helped the four people up with a smile, sent them back to sit down at the low table, and poured them a glass of Magu wine.

Zheng Zhilong's countdown had not yet ended. The revolver in his hand struck the table with each count, like thunder from the sky, striking the hearts of those daimyōs.

"Eight!"

"seven!"

"six!"

"five!"

Finally, someone couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down.

"The Kuroda family is willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

"Four!"

"The Kato family is willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As the last number ended, Zheng Zhilong reached out and picked up the low table that he had kicked over earlier.

"Congratulations to all six of you for continuing to prosper!"

"Someone, drag everyone else out!"

Hearing these cold words, a daimyo who had not expressed his opinion before suddenly panicked.

"do not want!"

"My Nabeshima family is willing to submit......"

But before he could finish his words, he saw the head of the Kuroda family rushing over like a vicious dog.

"idiot!"

A shout and two slaps.

Guodao was a little confused by the draw.

But Kuroda had no intention of showing mercy. The next second, he picked up a short knife from the ground and stabbed it hard into Nabeshima's chest.

"Mr. Zheng has already given you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it!"

Looking at Kuroda's ferocious appearance, Nabeshima wanted to say something else, but he felt that all the strength in his body was rapidly draining away.

Then, a chill rose from my heart.

cold.........

Very cold...

boom!

Nabeshima fell down.

Kuroda turned around, faced Zheng Zhilong and knelt down again.

"Master, it's not worth wasting bullets to kill such a waste!"

His actions seemed to give a hint to the other five daimyo.

As soon as he finished speaking, before Zheng Zhilong could make a statement, the heads of the five families, Muto, Aoi, Ozawa, Aragaki, and Kato, stood up, each holding a dagger, and strode towards the remaining daimyos with a grim smile on their faces.

The remaining few big names were panicking!

Looking at the gleaming blade, they couldn't help but retreat.

However, he was blocked by Tianchuan Yuhuang's men, and then he was kicked in the knee, forcing him to kneel down involuntarily.

Feeling the tip of the knife getting closer and closer, someone couldn't help but shout.

"Yamete......."

"Lock expansion....Dame......."

"Yamete............"

Chapter 561: Can you really say such nonsense?

Thirty-three daimyō.

In a blink of an eye, there were only six left.

The 300 feudal domains of Edo were suddenly reduced by nearly one-tenth.

This all seems like a joke...

The hall was cleaned up again and the extra coffee tables were thrown away.

Fine wine and delicacies were brought to everyone one by one. Zheng Zhilong raised his glass, changed his previous cold attitude, and smiled at everyone.

"Everyone!"

"In the future, you will definitely be proud of your choice today!"

"From today on, you will be the people of the Ming Dynasty. After the Japanese are defeated, the Holy Emperor will bestow his grace upon you."

"Whether you become a duke or a marquis, everything depends on your performance in the future."

"Come and drink this cup!"

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses from a distance with a humbly look on their faces.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Before they could even start talking, a group of inexperienced guys got themselves drunk and fell to the ground.

"Wild boars can't eat fine bran!"

Zheng Zhilong glanced at them and shook his head with disdain.

Zheng Zhibao pointed at the twenty-four dishes and six soups on the table and laughed, "Even the emperor might not be able to enjoy such a feast. It's not their fault."

"Especially this bowl of flat noodles, which was made by Li Si'er under the instruction of His Majesty himself!"

“Authentic Northern Zhili Taihe Ban Mian!”

"Hehehehe, I can even make eight bowls in one breath!"

"boom!"

Zheng Zhilong raised his leg and kicked him: "Isn't Taihe part of Fengyang Prefecture? When did it become part of Northern Zhili?"

Zheng Zhibao glared: "How would I know? That's what His Majesty said at the time..."

Zheng Zhilong almost couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted from anger!

Evil brother!

How can you say such nonsense?

If the news spread back to the Central Plains, who knows how much trouble it would cause...

His Majesty was just joking, and you actually took it seriously?

"Get out!"

Zheng Zhibao slid out obediently with his tail between his legs, but before leaving he took the bowl of beef noodles in front of Zheng Zhilong...

The room was full of big names, all of them were drunk and there was no way to talk about business, so they had to disperse.

Zheng Zhilong also drank a lot. After leaving the aftermath to Li Guozhu, he pushed the door and left the hall.

Outside the door, the wind is cold.

My mother-in-law had already been taken away by Tianchuan Yuhuang, and my sister-in-law Duohe was squatting in the corridor outside, seemingly staring at the snow scene in a daze.

"Why are you sitting here instead of going back to the house?"

Hearing Zheng Zhilong's voice, Duohe shrank his neck.