The Righteous Man's Search for His Wife [Complete] - 16

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Chapter 170

In the luxurious bathroom of the Mena-style battleship, a tall mirror reflected two beautiful foreign women with blue eyes and red hair.

"Princess!" Mena called out involuntarily, lost in thought. Her hands moved swiftly, helping Elizabeth change and bathe.

Elizabeth's skin in the mirror was fair and translucent, her slender waist graceful and supple. Narrow pink thongs clung tightly to her full, rounded buttocks, the center naturally sloping down to outline a deep valley. The thongs were so narrow, the fabric barely concealing her snowflake-white buttocks, almost completely exposing her two soft, pink mounds, which jiggled with every slight movement of her body…

Dutch women were generally tall, so Elizabeth's long legs were strong and well-proportioned, like jade sculptures, each bone perfectly formed, her legs pressed tightly together without a single gap. She tiptoed lightly, her rounded ankles and snow-white soles reflected in the mirror. "Mena, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Mena sincerely praised, "The princess is the most beautiful princess in the world, the most beautiful person!" Elizabeth, having removed her male makeup and washed herself slightly, revealed a stunningly beautiful, exotic face, possessing a unique charm. In terms of looks alone, Elizabeth was at least a beauty of the Yu'er caliber, only slightly inferior to Wu Zetian. "

Hmph!" Elizabeth inexplicably huffed, her blue eyes glaring resentfully at the beauty's chest in the mirror. There, it was flat as an airport runway, with only a slight protrusion!

Mena, who had grown up with Elizabeth since childhood, could easily see through her thoughts. She comforted her, saying, "Princess, you are the most beautiful person in the world. With your face, every man in the world would lick your feet!"

"But..." The proud princess suddenly remembered something.

Although young, Mena possessed a keen eye and advised, "Princess, that kind of man isn't worth your noble anger!"

Elizabeth blushed, quickly concealing her embarrassment by tying her long, red hair up with a hair tie. "Mena, what are you saying?" Mena secretly shook her head, sighing, lamenting her own and the princess's fate.

Elizabeth saw herself clearly in the mirror. "Mena, don't worry! That man isn't too bad!" Mena felt a little dizzy, thinking that if he wasn't too bad, then there were no good people under God's watchful eye. My kind princess, don't you know what he means by asking you to take a bath? Although she thought this, she knew that even if she said these words, it wouldn't change her and the princess's fate, only adding to their troubles. It was better not to know!

Elizabeth's upper body was only covered by a small bra, or rather, an apron. From Elizabeth, we seem to see the fairness of God—God gave Elizabeth unparalleled beauty, but not an equally unparalleled figure! Her

rounded shoulders, slender waist, and smooth, flat abdomen were all on full display. Her snow-white skin was half-naked, her firm breasts pressing tightly against the thin bra, her nipples clearly visible.

After admiring herself for a short while, with Mena's help, Elizabeth unhooked the back of her bra and slowly took it off. What emerged wasn't two plump, lively little rabbits, but two tiny, rosy nipples like small red beans. Her snow-white chest was "completely flat," and Elizabeth, after a glance, shyly covered them with her hands. She scolded, "Mena, you're not allowed to look, and you're not allowed to laugh at me!"

Mena knew Elizabeth's habit well and had already turned her head away before Elizabeth could speak.

Elizabeth scrutinized her flat chest in the mirror, then, with a look of exasperation, pulled at her small nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. She pulled until she was drenched in cold sweat before finally letting go, unable to bear the pain. She had been using this

"pulling up seedlings to help them grow" habit for quite some time, but the results were far from satisfactory. From a dialectical perspective, Elizabeth was still a stunning beauty; aside from her flat chest, her body was quite attractive. Her flat stomach was adorned with a charming, small belly button, which Elizabeth always found irresistible. When bathing, Elizabeth would always let her fingers linger on her small belly button for a moment, not daring to linger too long, for fear that Mena might see! Although Mena was her childhood friend and sister, Elizabeth was, after all, a princess, but also an ordinary person, with the little secrets that ordinary people have.

Elizabeth was quite tall, 1.75 meters, which was tall for a Dutchman. Adding an inch would be too long, subtracting an inch would be too short. Her long, slender legs, like verdant scallions, were breathtakingly beautiful in color and suppleness.

Bending down, she removed her last remaining white cotton underwear, a delicate hand gently caressing her full, rounded, tender, and smooth mons pubis. Her star-like eyes, however, were fixed on her soft, shyly exposed pubic hair in the dressing mirror, which she lightly covered her pink, tightly closed vulva—the most sacred place of the noble princess.

Her ivory-carved, jade-like legs were soft, delicate, white, and long; her translucent thighs, flawless calves, full and beautiful ankles, and exquisitely shaped toes—every detail lingered in Elizabeth's eyes. The princess was very satisfied with her body below the chest. She had long, jade-like legs and rounded buttocks. In Elizabeth's eyes, a large bottom was a symbol of a harlot, so the noble princess believed that a small, cute, round, and supple bottom was the beauty she deserved.

Under the dim bathlight, her naked body, without any concealment, shone with a dazzling beauty. She picked up a freshly soaked towel, water flowing gently through her hair and over her body. Drops of water splashed across her smooth, white skin, washing from her face to her chest, abdomen, and legs…

Hearing the sound of water, Mena turned her head and picked up another towel to scrub her dear princess sister's back. Yes, Mena was a year older than Elizabeth, just turning twenty this year. In her eyes, she was born for the princess, and over the years, she had always treated the princess as her own sister. Fortunately, Elizabeth subconsciously also considered her an older sister. The two women lived relatively happily. Of course, this was before today!

Streams of water cascaded down, splashing onto the naked, beautiful, and mature body of Elizabeth. The water flowed gently down her fair neck, over her smooth, flat stomach, and down her long, shapely legs. Between her snowy thighs, the mysterious red forest, glistening with tiny, translucent water droplets, appeared exceptionally bright red. Under

the gentle caress of the warm water, Elizabeth's body shone with a luminous glow, her fair skin radiant. She gently massaged her chest, abdomen, and thighs with her hands, completely wetting her snow-white body and massaging her tired limbs. Mena's hands were also busy, her slender fingers massaging the princess's shoulders. A whole day of fear and anxiety had taken its toll on Elizabeth.

Her naked body, her tall, 1.75-meter frame forming beautiful curves, revealed a profound sense of loss. But all of this wasn't just for her; it filled Elizabeth with a deep sense of desolation. Although she was proud, she wasn't stupid; she knew there was a man outside, stronger than a pirate, waiting for her.

Mena moved lightly to the bathroom mirror, picked up a bar of soap, and with her beautiful, translucent hands, evenly lathered it on Elizabeth's body, not even missing the thick, dark valley between the princess's legs. As Elizabeth turned, her alluring features were glimpsed. Her pubic hair was thick and red, like most Dutch women; her legs were shapely and fair; her buttocks were wide and round, extremely sexy.

Elizabeth tilted her head back, enjoying the pleasure of Mena's service—a pleasure that could almost make her forget all her troubles. For a long time, Elizabeth had been enjoying Mena's services. Under the impact of the water and Mena's stimulation, Elizabeth's flat chest suddenly swelled, and her nipples, the size of red beans, subtly hardened and perked up.

Soon, a rich lather covered Elizabeth's entire body. Mena gently rubbed and caressed the faint marks left by Elizabeth's bra on her back and waist. Then she applied the lather to Elizabeth's smooth abdomen and rounded buttocks.

Elizabeth felt blessed by God, possessing such fair, smooth, and delicate skin that few in the Netherlands could match. Even Fina, with her rough skin, couldn't compare to the princess.

A moment later, Elizabeth deliberately let the water splash against her private parts, adjusting her posture so that her genitals could perfectly meet the cascading bathwater. Her figure instantly became exceptionally alluring, naturally displaying a strong sense of provocation and temptation. Mena couldn't resist rubbing Elizabeth's secret area, praising, "Princess, you are so beautiful!" Her blue eyes seemed to be veiled in a red mist for a moment, Mena staring intently at that beautiful place like a wolf. Mena

's breathing suddenly quickened; she reached her right hand towards the princess's lower body, repeatedly rubbing the banks of the princess's vulva.

Elizabeth didn't notice Mena's unusual behavior; she only felt pathetic. She couldn't believe that her intense bathing of her noble body was for a despicable Chinese man, not for the noble knights of the Netherlands. Although the initial purpose of the bath was to remove the unbearable odor, the fact remained that her cleansed body would soon be possessed by a foreign man—an unchangeable fact, a fact that even this noble princess could not escape.

Elizabeth felt her vulva, buds, and stamens fully enjoying the pleasure of Mena's scrubbing. She was clearly becoming excited, her pretty face flushing. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mena's fingertips brushed against the edge of the princess's delicate vulva, causing Elizabeth's body to tremble noticeably. A tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout her body. "Mmm!" Elizabeth groaned comfortably.

Her eyes quietly closed, a blush rising on the noble princess's fair cheeks. With Mena's increasingly frequent "unintentional" moans, Elizabeth unconsciously let out soft groans…

"Hmm, Mena, you should wash too!" Elizabeth suddenly spoke, startling Mena, who was immersed in intense pleasure. Mena jumped back, her hands wet, unsure whether it was water or something else.

From a young age, Mena had hated men, and she equally despised harlots like Fina, who were ridden and touched by thousands. In her heart, she loved only one person—the beautiful and noble Princess Elizabeth. But as she grew older, this love gradually soured. Whenever Mena saw Elizabeth chatting and laughing with noble knights, princes, and generals, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Mena didn't know what was wrong with her, but she knew she loved the princess deeply, loved Elizabeth more than her own life. If Elizabeth wanted her dead, she wouldn't even flinch.

But today, at this moment, Mena suddenly realized what kind of love she truly felt for Elizabeth. When Mena's right hand lightly touched Elizabeth's beautiful private parts, a jolt of electricity coursed through her entire body. She felt as if struck by lightning, her mind clearing up all blockages; things she hadn't understood before suddenly became clear.

She loved Elizabeth, like a man loves a woman—the most beautiful love in the world.

Mena's face flushed, and knowing her true feelings filled her with an overwhelming sense of happiness. But a next thought plunged Mena, lost in happiness, into despair. Not because Mena was a woman, but because Elizabeth was about to become someone else's woman.

No! This absolutely cannot happen! I absolutely cannot let this happen! Mena screamed frantically in her heart. A sudden thought, like a bolt from the blue, brought her to a halt. Mena calmed down, for she had decided to do something—something that could very well save her beloved—the beautiful Princess Elizabeth!

Just then, her lover's voice rang in her ears: "Mena, what's wrong? I told you to take a bath too!"

Mena hurriedly replied, "Ah! Okay! Okay, Princess, I'll come in and bathe with you!" With that, she jumped into the large bathtub. Elizabeth felt a wave of dizziness. "Mena, what's wrong with you? You jumped in without even

taking off your clothes! You were fine just now!" Mena blushed with embarrassment. Now that she understood her lover's true feelings, she naturally had to show her most beautiful side to him. Mena quickly removed her clothes, even her underwear. Her full breasts sprang out, and Elizabeth, filled with envy, grabbed them. "Mena, yours are so big, even bigger than Fina's!"

Hearing her lover's praise, the satisfaction Mena felt was indescribable. This further solidified her plan. Even if it meant sacrificing her life for her lover, Mena wouldn't hesitate. Love meant not letting her lover suffer! She would rather bear the pain herself than let her lover be happy.

...

Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment. The unfamiliar beauty before me filled me with awe. Such a beautiful face, such a stunning figure! I stared in surprise at this somewhat familiar yet utterly unfamiliar beauty. "Are you Mena?" I guessed.

