Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

For the next two days, Mori Terumoto spent his time in a state of drunkenness and debauchery.

The rest of the tribesmen dared not say anything more and only urged the fleet to continue searching forward. The huge fleet was like a group of overbearing sharks, recklessly and recklessly rushing in the sea.

On the sea, schools of fish make way and seagulls circle.

It was almost noon, and Mori Terumoto had not yet woken up from his sleep. More than a dozen generals of the Mori family gathered on the deck of the main ship, chatting and laughing.

"The family head really knows how to enjoy himself. I don't think he can even get up today." An elderly general smiled evilly.

"Hahaha, Fujita-kun, you dare to make fun of the family head. Just wait and see how he will deal with you when he wakes up." A general who was familiar with him joked.

"The head of the family doesn't care about these things, but that woman is indeed very charming. I can't stand just looking at her." The general who spoke first waved his hand, not caring at all.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes flashed, revealing a hint of burning emotion.

That slender waist, that snow-white skin, those lacquered eyes, that fair nose, if you could savor them carefully, it would surely be an endless aftertaste.

Not far away, beside the ship, Kameda Taro listened to his superiors' laughter, but he was not happy at all. The Ming army's warships were very powerful, not only bigger than theirs, but also faster.

They took the initiative to seek a fight, but were still so careless.

In Kameda's opinion, that was courting death.

"How did I end up hanging out with these idiots?" Kameda pouted helplessly and turned away. "No, I can't be buried with these guys. I have to find a chance to slip away."

He now regretted a little why he had told the idiot Mori Terumoto that the Ming army was attacking.

But soon, he laughed at himself.

The Ming army came thousands of miles away, and even if the Mori family did not look for him, he would come to look for the Mori family. Therefore, this battle between the two families is inevitable, and this is driven by the most primitive interests.

Either you die or I live.

Unless the Mori family is willing to surrender to the Ming army, or the Ming army leaves.

"That idiot Mori Terumoto will sooner or later drag the Mori navy into the abyss." Kameda Tai sighed, looking towards the distant sea with burning eyes, thinking about how to escape.

Surrender in battle?

No, it is too dangerous to rush over and surrender in the middle of a war. Cannons have no eyes.

Are you just going to run away now?

Their fleet was caught in the middle, and there was no way they could leave without Mori Terumoto's order.

"Then why don't I go and ask for an order from Mori Terumoto?" Taro Kameda suddenly thought of something and was overjoyed.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

The dazzling sun descended from the dome, falling on the vast sea, creating waves of golden light. A gentle breeze, carrying the smell of the sea, blew in my face.

Taro Kameda's anxiety was swept away.

"Hehe, your Otomo family can surrender to the Ming army, but why can't I? If I stay with this idiot Mori Terumoto, I will be dragged down into the water sooner or later." Taro Kameda made up his mind, turned around, walked to the front of Mori's cabin, and stood respectfully.

The wooden door was tightly closed and I couldn't see what was going on inside.

But I could vaguely hear some tempting sounds coming from inside.

On the large nanmu bed at the innermost part of the cabin, Maori Terumoto was lying at the head of the bed with his chest exposed and his face pale.

With his eyes slightly closed and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he clearly looked very enjoyable.

In his arms, lay a woman who was about twenty years old, with a flushed face, seductive eyes, and skin as red as roses.

Her delicate body trembled, her eyebrows lowered, and her delicate hand gently drew circles on Mori Terumoto's chest.

She exhaled a sweet breath and said coquettishly, "Head of the family, you should get up. It's almost noon. If you don't get up today, the generals under your command will blame me again."

While humming, the woman rubbed her body.

Suddenly, Mao Li Terumoto's face turned red, he opened his eyes suddenly, pressed the woman's shoulders, and looked at her with fiery eyes.

Just as they were about to make love, Mori Terumoto suddenly felt his legs go weak.

A feeling of soreness and weakness spread throughout the body.

"Why did I become like this?" Maori Terumoto picked up the mirror on the left side of the bed, looked at his face, his face full of disbelief.

In just a short period of time, the person in the mirror had a pale face, sunken eyes, a haggard appearance, and even a few white hairs in his beard.

If this continues, how can he fight against the Ming army?

"No, you must stop drinking starting tomorrow!"

Mori Terumoto made up his mind secretly and struggled to sit up from the bed. Gokanahi grabbed a piece of clothing, wrapped his naked body, and carefully helped Mori Terumoto to dress.

