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He was genuinely curious about what the emperor was thinking.
"I am doing this precisely to preserve the ancestral kingdom," the emperor said solemnly. "Since the past, pointless wars have already caused the ancestral kingdom to shed much blood. I do not wish to continue this."
"So, you choose to sacrifice your ally to satisfy the appetite of that country, hoping they will let you go?" Yalin was astonished by this line of thinking. Doesn't this guy understand the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold"?
The emperor remained silent for a moment, then said firmly, "I am willing to atone for my sins with the Lord of Yalin with my death, and I only wish that the Lord of Yalin would spare the land of our ancestors."
"Let the Ancestral Kingdom go?" Yalin glanced at the kneeling warrior, laughing as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "The Ancestral Kingdom no longer exists."
Your illustrious name has already led to the fall of your kingdom!
"How could this be?" The emperor was shocked and wanted to say that Yalin was lying to him.
He only caught a glimpse of the kneeling samurai from the other country out of the corner of his eye, and a flash of insight made him realize the cause and effect. His face turned deathly pale.
No wonder Minister Xuanwu insisted that he bring his troops, repeatedly saying that he wanted to witness the determination of the ancestral nation.
The emperor at the time did not notice anything amiss, but now it seems that this was clearly a scheme to kill two birds with one stone.
"That country is untrustworthy!" The emperor's face turned red as he roared angrily, almost wanting to tear the warrior from that country apart.
During this period, he tolerated the constant provocations from that country, and as a result, many discontented voices within the Ancestor's country were suppressed by him.
They even ordered the people of the ancestral country not to retaliate, or they would be executed on the spot.
All of this is for the peace and tranquility of our ancestral nation.
But now the Ancestral Kingdom has been raided and is completely gone!
Revenge! He will take revenge on that country!
The emperor was both angry and annoyed, and this was the only thought in his mind.
Yalin looked at the emperor with pity.
One look at the thimble and I know he's an idiot.
Forget about political acumen, even his basic thinking ability is so straightforward.
With a brain like that leading a dynasty, it's no wonder the country fell. Why don't you go to Gotham? Batman promises he won't hit you.
"Alright, now take your men and get back home. Don't embarrass yourself here." Seeing that the emperor was on the verge of fainting from anger, Yalin said impatiently.
He was afraid he would be corrupted by being around this idiot.
"You won't punish us?" Despite his anxiety and near fainting, the emperor was still shocked by these words.
“If you can’t reclaim your ancestral kingdom, a daimyo of a vanquished nation doesn’t even deserve my attention. For your father’s sake, I’ll spare you this time.” Yalin narrowed his eyes and said, “Get out of here before I change my mind!”
"The Emperor will never forget your kindness. From now on, the Kingdom of Zu wishes to maintain eternal friendship with the Kingdom of Lin."
The emperor was deeply moved, and his voice choked with emotion.
He must have lost his mind to believe those beasts from that country who betrayed this ally who was as close as a brother.
"I will never let Lin down again," the emperor silently resolved, bowed deeply three times to Yalin, and strode away.
He wants to go back and settle accounts, and take back the country.
Seeing the emperor leave with an air of superiority after being given a pep talk, Yalin's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
If this guy has any offspring, they'll probably be stubborn, inflexible idiots.
"To have such a powerful name, the Ancestor Country must be incredibly unlucky," Yalin remarked, a look of anticipation on his face.
Let them fight, let them fight until they are both exhausted, then he will swallow both countries up.
By then, the population and resources of the three countries will be sufficient for him to implement some of his ideas and gradually advance the development of this era.
Many of Yalin's ideas could not be implemented due to various limitations.
The Kingdom of Lin is still too small.
In the Warring States period, there were hundreds, even thousands, of states like the Land of the Forest. A few hundred or a thousand people could establish a state by occupying a piece of land. Although they were called daimyo, they were essentially no different from village chiefs.
He was utterly fed up with this life of fighting and brawling over the smallest of places.
"Let's develop for a few years first, and then change this chaotic world and completely unify it once we're adults."
Yalin set himself a small goal.
......
In the blink of an eye, the sun rose three times. Yalin stayed in the blacksmith's shop with several craftsmen, preparing to produce gunpowder. As the saying goes, "one part saltpeter, two parts sulfur, three parts charcoal," the production process of this stuff is not complicated.
In the military sphere, it would be a game-changer for this backward era.
"Good news, good news, Lord Yalin."
At that moment, Murakami Takashi rushed over with a joyful expression and handed Yalin the news report.
Yalin wiped the dust off his face, looked at the information coming from the front lines, and couldn't help but laugh.
After the emperor led his troops back, a fierce battle ensued with that country. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and ultimately, the unfortunate emperor was killed by an arrow that struck his eye socket, and the ancestral country was completely wiped out from history.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it."
Yalin was truly at a loss for words; the emperor's exit was far too hasty.
However, now that the other party is dead, it's time for me to make my appearance.