"Yes!" The beauty nodded gently, her eyes resolute, as if a flame of selfless dedication burned within them. Huh? How come she can speak Mandarin? Then I thought, Elizabeth can speak it, so Mena might be able to too!

I exclaimed, "I never imagined you were so beautiful, I was so mistaken!" Mena didn't speak, everything was expressed through her body language. As she approached the bed, she slowly lowered the snow-white towel wrapped around her stunning figure.

Full, erect, snow-white breasts sprang out. My eyes widened; I never imagined that such a slender body could have such large breasts. Perfectly round, the snow-white mounds were surrounded by two pinkish rims, each topped with a tiny red bean, like a grain of rice. With each step she took, her snow-white breasts swayed gently up and down, side to side, each movement stirring an unnamed fire within me.

"You want to replace Princess Elizabeth? To offer yourself in her place?" Beauty was before me, but my mind remained clear; I easily grasped Mena's motives.

Mena firmly shook her head, saying, "Not offering myself, but going to hell in place of my noble and beautiful princess!"

I looked at Mena's serious face and laughed, "Is that how you see me? If I were the devil, after taking you, I'd force myself on Elizabeth. What could you do then?"

Mena paused, clearly not considering that question. Her clever little mind was only focused on using her body to entangle this man, preventing him from touching his beloved princess. Just now, in the bathroom, she had finally managed to persuade the princess. In their common sense, even the most powerful man couldn't last an hour. But Mena could use every orifice on her body—even her full breasts, plump buttocks, slender white feet, and so on—every part of her body to satisfy a man. By ensnaring the man until he was completely exhausted, his beloved Elizabeth would be safe.

The innocent Mena, never expecting such shamelessness, remained speechless, her chest heaving with anger, her breathing growing heavier.

The joke had gone too far. I wasn't impotent like Liu Xiahui, and naturally wouldn't refuse the beauty's offer. "Alright, I promise you, I absolutely won't touch the princess first." If Elizabeth were to touch me first, then I wouldn't be blamed. I secretly plotted.

Mena clearly didn't notice the hidden meaning in her words. "Okay!"

The white towel finally fell away, and the red pubic hair finally came into my view. Even with my sharp eyes, I could still faintly see that tender pink line. My breathing quickened, and I roughly pushed the slut Fina next to me onto the bed to welcome this stunningly beautiful virgin who was throwing herself into my arms.

Chapter 171 Small Sea Battle

To be honest, I, Xu Zhengqi, have been with thousands of women, but I have never seen such a crazy virgin!

Right now, Mena is desperately squeezing her two spherical breasts, and my penis is moving in and out of her breasts rapidly. The friction makes Mena's breasts even more swollen and congested.

A beautiful yet wildly passionate foreign virgin, showing no mercy to her own body. Both her front and back orifices were dripping with blood, her rosy lips long since numb from being rubbed raw. The man's terrifyingly powerful sexual abilities were as frightening as his terrifyingly powerful physical strength.

But Mena wasn't afraid. Although two hours had passed, Mena's confidence only grew. Mena wasn't afraid the man wouldn't ejaculate, because she still had several tricks up her sleeve, like her little hands and feet. She didn't believe that the man wouldn't ejaculate under her desperate efforts. Even if God came, he would inevitably ejaculate. Mena, with this belief, relentlessly tormented her body.

Physical pain couldn't compare to the pain in her heart; she would never let her lover suffer the slightest injustice!

"Ugh, Mena, your breasts are so tight! They're squeezing me..." I panted heavily, finally unable to hold back any longer. At the last moment, the man's semen sprayed all over Mena's face and head, even staining her breasts.

Mena screamed, "Ah—"

It was pleasure! Supported only by sheer willpower, Mena finally relaxed, a smile appearing on her face despite her exhaustion. "You won!" I was defeated by her unwavering belief, utterly captivated by this determined woman. "I won't touch Elizabeth!"

Mena said weakly, offering a "thank you," before finally collapsing, her eyes slowly closing, a victorious smile on her lips, and falling into a deep sleep. Looking at this strong woman, I felt a surge of competitive spirit. Hmph, you won't let me touch Elizabeth? Fine, I'll make her fall in love with me, and then she'll come and touch me!

A wicked smile played on my lips as I gently kissed Mena's thin, slightly pale lips. Mmm, tastes really good. I've decided, you're mine!

Entering the bathroom, I found Elizabeth already asleep in the tub, exhausted. If it weren't for the firewood burning in the tub, she would have frozen solid. Elizabeth, having just bathed, reclined beside the tub, one of her bare arms exposed, blue with cold. Tears still clung to her face; a beautiful woman in tears is especially endearing.

Had I truly done something wrong by causing her such sorrow? "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you." But I had only followed my heart; was that wrong? Looking at the naked beauty before me, I suddenly recalled the past.

Thinking of my women, had I given them more pain or pleasure? Brief reunions, long separations, worlds apart—I could do as I pleased, hunting for women and indulging in pleasure. But they had to endure the torment of longing every night, passing those long, lonely nights.

Thinking about it, I truly didn't deserve to be a man. My sense of responsibility as a man was pitifully lacking, yet I couldn't control myself, wandering aimlessly, hunting for women. Perhaps, once I've found my mothers, I should end my brief life of wandering. I already have enough women; there are hundreds more waiting for me in the Valley of Leisure.

But then I think, as a man, I should prioritize my career and strive to conquer the world—a decision I made not long ago. Should I just give up so easily?

So I pondered this, as if two little voices were fighting in my head. One shouted "Retire into seclusion," the other roared "Conquer!" The two voices argued endlessly, neither able to convince the other.

I slapped my forehead, "Forget it! Finish what's in front of me first! Yes, I'll think about this after I've avenged my mothers!"

After making this decision, I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders.

"Hey, sleeping like that, you'll get sick sooner or later!" Everyone loves beautiful women, and I'm no exception. I carried Elizabeth out of the bathtub, dried her off, and carried her to the bed. Embracing her on both sides, I felt completely refreshed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I got up early the next morning. Two thousand red-haired devils were forced to swallow a dark, foul-smelling pill, which I lied to them, claiming it was a slow-acting poison that would take effect every two weeks. In reality, it was a unique, newly developed technique of restriction; dragon energy entered the body in a strange way and remained dormant for half a month. Once the time was up, the dragon energy restriction would activate, causing excruciating pain that required my personal intervention.

Then I doubled the red-haired devils' wages, giving each of them half a gold coin per month.

Through this combination of coercion and inducement, I had the two thousand red-haired devils completely under my control. Coupled with my occasional acts of the superhuman, the red-haired devils practically saw me as a messenger of Satan, utterly submitting to me. With their lives in my hands, unable to kill me, the red-haired devils completely resigned themselves to their fate.

Two large and one small warship, three sails in total, with the wind at their backs, all sails—mainsails, triangular sails, and sterns—opened, and they sped towards Japan at full speed. We encountered several small groups of pirates along the way, but they vanished at the mere sight of our flag, saving me a lot of trouble.

Desperate to save my mother, I kept the warships running day and night, with the boatmen working in three shifts. When manpower was insufficient, even the soldiers specifically tasked with killing were brought in to help. Our speed was many times faster than before; just looking at how much more strenuous the Great Roc's flight became, and how much more food it consumed, showed how fast we were moving.

By the way, that silly Great Roc still went out early and returned late every day, I wonder what mischief it was up to.

Since Leclerc's death, I had appointed Kafka as the fleet's captain. He said to me, "Your Excellency Superman, our fleet is about to reach Hokkaido in the Sea of Japan." That

red-haired devil always called me "Superman," and I thought it sounded quite impressive, much more so than any of those titles like commander or corps commander.

"So fast? That's wonderful!" I exclaimed, slapping my thigh with joy, my delight overflowing.

Fourteenth Sister Gu Yibai breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you've arrived, it's good that you've arrived!" Her illness had long been cured under the nourishment of my dragon power, and her own power had more than doubled, now possessing over a hundred years of cultivation. She was capable of protecting herself.

"Fourteenth Sister, don't worry, Yu'er and the others will be alright." Although I knew it was impossible, seeing Gu Yibai's long-worn face, I couldn't help but comfort her.

"Wealth and honor are predestined, life and death are in the hands of fate. Although everything is predetermined, Zheng'er, if something really happens to them, you must avenge them!" Gu Yibai's eyes welled up with tears again as she spoke.

I gritted my teeth and said to her bitterly, "Mother, rest assured. Whether Yu'er and the others are alright or not, I will not be a gentleman if I don't avenge them. I swear I will not rest until I have turned Japan upside down!" I said, disregarding the presence of outsiders, and pulled her into my arms to comfort her.

The Japanese have extremely open views on sex; friends might casually hug and kiss, let alone a mother and son. They're used to it. Among those present, the Yin brothers seemed particularly uncomfortable, their gazes towards Xu Zhengqi strange, a mixture of jealousy and disdain.

"Reporting, Superman Commander, a Japanese fleet has been spotted ahead, five warships. They've issued a warning to our forces. Requesting instructions, sir!" Kafka suddenly approached me and said.

I took the binoculars and carefully examined the five Japanese warships approaching our ship in a semi-encircling formation. Those ships were at most half the size of our flagship, the "Pharaoh," and only had three cannons.

"Captain Kafka, you've dealt with the Japanese before, what do you think we should do in this battle?"

Kafka proudly replied, "The Japanese cannons are inferior products we sold them. First of all, their range is two kilometers shorter than ours, making them no match for our mighty Dutch cannons. Furthermore, we have an overwhelming numerical advantage. If Your Excellency were to entrust this battle to me, I could defeat them all with just the Queen!"

I had long wanted to witness a real naval battle, and upon hearing this, I immediately said, "Very well, Lieutenant Kafka, I, as commander, order you to command the Queen and deliver a crushing blow to the Japanese warships."

"Yes, sir!" Kafka slapped his knees together, saluted me, and went to command the Queen. With

the great battle imminent, I couldn't help but feel a little excited. The others were even more so; the Yin brothers had already excitedly picked up their binoculars, intently watching the situation on the distant battlefield, not wanting to miss a single moment.

Gu Yibai was also quite excited, gripping me tightly with one hand as if afraid I would escape. He picked up a telescope in his other hand, his expression solemn.

Only the four of us remained in the command cabin. The village chief and the others, along with Hong Niu, were busy with their own tasks. Elizabeth and the other two women were under my house arrest in the bedroom, guarded outside by loyal fishing village villagers with guns.

The Pharaoh had stopped, and the Queen was the first to charge forward. Like a wild horse unleashed, an arrow released from its bow, it rapidly approached within five kilometers of the enemy ships. Five kilometers, five thousand meters—that was already the maximum range of the Queen's cannons.

Undeclared war was always a strength of the barbaric Dutch. In the distance, the Japanese warships continued to wave their bright red warning flags, firing a volley of thirty cannons simultaneously. Boom! Boom! Boom… the cannon fire was deafening, even those of us ten kilometers away from the battlefield were deafened.

Thor roared, and the cannons under the telescope gleefully spat out their prodigious amounts of gunpowder, their terrifying firepower flashing amidst billowing smoke. Round shells shot skyward, their trajectories soaring at such speeds that I doubt anyone but myself could discern their trajectory.

Bang! Bang! Bang… a series of explosions rang out, countless jets of water erupting from the sea beside the Japanese ships, crashing onto the vessels and causing the Japanese soldiers to howl in terror. “Baka! Baka!” the Japanese soldiers screamed, ordering their gunners to return fire. But they seemed to have forgotten the range of their cannons. In such a frenzied scene, who could remain calm?

The honor of the Japanese samurai could not be tarnished, and His Majesty the Emperor watched them. Five against one—if they still couldn't win, they might as well commit seppuku. The five warships accelerated, charging towards the Empress. Once they closed the distance, they'd give those bastards a piece of their minds! The Japanese soldiers were secretly plotting their next move.

