Chapter 420: The Rising Sun That Ended
Thunderclap!
Lightning illuminated two figures standing in the wind and rain waves, and time froze here.
After this knife, Ye Fan didn't make any moves.
The brightness of the lightning stirred up a bright red in the field of vision, but it was only this light sensitivity, and Miyamoto Nobunaga raised his miserable face, and the pupils of his eyes silently flowed bloody black lines.
He was defeated, and even if he didn't die, he couldn't get back the win.
If you are blind, how can you fight again?
Miyamoto Nobunaga stood with his head held high, as if he could still see the appearance and expression of his opponent.
The waves crashed against him, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He glanced down at the long light in his hand, but he could no longer see its glorious sun, and the knife in his hand was still the same knife, but it was blurred, and it seemed to be moving away from him.
I don't know why, countless memories and countless fragments of this life all come to mind at this moment.
Is it because of the attachment before death?
A smile tugged at the corner of Nobunaga's blood-dripping mouth.
Those ambitions, those ambitions, all disappeared with this wry smile.
The force that he had pursued all his life drew an end in front of this young opponent.
If you think about it, you have lived in this world for more than a century, and this life is worth it.
Peng –
The broken samurai clothes on his body all exploded, Miyamoto Nobunaga's frantic long hair was like magic like snow, and his strong muscles burst out with super strength, he was like a raging flame, burning remnant sun, waving the long light in his hand, and even people with knives rose into the air!
The waves are rushing and cheering at the feet, and the figure that jumps to the highest point falls wildly with a bright meteor!
Rumble!
Chopping waves, like a dragon in the sea!
It's just a pity that this dragon is blind.
The sharp pain in his back made his face full of pain and madness, and his muscles trembled wantonly!
In the waves of silver light, a touch of blood was sprinkled, and then it spurted endlessly.
"Ahh
The fountain of blood erupting from his back, like a candle burning to the end, piled up in a pool of red and trickled down his torso......
The one-eyed, blinded by blood, seemed to see the bombing of the full Mongolian train, the earth-shattering explosion of Pearl Harbor, and the killing in the jungles of India and Burma......
Bang - he fell on his back, submerged in the mud and sand.
There was no smoke or corpses in his field of vision, only his soldiers shouted long live to the east, and on his head there was only the emperor who would live forever......
A generation of legends is still buried in the mud and sand of history after all.
The guardian of Japan died under the knife of the Chinese man.
Standing on the tidal flat where the waves were lapping, Ye Fan stood silently against the wind, gasping for breath, letting the rain fall into his mouth, and the wind cut his skin and stabbed on the scratches left by the blades.
At this point, the Miyamoto family has completely come to an end, right?
The ambitions, the hubris, the killings and the conspiracy, have finally come to an end.
The long light falling into the sea heralds the end of an era.
Dragging two giant knives, Ye Fan moved away from the beach with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
After a few steps, his crumbling body fell into a pile of soaked sand.
In this battle, all his physical strength was exhausted, and he was not made of iron.
"Ye Fan!"
"Come on......"
A few anxious cries rang in his ears, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a satisfied smile, and his weak eyelids closed.
I'll leave the rest to them! I'm too tired, it's time to rest.
Time passed quietly, and Typhoon Capricorn swept away from the Japanese island and into the northeastern region of Siberia, and the sky was clear in the early morning in Tokyo.
In the corridor of the hospital, two figures looked quietly into the ward through the glass window.
The pale cheeks were covered with oxygen masks, and several potion bottles were hanging high above their heads, slowly dripping the nutrient solution.
"Fortunately, the rescue was ...... in time," Po Jun smiled faintly.
"Thank you. ”
God has eyes, Xiao Wushuang is still alive, but her injuries are very serious, and she will need to recuperate for at least a month to recover.
"You're welcome, you're in my hands. The woman glanced back at his face and turned to move down the hallway.
Ye Fan smiled lightly again, looked back and asked softly, "What arrangements do you have?"
The broken army's lambskin boots paused slightly, turned their backs to him and said, "Tomorrow evening, I will leave Japan on a Monaco cruise." You've got one more night to splurge freely. ”
To make such a mess in Tokyo, whether he wants to or not, he must leave, and the task of breaking the army is to take Ye Fan away from Japan safely.
Beidou dispatched a general again for him, which shows that the country's leadership attaches great importance to him.
