Wishing everyone an annual income of one million

During the Hongwu period, the Wa Country was still in the Sengoku period, divided by warlords.

Among them, the Muromachi shogunate had the greatest power and was the true ruler in name.

Currently, the Wa Country did not have the concept of a king; the Shogun of the Shogunate, Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, was the supreme leader at this time.

It wasn't until Zhu Di, Emperor Taizong of Ming, came to power that Shogun Ashikaga Yoshimitsu accepted the title of 'King'.

At this moment, Shogun Ashikaga Yoshimitsu was leisurely sipping wine.

Suddenly, he felt the ground shake, spilling the wine from his cup.

"Report, Shogun, disaster! Heaven's punishment... Heaven's punishment has descended!"

A soldier rushed in to report, his face deathly pale and filled with terror.

"Heaven's punishment? What heaven's punishment?" Ashikaga Yoshimitsu frowned upon hearing this.

Could it be the earth dragon rolling over?

After all, such things happened frequently in their Wa Country, averaging dozens to nearly a hundred times a year.

During severe ones, countless houses would collapse, leaving countless people homeless.

"It's a meteorite! I just saw with my own eyes something like a meteorite falling from the sky, crashing into the earth, destroying more than half the city, and countless people were instantly turned to ash!"

A meteorite?

Hearing this, Ashikaga Yoshimitsu immediately frowned.

That shouldn't be, right?

Earthquakes and tsunamis were very common here, but meteorites had seemingly never happened before.

"Rumble..."

Just as he was feeling puzzled, another loud explosion reached his ears.

The whole earth shook once again, the loud noise like heavenly thunder, making one's scalp tingle.

"Report!"

At this time, another soldier rushed in, his face full of panic, "Shogun, outside... outside, a giant iron bird has appeared in the sky!"

Iron bird?

What iron bird?

Didn't you just say it was a heaven's punishment meteorite?

How did it become an iron bird?

"Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, get out here!"

At this moment, a thunderous voice echoed from high above, as if a god had descended to the world.

In the city, countless people were terrified and fell to their knees.

When Ashikaga Yoshimitsu went outside and looked up, his scalp went numb.

A massive aerospace aircraft carrier, like a great mountain, hovered in the void, casting a large shadow and invisibly bringing immense pressure.

"There are people up there!"

He peered closely and saw some blurred figures on the deck.

Are they gods?

Otherwise, how could such a huge iron bird fly in the sky?

"Ashikaga Yoshimitsu greets the Exalted Immortal!"

Amidst his terror, he quickly reacted, hurriedly kneeling down, and said with a tone of slight pleasant surprise, "Has the Exalted Immortal come to help our Wa Country?"

"Heh..."

Just as he finished speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang was seen operating the tablet in his hand again, pressing the launch button.

Instantly, as if a shooting star crashed into the earth, it smashed fiercely into a certain part of the city, and the thunderous sound reached their ears again.

This scene terrified Ashikaga Yoshimitsu to the extreme.

"I am the Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang!"

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice spread down again, rolling and echoing in the void.

"The Hongwu Emperor?"

Hearing this name, Ashikaga Yoshimitsu was greatly shocked.

Isn't that the founding emperor of the Great Ming?

Not an immortal?

How is that possible?

Why can they fly in the sky?

Various thoughts flashed through Ashikaga Yoshimitsu's mind, his face filled with horror and fear.

"I give you two choices now. One, die. Two, forever become a vassal state of my Great Ming. The people, items, various resources, and everything on the island will belong to my Great Ming." Zhu Yuanzhang's voice entered his ears again.

Hearing this, Ashikaga Yoshimitsu frowned tightly, remaining silent.

"Boom!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pressed the launch button again. This time, three missiles were fired simultaneously, completely leveling the entire city to the ground.

"I don't have that much patience to wait for you to think. After ten breaths, if you still don't make a choice, I will launch everything at once. Let alone this city, I will level your entire Wa Island to the ground!" Zhu Yuanzhang's voice rolled like thunder, spreading down from high above.

Everyone was horrified, shivering, their faces filled with fear.

Having witnessed those 'heavenly punishments' with their own eyes, at this moment they absolutely did not doubt that this Hongwu Emperor would definitely do what he said, and the other party fully possessed the ability to destroy the entire Wa Island.

This giant iron bird flying in the sky was the best proof.

This was clearly no longer something human power could achieve.

It's a god!

Huaxia actually has the protection of gods!

"I, I... I am willing to submit to the Great Ming!"

Ashikaga Yoshimitsu did not dare to hesitate any longer, his voice trembling.

A great man born between heaven and earth, how could he not understand that a wise man submits to circumstances?

He knew very well that if he dared to resist even the slightest bit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Swish!"

At this time, a large number of figures were seen flying down from the deck.

That was a troop composed of soldiers from the Great Ming and later generations, all holding guns, about a thousand people, sent to the ground by Qin Ning.

"From now on, your Wa Island will be taken over by these people. Everyone from top to bottom, including you, must obey their commands. If you dare to resist in the slightest..."

Saying that, Zhu Yuanzhang picked up a machine gun and aimed it in the direction where Ashikaga Yoshimitsu was.

Pulling the trigger, after a burst of strafing, all the buildings beside Ashikaga Yoshimitsu were left in ruins.

The power of the machine gun made Ashikaga Yoshimitsu turn pale with fright.

He had not the slightest doubt that if even a single bullet hit him, he would absolutely die without a doubt!

And the thousand-man troop that descended, every single person held one of these terrifying weapons.

To resist was only death!

...

Following the Great Ming, Qin Ning and the others once again drove the aerospace aircraft carrier to the Great Tang and the Great Qin, and subjugated the Wa Country with the same thunderous methods.

Returning to later generations.

In the villa in Liushi.

Qin Ning had someone prepare a table full of wine and food, and drank with Qin Shi Huang, Li Shimin, and Zhu Yuanzhang.

Wang Er, Xia Fei, Zhou Ping'an, as well as Liu Silin, Cai Cheng, and others were also called over.

Zhu Yuanzhang was already a bit tipsy. He raised his wine cup and toasted Xia Fei and the others, "Thank you, gentlemen, for helping my Great Ming develop during this time. I am a rough man with little education. With this cup of wine, I wish everyone present... to be able to earn a million a year."

These past few days, Old Zhu had frequently visited the later generations, and he often surfed the internet intensely with a mobile phone. He kept hearing people online saying things like earning a million a year. In his view, this was an auspicious phrase, so he simply blurted it out directly.

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