The first volley was ineffective; thirty shells hit only the masts and sails of one enemy ship. However, Kafka wasn't worried. He knew this first shot was like a test shell, used by the gunners to fine-tune their aim. The accuracy would improve in the following volleys.

"Ready! Fire!"

Kafka decisively commanded the gunners to fire, not waiting for the enemy ship to reach their effective firing range. After all, Kafka only had one warship; to achieve a complete victory without sustaining any damage, he had to defeat the enemy ship as quickly as possible using his range and firing speed advantage.

Less than a minute after the first volley, the second volley began. The gunners pushed up the agile second rank of cannons, and the firing gunners quickly adjusted the angles. Under Kafka's command, they swiftly lit the fuses.

Boom! Boom! Boom…

Hit! Hit! Hit!

Of the four enemy ships charging forward, three were hit. One was struck twice and burst into flames, seemingly rendered combat ineffective. The second ship had a large gash in its bow, but it didn't affect its combat capability; however, a few unlucky ones were sent to meet their demise. The last ship sustained the least damage, merely grazed by a shell, leaving a deep gash on its hull, with shrapnel from the blast hitting one of the lecherous men in the groin.

"Baka!" cursed Nonoyama, commander of the third squadron of the Japanese Hokkaido Fleet. His gunners, disregarding range, lit their fuses. Whatever, a few shots would do to bolster their courage!

"Baka! What kind of work are you doing? You've completely disgraced the Emperor!" Nonoyama shouted angrily in Japanese at a gunner who was lighting the fuse. "Don't you know we don't have many cannonballs? If it weren't for your years of service to the Emperor, I would have killed you with my sword long ago!"

To build a powerful naval fleet, the Japanese spent 100 million taels of silver to buy 100 cannons and 10,000 cannonballs from the Dutch, plus 10,000 muskets and countless other ammunition! The Japanese were already very poor, and this equipment consumed ten years' worth of the Shogunate's revenue.

For ten years, with this equipment, the Japanese burned, killed, and looted throughout Asia, then fled by ship. More than half of their ammunition was used up. Muskets were relatively simple to manufacture, and the Japanese could easily replicate them. Cannons, however, were highly complex, especially the manufacturing technology of the cannonballs and the crucial technology of range; replication was simply impossible.

The cannons the Japanese themselves manufactured had a range of less than 200 meters, and they used solid shot, making the cannonballs only usable as catapult stones. The firepower was nowhere near that of Dutch cannons.

Japan had recently become wealthier; think about it, the entire nation had become pirates—how could they not be rich? We had money, but we couldn't buy weapons. Ten years of conflict with the Dutch in the East China Sea had deepened the tensions. The Dutch had stopped selling them arms.

The Netherlands had extremely strict arms control, making it impossible to obtain cannons through smuggling. Thus, the Japanese pirates had to conserve ammunition, using each shot as if it were two. However, this had its advantages; at least the gunners' accuracy had improved to ten percent.

So, it's no wonder our short, skinny, rugged man, Nonoyama, went berserk. Better to die a hundred samurai than waste a single shell!

And the Japanese cannons certainly didn't disappoint Nonoyama, hitting the sea with a 100% hit rate! All those dozen or so shells became the private collection of the East China Sea Dragon King in his treasure trove.

Kafka smiled slightly; the second round of bombardment had been quite effective! "Third salvo! Fire!"

Kafka showed no mercy. He knew that mercy to the enemy was cruelty to oneself. Having joined the Dutch Royal Navy at the age of eight and served for forty years, rising from a lowly servant to a lieutenant, how could he not understand this?

The third salvo began, this time targeting the three enemy ships charging towards them. Hell, this place was hell on earth. The cannons relentlessly poured fire upon the three warships. Raging flames devoured human flesh, and amidst the screams, the once clear, gentle blue sea turned into a ravenous beast, viciously devouring its inhabitants.

Thirty shells, more than sixteen hitting their targets, the rest grazing, creating massive waves that capsized the already battered warships. The Japanese pirates on the main battleship had no chance to escape, drowning in the merciless sea. Blood, mangled limbs, and screams louder than the cannon fire filled the entire sea.

Seeing the tragic state of their comrades, the last warship whose mast and sail were first struck immediately turned around, hoisted its sails, and fled like the wind with its tail between its legs. What Bushido spirit, what Emperor's honor—bullshit! Nothing is more important than life itself. What use are spirit and honor if you're dead?

The warship sped away from the battlefield. I smiled slightly and said, "That warship really did look like a dog running for its life with its tail between its legs!" Gu Yibai gave me a charmingly glaring look. "Where did you learn such awful words?"

I chuckled and remained silent, focused on observing the battlefield through my binoculars, completely oblivious to the pale faces of the Yin brothers!

Gu Yibai scolded, "You only learn bad things, not good ones! You haven't returned all the Confucian teachings I taught you, have you?" In Xiaoyao Valley, Gu Yibai was my teacher of classical Chinese studies, always forcing me to recite Confucian and Mencian doctrines. Don't be fooled by her words just yet.

Deep down, I often cursed her for being a hypocrite. Perhaps it was due to her background; Gu Yibai was an orphan from a young age, adopted by a kind prostitute in a brothel. Although she was taught Confucian etiquette from childhood, she inevitably developed a bolder style of dress and more uninhibited speech over time. Given our current position, no other mother would dare to do this in front of outsiders. But Gu Yibai dared, and felt perfectly at ease, even lecturing me incessantly.

However, the more Gu Yibai acted this way, the stronger her attraction became to me. I flirted and cursed with her without restraint, thankfully the other two didn't seem to be listening, perhaps lost in their own thoughts.

The battle in the distant seas was nearing its end; the Empress was heading towards the only remaining warship. That enemy ship's mast had been blown off, rendering it immobile and leaving it no choice but to await its demise!

Chapter 172 Forbidden Love

Kafka ordered his soldiers to form three ranks of gun muskets, and before the Japanese could react, a barrage of fire erupted. Amidst the constant bangs and flying sawdust, the samurai wielding their swords roared foolishly. The shame of defeat, the thrill of bloodshed, the burning of the flames—hatred had clouded their judgment. Their muskets, soaked by seawater, were unusable; the crazed samurai grabbed their longswords and wildly swung them at the red-haired men dozens of meters away, shouting and yelling.

They were met with a hail of bullets. After a large number of men fell, the foolish Japanese retreated to the cabin, attempting a desperate last stand.

Kafka, without hesitation, dispatched several small squads of fifty men each, who boarded the Japanese ships in small boats. The Japanese, of course, dared not show themselves. The squads, as if returning home, easily boarded the ships, intending to wipe out these stubborn, short, and desperate resistance fighters.

The red-haired men weren't fools; they understood the principle of the enemy being in the shadows while they were in the light, and naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to rush into the warehouse. Soon, specialized gunpowder soldiers lit the fuses of small packets of gunpowder and threw them into the inner warehouse.

The inner warehouse had several doors; the less intelligent ones were naturally killed by the exploding packets; the smarter ones even dared to throw the packets back, fortunately exploding in mid-air, with only a few red-haired men suffering minor burns from the flying sparks.

The red-haired devils angrily charged into the inner warehouse, and close combat ensued—the most brutal form of warfare. Ordinary Japanese pirates were naturally no match for the tall and strong red-haired devils. But the Japanese ninjas hiding in the shadows always managed to launch surprise attacks, and casualties increased, with a death ratio of one to two. For every red-haired devil who died, two Japanese pirates perished. Who could blame them when the Japanese pirates' muskets were no longer effective?

Even so, despite their overwhelming numerical superiority, the Japanese still lost two hundred soldiers, infuriating Kafka so much that he smashed his pipe. Old Kafka swore he would never again engage in hand-to-hand combat with the short Japanese. Just think, a crushing defeat of the Japanese fleet without a single casualty. Capturing a wrecked ship, yet losing two hundred Imperial warriors! A miscalculation, a terrible miscalculation.

In the aftermath of the battle, Kafka came to report his achievements to me.

He sank three enemy ships, captured one, seized enough fresh water and food for five hundred men, three cannons, three hundred cannonballs, three hundred muskets, and countless rounds of ammunition. As for enemy prisoners, none were captured; most were killed, and the few who refused to surrender committed seppuku. Losses: one enemy ship escaped, two hundred soldiers lost, one cannon was completely destroyed, and ninety cannonballs were used.

I patted Kafka on the shoulder, comforting him, "Victory and defeat are common in war. Just don't fight them hand-to-hand anymore!" Kafka nodded silently after hearing the translation from the fake foreign envoy, Tang.

Although I could now speak some simple Dutch, the revolution was not yet complete, and comrades still needed to work hard.

Kafka suddenly asked, "General Superman, are we really going to attack Japan? If it's a naval battle, even if our Seventh Fleet only has two warships left, we're not afraid. But in a land battle, we have no reinforcements and not enough ammunition. This is a war against an entire country, not just a fleet! Please reconsider, General Superman!"

I waved my hand, "Don't worry about it! You only need to be responsible for the naval battle. Leave everything to me after we land."

Kafka had seen my superhuman martial arts skills, so he wasn't too worried. He was just afraid that if I died, their antidote would be gone, and everyone would die with me. Although Kafka was already quite old, he still thought, "I haven't had enough of young and beautiful women yet, how can I die so soon?"

The thought of women improved Kafka's mood considerably. After saying hello, he went to handle his business.

Gu Yibai said, "Zheng'er, a Japanese pirate warship has escaped. They will definitely send more reinforcements. Zheng'er, you must be careful. Otherwise, it will be a hopeless situation."

I nodded, "Fourteenth Sister, Zheng'er has made thorough preparations. Don't worry." I then turned to the two Yin brothers, who were still in a daze, and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you two? Are you staring blankly or what? It's inexplicable. It wasn't our people who died, so why do you both have such bitter faces?" The two Yin brothers were suddenly

jolted awake. Yin You reacted, "Huh? What? How could we be sad for those damned Japanese pirates? How could we? Haha? We're overjoyed. Don't you think so, brother!" Yin

You had a fake smile on his face, a smile that was even uglier than a crying face. Yin Xiu responded, also chuckling a few times. His smile was forced and insincere; even his crying was much better than his. "Haha, they all deserve to die!"

"Alright, alright, stop laughing, it's awful! Quickly prepare some everyday items and money that you can carry, divide them into a dozen or so bundles, and find a dozen or so sets of water-resistant clothing. Take them all to Yin Lisha's room, and you all stay in there and don't come out! Until I call you!" Yin You and Yin Xiu's martial arts skills weren't very good, and they couldn't stop bullets, so for their safety, I had to tell them to hide first.

Yin Xiu asked suspiciously, "Brother Xu, are we going to run away? Didn't we just win a battle? Why are we preparing to run away?"

I said, "A man who doesn't plan for the future will have trouble in the present! Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone me. I'm making the worst-case scenario plan. You guys prepare first, and if things change, we'll escape on our small boat. I'm not afraid, but you can't. All this is for your own good."

Yin You, being the older brother, pulled his younger brother away and went to prepare.

"Fourteenth Sister, has Bai Zhen locked up Da Peng?" I turned back to Gu Yibai and asked.

"Zheng'er, don't worry, I already told Bai Zhen! That roc listens to Bai Zhen the most. Bai Zhen took two fish, and the roc obediently went into the cage."

"Oh? I didn't expect Bai Zhen to have this ability? If I had known that the cunning roc was so easy to fool, I would have been happy even if he took ten fish." The roc, such an extraordinary bird, is the best escape route in times of crisis. Just think, if it escapes from the sky, who in the world can catch it?

"Is the bucket modification finished?"