The emperor abdicated, Ono resigned, the Keikoku Shrine collapsed, and Yagyu Eleven, Miyachino Yang, and Miyamoto Nobunaga all died at his hands, and the whole of Japan had fallen into a political vacuum, and militarism was once again stifled, and there was no need to stay any longer.
Yamashita Fumi's recital to Emperor Showa no longer had to be made public, and it was time to retire.
At the Tokyo Imperial Palace, the succession ceremony of Emperor Tokuyasu was held as scheduled, and the weather was sunny and rainy, which was a good sign.
All members of the royal family were present to watch the ceremony, including Akihito, who abeded, Rimo, the only princess in Japan, and those members of parliament in suits and leather shoes, and invited royal families and leaders from all over the world......
Dekang, who was dressed in imperial robes, wore a high crown on his head, held a jade wat in his hand, and wore a crown, surrounded by a solemn-faced and strangely dressed ceremonial officials in front of and behind him, and slowly and reservedly walked up to his high platform.
Hundreds of officials stood up to congratulate, fireworks and firecrackers rang out, and the throne that Dekang dreamed of was finally secured.
He was well-groomed, proud, holding the Emperor's enthronement decree in his hand, and he ascended to preach in the midst of countless admiration and reverence, reciting aloud his vision, his ambition, and his love for his people and Japan......
Emperor Tokuyasu, whose era name is "Heiwa", continues the glory of his grandfather, and he will lead Japan with confidence into a new era.
In today's Tokyo, because of the emperor's enthronement ceremony, those gloom and sorrow are deliberately avoided and buried deep in the bottom of their hearts.
This nation's ability to forbear has always surpassed ordinary people.
When the enthronement ceremony finally came to an end, Emperor Tokuyasu stepped down from the podium to greet the dignitaries, relatives, friends, and guests, and he walked out of the palace and waved to greet the enthusiastic people.
Bang!
A criminal gunfire without warning shocked countless eyeballs and ears, stunned the whole of Japan, and shocked the whole world!
Dekang covered his heart and fell into the arms of the courtiers, and the murderer who shot him looked evil and crazy, dancing with his hands, celebrating his success and rebirth......
The two figures standing against the sea breeze have been standing quietly for a long time.
The woman snuggles up to the side of the man's arm, infinitely attached.
"Ye Fanjun, when will you come to Japan again?" Tachibana Lisha murmured softly, the wind blowing her hair, and she was confused.
Ye Fan smiled intently: "When the world forgets me, or, when there is really no more hatred and crime here......"
"I know, Risha will work hard!" The woman heard the footsteps behind her, and waved her hand with a smile: "Concubine Ma!"
Concubine Hojo was in a hurry, slightly anxious, as if something big had happened.
Ye Fan turned around and said with a smile: "Is it about Dekang?"
He seemed to be an unpredictable prophet, which surprised Concubine Hojo, and nodded and replied, "Yes, Young Master Ye, Dekang was assassinated at the enthronement ceremony. ”
"Oh. Ye Fan showed a natural smile, hugged the two girls from left to right, and walked towards the living room of the villa.
Tachibana Pear Yarn and Hojo Mafei looked at each other and exchanged glances, could this be...... What did he do?
The Tokyo sun casts warmth behind them.
Dekang had the honor of becoming the shortest-lived emperor in the history of the Japanese imperial family, and the news came, and the whole country mourned!
This black August seems to confirm the era of 68 years ago, when there was no light of day, the nuclear bombing of Hiroshima, the defeat and surrender, and the Tokyo Trial...... Today, the history is strikingly similar, and one tragedy after another weighs on the whole of Japan.
This is the reproduction and continuation of history, in a unique way, once again warning those ambitious war maniacs, shocking all evil!
The trip to Tokyo was finally completed, and the only thing owed was a few love debts.
"Young Master Ye, what you promised Concubine Ma ......" On the terrace at night, Concubine Hojo was lying on the white and comfortable sun lounger with a wine glass, her eyes burning, and she bit her red lips.
Ye Fan put his hands behind his head and said with a smile: "If I say next time, you will not treat me as a liar." ”
The woman's eyes darkened slightly, and the look of disappointment filled the air, and she muttered: "Concubine Ma doesn't dare to ......"
"Concubine Ma, in fact, I have long regarded you as my own people, regardless of nationality or nationality, you and Risa, Fangzi, and Yumi are all my women. Ye Fan looked at the starry sky and said softly: "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?
Concubine Hojo shook her head, put down the goblet, got up and sighed: "Young Master Ye, if you don't even have it overnight, how can you last forever?"