Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 177 "Holy Mountain"

Ping'an capital, which once flourished in the Wa country, became a dead city, and the entire capital of the Wa country became a dead place.

Heian-kyo is below Lake Biwa. This place is called the Osaka Plain in later generations, and Lake Biwa is the main source of water for this plain.

Imagine that Heian-kyo is just below Lake Biwa, and Zhu Zhanhe built a Jingguan in the palace of Heian-kyo, and it is the largest and most used Jingguan so far.

What do you make the people who live down here think?Drink rotten water?
Qian Yong and Zhu Sanfeng were also shocked when they arrived in Ping An Jing, but Zhu Zhanhe didn't give them much time to digest, because they were here to find Zhu Zhanhe, and Zhu Zhanhe was not here.

Now Zhu Zhanhe is already in Suruga Bay.

Looking up to the northeast, Zhu Zhanhe narrowed his eyes at the snow-white peak.

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Yingtian Mansion, Imperial Palace, Qianqing Palace.

"Maybe it can be done?" Zhu Di looked at Zhang Fu who was kneeling below, with majesty in his plain expression.

"Return to Your Majesty, minister..."

Zhang Fu was a little hesitant, not because he lost confidence, or it could be said that he really lacked confidence.

It is a bit contradictory to say so, but it is not contradictory if it is placed on Zhang Fu.

If it is just to lead troops to fight, and it is to fight against a Wa country whose capital city has been destroyed, Zhang Fu dare not say that he is [-]% sure, but he is [-]% sure.

The reason why he has no confidence is because no one has confidence in this matter.

In the current world, there is no general who acts in the same style as Zhu Zhanhe, and there is no general who can reproduce the miracle Zhu Zhanhe created, and neither can Zhang Fu.

Just like Mu Sheng who had a headache when he faced Chen Jizuo, Zhang Fu couldn't make up his mind.

Or it should be said that compared to Mu Sheng, it was more difficult for Zhang Fu to make up his mind.

The 35-year-old Zhang Fu can be said to be still in his prime, but at this time he has already added various military exploits, and he can be said to be the most prestigious general in Ming Dynasty.

Participating in the Battle of Jingnan, the Hu Dynasty was destroyed in Yongle four years, he was promoted to the British Duke because of his meritorious service, and after that he repeatedly recruited Chen Jikuo. Zhang Fu is really the most capable general in Ming Dynasty now.

However, even now, he still dare not repeat the miracle created by Zhu Zhanhe.

Zhu Zhanhe killed 10,000+ people in Yuerhai during the northern expedition with the army, and built the first Beijing Temple in Ming Dynasty. Zhang Fu, who was in Jiaozhi at that time, was also well-educated and built a landscape.

However, the Jingguan he built is incomparable to the one in Yuerhai.

To put it bluntly, Zhu Zhanhe would have to laugh at him when he saw him, after all, a Jingguan with 2000 people really seemed useless in Zhu Zhanhe's eyes.

But now, Zhu Zhanhe first built a Jingguan with more than 30 people in Lake Shindo, and then built a Jingguan with twice the number of people in Heianjing.

Zhang Fu, he dare not.

Zhu Zhanhe just did what he did, he is a relative of the emperor, no matter how he has no way out, he will have a way out compared to this honored general, and if he Zhang Fu is educated and capable...

If you succeed, you will be admired by thousands of people, if you fail, you will be reviled by thousands of people. All the military exploits you have made before are useless. It can be said that your reputation will be ruined once.

"It's not for you to learn from the Prince of Han, but to let you stay for a period of time so that the Prince of Han can go home for a new year."

Zhu Di closed his eyes slightly, and slowly leaned back on the chair.

He would not allow anyone to steal the credit of his grandson. Although this credit is somewhat bloody and controversial, if he can reach Zhu Zhanhe's level, it is undoubtedly a success.

Although the courtiers and Chinese officials all thought that it was a loss of the demeanor of a great country, making Ming's subordinate countries fearful, and even alienated from morality, but Zhu Di thought it was very good.