Gu Yibai scolded, "It's been done for a long time. But, Zheng, tell your mother, what do you want to do with this?" I smiled slyly, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed!" Gu Yibai punched me angrily, "You little rascal, you even keep it from your mother, you're not honest."

I laughed, "Are there any honest little rascals in the world? Besides, you're not my biological mother, why should I tell you the truth?" Gu Yibai's eyes reddened, and she lowered her head in silence.

Oh dear, she misunderstood what I meant. I quickly explained, "Fourteenth Sister, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean? Yes, I'm not your biological mother, so of course you can ignore me!" Gu Yibai was clearly angry, but she looked more like a wronged little wife than a mother, lacking any maternal dignity.

Ignoring her resistance, I pulled her into my arms and comforted her, "Of course you're not my biological mother!" I paused slightly, and sure enough, Gu Yibai's face turned even paler. I grinned mischievously, "You're my wife, how could you be my biological mother?"

Gu Yibai's pale face flushed red, the blush even creeping up her neck, and her cute little ears turned bright red. She blushed so much she could barely open her eyes, and whispered in a barely audible voice, "You're so wicked! How could there possibly be such a bad son in the world!"

I feigned displeasure and said, "Son? Who's your son? Don't think that just because you're a generation older than me, or because I called you 'Mom' a few times, you'll consider me your son. Since I was nine, I've never considered anyone other than my biological mother as my mother."

Gu Yibai had lived for twenty or thirty years; she certainly understood the implication of my words. She pinched my waist hard and said resentfully, "You little rascal, you've never had any good intentions since you were little! You were already up to no good when you were nine; no wonder you're this bad at only fourteen."

I chuckled, "What bad things did I do when I was nine?"

"You..." Gu Yibai, even with her boldness, was a little embarrassed to say, "If you dare to flirt with me again, once I find Sister Ming, I'll have her teach you a lesson!"

"Go ahead and call, who knows who'll teach whom a lesson!" I chuckled slyly, my restless hands already climbing onto Gu Yibai's soft waist. "What are you doing? Trying to take advantage of me? You're not even fully grown yet!" Gu Yibai slapped my hand away.

"What kind of tofu haven't I taken from you? I've even taken advantage of you." I muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Actually, with Gu Yibai's skills, what sound couldn't she hear at this close range? But she really couldn't face this man she had always regarded as her "son." So, she could only pretend to be stupid. But I didn't want to let her go. Suddenly, I was very scared, scared of losing her. Having already lost her once, I couldn't bear a second blow.

"What did I say? How could you not know? Yibai, don't you understand my heart?"

"You, you! You brat, how dare you call me Yibai? You should call me Mother, Fourteenth Mother!" Gu Yibai suddenly shouted, but her tone wasn't angry; instead, there was a sense of relief. Perhaps, she had waited far too long for these words, for this address. Upon hearing this, Gu Yibai felt a sense of disorientation, as if she had returned to that innocent and hazy age. The tall, handsome young man before her overlapped with a shadow from the depths of her memory.

Gu Yibai snapped back to reality, surprised to find that she couldn't clearly remember the appearance of the person she had once deeply loved, only vaguely resembling the person before her. She panicked, became flustered, and was terrified by her own sincerity.

"Yibai, what's wrong?" Seeing Gu Yibai's face turn deathly pale in an instant, her beautiful features losing all color, I asked anxiously.

"Ah! No, nothing! Xiaozheng, I have something to do, I need to go take care of it!" Gu Yibai hurriedly turned and left. I watched her beautiful figure disappear through the door, sighed, and wondered if I had pushed her too hard. Well, it's good to let her calm down. Judging from her expression, she still cares about me; otherwise, why would she be so flustered? I smiled slightly, lost in my beautiful daydreams about the future.

Chapter 173: Triumph in a Foreign Land .

Kafka hurriedly reported to me, "Your Excellency Superman, a Japanese fleet has been spotted fifty nautical miles ahead!"

The fake foreigner translated, and I asked, "Lieutenant Kafka, how far are we from the Japanese mainland?"

"General, one hundred nautical miles!"

"Oh, so fast! Excellent!" I said excitedly. Kafka looked at his superior in surprise, unable to understand the Easterner's way of thinking. Being chased by nearly a hundred Japanese warships of various sizes, this Easterner seemed unusually excited. Kafka shook his head inwardly, thinking that Superman is indeed Superman; even his thoughts are different from ours, the Dutch.

Seeing Kafka's worried expression, I patted his broad shoulder. "Lieutenant, don't worry, didn't I tell you? I'll handle everything!" Kafka grinned at me, a smile more like a grimace.

"Alright, alright, send a deputy to command the Empress! I can only feel at ease if you command the Pharaoh yourself!" Kafka, being a soldier, quickly channeled his frustration into God. He silently prayed, "God bless, God bless!" and hurried off to do his work.

"Master!" His apprentice, Hong Niu, burst in, calling out.

I straightened my face and said seriously, "Little Niu, since I took you as my disciple, I haven't taught you anything substantial. You won't blame me, will you?" Hong Niu shook his head vigorously, saying, "Master, you...you taught me to recognize so many characters. It's just that I'm a stupid ox, I couldn't understand the incantations you taught me, how can I blame you? Besides, you even cured my stutter. Listen, now I don't stutter much anymore!"

"Little Niu, you're so sensible! But there's going to be a fierce battle soon, Little Niu, are you scared?"

"Master, aren't you making fun of me? My favorite thing since I was little has been fighting!" Hong Niu said with a silly smile.

“Little Niu, you’re wrong. This is war, not a fight! The two sides aren’t competing in martial arts, but in advanced weaponry and powerful firearms! Long spears and cannons—aren’t they all weapons that can kill from tens, hundreds, or even thousands of meters away? With your martial arts skills, you can’t even get close to the Japanese pirates!”

Hong Niu was dumbfounded in his anxiety. “Master, what should I do? I can’t just stand here on the ship and wait to die!”

“Hong Niu, do you listen to your master?”

“Master, you are my master, so you are my father! I will always listen to you!”

“Alright, Little Niu, you don’t have to fight this battle. Your master orders you to protect my mother and the other women!” My expression relaxed again, and I smiled slyly. “Of course, you also have to protect my future apprentice’s wife!”

Hong Niu was a little unhappy when he heard the first part of the sentence. He was an extremely warlike person. But when he heard the word "wife," his face turned bright red, and he hurriedly protested, "Master, how can you say such things? I have no relation to Sister-in-law Bai Zhen."

I chuckled and said, "Eh? Did I say my future apprentice's wife is Sister-in-law Bai Zhen?"

Even the dim-witted Hong Niu knew I was teasing him. He glanced anxiously at the door. Thank goodness there were only the two of us in the cabin, otherwise Hong Niu would have been blushing for who knows how long! "Master, Master, I, I'm going first. I'll protect them!" he said, and then he ran away like the wind.

I laughed heartily, and Hong Niu ran even faster. My silly apprentice, perhaps because he hadn't seen many women on that deserted island, was completely infatuated with Bai Zhen. But I saw that Bai Zhen treated him like a younger brother, so if I, as the matchmaker, got involved, this matter would most likely succeed! I was already dreaming about how I could properly indulge my matchmaking fantasies in the future, throwing the matter of the enemy ship onto the Dragon King of the East Sea's bed.

What's it like to be a male matchmaker? I long for that! The unknown and mysterious are always so alluring!

The whistle blew, and the soldiers on the three ships returned to their posts, quietly awaiting the arrival of the great battle. Their esteemed Superman General stood high atop the mast. No matter how the sea breeze blew, not a single piece of his clothing fluttered. The red-haired soldiers looked at this towering, god-like war god with adoration, a

figure so imposing that they couldn't help but look up to him. The fear of being outnumbered by many had long been replaced by a surge of fighting spirit. With Superman by their side, victory in this naval showdown was assured.

Whoosh—the attack horns of the Japanese pirate warships sounded from the distance. Countless warships, large and small, were approaching us in a semi-encircling formation, like a giant monster opening its black, foul-smelling maw, ready to bite us!

I frowned. Were these Japanese pirates all idiots? Knowing their artillery range was inferior to ours, why did they still come forward to their deaths? Did they intend to use sheer numbers to deplete our ammunition before annihilating us?

Before I could even come up with a solution, countless snow-white seabirds suddenly flew out from the two middle warships in the Japanese fleet, each clutching a dark object in its claws. The white birds flew in a V-formation, as if rehearsed beforehand, towards us.

Huh? What are those things? I strained my eyes, trying to discern the purpose of these strange birds. Suddenly, the whole world changed, slowing down considerably. The wind blew slowly, the warships moved slowly, the white birds flew slowly, and with each flight, the dark objects under their claws swayed, even the slightest movement was captured by my eyes.

I'd never seen anything like it before, never seen anything like it. What was that?

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew by, and the birds' formation became slightly disordered. One of the white birds seemed startled and broke formation. Its fleshy claws, used too much force, accidentally tore open the small, black package.

"Bang!" A loud explosion followed, a flash of light like a dazzling firework in the sky!

Oh no! Those were explosive charges!

My mind reeled. I finally understood why the Japanese pirates dared to launch this challenge. I never imagined these short devils were so cunning, devising the idea of flying soldiers. Historically, General Li Jing of the Tang Dynasty had also used this method. However, the level of explosives manufacturing back then was far inferior to today's; at most, it was only slightly more powerful than firecrackers.

In this world, the power of gunpowder has been amplified many times over. Looking at the overwhelming swarm of white birds, there were at least a hundred of them. If those hundred or so explosive charges were to fall, how could we possibly survive?

With a powerful push, I leaped from the mast like an arrow, my white robes flashing through the air like a shooting star, my speed unparalleled. With a long cry, a colossal roc suddenly flew out from the Pharaoh's ship. Its wings, several meters long, flapped lightly, creating a powerful gust of wind that sent the red-haired men tumbling about. The roc soared into the sky, chasing after the white-clad figure in the air.

"Great Roc, don't fight them head-on. Just use your wings to knock them together!" I said to the Great Roc that flew closer. The Great Roc nodded its head, let out a sharp "Chirp—", and spread its massive wings, sending a gust of wind towards the white birds.

Although the white birds had been trained, none of them had any training in fighting humans or other birds! Caught off guard, the first few white birds became cannon fodder, the triggered explosives exploding and blowing them to smithereens.

I wasn't idle either. In the air, my Dragon Force Finger technique had a much longer range and several times better accuracy than my palm strike. Golden finger energy crackled incessantly, all aimed at the black explosives.

Bang bang bang—, boom boom boom—, the explosions rang out incessantly, like a series of firecrackers being lit, one after another, two after two, three after three…

Dapeng and I, one in front and one behind, surrounded the white bird tightly, leaving no one behind. In the end, we, one man and one bird, worked together to wipe them all out!

The highest-ranking officer of the Japanese fleet, Koizumi Junichiro, was dumbfounded, and together with countless Japanese dwarfs, cried out in terror, “Great God, Great God! The Dutch are protected by a Great God!” This scene in the sky above the sea was watched by countless eyes from both sides. This superhuman ability shocked everyone’s hearts.

The beautiful women standing in the ship’s command cabin all looked at the god-like man with infatuated eyes. Elizabeth even exclaimed, “Oh! My God! An angel, he must be an angel sent by God to save us!” She completely forgot that she was still the “angel’s” prisoner!

Gu Yibai was dumbfounded. Although she had heard men talk about it before, nothing was as shocking as seeing it with her own eyes. Fang Xin's heart trembled violently at that moment, as if struck by an electric current. This...this man is my future man? Ah! What am I thinking? Impossible, it's impossible between us! Gu Yibai's face suddenly turned terrifying. She shook her head fiercely, her large, watery eyes fixed on the heroic figure in the air.

