Chapter 266: Yang Zai, with his pride, angrily rebukes Prince Huailiang, and the blood of five Ming envoys splashes on the Japanese court
"You are a bunch of ignorant, fearless, and ignorant Japanese!"

Yang Zai, the head of the Ming Dynasty delegation, was tied up tightly and could hardly move at all, but he still screamed at the top of his lungs with all his might.

The roar was deafening, as if it would break through the sky.

"Don't you understand?
What serious consequences will be caused by my reckless behavior today?
When the Ming army arrives, your tiny land, like a bullet, will be reduced to ashes.

Your so-called Japan will eventually be wiped out!"

His voice was filled with endless resentment and unyielding determination. Every word he spoke was like an extremely sharp steel knife, trying to pierce the heavy gloom that was gradually covering the sky of Japan.

However, at this moment, facing Yang Zai's passionate and generous rebuke.

The only responses he received were the cold stares and increasingly ferocious and brutal pushing from the Japanese warriors.

Seeing this scene, Prince Huailiang's face became extremely gloomy, as if covered with dark clouds.

He suddenly slapped the seat beside him with force, and the armrest exploded in an instant.

It turned into countless tiny pieces of wood and scattered everywhere, just like Prince Huailiang's already broken heart at that moment.

"Ming? What can Ming do?

Back then, we were not afraid of the invincible Mongolian cavalry that roamed the world, let alone a small Ming Dynasty.
It's not worth mentioning! "

Prince Huailiang's thunderous roar was like a sound that shook the earth.

It seemed as if the entire magnificent hall was about to collapse.

"Although our great Japan is small in territory, we have a strong and proud character as solid as a rock. How can we tolerate your barbaric bullying?"

After he finished speaking, Prince Huailiang waved his wide sleeves vigorously and pointed his finger at the Ming envoys who were being tied up and escorted. Suddenly, a trace of resoluteness flashed across his eyes.

Then he shouted in a stern voice: "Come here! Quickly behead these five guys and put them in public as a warning to other people with evil intentions!"

Prince Huailiang's voice was extremely cold and emotionless.

It was like a gust of cold wind blowing from the depths of the underworld, making people feel creepy and terrifying.

After hearing the order, the burly Japanese warriors did not hesitate at all and quickly drew out the sharp samurai swords on their waists that were flashing with cold light.

In an instant, the flashes of swords and shadows of knives crossed each other, and five blood arrows gushed out.

The five poor members of the Ming Dynasty delegation collapsed in the blink of an eye, and their blood immediately dyed the ground red.

Their eyes were wide open, faces filled with reluctance and fear.

But at this moment, everything is too late.

The magnificent and solemn hall seemed to be shrouded by an invisible pressure at this moment, and instantly fell into deathly silence.

It was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

Only the bright red blood fell drop by drop on the cold and hard stone slab.

It made a crisp and heart-pounding sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent atmosphere.

The ministers of the Southern Dynasty who were serving on the side were all silent and pale as paper.

After looking at each other, they quickly looked away.

It seems as if looking at the other person for one more moment will bring about fatal disaster.

They held their breath tightly, not daring to even breathe.

His body was trembling slightly, and he prayed in fear that he would not be the next unlucky person. Standing in the palace, Prince Huailiang stared at everything happening in front of him quietly.

The raging anger that was burning in my heart suddenly began to die down without me noticing.

He slowly straightened his body, and glanced at everyone present with cold and sharp eyes, finally fixing his gaze on Yang Zai.

"Listen carefully to this king!"

When Prince Huailiang opened his mouth, his voice was as loud as a bell, with an unquestionable majesty.

"Hurry back to Ming and tell your so-called emperor: I am not afraid of any form of coercion, inducement or provocation.
If the Ming Dynasty dares to show any disrespect to Japan and attempts to provoke a war.

Then I will lead the army without mercy and annihilate all the invading enemies in one fell swoop!
By then, you will understand who is the master of this vast ocean!"

After saying this, Prince Huailiang turned around abruptly, took firm and powerful steps, and strode out of the hall.

All that was left behind was a shocking pool of blood, a group of waiters who were still in a state of extreme fear and had not yet recovered, and members of the diplomatic delegation from the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Zaize stood there blankly, his eyes fixed on Prince Huailiang's back as he walked further and further away until he disappeared.

Deep in his eyes flickered a complex expression of resentment and helplessness.

It wasn't long before even a stick of incense had burned out.

Yang Zai, together with Wu Wenhua, the other envoy who had managed to survive, were roughly pushed into a dark, damp and moldy cell by those barbaric and rude Japanese warriors, as if they were throwing away garbage.

There are cold stone walls everywhere, which seem to emit chills.

The air was filled with a disgusting, strange smell mixed with moldy moisture and rusty iron.

The smell went straight into people's noses, and Yang Zai and Wu Wenhua couldn't help but frown.

Both of their hands and feet were tightly locked with extremely thick iron chains.

There was absolutely no way for him to move, and he could only sit helplessly on the freezing cold ground.

The two people looked at each other silently, their eyes filled with deep despair.

At the same time, there is also a kind of unyielding determination shining brightly.

"Humph, look at these two stinky guys who came from Ming Country!"

Suddenly, a Japanese warrior who was in charge of guarding the prison walked over with a look of contempt and disdain on his face.

He stretched out his pair of dirty and grimy fingers and pointed them directly at Yang Zai and Wu Wenhua.

Then he gnashed his teeth and roared fiercely: "I originally thought that you Ming country was so powerful, but in the end, didn't you still get caught here by us?"

Then another Japanese warrior who was slightly shorter came up and joined in the fun, making a series of harsh and unpleasant laughs.

There was obviously a hint of smugness mixed in with this laughter.

"Thinking back to the days when the Mongol cavalry was so powerful and unstoppable,

Like a violent storm, it swept across the vast continent.

However, when they attempted to conquer our Kingdom of the Rising Sun, they suffered an unprecedented defeat and ultimately had to return home in disgrace.

All this is because Japan is blessed by the mysterious and powerful 'divine wind'! "

(End of this chapter)