The reason is simple, useful, and efficient.

Zhu Di also knew very well that no one in Ming Dynasty could reproduce this miracle except Zhu Zhanhe.

Before, he wanted Zhu Gaosui to do a re-enactment, and he couldn't even say a re-enactment, because Zhu Gaosui actually didn't have to deal with it, and he would kill anyone he met, and he didn't need to kill a few people to make Wala settle down.

But he didn't expect that his third son would be so disappointing.

Ordinary herdsmen looked down on them, and their regular troops couldn't catch up. In the end, they returned in vain, and it was clear that they had consumed so much food and grass.

"Don't think too much." Zhu Di sighed again when he thought of his unworthy third son.

"After you go, you don't have to worry about anything. You can do whatever Shizi asks you to do. After a while, Shizi will go back. Can this be done?"

"Chen, take the order!" Zhang Fuchang breathed a sigh of relief and accepted the order.

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Zhu Zhanhe didn't know what happened to Yingtian, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Because now he is doing a big thing, a big thing that he has been thinking about.

After half a year, Zhu Zhanhe finally dared to climb Mount Fuji, because the previous earthquake had been lingering in his mind and could not get rid of it.

Who knows if this brainless thing will erupt under the influence of an earthquake?If this shit erupted, let alone on the top of the mountain, even if it was a hundred miles away, the volcanic ash would be enough for him to drink a pot.

But now, Zhu Zhanhe is standing at the highest place in the Japanese country, looking down at this mountain which is revered as a holy mountain by the Japanese, his eyes are full of mockery.

The jade fan hangs upside down in the East China Sea and the sky, and the Fuji white snow reflects the morning sun.

This is the description and praise of the mountain by the Japanese, but in this era, very few people climbed the mountain, which brought great difficulties to Zhu Zhanhe.

This so-called holy mountain is nearly 4000 meters above sea level. Zhu Zhanhe brought 3 people to climb the mountain, but after reaching the top of the mountain, only [-] people remained.

People usually have some reactions at an altitude of about 700 meters. This situation varies from person to person, and this so-called holy mountain has an altitude of more than 700 meters.

Even if it is a continuous rest, not many people can persist here in the end.

Zhu Zhanhe is very fortunate that he persisted, otherwise it would have become a great regret in his life.

The soldiers set up the altar, and beside it, three banners fluttered in the wind.

On the three big flags, the three big characters of Ming, Zhu and Han are showing their demeanor in the wind.

Zhu Zhanhe beckoned, and then drew the saber from his waist.

At first, he thought of holding the Heaven Sealing Ceremony here, but now, he changed his mind.

Originally, Zhu Zhanhe felt that although the so-called holy mountain of the Japanese people could not be compared with Mount Tai, it was a representative existence of the Japanese country after all, just like Huo Qubing worshiped at Langjuxu Mountain back then.

Langjuxu Mountain cannot be compared with Mount Tai, but it has special significance, and Zhu Zhanhe feels that this so-called holy mountain is the same.

But now, he doesn't want to engage in any Heaven Sealing Ceremony.

The Fengtian Ceremony needs to kneel down to the sky and offer incense to sacrifice. If it is on Mount Tai, it is fine, but here, he feels disgusting.

"Bring it up!"

Because of the high altitude, Zhu Zhanhe's voice was a bit strange, and he was even panting, but anyone could hear the hidden excitement in his words.

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Ling and Zhu Ping, one by one, escorted Ashikaga Yoshichi and Emperor Gokomatsu, who were already slightly out of breath, to the altar.

laugh……

The crimson blood stained the white snow on the top of the mountain, adding color and defilement to this pure holy mountain in the eyes of the Japanese.

Hey~
Zhu Zhanhe ruthlessly plunged the saber into the soil, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and faced the sky.

At this moment, he wanted to shout out, but the lack of oxygen at high altitude prevented him from doing so.

However, his mood at this moment cannot be described in words.

(End of this chapter)