The others clearly wouldn't notice Gu Yibai's "insignificant" change. The Yin brothers' faces grew even uglier. They exchanged a glance, instantly understanding that they shared the same feelings. Hesitation, confusion, helplessness, hesitation, bewilderment, resentment, despair, joy...all the emotions a human being could possibly possess surged into the brothers' hearts at that moment, washing over them fiercely.

"Baka yarou!" Koizumi Junichiro drew his sword with a clang and roared at his men, "Yashi-di—"

The officer's anger jolted the soldiers from their terror. The foolish, so-called Bushido spirit cultivated by the Japanese over countless years, and the honor of the Emperor, once again enraged these barbaric dwarfs.

"As samurai of the Emperor of Japan, for the Emperor's honor, kill!" Koizumi Junichiro brandished his long sword, and the poor little dwarfs, filled with excitement, rushed to become cannon fodder.

The dwarfs brought out large crossbows, nocked strange-looking long arrows, and together pulled back the crossbows, aiming the arrows at the enemy's "guardian" in the sky. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—a rain of arrows rained down on the white-clad man.

Chapter 174: Triumph in Hokkaido

Logically, the arrows should have fallen into the sea mid-air, but the strange arrow was extraordinary. Just before it hit the ground, the strange little object tied to the front of the arrow suddenly spewed out bursts of flame, turning the arrow into a "firework"! Fueled by gunpowder, it flew higher and farther.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the rain of arrows was like fireworks, threatening to bury me and Dapeng in an instant. "Great Roc, run!" Although the Great Roc has thick skin and tough flesh, this arrow was so large, more than ten times the size of a normal arrow. Even a monstrous Great Roc couldn't withstand it.

The Great Roc had lived for countless years, long since becoming a shrewd old bird. Before I could warn him, he had already vanished without a trace. "Damn it, what a treacherous bastard!" I cursed, quickly raising the Dragon Force Shield to its highest level, just in case. I stretched out my hands to the left and right, conjuring two golden Dragon Force Blades.

The Dragon Force Blades were formed from my true energy, almost tangible. I remembered only showing this skill at the Martial Arts Tournament. I didn't expect to have the chance to really enjoy it after several months. With a flick of the Dragon Blades, the Dragon Force Blade Technique, which I had comprehended from the Dragon Flowing Sword Technique, was swiftly unleashed. The blade energy shone with golden light, its brilliance in the sky even outshining the sun. (Actually, there were dark clouds blocking the sun at that moment!)

With a swing of the sword, the blade's energy collided with the rockets, bang bang bang, a series of explosions rang out. The Japanese devils were really cunning; these arrows were not only rockets, but also explosive arrows, the arrowheads exploding upon contact. Although their power was far less than cannonballs, it was much stronger than bullets. In the billowing dust, black and yellow gunpowder dust fell on the Dragon Power Shield, soon burying me completely.

Actually, writing this is slow; only five minutes have passed since the bird flew away.

I dodged left and right, not because I was afraid of these explosive arrows, but because with such powerful enemies ahead, I still needed to conserve more energy to deal with them. Wouldn't it be counterproductive to expend too much internal energy just to block these explosive arrows?

Fortunately, for some reason, the Japanese stopped firing explosive arrows. I was also very fortunate to return to the mast of the Pharaoh unharmed, and with a gentle shake, the thick layer of dust on the Dragon Power Shield dispersed with the wind.

"Magic, magic!" the red-haired men shouted excitedly in Dutch, their morale reaching its peak in an instant. Kafka was also excited, so excited that he would be willing to give up the rest of his life for what he saw at this moment. But as the de facto fleet commander, his long-cultivated good qualities allowed him to quickly recover.

"Noble knights! Take up your muskets, prepare your cannons! We, yes. We are the soldiers of our noble Superman General, fight for our noble Superman General! Kill all those damned Japanese dwarfs, kill them all!" Kafka went mad, and so did the red-haired men.

"Fire!"

"Boom boom boom..." The gunners impatiently lit the fuses, the cannons spitting out fiery tongues, wishing they could vomit out every last drop of ammunition. No need to aim, the Japanese warships came very, very close. Especially a few small warships, which even tried to launch a sneak attack! Unfortunately, they were greeted with a volley of eighty shells! (The Queen had thirty gun ports, and the Pharaoh had even more, a full fifty. The warships were like the British warships of the Opium Wars, with cannons distributed along their sides!)

Bang! Boom!

Three or five small warships were the first to be blown to pieces. Imagine, each warship was hit by more than ten cannonballs; it would be difficult for them not to be torn apart.

The Japanese ships suddenly dispersed, the encirclement widening, and correspondingly, they were further away from our ships, already out of cannon range. Countless small boats were thrown into the sea, the Japanese dwarfs shouting the name of "Emperor," each stripped naked except for a dozen thongs. This shameless dwarf, steer his small boat, howling and rowing desperately towards us.

What were they trying to do?

Divide and conquer! A Japanese dwarf's trick! Trying to kill an elephant with ants.

Kafka knew this was a Japanese dwarf's trick, he cursed in Dutch, but still had to order the gunners to fire. The cannons roared again, each shot seemingly hitting one or two small boats, blasting the T-boats beyond recognition; even if they missed, the giant waves created by the shells could easily capsize the small boats, sending countless Japanese dwarfs to their deaths.

Even so, the lethality of each shell was greatly reduced. If it hit a warship, two shells might be enough to take out over five hundred men. But now, with the small boats of five men scattered across the sea, even if hit, each shell would only kill a dozen or twenty men.

The numerical disparity was worrying; ammunition was limited, but the enemy numbered in the tens of thousands. If this continued, they feared they would run out of ammunition and supplies before even receiving a warship.

The short Japanese men in the T-formation, who had luckily escaped the shelling, jumped into the sea and disappeared. Oh no, they were trying to sink the ship! Kafka loudly ordered the musketeers to prepare, but even then, there was a possibility of some escaping.

If even one person managed to sneak into the hull, their good days would be over.

Lifting a 300-pound oil drum, I instantly flew to the sea, blocking the Japanese pirates' path. I poured the oil from the drum into the sea, creating a long oil slick. Sparks fell, and the small fire quickly ignited, boiling the seawater. The short Japanese men, unable to dive, surfaced one after another, many covered in oil, screaming in agony!

Those who couldn't dive back up didn't even have time to cry out before their flesh was cooked, a faint aroma wafting through the air.

"Oh, oh, long live the general! Long live the general!" the red-haired devil shouted gleefully, lowering his gun to watch this spectacle of burning and boiling human flesh.

The seawater churned, the boiling water washing many corpses to the surface, only to have them burned to charcoal. The remaining Japanese, terrified by this human tragedy, turned pale and desperately paddled back.

We'll meet force with force! No matter what tricks the Japanese devils try, they won't succeed!

Koizumi Junichiro witnessed this scene through his binoculars, his small black mustache trembling with rage. "Baka baka!" He drew his sword and cleaved a large table in two!

"Hey! General, calm down! I'm willing to lead a thousand daredevils to fight for the Emperor!" a short, stocky man said to Koizumi.

Koizumi was overjoyed. "Good, good indeed! Truly worthy of being a shikigami samurai of my great Japan! I will take good care of your beautiful wife. Go with peace of mind. Whether you succeed or fail, I will plead your case before General Tokuyasu!"

Chapter 175 What a satisfying kill!

This short, stocky man was named Rukawa Kaede. He was short and stocky, with a face as ugly as a pig, yet despite his ugliness, he had a very beautiful wife. His wife, Mano Yoko, was both beautiful and shrewish, a notorious shrew among the military families. Koizumi Junichiro had long coveted Mano Yoko.

Unfortunately, Rukawa Kaede was a highly skilled swordsman with outstanding military achievements and a good reputation within the army, making it impossible for Koinu to find an opportunity to lay a hand on his wife. Koinu was extremely lecherous; at only fifty years old, he kept forty-four wives and concubines. He was like someone who wanted more than what he had. The thought of having the chance to seduce Mano Yoko made Koinu lick his lips, revealing a greedy expression.

Watching Rukawa Kaede's departing figure in the small boat, Koinu smiled sinisterly.

Over a thousand of Rukawa Kaede's handpicked, absolutely loyal suicide squad members, expressionless, steered the small boats like arrows towards the Pharaoh. This time, they didn't encounter any artillery fire halfway there, nor did the Japanese soldiers roar and charge with swords and guns.

The oil fires on the sea were almost extinguished, and I had already instructed Kafka to conserve ammunition and not attack. Alone, I flew to the sea ahead of the Pharaoh. The sky was so blue, yet for some reason, the mere sight of Japanese soldiers always stirred a bloodthirsty urge within me.

I hovered in mid-air, like a living god, dancing gracefully in the air, seemingly real yet dreamlike. As over a thousand howling Japanese soldiers charged closer, I raised my sword and roared, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!" A thunderous roar erupted from the sky. Golden light enveloped me completely, then contracted and expanded, and in the expansion, boundless golden light suddenly burst forth. The bursting golden light shot forward at a 180-degree angle, transforming into countless golden swords almost instantly.

With a whistling sound, countless golden swords rained down from the sky, piercing through the bodies of the Japanese soldiers in the blink of an eye. Rukawa Kaede was terrified, letting out a loud "Hai!" and swiftly and accurately slashing his sword at the golden swords hurtling towards him. With a clang, the golden sword broke in two. Rukawa Kaede was overjoyed, but the next moment his face turned a deep purplish-red.

In disbelief, Rukawa Kaede lowered his head as a broken sword pierced his groin, penetrating straight into his body. He roared and fell backward into the embrace of the sea, the golden sword vanishing in that instant. Rukawa Kaede's vision went black as seawater filled his mouth and nose. A thought flashed through his mind, "Yoko..."

Koizumi Junichiro, watching through his binoculars, was both astonished and delighted. Astonished by the opponent's godlike power, delighted that Mano Yoko seemed to have undressed and was now in bed with him. The "

Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique wasn't actually a profound swordsmanship, or even a swordsmanship at all. It was more accurately described as a hidden weapon. Its most remarkable feature was its unparalleled range and area of effect. However, the consumption of true energy was also enormous. In this one battle alone, although I killed nearly a thousand enemies, my dragon power was also depleted by about ten percent.

Although my dragon power is true energy formed from the fusion of the essence of heaven and earth, it is not the energy of heaven and earth itself. Therefore, even though I have entered the realm of celestial beings, I cannot borrow the power of heaven and earth. Replenishing the loss of dragon power is quite laborious and requires focused meditation to recover.
The red-haired soldiers erupted in thunderous cheers, raising their guns and firing them into the sky to celebrate my initial victory.

The Japanese devils were stunned. This was not a war; it was a massacre. None of those who went had returned, and not a single enemy had been killed. The enemy side had divine protection, but what about us? Where was our Emperor? Where were our Eight Great Serpent Gods?

Morale had collapsed. Even the loyal warriors who worshipped the Bushido spirit and believed in His Majesty the Emperor had no fighting spirit. A war that could never be won, a contest of overwhelming odds, was impossible to win. If that was the case, then what was the point of fighting?

This negative sentiment flashed through the minds of most Japanese men, their faces turning ashen, and they all reported to their superiors: "Of the thirty-six

stratagems, retreat is the best!" The report reached Koizumi Junichiro's ears with unprecedented speed, within three minutes. Although it was merely a verbal message, Koizumi had already beaten the officer in front of him until his mouth bled. "Baka! Where has your Bushido spirit gone? Where has your Emperor's honor gone?"

