The artillery fire made the streets bumpy.

The strong smell of gunpowder made Zheng Zhong take a few deep breaths in obsession.

This is the breath of victory.

The officers and soldiers had already begun to supervise the surrendered Japanese and cleared the collapsed ruins on both sides of the street.

The surrendered Japanese were very gentle, especially after the only warriors were torn to pieces by artillery fire.

"Taisun said that everything on the surface of this race is disguise. Their so-called etiquette, civilization, and system are just a cover of their savage hyenas." The general political commissar of Xunyin Squadron followed Zheng Zhong with a young cheek and said in a low voice.

"Hurry! Move faster!"

"Before dark today, all the ruins must be cleaned!"

“…”

In a large ruin next to it, the officers and soldiers in the army who were proficient in Japanese language were loudly scolding the Japanese present.

There was some water in the ruins, and countless broken corpses were soaked in sewage.

Those surviving Japanese, both men and women, were involved in this dirty blood and tried hard to bring their previously alive tribes.

In the distance, there were piles of ruins and corpses burning in the clearing ground at the lower vent.

Hearing the urging of Ming soldiers, these people quickly accelerated their actions.

Several Japanese women were already unstable and accidentally fell into blood.

Before they could worry about cleanliness, these people hurriedly got up in panic and continued their previous work.

Zheng Zhong frowned slightly, feeling that this was not good.

These people can't even speak the Ming Dynasty!

He reminded: "Tell these people to speak the Ming Dynasty's official language! At least, they can hear the Ming Dynasty's official language!"

The political commissar nodded, signaling the military to bypass a puddle, and spoke: "The plan to eliminate the civilization of the Japanese island has begun to be implemented. Banning text, language, modifying history, civilization, restricting fertility, and stairs to reduce population will be the most priority for the political commissar."

Zheng Zhong stopped a little, looked down and asked, "Did the grandson decide?"

The political commissar glanced at the Japanese people who were still shrouded in fear: "We can't really kill all the Japanese people at once. Even if we can do it, the court would definitely not let us do this if we know..."

"A bunch of hypocritical benevolence, righteousness and morality!" Zheng Zhong sneered and said disdainfully.

The political commissar smiled bitterly: "This is a helpless move. We must live under the rules. If there are no rules, everything will no longer exist."

Zheng Zhong sneered: "This is what the Taisun taught you? I originally thought that you so-called political commissars were the people who were placed in the army by the Taisun, but now it seems that what I thought was wrong at the beginning..."

The political commissar nodded: "There will not be a large-scale extinction in Japan. At least... it will not be on the surface. But we will implement a stricter control and reduction plan here than in southern Xinjiang..."

In the distance, a small flag was gently greeting a lazy Japanese man with a long whip in his hand.

The Japanese around him were so scared that they quickly lowered their heads and worked hard on what they were doing.

Zheng Zhong nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the young political commissar who was about to partner with him for a long time: "Let our family do these things..."

The political commissar was a little puzzled and explained: "This is the order of the grandson."

Zheng Zhong rolled his eyes and reached out to pat the political commissar's head, "We are still a bunch of disciples in the palace. We can't help but support them! We look like we have to be together for a long time, so you can't help but give this face, right?"

This is to commit favoritism and fraud!

The political commissar suddenly became anxious and stared at the military supervisor.

It seems that as long as Zheng Zhong persists, he will be able to undress Zheng Zhong’s power here on the spot.

Bang.

Another light sound came from the back of the political commissar's head.

This time, it is heavier than what Zheng Zhong just photographed.

It almost made the political commissar stagger.

I saw a young man wearing the East China Sea Fleet military uniform and a ginseng nameplate hanging on his chest, and appeared behind the political commissar with some people.

"Mr. Supervisor is for your good boy. Are you thinking about it?" The staff officer curled his lips and mocked him.

The political commissar, who obviously hadn't yet understood the reason, continued to say in a daze: "Why?"

"For..." The staff officer was anxious, but finally stopped talking, with a smell of rotten wood in his eyes.

Zheng Zhong smiled beside him and patted the political commissar on the shoulder: "Our family has no eggs, so it's okay to do such a life-saving thing. You are still young, killing people and setting fires on the battlefield, and it's okay no matter what you do. But this kind of thing... I'll turn around and wait for the grandson to come, and our family will talk to the grandson..."

The political commissar opened his mouth.

Obviously, he didn't think of this reason.

Looking back now, I already like the military supervisor who calls himself "I'm a man" on weekdays, and it seems that I have just used the self-proclaim "Our family" again.

The young man couldn't hide his thoughts on his face, and his expression was a little volatile.

Zheng Zhong pushed the young man: "Go and place the officers and soldiers quickly and build a camp. We will set out to find the silver mine tomorrow!"

...

The dew fell down from the branches.

Hit on a person's head, face, and shoulders.

The breeze is a little cool.

A team of more than a hundred people was walking on the densely wooded mountain path on this morning full of dew.

This was the first time that the Ming Dynasty was conducting a mission to find mineral deposits on the island of Japan, and Zheng Zhong was unwilling to participate.

However, I have been leaving for a whole morning, and now the entire team is not in front of the village and behind the village. Apart from the continuous mountains, there are endless trees around me.

Silver mine?

There are not even bigger stones here!

The Japanese who led the way in front have changed three times.

This made Zheng Zhong very uncomfortable, feeling that these damn Japanese people were wasting their time and hindering the Ming Dynasty's pace of conquering the world.

The grandson must be here.

Even, he would inspect the East China Sea Fleet's headquarters before he was the first to come here.

The mineral deposits on the island of Japan are what the grandson attaches most importance to.

And the Japanese here are just a tool of production.

At least, in the ruling plan against the island of Japan, Zheng Zhongshi could not find any better alternative words.

In such a forest, Zheng Zhong could no longer tell how long he had been walking, and where was the silver mine.

Last night, the officers and soldiers had already conducted a surprise investigation and interrogated all the surviving Japanese people in the towns over the bay.

The news is true.

In recent years, many people have found gold and silver ore exposed to the ground in the mountains for various reasons.

However, no one can be sure where those deposits containing wealth are located.

"Sir, there is no way ahead..."

Just when Zheng Zhong was thinking that he must find the silver mine before Taisun arrived, the officers and soldiers in front of the team had already arrived and reported this very bad news.

Zheng Zhong, who had been unable to bear it, had his face changed several times.

He snorted coldly, pushed away the officers and soldiers blocking him, and walked straight to the forefront of the team.

The forest path in front of him was blocked by the shrubs and stones in front of him.

This seems to be the deepest part of this forest.

But Zheng Zhong knew that it was much more than that.

"Did you bring gunpowder?" Zheng Zhong looked at the end of the road in front of him and spoke calmly.

The officers and soldiers standing behind him immediately spoke: "Sir, they all brought gunpowder as required."

Gunpowder is the most familiar thing for the East China Sea Fleet and the Marine Corps.

"Blast! If there is no road, just blow me up a way!"

Zheng Zhong growled, turned around and turned, pointing to the end of the road in front of him.

The officers and soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then a smile of expectation appeared on their faces.

Since going to sea, they have always been the group of gunners in the fleet, showing off every day how many people were killed by one shot and how much destructive the one shot caused.

And these Marine members could only suffer consecutive defeats.

Who made the enemy too incompetent to not even withstand the bombardment of several cannons?

At this time, when they heard this reasonable request from the military supervisor, how could they not be excited?

then……

A few moments.
To be continued...