Ming Dynasty: A centenarian madman criticizes the Grand Secretary and brings his coffin to court!

"Clang—!!!"

The cold, rusty iron sword slammed straight down on the foot of Duke Zhang Fu of England.

Although it's not sharpened, its weight would definitely hurt if it hit you.

But Zhang Fu didn't dare to move.

His gray hair was trembling, and his wrinkled old face was twitching.

He looked at the ancestor in front of him, who was decades older than him but ten thousand times more arrogant.

That was Gu Canghai.

That was Gu Canghai, who wept bitterly while holding his father Zhang Yu's corpse and vowed to kill all the Southern Army soldiers to avenge his brothers!

"What's wrong?"

"Are you mute?"

Gu Canghai bent down, his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) old face approaching Zhang Fu, his voice low and menacing, as if he were grinding his teeth:

"Zhang Fu, you're seventy-five this year, aren't you?"

"I remember that your father, Zhang Yu, was about your age when he died on the Dongchang battlefield."

"What's wrong?"

"Your father died on the front lines; he was a loyal martyr of the Ming Dynasty!"

"You, as a son, would you rather die on a woman's belly, or on that soft, comfortable canopy bed at home?"

boom!

That's incredibly hurtful!

This is utterly shameless! They've stripped the British Duke's lineage of its face and trampled it on the ground!

Zhang Fu suddenly raised his head, his cloudy old eyes instantly becoming bloodshot:

"Grand Tutor! I..."

"Shut up!"

Gu Canghai ignored his explanation and instead poked him on the forehead with a finger:

"Don't bring up your past glories with me!"

"Your three campaigns against Annam were truly impressive!"

"But that was back then!"

"Look at yourself now! Your armor is barely holding up! Your eyes are clouded!"

"Are you content to just grow old and die like this?"

"Are you really willing to just watch those Oirat barbarians shit on your neck?"

Gu Canghai suddenly straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the group of nobles behind Zhang Fu who were equally silent.

"And you too! Duke Zhu Yong of Cheng!"

"Your father, Zhu Neng, was a 'Martial Marquis'! He was a formidable figure who could go toe-to-toe with Emperor Taizong!"

"And you?"

"Look at your big belly! Is it filled with poop?!"

"You bunch of spoiled brats have completely disgraced the Ming Dynasty!"

Gu Canghai's curses raged like a storm inside the Fengtian Hall.

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of these noblemen.

shame!

anger!

Unwilling!

A torrent of emotions churned within their chests, threatening to explode!

"Grand Tutor!!!"

Zhang Fu finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He grabbed the iron sword from the ground and stood up abruptly.

His once hunched back was now standing straight, as if the sword that had once terrified Annam had returned to his hands!

"I, Zhang Fu, am not dead yet!"

"If the Grand Tutor gives the order, I'll break these two of Esen's front teeth, even if it means breaking these old bones!"

"Me too!"

Duke Zhu Yong of Cheng also roared out, his face turning completely red:

"Who the hell is a spoiled brat? I can kill people too! I can chop off heads too!"

"good!"

Gu Canghai burst into laughter, the sound of which made the hall reverberate.

"They still have some backbone! They haven't all become cowards!"

"Since you want to prove you're not a piece of trash, then listen up!"

Gu Canghai stretched out his withered finger and pointed to the huge black coffin behind him:

"If we don't achieve our goal of conquering the Wolf Mountain and annihilating the Oirat Mongols on this expedition, then this coffin is prepared for us!"

"I've already spoken to the King of Hell!"

"This is an extra-large 'family bucket'!"

"If we lose, I'll lie in the middle, and you old geezers will all lie on either side!"

"Let's squeeze into this coffin!"

"When we get to the underworld, let's kowtow to the founding emperor and the founding emperor, and have them skin us alive!"

A family bucket?

Squeeze in?

This kind of hellish black humor sent chills down the spines of all the officials.

But when these veterans heard this, their eyes lit up and their breathing quickened.

"Let's give it our all!"

"Since the Grand Tutor dares to go mad, we'll go mad with you!"

"The worst that can happen is death! Who's afraid of who!"

In an instant, the originally lifeless military formation was suddenly filled with a suffocating murderous aura!

That was the lingering influence of the Hongwu and Yongle eras!