After putting on his robe, Mao Li Terumoto, supported by the woman, staggered out of the cabin.

The soft warm sun shone on his face, and Mao Li Terumoto's limbs felt warm, and he barely regained a little strength.

At this time, a group of generals came up and saluted and greeted Maori Terumoto. Maori Terumoto waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse, and he led the woman to the dining hall.

Taro Kameda followed closely behind with a flattering look on his face.

"What do you want?" asked Maori Terumoto.

Seeing the pale face of Mao Li Terumoto, Kameda Taro became more determined and bowed, saying, "Head of the family, the Ming fleet should be not far ahead. I am willing to lead my warships to investigate the Ming army's deployment."

"Yoshi!" A trace of blood rushed into Maori Terumoto's pale face, and he patted Kameda Taro on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Kameda-kun, you are worthy of being a loyal subject of my Maori family."

"Hey, I will serve the family head even if it means death!" Taro Onita hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

"Well, go ahead, and remember to be safe."

"Hi."

After receiving the order, Taro Kameda was not willing to stay any longer. He drove his warship as if he was in a hurry and headed straight for Zhang Yunxiu's fleet.

At noon the next day, Taro Kameda saw from afar that the endless sea was filled with Ming army's warships.

Surrounded on three sides, only his side was missing.

It was like a huge cage, waiting for Mori Terumoto to enter.

"Phew, it's a good thing I had anticipated this. Otherwise, if I had followed that idiot Mori Terumoto, I wouldn't even know how I would have died in a battle in a few days." Kameda Taro breathed a sigh of relief, feeling complacent with his wise decision.

He was originally a pirate.

Seeing that the Mori family was more powerful, he surrendered to the Mori family.

He only regarded the Mori family as a master who provided him with food. Now that he had a stronger master, he naturally kicked the old master away.

"Mr. Kameda, the Ming army's waters are ahead. Do we really want to go over there and surrender?" A tall and thin, young-looking Japanese pirate asked timidly.

"Murakami-kun, there is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'He who knows the times is a hero.'" Kameda adjusted his black eye mask, turned to look at the man and said, "The Ming army is more powerful than the Mori family. Let's join them. This is called knowing the times."

Murakami seemed to understand, but finally nodded in agreement.

The other several confidants also nodded, expressing their willingness to surrender to the Ming army along with Kameda.

"Yoshi."

Kameda Taro smiled and nodded, looking around at everyone and assured them: "As long as we join the Ming army, we will also be able to sail on that kind of warship in the future. At that time, we can go wherever we want."

Everyone laughed.

Then, Taro Kameda ordered his men to hoist a white flag on the ship and rush straight towards the fleet in front.

Zhang Yunxiu’s army and the patrol ships at the front.

On the battleship, a burly officer watched this scene and cursed: "Damn it, I thought I could fire a few shots to satisfy my desire, but I didn't expect that he would come to surrender."

"Hahaha, boss, how about we fire a few cannons to scare them?" a clever soldier laughed. "Yes, this cannon is newly produced by the Ordnance Bureau, we have to give it a try." Another person followed suit.

In the spirit of just watching the fun, the soldiers all talked at once, telling their stories in a variety of ways.

The officer's face was gloomy. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his stubbled chin, thinking: This cannon is said to be able to fire three miles away, and they are still so far away. It won't hurt to scare them when they are five miles away.

"Okay! Get ready, aim and shoot."

"Yes."

Cheers soon rang out on the battleship, and the cannons were loaded and aimed.

Staring at the warship sailing in the distance.

Getting closer, getting closer.

When they were still five miles away from the patrol ship, the officer waved his hand fiercely and said, "Release!"

Boom boom boom.
A cloud of white mist floated above the warship and was quickly blown away by the sea breeze.

The pitch-black lead bullet shot out from the gun barrel, turned into a fire dragon that swept through the air in a perfect arc, and then slammed heavily into Taro Kameda's battleship.

At this time, he and his subordinates were imagining the scene behind the Ming army's warships.

As soon as the cannon sounded, he immediately widened his eyes and turned to look forward.

Lead bullets fell into the water one after another, rumbling and stirring up waves several meters high. The closest one landed on the side of his warship, splashing seawater all over his head and face.

There was immediate chaos on the battleship.

Some people were crawling on the ground, some were running around, and some were shouting to fight back. Kameda Taro stood there in a daze, looking at the distance between the two sides, his face full of disbelief.

You know, the distance between the two sides is four miles.

What kind of cannon can hit me?

