Enjoyed the night.
Five hundred years of orthodoxy?
I'm going to blast the cannon on your orthodoxy, just wait and see if it breaks into pieces!
"Obito, Orochimaru, are the big guys ready?"
Ye turned around and asked.
Obito curled his lips and muttered, "You know how to call me..."
Then responded loudly.
"No problem!"
Ye turned her head and softly uttered two words.
"Fire!"
The three energy storage soldiers simultaneously slapped the matrix core on the chest.
The blue Chakra flows rapidly along the lines of the gun body, and the amplifier array on the base lights up one after another.
A harsh tearing sound of energy came from the muzzle.
"Buzz..."
A high-density Chakra beam as thick as a bucket erupted from the muzzle.
A hundred meters is not a distance at all in front of the light beam. The blue light flashed and hit the huge vermilion door.
Gold-coated door panels don't even have to deform, and the half-foot-thick stainless steel is directly steamed into white smoke by high temperatures.
The light beam passed through the doorway and advanced along the stone road. A two-meter-deep scorch mark was plowed into the ground, and dark red magma surged out from the bottom of the trench.
I saw that the remaining power of the light beam did not weaken, and the gushing Chakra crashed into the front hall of the Daimyō Mansion.
"Boom!"
Half of the palace collapsed, and broken bricks and tiles flew into the air carrying gold and silver vessels, and then crashed back to the ground.
The violent air waves rushed up to the heights along the city wall, and the Palace Guard behind the crenels were overturned one after another and rolled into the aisle behind.
Daimyō didn't even make a sound. He was shaken two meters high and fell headfirst into the rubble.
He opened his mouth, turned over Byakugan, and passed out on the spot, with water marks slowly forming on his crotch area.
A cannon fell, and the Daimyō Mansion main entrance opened.
Ye put her hands back into the pockets of her windbreaker, her tone not changing at all.
"Obito, Kakashi, enter the city."
Obito twisted his neck, raised his feet and rushed.
Kakashi pulled out White Fang Short Sword, which was wrapped in lightning, and led hundreds of elites into the ruins.
The expected street fighting did not occur at all.
The remaining Palace Guard looked at the flattened palace, and the knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another.
The first person knelt down.
The people next to him knelt down.
Palace Guard on the street soon knelt on both sides of the road.
Palace Guard, whose cheeks were sunken from hunger, raised his head and looked at Kakashi walking towards him, his Adam's apple rolling twice.
"Sir, do those who surrender take care of their food?"
Kakashi stopped and was silent for two seconds under the mask.
"Tube."
ANBU immediately divided into several teams, took over the four city gates, controlled the treasury, and sealed off the official warehouse.
Obito specializes in picking out keys and seals. Kamui Space collects and spits them out. Daimyō Mansion's jade seal and the brocade box have changed their owners.
Ten minutes later, all the key positions of the Daimyō Mansion fell into the hands of Konoha.
Thousands of Refugees gathered outside the house.
They had been so frightened by the cannon that they huddled in the street corner, looking at the army that had just destroyed the palace, not even daring to breathe too hard.
In the minds of these people, a ninja who can destroy Daimyō Mansion with one shot will definitely not care about killing a few more people.
Riding a horse at night, he stepped over the fragments of the gold-clad door panel and entered the front yard.
He glanced at the shrinking crowd outside, then turned to look at Team Leader ANBU next to him.
"Go to Daimyō's private treasury and bring me all the food."
Ye raised her finger to the open space in the front yard.
"Just set up the pot here and serve porridge."
The squad leader froze on the spot.
"Sir, don't we arrest the powerful first?"
"Catch the ass."
Ye frowned.
"Can they run away now?"
He dismounted and handed the reins to the person next to him.
"Let these refugees eat hot meals first. It's freezing and they can't help themselves."
Obito sighed, walked to the center of the open space, lifted Teuchi and opened Kamui Space.
Seven large iron pots fell to the ground one after another, each of which could hold two hundred kilograms of water. The bottom of the pot hit the bluestone floor, leaving several deep pits.
Kakashi looked at the seven pots, his eyelids twitching.
"You even prepared the pot in advance?"
"The rice was copied. Guess where the pot came from."