But Koizumi was merely venting his anger, putting on a show for his subordinates. Beneath his wide military armor, his two fat thighs were already trembling. He had cursed and beaten, and the fear in his heart had subsided considerably. Koizumi took a few deep breaths, finally suppressing his boundless terror, and said to the man: "Your order is for the entire army to retreat! I will report to the Tokugawa Shogun! Request the Orochi God's forces to deal with him!"

"So, just let them come ashore like that?"

"Ashore is good, ashore is good!" Koizumi's sinister eyes flashed with a cold light; once they were ashore, they would be easier to deal with. "I'm such a coward! No wonder General Tokugawa always calls me a stupid lad (Koizumi Junichiro)!" Koizumi seemed to remember something, and seeing his silence, his subordinates went to withdraw the troops.

The horn sounded, and the Japanese pirate ships immediately turned around, hoisting their sails and retreating in a desperate flight.

I roared, "Pursue!" What nonsense about not pursuing a defeated enemy! A drowning dog deserves a good beating! With such a favorable situation, wouldn't it be a waste of all my previous efforts not to pursue? After all, we were only on the defensive; we should at least have a proper fight.

The red-haired devils were eager to fight, and the shipwrights hoisted the sails. A big ship is indeed different; it runs faster than a tortoise. Although its initial speed wasn't as fast as a small boat, the large sails and the wind made it even faster. Before long, the Pharaoh was the first to approach within firing range.

Kafka showed no mercy. After the thunderous roar of cannons, Japanese warships were struck one after another, splinters flying, flames raging, men and ships capsizing. Several shots hit the enemy ships' powder magazines directly, the explosions shattering the ships in two, sending them sinking into the sea!

The sounds of cannon fire and screams were enough to make even women's blood boil, let alone men's! With a leap, a beam of white light descended from the mast like divine light, showering the fleeing warships.

My body surging with adrenaline, my head throbbing, I stood in mid-air, my hands clasped together, a golden light flashing from my palms. The invisible energy that materialized was like an incredibly sharp blade, ruthlessly cleaving a fleeing warship in two. Boom! The warship split in two, swallowed by the waves in less than a minute.

Watching the Japanese soldiers crying out for help, I felt a strange joy and excitement. So, killing can be this exhilarating. Kill, kill, I'm going to kill. Kill them all, kill all these lazy, opportunistic bandits.

Don't pity them, they're Japanese, they're pirates, who cares if they're all guilty? They're all Japanese, right? All Japanese deserve to die, especially Japanese men!

The unknown pain... just thinking about the terrible fate that Ming Yu'er and the others might suffer as prisoners fills my heart with agony. My heart is clenching; the fear of the unknown is making me lose my humanity. Humanity? What's the point of humanity at a time like this? There's only slaughter, endless slaughter!

Kill all these sons of bitches! Why did you come to China? If you have nothing to eat, why don't you go fishing? Why come and rob us? Rage has burned away all my reason! I'm even more ruthless.

Warships are broken in two by my hands, countless lives are lost on my bare hands. And yet, I remain unstained by blood, soaring through the air, not even a bullet from a musket can get close to me.

"A devil! He's a devil!" the Japanese shouted. The survivors, seeing the horrific state of the warship behind them, screamed madly. Many, with foresight, grabbed a piece of wood and jumped into the sea first. Jumping into the sea offered a chance of survival; hiding on the warship meant certain death.

Sure enough, the white-clad devil quickly caught up with the warship, and like the others, with a flash of golden light, the warship was cleaved in two. The broken pieces were as smooth as if they had been planed, not a drop of water could stick to them.

Not enough! I drew a Japanese sword from mid-air. This sword was strange; it was only a single-edged blade with a slight curve, only usable as a knife. But using a Japanese sword to cut down a Japanese ship was perfect.

*Poof poof poof*, I flicked my wrist, and several sharp blade energies sliced a smaller warship into several large pieces.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows now! Shoot him dead! Shoot him dead!"

Koizumi Junichiro ordered angrily. Only two large warships were equipped with those explosive arrows. Although precious, Koinu couldn't bear to see half of his Hokkaido fleet, which he had painstakingly built up over most of his life, destroyed in an instant.

Another hail of arrows rained down.

But this time, I didn't detonate them.

Koinu's flagship was faster than the other warships. If I lured the explosive arrows down, wouldn't it be wonderful for them to fight like dogs? I acted on my thought, using a gentle force to redirect the explosive arrows' attack. Just as the Japanese soldiers were frantically carrying out their mass suicide jump into the sea, countless explosive arrows rained down upon them.

Bang bang bang bang…

a series of explosions tore them apart, many of them leaping into the sea only to be pierced through the body by an exploding arrow mid-air, followed by an explosion that turned them into cannon fodder.

On the Pharaoh, Gu Yibai and the other women were stunned by the horrific scene. "He's changed! He's changed! Xiao Zheng has changed. He would never have done something like this before." Gu Yibai clearly couldn't believe what she was seeing. She couldn't understand why someone who was only fourteen years old, less than a year out of the game, could become so cruel. Although she was relatively open-minded, her aversion to bloodshed as a woman terrified her.

The Japanese had gone mad, completely frenzied. Seeing that they couldn't escape, everyone frantically picked up their muskets and fired them into the air. Some even threw their swords into the sky like projectiles.

Chapter 176 Catching a Japanese Dog

is More Precious Than Life The cannons, in the hands of the frenzied people, fired repeatedly. The Japanese no longer cared about the lack of ammunition. What use were cannons when the ships were gone? The muzzles of the cannons were raised high by the frenzied people, all aimed at the graceful white figure floating in the sky.

The cannons roared in fury, erupting in a burst of fire. But their fury seemed insufficient; the shells, mid-air, deflated like punctured balloons, plunging headfirst into the sea, never to rise again. Even worse, the crazed Japanese, with their cannons raised too high, completely miscalculated the impact point.

And, by sheer bad luck, one of the shells struck another of their own warships. While not fatal, it still killed and wounded many of their own men. The crew of that bombarded warship, already driven mad by fear, were suddenly struck by friendly fire, like boiling water turning upside down.

They had nowhere to vent their anger, for the enemy was invincible. So, they decided to vent on someone. "That blind fool just now fired at me!" "

Over there, that warship!"

"Really? Are you sure?" "They're all on our side." "

So what if they're on our side?" "They've gone mad... Oh dear, look, they're bombarding us again... Waaah... Brother, you died so tragically!"

"Brother, avenge you! I'll fight them to the death!

" "Hey, don't steal my cannon!" "

Get out of the way! You can't hit anyone anyway. Let me show you!" "Boom!

Boom! Boom!" Three shots fired in quick succession, all hitting their mark! Less than a nautical mile apart, how could they miss?

The Japanese went mad, exchanging fire and bombardment! Their guns and cannons, unable to hit me, turned and fired at their own men. But this also saved their lives, because I stopped killing them. Flying over the chaotic battle zone, I caught up with the flagship. "To catch the thief, first catch the king; to capture the big bird, you can interrogate him."

Koizumi Junichiro saw the demon flying towards his ship and frantically shouted for the sailors to increase speed. Exploding arrows and muskets were also being fired wildly. Regardless of whether they could hit or not, any delay was better than nothing.

With the Dragon Shield activated, I dodged the exploding arrows; the musket bullets were like tickles to me. With a single stroke, I cleaved a row of seven or eight samurai in two, their blood instantly staining the deck crimson. "Baka yarou!"

I was astonished; these Japanese devils only ever used this one phrase, a far cry from the long and complex language of my Chinese nation. Those who cursed me were torn in two at the mouth, their upper and lower lips never to meet again.

I plunged into the crowd, hacking and slashing with abandon. There was no need to dodge, for their swords and spears couldn't harm me; their attacks even bounced off my Dragon Force Shield, wounding them instead. Arms, thighs, heads, feet—in a flash, only these remained on the deck.

I rushed into the inner cabin, where countless ninjas, specializing in ambush and assassination, attacked me from the shadows. A knife would suddenly appear from the deck; a knife-wielding hand would often emerge from the dark cabin walls; round gunpowder barrels would suddenly roll towards you; only the flash of blades descended from the sky.

It's pitiful. Anyone else might have fallen for their trap. But tragically, they were only about to reveal themselves when a flash of light slashed their necks. These ninjas, who had trained their entire lives, suffered a disastrous first mission. For soldiers, for assassins, failure means only one thing—death!

I easily reached Koizumi Junichiro, who stood frozen, a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, too afraid to move. He dared not move, for any movement meant certain death.

"Answer one question, and you won't die!" I said coldly to the dog-like Japanese man before me.

"I am a general personally appointed by the Emperor, a subordinate of the great Tokugawa Ieyasu. If you kill me, General Tokugawa will not let you off! Clever Chinese, you have an old Chinese saying, 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' You alone cannot possibly defeat our great Japanese Empire."

"You are the one who doesn't submit to circumstances!" I sneered again. "I just want to know where you took our mothers?"

Koizumi Junichiro wasn't really stupid; his words were just an attempt to play the hero in front of the enemy. He had long heard that the Chinese recognize heroes, and that putting on a tough front could earn the enemy's respect! Since he had already done it once, there was no need to do it a second time; after all, his life was more important.

"Who are your mothers?"

"The ones you captured, Mei-tama and the others!"

"Mei-tama? Is that the Mei-tama who killed more than a thousand of our Emperor's samurai?"

"That's right! What did you do to them?" Upon hearing the news, I became unusually agitated.

Koizumi Junichiro's eyes darted around, and a plan formed in his mind. “Chinese man, your mother has already been sent to His Majesty the Emperor and the great Tokugawa Shogun in Tokyo. But if you exchange me for him, I think he will be happy to return your mother to you!”

“Is my mother alright? If you dare to harm a single hair on their heads, I will kill you all!”

Koizumi Junichiro waved his hands repeatedly, “No, no, our Great Japanese Empire is the most merciful. We are generally very lenient towards prisoners. Besides, your mother is someone that both the Tokugawa Shogun and His Majesty the Emperor personally wanted. Who would dare to touch them?”

I remained unmoved, “Others might not dare to touch them, but I’m afraid only that damned Emperor and that dog-headed general would dare to do so?”

Koizumi broke out in a cold sweat, thinking of his own life, and hurriedly said, “No, no, I only received news the day before yesterday that your mothers are still being escorted to Tokyo. As long as they haven’t reached Tokyo, they will be fine!”

Koizumi wiped his sweat as he explained to me in his broken Chinese.

I stared at him intently, until he was sweating profusely, before I was convinced that he was telling the truth. "Alright! Now you're my hostage. If you want to keep your life, you'd better obey me."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, sir!"

"Good! First, order the entire army to surrender!"

"Huh?"

"What? You don't want to?"

"No, no, no! You don't need to lift a finger, sir! I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Next, Koizumi Junichiro, who was always treated like a god, was lifted up like a dog and thrown onto the deck. There wasn't a single soldier left on the flagship, so Koizumi Junichiro had to return to his old profession, becoming a standard-bearer again after thirty years.

The order to surrender stirred up a huge wave throughout the Hokkaido Fleet. Soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders, and this was an order they had long desired. So, most of the fleet raised dazzling white flags at the same time. Only a few madmen who had gone mad remained, fighting like dogs, a bloody mess.

I watched this once-in-a-millennium spectacle with great interest, the person sitting beneath me being the Commander-in-Chief of the Hokkaido Fleet of the Great Japanese Empire. "Wow, that's a sight to behold, you idiot! Have you ever seen anything like this before?"

"Replying to you, sir, this old man hasn't seen anything like it in over ten years."

"Oh, you've seen your own people fighting each other before?" I was slightly surprised.

"I'm sixty years old. What haven't I seen? That battle back then was far more exciting than this one—a son leading his troops against his father."

"Oh? Such a thing exists? Come, tell me your story!"

...