But the stench and coldness on his body told him that all this was reality.

"Is this the true strength of the Ming Dynasty?"

Kameda Taro was secretly shocked, but at the same time he was more and more glad for his decision. "Raise the flag on the other side, tell them we have no ill intentions, and rush over quickly."

On the main ship.

Zhang Yunxiu was sitting in a recliner, with Han San and Otomo Chiyoko, who was wearing a white dress, standing beside him.

On the deck, the one-eyed man named Kameda Taro, with a fawning face and wet all over, was talking to Zhang Yunxiu in a babble.

For every sentence spoken, Chiyoko Otomo would translate it.

"Tell him to surrender, but I need a letter of surrender." Zhang Yunxiu looked at Otomo Chiyoko, pointed at Kameda Taro who was kneeling on the ground and said, "As long as he can control Mori Terumoto, I will give him five warships after the war.

A look of surprise flashed across Otomo Chiyoko's eyes.

Mori Terumoto was a daimyo who even the Otomo clan was wary of.

It's a fantasy to let such a guy control him.

However, since it was Zhang Yunxiu who said it, she could only look at Kameda Taro and translate it verbatim: "This Governor General said that as long as you can get rid of Mori Terumoto, he will allow you to surrender and give you five large battleships."

"Nani?"

Taro Kameda was confused.

Kill Mori Terumoto?

If I had that ability, would I have ended up like this?

Why don't you let yourself kill Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

"Miss, please tell the Governor-General that Mori Terumoto is surrounded by his cronies and I cannot bring any guards with me." Taro Kameda looked at Otomo Chiyoko in frustration.

The two had never met, so naturally they didn't know each other.

"He said it's impossible." Otomo Chiyoko nodded and tilted her head to look at Zhang Yunxiu's translation.

"Han San, throw him down to feed the fish." Zhang Yunxiu's face was full of impatience, and he waved his hands as if he was shooing away a fly.

"Dead." Han San immediately let out a strange cry, picked up Kameda Taro, and carried him to the side of the deck like a chicken.

Below, the sea was surging, with white foam that made people feel frightened.

"I I promise, I promise, I promise!" Taro Kameda was so anxious that he was sweating and struggling.

"He said he agreed." Chiyo Otomo quickly translated.

"Why not just agree to it earlier?"

Zhang Yunxiu complained, motioned Han San to bring him back, and reminded him, "Before the battle begins, you must be on Mao Li Terumoto's main ship. Once he starts to flee, you must control him at that time."

In this naval battle, it is certainly important to destroy the Mori family's warships.

But it is equally important to catch the big fish, Maori Terumoto.

Zhang Yunxiu was worried that he had no insider and let Mori Terumoto escape, but as a result, this one-eyed man came to him.

"Yes, yes, I understand." After hearing the translation, Taro Kameda kowtowed repeatedly.

"Go down and tell Mori Terumoto about my arrangements here." Zhang Yunxiu waved his hand again. After Kameda Taro understood, he timidly walked down from the big ship.

At this time, the sun is warm and the sea breeze is gentle.

Chiyo Otomo bit her lip and stared blankly at the man in front of her who controlled the fate of others.

Being in a high position for a long time will develop the bearing of a superior.

Indifferent, apathetic, and heartless.

It seems that there is a price for everyone, and he is the one who sets the price.

Otomo Chiyoko was in a trance, thinking: What is my value in his heart? Is it as important as Han San? Or is it just a tool to serve as a translator?

"What are you thinking about?"

A magnetic voice was heard, and Chiyoko Otomo's eyes were clear.

What I saw was a warm face, and the owner of the face was waving his hand at me.

"No, nothing. I just feel a little uncomfortable. I'll go back to the cabin to rest first." Otomo Chiyoko's face turned red in an instant. She bit her lips and left in a hurry as if she was escaping.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yunxiu shook his head and turned to look at Han San.

Han San tilted his body and laughed. Zhang Yunxiu was unhappy and pointed at Han San and shouted: "What are you laughing at? Take your men to inspect all my warships. If there is any mistake, I will hold you accountable."

"what."

"Ah what, why don't you go quickly."

"Yes."

Han San nodded in agreement, and called a few of his followers to leave the main ship along the long ladder.

Zhang Yunxiu leaned back in the chair, looking at the vast sky and the distant waves, all of which were green.

The warm sunshine pours down without reservation.

Suddenly, a dark cloud floated in from the distance, and then quickly spread out, completely covering half of the sky.

"It's finally started." (End of this chapter)