Ye glanced at the iron pot.
"You can put about twenty kilograms of rice in one pot and cook it until it becomes mushy."
He pointed to Refugees outside.
"Most people here have been hungry for several days. If they suddenly eat thick porridge, their stomachs may not be able to bear it."
Firewood is quickly running out.
A Uchiha Clansman climbed up the flagpole at the door of the Daimyō Mansion, pulled down the banner embroidered with the Daimyō family crest, jumped back to the stove with it, and stuffed it into the stove.
The gold thread on the flag burned, and the flames suddenly shot up.
Daimyō The top-grade polished rice from the private warehouse was brought out in whole bags, the sacks were opened, and the white rice was poured into the boiling water.
In less than half an hour, the rice fragrance floated out of the broken city gate along the cold wind and got into the nostrils of every Refugees.
There was a sound of swallowing in the crowd.
Thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the porridge in the pot, but no one dared to step forward first.
Ye picked up a wooden spoon as big as a washbasin, stirred it twice in the pot, scooped out a spoonful of white rice porridge, and poured it into the wooden bowl.
Carrying the hot bowl, he walked to the corner of the street.
There was a seven or eight-year-old girl huddled there, hugging her knees and keeping her eyes on the cauldron.
Ye put the wooden bowl into her hand.
"Little girl, drink..."
The girl trembled and tears fell immediately.
The heat in the palm of her hand was close to her skin, and the fragrance of rice was on the tip of her nose. She didn't care about the burning, opened her chapped lips, and swallowed the first mouthful of hot porridge.
The mouthful of porridge fell into his stomach, and the crowd finally moved.
Refugees rushed from the street corner to the front yard, their footsteps chaotic, the broken bowls in their hands clinking.
"Line up, line up everyone."
Ye raised her eyelids.
"Whoever dares to rob will hide your hand."
As soon as the words were spoken, Konoha New Army immediately took over the order.
The elite Uchiha who were just killing people on the battlefield were now standing next to the cauldron, with iron spoons in their hands.
A burly Uchiha Jonin scooped out a full spoonful of porridge with a straight face and poured it into the broken porcelain bowl in the old man's hand.
The old man was about to kneel down while holding the bowl.
Jonin reached out and lifted him up.
"Don't kneel down!"
"Master Ye said, we Konoha will do three things today."
"Liberation, liberation, fucking liberation."
"Daimyō is gone, no one deserves your knees!"
He pushed the person aside.
"Bring the bowl to the side and drink, what will you do if you burn me?"
Then he lowered his head and looked at the porridge in the pot, still mumbling.
"When I was chopping Sunagakure, I was never so nervous before serving food to someone."
A little head poked out from behind the door frame.
The seven or eight-year-old boy was holding a chipped bowl and stared at the edge of the pot for a long time before moving over step by step.
The civilian in charge of the spoon, Genin, filled a bowl for him, pressed his wrist, and added another spoonful.
The boy did not leave immediately.
He stood there holding the bowl, his fingers turned red from the heat.
"Can I bring a bowl for my mother?"
"Yes."
As he said this, Genin took out a bowl from nowhere, filled a large bowl with it and handed it to the child, while not forgetting to give a warning.
"Be careful and slow down when scalding."
The boy took the bowl, his eyes were already red. After thanking him carefully, he quickly ran back with it in his hands.
The queue behind him got longer and longer, stretching from the front yard to three streets away.
Someone was squatting by the wall holding a bowl and drinking.
Someone returned to the door frame with the porridge and fed the first bite to the child in his arms.
The Daimyō family crest banner, which represents the Land of Fire orthodoxy, slowly curled up in the stove and finally burned into a ball of ashes.
Thousands of people drank porridge from bowls, and no one looked back.
The spies from all sides lined up outside the team took in all this scene.
They saw the gold-clad door in pieces.
I saw half of the front hall of the Daimyō Mansion collapsed.
I also saw the young man in black trench coat who leveled the palace with one cannon, sitting on the threshold chewing an apple.
The old master is finished.
But this young man who was standing behind the cannon just now turned around and took out the food from Daimyō's private storehouse and cooked porridge for thousands of Refugees.
No one knows what trouble he will cause Shinobi World next.