A few days later, a drizzle began somewhere on Honshu Island, and the weather was getting colder.
Inside a temple in a mountain forest, a group of muddy warriors stood at the door and under the eaves, quietly waiting for the people inside. The surroundings were very quiet, and the monks in the temple stopped beating the wooden fish. Only the rustling sound of the roof tiles and the splashing sound of water behind the screen could be heard.
After a long while, Ono Yoshifuru, who had just finished bathing and changing his clothes, came out. Everyone still stood there in silence, and the generals in front bowed to him.
Ono Yoshifuru stepped forward, and everyone made way for him. He stood under the wooden eaves outside the house, turned around and looked around and said: "I can't go back to Beijing. I have no face to see His Majesty the Emperor again."
After hearing this, the soldiers lowered their heads in shame.
Ono Yoshifuru raised his head silently, looking at the hazy rain curtain in the sky. In his mind, he recalled the countless people who had fallen in front of Iwami Castle day and night, as well as the serious consequences after this battle. He could no longer imagine what it would bring to Japan.
He was unwilling to face it again, and felt that he could not take the responsibility.
It seems that the time has come. Ono Yoshifuru uttered the words slowly, calmly and without the slightest hesitation.
Someone immediately said: We should die too.
No. Ono Yoshifuru sighed, enough people have died, and I am the only one who deserves to die.
To escape from reality by dying was a relief for Ono Yoshifuru at this moment. He thought of the generals he had driven into battle and whose stomachs were cut open after they were defeated. He suddenly felt that he was the one who should suffer the most.
In full view of the crowd, the servant came up with a wooden tray. Dozens of people stood by and watched.
Ono Yoshifuru first laid out the paper and pen, picked up the pen and knelt there to write furiously. He felt ashamed of the Emperor and the Japanese subjects, but he firmly believed that the Yamato people were loyal and would fight to the last man to defend the Emperor's honor.
Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Ono Yoshifuru's eyes widened as he wrote the last line on the paper: Heaven will punish the invaders!
Ono Yoshifuru was very emotional. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before he calmed down.
At that time, no one had ever heard of someone disemboweling themselves, and most people were tortured by others. With great fear, Ono Yoshifuru gritted his teeth and slowly picked up a sharp short knife.
Everyone stared with eyes wide open and held their breath.
He was holding his breath in his heart. If he let go of that blood and anger, he would definitely not be able to do it.
Ono-kun's generals knelt on the ground.
Ono Yoshifuru stared at them and said: You guys keep fighting while you are still alive, don't let down the Yamato warriors who died in the battle
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the dagger and stabbed it into his abdomen. Blood immediately splashed on the white paper covered with words. Ono Yoshiguro's face turned red, his teeth chattered, and he groaned in pain. The veins on his forehead bulged, and sweat soaked into the cold air.
Ah, he pulled to the side with great force, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Then he pulled hard several more times, his abdomen was cut open, blood kept oozing out, and his intestines and blood flowed out together.
Ono Yoshifuru was no longer able to exert any strength. He knelt on the ground with his upper body leaning forward. He was still groaning in pain and his limbs were twitching from time to time.
A group of people knelt on the corridor, kowtowed continuously, and some of them cried inconsolably.
Ono Yoshifuru stared with his eyes wide open, and spent nearly half an incense stick of time in extreme pain. It took a long time for his groaning and movement to gradually subside, and the death process took place.
But there were no more men and horses to stop the fleet of thousands of Xu's troops. Soon after, Han Tong's navy entered the Japanese waterway from the Xiaguan waterway.
The yellow dragon flag fluttered on the giant ship, and the entire fleet marched in a swagger, without notifying any Japanese government. The military supervisor Lu Dosun believed that everything should be done in an upright manner, so he hung a flag on the flagship with the words: All under heaven belongs to the king. This was to show the law and etiquette. After all, wherever the imperial army could reach was the king's land.
When we were sailing near a port city, several official ships suddenly came towards us, intending to question us.
Han Tong thought that the two countries were in a state of hostility and war, and that so many people had been killed in the battle, so there was nothing to ask. He immediately ordered the artillery to open fire.
A dozen light boats passed by the side of the Japanese official ships in front, and their submachine guns fired volleys at close range. Amid the roar, the official ships were smashed into flying pieces of wood and hit by countless bullets, turning into a pile of broken wood floating on the sea.
When the three Mulan ships approached the port city, Han Tong was worried that the Japanese government would counterattack, so he took the initiative and fired a volley of heavy cannons at the city.
The fortress was like a low village. The originally peaceful atmosphere was immediately torn apart by a huge roar like lightning and thunder. The earthen walls and fences inside were riddled with holes, many houses collapsed, and dust rose into the air.
Screams and noises of people suddenly rang out, many people ran around, and chickens clucked in fear and dogs barked. After a while, there was another burst of cannon fire, and a large number of lead bullets from submachine guns fell like hail.
The artillery fire was blasted in unison and the accuracy of the bullets was low. Both the government troops and the civilians could not escape the disaster. A city was reduced to ruins in less than half an hour, as if it had suddenly been hit by an earthquake.
Han Tong believed that Japan had been disrespectful in killing the envoy first, which had angered the emperor and his ministers in Tokyo. Now that he had succeeded, he must be punished to satisfy the emperor. At this time, the civil officials accompanying the army did not stop the warriors from doing this. The civil officials of Xu State were full of benevolence and morality. After all, they had to follow the way of the saints. They continued to expand their territory and almost occupied all the surrounding agricultural land. They were all the merits of education and were deeply touching.
The whole small harbor was filled with the roar of cannons, smoke, and a bright glow among the clouds of sails. In such a scene, all the large and small ships on the northeastern waterway turned around and fled, avoiding the fleet here like the plague.
There were Japanese county officials in the city. They were looking at the large number of ships on the sea, and looking back at the ruins of the government office behind them whose roof had collapsed due to artillery fire. They stood there in grief and indignation.
There were panicked people all around, and some were screaming for help in the rubble.
The Japanese official raised his head and sighed, feeling grief-stricken. Just as he finished speaking, a huge iron ball suddenly bounced up from the ground and whistled towards him. The official was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. With a loud bang, the iron ball hit a mud-paste wall and immediately punched a big hole. The whole wall also cracked and was about to collapse. The iron ball flew into the hole and penetrated the entire house, and dust rose up.
After the surviving Japanese officer escaped from the city, he immediately wrote a memorial in which he exaggerated the tragic situation at the harbor, and cursed the Xu State navy officers and soldiers for being like beasts and slaughtering the elderly, the weak, women and children with their ship guns. He sent a horse to deliver the message to Heian-kyo.