And so, the Supreme Commander of the Hokkaido Fleet of the Great Japanese Empire temporarily became a storyteller. And you know what? My storytelling skills were exceptional; I turned a tragic scene of father and son killing each other into a comedy, making me laugh out loud.

The cannon fire grew fainter and fainter, until finally, they perished together, and the world fell silent.

"Oh, Little Dog. Look at this time, it's not right. Ah, next time, ah, next time. Next time you have to tell me a nicer story. What should I tell you? What else can I tell you? Just tell me about the ugly things your Japanese have done, the inside stories, and so on. Okay, my shoes are dirty. Good boy, wipe them for me with your mouth!"

Little Dog was overjoyed and couldn't help but pick up one of my stinky feet and give it a series of passionate kisses until I threatened him with my life, at which point he reluctantly let go.

"Hmm, Little Dog, I didn't expect that someone over sixty years old could be so good at wiping shoes! Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to wipe them in the future. Come on, let's go receive the surrendered soldiers."

Little Dog was about to stand up after hearing this.

"Hey, little dog, you're being naughty again, aren't you? Standing is tiring, isn't it? Quick, listen to me, lie down! Yes, that's it, on all fours. Come on, follow behind me! Yes, that's it! But I always feel like something's missing from your butt, something feels off."

I looked down thoughtfully, then suddenly looked up and, as if by magic, stuck a long arrow into the little dog's butt! It went right in, drawing blood. "Hey, that's perfect, little dog, you look really good! Okay, okay, I know you must be getting impatient, come on, I'll take you to meet your men."

The results of this battle were as follows:

Enemy killed: 15,500; Those killed in infighting: 22,000; Prisoners captured: 37,700; Weapons, food, and money seized: countless!

In this battle, I personally killed more than 10,000 people, accounting for more than 80% of the enemy killed. From that day on, the name "Demon Slayer" spread throughout Japan. Just how famous was I? I don't know. In short, in the Kabuki theaters of that time, if any woman disobeyed, the madam would threaten her, saying, "If you don't serve customers, I'll send you to the Demon Slayer to be tortured to death."

Clearly, the Demon Slayer's name was even more famous among the common people than the Emperor's. Not knowing the Emperor wouldn't kill you; not knowing the Demon Slayer might mean your demise! Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! It was because of this incident that I later found it difficult to navigate the world of beautiful women in Japan!

Chapter 177: The Dog is Stronger Than Him

After a period of chaos, more than 30,000 Japanese soldiers, captured from fewer than 2,000 men, marched triumphantly and proudly onto the Japanese island under my leadership. Entering the city, we arrived at Yokohama. A small city located not far from the coast.

My dog always did things so reassuringly. After I merely tricked him into taking a powerful tonic, he served me like an obedient dog, afraid that I might do something to anger him and he'd get a "tail" stuck to his backside.

The official system in Japan is not much different from that of our Great Zhou Dynasty in China; they also have governors, though here they are called castle lords. And the castle lord of Yokohama Castle? It's this guy next to me, a man in his sixties who still wants to take a concubine, Koinu Junichiro.

Koinu is really, really opportunistic; as soon as he entered the castle, he said he would bring me his most beautiful wife to enjoy. I cursed inwardly, "Look at your old bones, your wife must be at least fifty, if not sixty? And you want to give her to me?" The thought of sleeping with a dry, withered old woman sent chills down my spine.

"Alright, go ahead! But I must warn you beforehand, Koinu, if anything happens to you if you stray a hundred paces from me, I won't be responsible."

Upon hearing this, Koinu immediately slapped his thin, withered face, professing his loyalty: "This old servant is willing to serve his master for life, and will never leave his master's side." On the way here, he had voluntarily lowered his status and acknowledged me as his master.

"Damn it, wouldn't I be at a huge disadvantage? With you, you old turtle, around, I can't even get my hands dirty at night!"

the little dog said slyly. "Then Master, just give me the antidote, and this old servant will definitely not bother you."

"No need, no need. Hey, why don't you hurry up and bring me your forty-four wives and concubines?" "

This old servant understands. Steward Dongfu, quickly bring all the ladies over!" Koinu said to the steward who came to greet him. I added, "Koinu, you're getting on in years, you must have a few daughters, right?"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of hesitation and anger flashed in Koinu's eyes. Luckily, I have sharp eyes and saw it clearly. The Japanese treat their wives like slaves. Whenever friends come to visit, their wives are treated like slaves, to be abused by their friends. This is the so-called "ancestor of wife-swapping."

Wives are practically commodities, available for anyone to use. But children are different. Although daughters are not favored, what father doesn't love his children? Wives can be given away, but children cannot. Therefore, although Koinu tries his best to please me, even degrading himself to the status of a slave, isn't it all for the sake of killing me one day and becoming the master as soon as possible?

The little dog was always accommodating. When I asked him to bring his daughter to me, he only hesitated for a moment, never more than a second. After a slight pause, the little dog beamed, "Yes, yes, Dongfu, call the young ladies to the hall as well." Then, without waiting for the butler's response, he bowed and led the way, his body trembling slightly.

The butler hesitated, then, seeing that the little dog ignored him, frowned and went to do his business.

"Little dog, what's wrong with you? Is your old epilepsy acting up again?" I said kindly, seeing his trembling body. The little dog shuddered, then stopped trembling instantly, a sly smile on his old face. "No, no, I just accidentally bit my tongue, and it cramped a bit."

I asked with concern, "How could you be so careless? Come, let me see! Hey, little dog, your tongue seems fine."
"Ah? Master, are you seeing things? Please look again." The little dog covered his mouth with one hand, and when he lowered his hand, there was blood at the corner of his mouth. "The bite was under my tongue, and now it's bleeding."

"Alright, alright, Koinu, you're a grown man, don't you watch your tongue?"

Under my scolding, Koinu Junichiro nodded repeatedly, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Seeing the Japanese Navy Minister completely fooled by me, I felt incredibly satisfied.

All the surrendered soldiers were disarmed, and everyone was driven off the warships empty-handed. After replenishing sufficient losses, Kafka ordered all the ships of the Hokkaido Fleet to be scuttled to the bottom of the ocean, 500 meters below the surface. After this battle, the Japanese Navy was completely annihilated, except for the warships that had been looting overseas and hadn't returned! It would take at least ten years for them to recover. But I had no intention of letting them recover.

Those who offend me, though far away, will be punished!

Gu Yibai and the other women respectively coerced Kafka into handling military affairs. Now I have completely realized the superior strategy of "using barbarians to control barbarians" advocated by military strategists throughout the ages. Using the red-haired devils to control the Japanese devils, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! Just thinking about it makes me feel good, so satisfying!

Hmm, anyway, the army doesn't set off until tomorrow, so I'll stay at Xiao Quan's house tonight. After all, they're offering you their wives, you can't refuse their kindness, can you?

Next, I cleared out the hall and left only Xiao Quan and me. Then, the butler brought over a large group of women, colorful and beautiful, all beauties. Big and small, old and young, all kinds, probably no less than a hundred people, almost filling the hall.

I stared in disbelief, my neck stiff as I turned to Xiao Quan and asked, "Xiao Quan, are they all your wives and daughters?"

"Yes, Master!"

"I look at them from every angle, and I don't see a single one of these women who's good enough for your age!"

Xiao Quan chuckled smugly. "Anyone over forty, past their prime, I'll let them die peacefully!"

"Euthanasia? How does that work?"

I regretted asking as soon as I finished, because Xiao Quan gave me a wicked grin and said, "As the name suggests, euthanasia is dying peacefully!"

"Damn it, I didn't hire you to be my tutor. Do you think I don't understand such basic grammar?" I kicked him, and Xiao Quan's strength vanished, leaving him without a trace of internal energy. He collapsed like a scoundrel at a woman's feet. The women seemed to see the sun rise in the west, staring dumbfounded at their husband and father who couldn't get up for what felt like an eternity. Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"Cough cough!" Koinu spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped it with his sleeve, and scrambled back to my side, prostrating himself on the ground. "Hey, it was my fault, it was my fault!"

I was wondering why all the houses in Japanese homes had wooden floors. Apparently, the Japanese are all slaves, afraid of hurting their heads while kowtowing. So, for safety, all the floors are made of wood, so it won't hurt when they kowtow!

"Alright, Koinu, stop pretending. Let's continue what we were saying!" Then I crossed my legs, picked up a cup of tea, and listened with relish to the Navy Minister's explanation.

"Yes, Master, there are many ways to perform euthanasia. What I did with my wives was to have ten or eight men rape them to death!" Koinu said with a smile.

"Pfft—" I sprayed a mouthful of tea all over Koinu's face and head. "Kinu, you really are a fucking bastard!"

Chapter 178 Adultery of Another Man's Wife and Daughter (Part 1)

Koinu remained unfazed, licking the tea off his face and praising, "Good tea, good tea!"

I was already defeated by this guy. As a prisoner, there was probably no one else in the world who could act like this. However, on the other hand, Koinu Junichiro was truly cunning. No wonder someone like him could hold such a high position. How could someone become the Minister of the Navy be an ordinary person?

"Alright, Koinu, stop acting!" I waved my hand impatiently. A trace of melancholy flashed in Koinu Junichiro's eyes. I thought to myself, "I didn't realize this kid was so young, yet so worldly-wise." This time, being captured, he was probably in serious trouble. Slightly disappointed, he said, "If Master doesn't like to listen, then let's watch a show. My wives and concubines are first-rate in singing and

dancing. Although they can't compare to those in the Central Plains, they're not far off." "Oh? Singing and dancing? I've never seen this before. You know, I'm a busy man, always on the go. Quick, quick, tell them to sing and dance!"

Koinu hurriedly ordered the group of beauties, young and old. Forty-four beauties sang and danced, clearly well-trained. This was probably not their first time participating in such a scene.

Japanese dances are nothing more than flicking sleeves, twisting waists, and swaying hips—the kind that makes one drowsy and utterly boring. The best of these women are only of above-average looks. How could someone like me, who has seen all the beauties in the world, possibly catch my eye? It's just that the women of the Yamato people are different from those of the Central Plains; they seem utterly submissive and incredibly docile.

Seeing my lack of interest, the little dog quickly handed me a long pipe, saying, "Master, would you like to try this 'divine smoke' from India?"

"Divine smoke? What's that?" I picked up the nearly three-foot-long pipe, examining it closely. The little dog's face lit up with a glint of malice, saying, "Master, this is a real treat! One puff and you're

in heaven, two puffs and you're better than a living god!" I asked warily, "Little dog, it's not poisonous, is it?" The little dog was greatly embarrassed, kneeling on the ground in fear, trembling as he said, "Master, my life is in your hands, how could I dare harm you? If you don't believe me, let me give you a puff!" As he spoke, he was already puffing on the lit pipe with relish.

As the saying goes, one should not have the heart to harm others, but one must be wary of others. I held my breath as soon as the pipe started smoking. The little dog puffed away with a satisfying hiss, enjoying it more and more. A blissful expression spread across his face, and he smoked more and more. He had only said he would take one puff, but he ended up taking dozens. If I hadn't reminded him, he probably would have closed his eyes and kept smoking.

Seeing his blissful, addicted expression, I became even more suspicious: "Little Dog, you'd better tell me honestly, is this 'divine smoke' poisonous or not?" Little Dog was still savoring the blissful feeling from before, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. "Master, what did you say?"

I had no choice but to repeat myself.

Little Dog shouted, "Absolutely not poisonous, Master, but it's addictive. However, compared to the enjoyment of smoking, the addiction is absolutely worth it." I shook my head vigorously. I already had a major addiction, and I was almost a collector of beautiful women. If I had another one like this, how could I survive?