It was the military spirit that Gu Canghai, that old madman, dug out of his grave!

Above the sky.

The Hongwu Plane.

As Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the group of white-bearded, yet menacing old generals in the picture, his eyes welled up with tears.

"Okay...okay!"

"These are the soldiers of our Great Ming Dynasty!"

"Zhang Yu's son, Zhu Neng's son... neither of them disgraced us!"

"That old dog Gu Canghai may have a foul mouth, but he really knows how to lead troops!"

"This isn't just calling up troops; it's clearly extending their lives! It's extending the life of the Ming Dynasty!"

Back to Fengtian Hall.

Having secured the support of the older generation of nobles, Gu Canghai's gaze did not linger.

he knows.

These old guys are experienced and have guts, but they're old after all and their reactions are slow.

To truly win this battle for the nation's destiny, we need a sharp knife!

A young, sharp, and daring knife that dares to tear a hole in the sky!

Gu Canghai's gaze swept back and forth across the ranks of civil officials.

finally.

The image is fixed on a middle-aged official wearing a blue robe, with a thin face and unusually resolute eyes.

Yu Qian, Vice Minister of War!

At this time, Yu Qian did not yet wield the same immense power as he did during the later "Battle of Beijing".

But his upright and honest character was already so strong that it could not be hidden, like an awl in a bag.

Gu Canghai's lips curled up slightly.

found it.

The savior of the Ming Dynasty.

"Hey you!"

Gu Canghai suddenly pointed at Yu Qian and shouted:

"Hey you in the blue shirt! Stop pretending to be all high and mighty! Get your ass out here!"

Yu Qian was taken aback.

Although he admired Grand Tutor Gu's fortitude, he never expected the fire would spread to him.

He straightened his clothes and was about to step forward to pay his respects.

"The Grand Tutor summons this humble official..."

boom--! ! !

He hadn't finished speaking.

Gu Canghai had already rushed in front of him, raising his foot, which was wearing a tattered boot.

Without any hesitation, he kicked Yu Qian in the butt!

"Screw your manners!"

"So indecisive, like a woman!"

Yu Qian was kicked so hard he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The entire court was dumbfounded.

This...this is the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War!

Although his official rank wasn't top-tier, he was still considered a high-ranking official in the imperial court. How could he just kick someone's butt in public like that?

That's incredibly disrespectful!

Yu Qian was also a bit confused, clutching his backside and looking at Gu Canghai with a blank expression:

"Grand Tutor, what's wrong...?"

"This is a sign of respect!"

Gu Canghai grabbed Yu Qian by the collar and pulled him in front of him.

Their noses almost touched.

Gu Canghai stared into Yu Qian's eyes and said, word by word:

"Yu Tingyi!"

"I know you're holding back your anger!"

"I know you disapprove of the complacency and idleness of the entire court!"

"I know even better that you want to kill! You want to save the Ming Dynasty!"

"Yes or no?!"

Yu Qian's pupils suddenly contracted.

You've been seen through!

The patriotic fervor that had been suppressed deep within him for so long was seen through by this old madman at a glance!

"Yes, sir!"

Yu Qian gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word from his throat.

"good!"

Gu Canghai released his grip and burst into laughter.

then.

He made a move that terrified everyone.

Clang—!!!

He suddenly pulled out the rusty iron sword that was stuck next to Wang Zhen's hair bun.

wrong.

Take a closer look.

What kind of rusted iron sword is that?

With a flick of Gu Canghai's wrist, the rust on the sword fell off in a rustling sound.

A dazzling, cold light instantly illuminated the entire Fengtian Hall!

Dragon pattern!

Golden handle!

This...this is the Imperial Sword that Emperor Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang, always carried with him?!

This sword can slay tyrannical rulers above and treacherous ministers below!

Seeing the sword is like seeing the founding emperor himself!

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

All the officials, including Zhu Qizhen, were so frightened that they knelt down.

This is an amazing artifact!

This old madman has been using the divine weapon as a fire poker all this time.

Gu Canghai didn't even glance at the people kneeling on the ground.

He casually tossed the divine sword, which symbolized supreme imperial power, into Yu Qian's arms like trash.

"then!"

Yu Qian caught the sword in a flustered manner, his hands trembling.

This weight... is too heavy!

"Yu Qian, listen to my command!"