He looked at Murakami Takashi: "Gather the troops and send them to attack that country."
Remember, the people of the Ancestral Kingdom must know this. We, the Forest Kingdom, as loyal allies, not only forgave the Ancestral Kingdom's betrayal, but also repaid evil with good, avenging the Emperor.
Seeing Murakami Takashi's confused expression, Yalin emphasized the word "revenge".
"Yes!" After thinking for a few seconds, Murakami Takashi's eyes lit up and he hurriedly left.
Yalin nodded slightly. With this strong declaration, the resistance to the Lin Kingdom taking over the territory of the Zu Kingdom would be much smaller.
The emperor deserved to die; without an heir, his allies could only lick the spoils with tears in their eyes.
Volume 1: Chapter 17: Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Seven days later, Yalin sat in the main seat of the Daimyo's residence in the other country, looking down at the kneeling Daimyo and his ministers.
"From this day forward, there will be no more 'that country,' and this place will be ruled by the Kingdom of Guilin. Who agrees, who disagrees?"
The daimyo of that country bowed his head so low it almost touched the ground in submission; hearing this, I almost cried.
After you single-handedly defeated nearly a thousand soldiers, who the hell dares to object?
There may have been some foolish warriors who tried to assassinate the king, but they were all slapped by Yalin and their bones were broken, leaving them dead beyond any hope of survival.
With such a precedent, how could the daimyo and his ministers not behave themselves?
Murakami Takashi and the other six samurai were unsurprised by this scene, and looked at Yalin with a sense of pride.
Even though that country was a large nation with over 12,000 people, it was swept aside without any resistance from Lord Yalin, who was the incarnation of a god.
Even the most skilled swordsmen or the most elite warriors, who have cultivated for decades, are nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs in his presence.
Murakami Takashi and the others had no doubt that if Lord Arin had any ideas, the territory of the Forest Kingdom would continue to expand, and even the top countries would not be able to stop him until Lord Arin thought it was enough.
They will follow Lord Yalin and witness him become a legend of this era, perhaps even earning a place in future history books.
Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping, making me want to give my life for it.
"Takashi, you'll be in charge of recruiting the samurai and foot soldiers from that country," Yalin said calmly, looking at Murakami Takashi. "If there's any fierce resistance, just kill them."
Yalin understood the principle that "a kind heart cannot command an army."
"As for you, if you can actively cooperate with the Kingdom of Lin and win back the hearts of the people here as soon as possible, I will at least not punish those who are capable, even if I don't restore you to your original positions," Yalin said, looking at the kneeling ministers, offering them a very generous promise.
After all, the Lin Kingdom was too small before; you can't get fat overnight.
Furthermore, with all the talented individuals having fled after the failed attempt to take office as daimyo, the bureaucratic system was on the verge of collapse. Under such circumstances, forcibly taking control would inevitably cause considerable chaos.
It would be better to let these ministers make amends for their past mistakes, and then replace them one by one after Yalin selects enough talented individuals.
"If anyone drags their feet in this process, or intends to rebel, I don't mind sending them to the underworld to accompany Xuanwu."
Yalin looked down at the group of ministers and spoke in a cold tone; no one dared to meet his gaze.
He wasn't joking. Faced with the Demon King's talent of being able to sense emotions, these people's thoughts were laid bare.
If anyone wants to cause trouble, he doesn't mind collecting more negative emotions.
"Yes, Lord Yalin, we will do our duty." The minister named Qinglong boldly raised his head and made the first promise, followed closely by the minister Baihu.
With these two setting an example, the other ministers followed suit and pledged their loyalty to the young daimyo before them.
As for why there is no Vermilion Bird?
Yes, that sleazy envoy who went to the Kingdom of Forest and berated Yalin with his foul mouth, and who also colluded with traitors, was Minister Suzaku. He died a terrible death.
When Yalin saw those four names, he was quite surprised, thinking to himself that the other country was truly full of talented people. Could they be the protagonists who were originally supposed to unify this era?
However, looking at the fat man kneeling on the ground and sensing his fear and despair, it didn't seem like it.
That's incredibly incompetent.
But it doesn't matter whether he awakens or not. After all, once he awakens, only one name will shine in this Warring States period, completely overshadowing all other heroes and outstanding figures.
......
The neighboring countries were shocked when the ancestral country and the other country announced their submission to the forest country.
Especially after learning the specific details, other countries found it all surreal.
One person defeats a thousand people, what kind of monster is this?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
At first, all the daimyo were speechless with disbelief, thinking that the person who sent the information had gone mad.
How could such a perverted person exist in this world?
Rumors about divine incarnations are nothing but nonsense.
Some famous names with long histories are even more vaguely clear.
According to ancient legends, the true gods were severely damaged thousands of years ago, almost all of them perished, making it impossible for them to descend to earth.
Well, probably after that strange tree near the Land of Ancestors grew, the activities of the gods greatly decreased, and with the passage of time, it became a legend.