Little Dog's face fell, knowing that one of my seduction plans had failed, and he hurriedly said, "Master, which of my wives, concubines, and daughters do you fancy? Take your pick, their skills are quite good!" He grinned lewdly.

I said, "Hmm, all quite nice, from all age groups. From seven or eight to nine, to thirty or forty, Little Dog, you're quite the ladies' man!" Little Dog chuckled, "So-so!" "

But Little Dog, you're over sixty now. From now on, I'll take care of all your women and daughters! Looking at your frame, you must be exhausted by now!"

Little Dog's face changed color, but he quickly recovered and said he was honored.

"Then what are you still doing here? Get out of here! Oh, and close the doors and windows, and tell the maids to bring some bedding to spread on the floor. I'm going to have a no-holds-barred party tonight, and I'll be the only man here."

Little Dog obeyed and went to the door, but suddenly he felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground, motionless. His mind was still clear, but his mouth was too weak to open, and he was so flustered that he couldn't speak for a long time. The steward tried to help him up, but he couldn't get close to him at all, as if he was blocked by an invisible wall.

My voice came from behind, "Go down, he's alright!" Two red-haired men stepped out and dragged the steward away. I had arranged for Tang Shi to search the house and inventory Koinu's possessions. The main hall door slowly closed, and Koinu could only watch helplessly as his wife and daughters were raped. A moment later, he saw his sons and daughters-in-law being captured by the red-haired men and locked in two rooms next to the main hall.

Soon, a piercing scream came from the room where his sons were imprisoned.

Koinu's eyes widened in horror, tears streaming down his face, unable to cry or scream. He finally understood that his life was over; the other side would never let him go. As dusk fell and the streetlights came on, the sounds of a woman's moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, drifted from inside. Koinu was shocked to discover that he could no longer get an erection. This startling discovery was far more devastating than the death of his son. Had Koinu lived all this time just to satisfy that thing beneath him?

Koinu, the simpleton, was utterly heartbroken, his heart sinking ever deeper. The temperature dropped lower and lower, and so did his body temperature. He didn't know how long he'd listened to the sounds of spring, but just as the little dog was about to lose consciousness, he seemed to see a tall figure walking towards Guan's daughter-in-law's room.

The little dog's head lolled to the side, and he fell into a permanent coma.

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There were more than a hundred beautiful women of all ages inside the room

. To my surprise, none of these women, regardless of age, resisted me. Only a little girl of about seven or eight years old huddled in her young mother's arms, sobbing softly in fear.

In truth, they were also a pitiful group. But I had my reasons for doing this:

First, during the daytime sea battle, I had depleted more than half of my internal energy. If I didn't use the Nine Heavens Subduing Women Technique to replenish my yang energy, I feared that even a week of meditation wouldn't be enough to recover. With such strength, how could I intimidate those unruly red-haired devils? How could I cope with the impending Japanese counterattack? And what right did I have to rescue Ming Yu'er and the others who were trapped?

Second, the Japanese pirates have repeatedly ravaged the people of my Great Zhou, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities. Koizumi Junichiro can be considered the leader of this group of damned Japanese pirates. To avenge the people, my defilement of his wives and daughters

can be seen as acting on behalf of Heaven. Thinking this way, with two excellent reasons, I could face these beauties with a clear conscience.

"Alright, a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, all of you take off your clothes and get into bed." I pointed to the bedding laid out on the floor; the entire floor was already covered with bedding, enough to sleep a hundred or so people.

The women didn't move, clearly not understanding what I was saying. "What? Oh, I forgot, you don't understand!" I slapped my forehead; how could

I have forgotten this? I got up and walked to the most voluptuous woman, pulling her into my arms and roughly kneading her full, high breasts. Unexpectedly, her body beneath the kimono was even more voluptuous. The women, seeing this, immediately understood what I was trying to do. This scene was nothing new to them, as wives and concubines. The women immediately stripped naked, completely undressing. A hundred or so naked bodies shone brightly in the room. A single black dot amidst a sea of white sand—the perfect description of the scene. Some were even completely celibate.

The daughters present were all unmarried, young, and inexperienced, somewhat shy. But their mothers had told them they were now the captives of this enormous man. If they didn't serve him well, they might lose their lives. For the sake of their lives, they would consider themselves bitten by a dog and endure it. The greatest quality of the Yamato people is: forbearance! Even if it's plagiarized from the Chinese!

No wonder they say the Japanese are a nation of dwarfs; the ancients were right. Look at these hundred or so women—is there a single one taller than 1.6 meters? Any one of my wives is taller than them. But this certainly satisfied my male ego. Think about it, I'm two meters tall; in their presence, I'm a giant. Facing the weak only fueled my boundless lust.

The woman in my arms, unable to withstand the aphrodisiac power of my inner energy, was already aroused, her body a wet mess. Without even taking off my clothes, I pulled out my enormous member, spread her short legs, and with a whoosh, thrust inside. The woman screamed, startling me; I'd already stretched her taut. Looking down, I saw—damn, I'd swallowed half of my penis. Aside from the tightness, there wasn't a single tear.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I didn't expect you to be so capable despite your small stature!" I sincerely praised.

The woman's eyes were languid, her brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured, "Godfather, good luck!" (Japanese: Go for it!)

"Damn it, who's your godfather? I don't have a daughter as slutty as you! If my daughter were like you in the future, I'd chop her up alive!" I cursed as I thrust into the woman beneath me. After only thirty or forty thrusts, the woman screamed, her skin turning red, and a surge of energy shot into my dantian, which I absorbed.

"Damn, so little yin energy? I could fuck you a thousand times and still not recover my power!" I ruthlessly tossed the woman aside, but being kind-hearted, I also threw a blanket over her. Right now, my lust was raging. Although those virgins must have plenty of yin energy, in my current terrifying state, I was afraid I would kill those inexperienced virgins. To avoid committing more bloodshed, I had no choice but to extend my reach to my dog's wives and concubines.

A woman nearing forty, still possessing considerable charm, nestled into my arms. Before I could even make a move, she started touching and rubbing me. "Damn, you look like you haven't had sex in a long time, right? What? Can't stand the loneliness?" The beautiful woman didn't understand what I was saying, only urging me to finish quickly with her actions. Behind her, however, a pretty woman with delicate features looked surprised.

I reached out and touched her; good heavens, she was soaking wet. "Alright, seeing how pitiful you are, I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied tonight!" I chuckled and thrust into her, immediately launching into a flurry of rapid, forceful thrusts. The beautiful woman instantly became aroused, babbling incoherently, gesturing wildly with her hands and feet. In less than five minutes, she was just like the previous woman, limp and lifeless.

"Damn," I cursed under my breath. How much time was being wasted at this rate? I immediately divided the remaining forty-two of my concubines into two groups. One group lined up in a long row, each woman on all fours, her buttocks raised high, assuming the doggy-style position. I pounced on them, thrusting in and out from left to right. With my superhuman speed, I sent this group to heaven in less than half an hour.

Another group, in groups of three, stacked on top of each other, one on top of the other's back, also in a doggy-style arrangement with three holes above and below. This move, called "Dragon City Triple Wave," was the most time-saving and energy-efficient. In no time, all forty-four beauties were on the ground, having been fucked by me.

Hmm, not bad. Although they were no longer virgins, their yin energy was still plentiful, likely due to long-term pampering. After a fierce onslaught, my internal energy had recovered about ten percent.

Alright, I turned my gun and walked towards the virgins huddled together with their blankets. These sixty-six girls ranged in age from under twenty to under ten. Fortunately, I had no psychological burden, constantly reminding myself that I was just a fourteen-year-old child. No mercy, no mercy, because right now I was just a devil. Since I was a devil, I should act according to my desires, and not let ethics or morality control my actions.

Thinking this way, I felt quite comforted, and naturally grabbed the prettiest girl. "Don't touch my daughter!" a Chinese voice suddenly came from behind. I turned my head and saw a pretty woman, exhausted from my earlier encounter, now crawling towards me on all fours.

I held the girl's small breasts tightly, surprised, and asked the woman, "How do you speak Mandarin?" She didn't answer, only saying, "Please, don't do that to my daughter!"

Slightly curious, I gently released her. The girl, freed from my grasp, rushed to her mother, "Mama!" The two embraced tightly. "Hey, you haven't answered my question yet!" I was annoyed at being ignored. Did they have a problem with their captives?

The woman trembled, quickly crawling to my side and kowtowing repeatedly, "Great hero, please, spare my daughter! She doesn't understand anything, she's never done anything wrong since she was little, please!"

"Answer my question first!"

"Oh, I am also from the Great Zhou!" the woman said, her words utterly shocking. "You're also from the Great Zhou? No wonder you can speak Mandarin," I said. "Then how did you become Koizumi Junichiro's wife? And give birth to such a beautiful daughter?" I was puzzled. With Koizumi's appearance, how could he possibly have such a beautiful daughter? She has exceptional beauty. She's prettier than Koizumi's other daughters.

"My maiden name is Zhou Wan Niang. My family has lived on the coast of Zhejiang for generations. Twenty years ago, I was tricked into going to Japan and sold to Koizumi as a concubine. Only Koizumi knows I'm from the Great Zhou. I don't talk much usually, and after I learned Japanese, I was always afraid of being looked down upon. So even my daughter, Xiao Mei, doesn't know I'm from the Great Zhou." Zhou Wan Niang kowtowed with each sentence, tears streaming down her face, a sight that moved anyone to pity.

I said, "Oh, why didn't you say so earlier? Otherwise, I wouldn't have treated you like that!" Zhou Wan Niang sighed softly, "Xiao Quan is not human at all. Whenever a distinguished guest comes, he orders us wives and concubines to serve outsiders. If we don't comply, we'll either go hungry or be beaten, or sold into a brothel. I had no choice! Today, the steward said Xiao Quan was captured and he wants to offer us to you. I saw your fierce face and thought you weren't a good person either. So..."

Zhou Wan Niang blushed, quite embarrassed.

I would never be polite to the Japanese. But Zhou Wan Niang and her daughter both had dragon blood, so it wouldn't be kind of me to harm her daughter, Xiao Mei. "Alright, I won't do anything to Xiao Mei. You can rest assured."

Xiao Mei was confused; she didn't understand why her mother could talk to this lecherous demon. She was terrified of this devil; he had already defeated forty-four mothers, but he hadn't fallen yet. Seeing the still towering, enormous thing, Xiaomei blushed for no reason. A moment later, her mother seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the devil, pulling her to a corner of the room and burrowing into the covers. She said to her mother in Japanese,

"Mother, you can't sell your body and soul to this devil! You'll be cast into the deepest hell after you die." Xiaomei had heard many stories about devils; these stories often said that those who dealt with devils would be enslaved by them for life. Xiaomei didn't want to see her mother suffer endless pain because of her.

Zhou Wan Niang was deeply moved: "Daughter, you've grown up and know how to care for your mother. Don't be afraid, that man isn't too quick yet. He's already promised me he won't harm you." Xiao Mei was overjoyed: "Really? Mother? He really won't poke me with that big stick?"

Zhou Wan Niang smiled gently, lovingly stroking her daughter's black hair. "Xiao Mei, don't be afraid. Actually, I'm from the Great Zhou Dynasty. So I can speak Chinese. I begged him just now, and he doesn't seem like the type to go back on his word

. He shouldn't force you to have sex." Xiao Mei was overjoyed and no longer cared whether her mother was Japanese or not. She had hated her father and all Japanese men since she was little. Hearing that the Great Zhou was a land of etiquette, she felt a longing for it. Although this devil had harmed her mother today, leaving her powerless, she had checked her mother's body and found no injury whatsoever. Her mother's brows even showed a deep desire, clearly quite satisfied. "That's wonderful, Mother! You must be tired, you should go to sleep first." The dutiful daughter helped her mother to bed.

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