Gu Canghai's smile vanished, replaced by an aura of domineering arrogance.

"I hereby appoint you as the Commander-in-Chief of the Ming Dynasty's Expedition against the Oirat Mongols!"

"You can borrow this sword for a few days!"

"From this moment forward, this million-strong army is under your command, except for myself!"

"If you don't like someone, just chop them down!"

"If you find anyone dawdling, just cut them off!"

"If anyone dares to disobey military orders, no matter if he is a duke, a marquis, or..."

Gu Canghai glanced coldly at Zhu Qizhen, who was kneeling on the ground:

"Or perhaps some self-important big shots."

"Anyone who dares to get in my way, I'll execute them first and ask for permission later!"

"I made a mistake, I'll take the blame!"

"Anyone who dares to utter a sound, I'll wipe out their entire family! I'll dig up their ancestral graves!"

boom--!!!

This command was even more explosive than the sliding coffin from before!

Unlimited killing rights!

And it applies to everyone's right to kill!

This is tantamount to handing over the power of life and death of the Ming Dynasty directly to Yu Qian, a mere vice minister!

What kind of trust is this?

How insane is this?

Holding the imperial sword, Yu Qian felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

The kindness of being recognized and appreciated!

This is an immense act of kindness and recognition!

Throughout his life, he longed for an opportunity to realize his ambitions.

And now.

This opportunity was forcefully thrust into his arms by this centenarian in the most brutal and crazy way!

"Your humble servant... obeys!"

Yu Qian suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

When I looked up again.

The confusion in his eyes had disappeared.

Instead, it possesses a sharpness that is too intimidating to behold!

That was the awakening of the Ming Dynasty's savior prime minister!

That was the domineering power to turn the tide and save the day!

"Anyone who dares to disrupt our morale, I'll chop off their head before I do!"

Yu Qian drew his sword, pointing it at the sky, exuding a murderous aura!

"Great! Hahahaha!"

Gu Canghai laughed loudly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Become!

The old tigers have awakened!

A new generation of sharp swords has been drawn!

In addition, there was the castrated dog responsible for the funeral procession, and the mascot emperor who was terrified.

This seemingly cobbled-together ragtag group is finally starting to take the shape of a "mad dog squad"!

[Ding! The host has successfully awakened the spirit of the Ming Dynasty army!]

[System Evaluation: Extremely insane! Extremely perverse!]

[Reward: Army-wide "Mad Dog Aura" LV1 (Motivation increased by 200%, Fear reduced by 50%, Damage dealt to enemies increased by 30%)!]

[Health Bonus: Extends lifespan by 24 hours!]

Gu Canghai felt a warm current surging within his body, and his life force, which was almost exhausted, was instantly replenished.

Cool!

I get to live one more day!

As long as I keep going crazy, I can keep living!

"It's not over yet!"

Gu Canghai turned around abruptly, looking at the densely packed Imperial Guards outside the palace and the direction of the imperial city in the distance.

He walked to the entrance of the main hall and stood on the pile of wood chips.

He's like a madman about to start a world war.

"Having generals alone is not enough!"

"We need soldiers!"

"A true mad dog soldier!"

"Pass on my order!"

"Close all the gates of the capital for me!"

"Whether it's a sixty-year-old man or an eight-year-old child, as long as they're able-bodied and still breathing!"

"Even death row inmates and street thugs!"

"Arrest them all!"

"Tell them!"

"The Ming Dynasty is doomed!"

"If you want to live, pick up a knife and fight me to the death!"

"If we win, we'll all eat and drink our fill!"

"Either we lose, we all go to our coffins, and nobody's going to live alone!"

"Call for backup!"

"Get the hell out of here and call in as many people as you can!!!"

that moment.

The entire Forbidden City.

The entire city of Beijing.

You could hear the centenarian's roar.

This is hardly a troop mobilization.

This was clearly a city-wide riot that changed the very fabric of the world!

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned as he watched from outside the canopy, forgetting to put his shoes back on.

"This...this actually works?"

"Should the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and pregnant all be included?"

"This madman Gu is turning the Ming Dynasty into a mental asylum!"

"but……"

Old Zhu took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism:

"If it's these lunatics..."

"Who knows, we might actually be able to bite that brat Esen to death!"