National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

At noon, the leader of the Japanese islands personally led a charge with elite warriors, wearing animal hide armor, holding long-handled swords, and shouting deafeningly.

Ying Zheng shouted loudly, and used the Tai'a Sword to its full potential. The black crown tassels danced wildly in the wind like torn silk.

The power of national destiny that Su Mohui had secretly cultivated for several months was turning into invisible golden ripples circling above the battlefield, and eventually poured into the Taia Sword like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

In an instant, the sword burst out with dazzling light, as if the sun had fallen to the ground, illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day.

The emperor strode forward, each step seeming to shatter the very air. The Taia Sword, wrapped in the force of thunder, split the enemy formations, blood mist splattering wherever it passed, and the sharp sword energy shredded bamboo spears and rattan shields into dust.

The screams of the Japanese pirates and the sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined, and the power of national destiny lingering around Ying Zheng turned into the shadow of a black bird, and several people flew out backwards as it flapped its wings.

"The Qin Empire will surely win! Long live His Majesty!" The shouts of fifty thousand soldiers shook the sea waves.

Meng Tian and his personal guards followed closely behind, their modified ring-handled swords drawing deadly arcs in the sunlight. Su Mohui, wielding his own modified triangular crossbow, pierced the air from behind, reaping the enemy's lives with precision.

The entire battlefield was drenched in blood, but under the figure of Ying Zheng wielding his sword, the unrivaled majesty of the Qin Dynasty was demonstrated.

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The salty sea breeze carried gunpowder smoke, dyeing the Japanese island into a bloody sunset.

This battle to wipe out Japan ended in just three days!

When the tide receded, the beach was covered with broken corals, glowing red in the sunset, as if even the earth was weeping for this crushing conquest.

Ying Zheng led Meng Tian into the indigenous tribe's sacrificial site, stepping on the broken corals. As his black combat boots rolled over the clotted blood, Su Mohui's eyes narrowed slightly.

The cinnabar stained on the soles of the emperor's boots matched perfectly with the "Xu Fu landing point" she marked on the map. It seemed that everything was destined.

The toppled totem pole on the altar was still emitting smoke, and the prayer cloth wrapped around the broken part was soaked in blood, fluttering in the sea breeze.

By the time the third full moon rose, the remaining natives had lost their last shred of resistance. Covered in blood, they trembled and fell beneath the Great Qin Black Bird war banner, resignedly collecting the bodies strewn across the beach.

The crackling of the unburned bamboo spears in the bonfire, mixed with the wailing carried by the sea breeze, played the elegy of the defeated.

Ying Zheng stood on the high platform of the sacrificial site, the twelve-tasseled crown fluttering wildly in the night wind, and his black cloak was covered with scorch marks, which were the marks left by the explosion of the kerosene tank. However, they made the emperor's posture even more majestic.

He slowly raised the Tai'a Sword, pointing the tip directly at the cold moon. His powerful voice pierced the night: "Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, all this is the land of the Great Qin!"

The response of fifty thousand soldiers was like thunder, the sound waves shaking the sea. The startled flocks of seabirds blocked out the moonlight, casting a huge shadow in the sky, as if even living creatures trembled at the might of the Qin army.

In the distance, the battle flags of the Great Qin fleet fluttered in the moonlight, and the armored warships stretched across the sea like a Great Wall of Steel, turning the silver light into a cold and murderous glow.

In this transoceanic battle, the Qin navy crushed Japan with overwhelming force. Improved triangular crossbows, indestructible keel anchors, and meticulously coordinated fire attack tactics all demonstrated the technological dominance of a great power.

The heroic figure of Ying Zheng personally charging into battle, the strategic command of Meng Tian, ​​and the fearless spirit of the Qin soldiers made this victory an eternal legend.

When the Xuanniao battle flag was finally hoisted on the highest peak of the Wa Island, the whole of Japan was shaking.

The sea breeze swept across the newly erected boundary marker, carving the four seal characters "Daqin Dongjiang" into this land. From then on, there was no more Japan in the world!

This was not only a territorial expansion, but also an empire's declaration to the world - wherever the sun and the moon shine, there is the majesty of the Great Qin. This battle that would decide the outcome in three days was destined to become the most significant event in the history of civilization!

At the same time, this battle also marked the beginning of Qin Shi Huang's plan to unify the world.

The salty sea breeze blew the waves onto the beach. Ying Zheng suddenly turned around and looked at Su Mohui with a burning gaze. "I once heard from an alchemist that there is a fairy mountain overseas where the elixir of immortality can be refined?"

As the words fell, Su Mohui heard the dragon roar of the Taia sword at his waist harmonizing with the waves, as if it was also questioning the eternal proposition.

Su Mohui lowered her eyes, covered her eyes and sighed slightly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking her wrist.

Memories of thirty reincarnations surged, and in each time and space, Ying Zheng's obsession with immortality was like a poisoned blade—

She had witnessed Ying Zheng's sudden death from taking elixir in his fifth reincarnation, and had also witnessed his madness in the twenty-seventh reincarnation where he exhausted the national treasury in his pursuit of immortality.

"Your Majesty, there are no fairy mountains overseas," she suddenly raised her eyes, but met the dark fire surging in the emperor's eyes. It was the fighting spirit that had not yet cooled after conquering the Japanese island, burning scarlet in the twilight.

Not far from the beach, the roar of the anchor chain entering the water came from under the deck, startling a group of petrels.

Su Mohui looked at the unhealed burn marks on Ying Zheng's black cloak, and suddenly remembered the shadow of a black bird condensed on the blade by the power of national destiny when he swung his sword to kill the enemy three days ago.

"But immortals did exist in this world," she paused, the sea breeze stirring her hair, "but these immortals were not in the clouds and mist of Penglai, but in..."

Before he finished speaking, the Hetian jade beads on Ying Zheng's crown tassel trembled slightly, and the twelve jade strings poured down like a galaxy, almost touching Su Mohui's eyebrows.

The oppressive power emanating from the emperor was like a beacon fire that never went out on the Guanzhong Plain, startling the circling petrels so much that they let out shrill screams and hurriedly flew over the fleet formation.

The keels of those warships still have traces of ochre mined from Mount Xiao, and every texture tells of the empire's ambition to expand its territory.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng threw back his head and burst into laughter, the sound breaking through the clouds and startling the chimes on the distant ships. This laughter seemed to carry the grandeur of Hangu Pass and the majesty of Xianyang Palace, shaking the waves on the sea.

"Never mind, I should have gotten used to your tricky words."

He flicked his sleeves and turned around, his black cloak rustling, and the twelve-tasseled crown drew a brilliant arc of light behind him. It was a ritual that had symbolized the will of heaven since the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Now, with his steps, it flowed out a breathtaking rhythm in the twilight.

In a twinkle, the emperor's figure disappeared into the brightly lit central military tent. Outside the tent, armored soldiers stood with spears in hand. Their bronze armor, oxidized with chromium salts, shone with a cold green light in the moonlight, as if guarding an era that was about to be rewritten, or like guards walking out of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit, carrying the immortal military spirit of a great country.

Three days later, the court meeting tent was filled with the scent of pine soot, ink and bamboo slips.

Ying Zheng's fingertips slid across the yellowed map. The lines on the map were drawn by countless surveyors across mountains and rivers.

The red brush fell heavily, and the two words "Dong County" were clearly visible on the back of the paper. The ink was smudged, as if this piece of land was to be officially incorporated into the bloodline of the Qin Dynasty.

"A tiny country like this doesn't deserve such a noble title." He suddenly sneered, his eyes flashing with a domineering look that looked down upon the world.