Then, he held his breath and aimed his bow and arrow there.

But after some contemplation...

Huang Tianwei exhaled a breath of stale air and put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

He turned around and ran back to his warhorse. Without the slightest hesitation, he mounted the horse and fled along the backup route that had been planned before the battle. There, he had already arranged for a small group of twenty men to meet him.

These twenty men were Japanese, belonging to Murata's army.

But they are not Murata's people.

On the way, Huang Tianwei turned his head to look at the battlefield where the fighting was still going on, brushed the wet hair that was scattered on his forehead, and turned his face away, his expression as usual.

Without making any further moves, he left into the night.

——

"General, this rain is really heavy. It seems we... will have to wait a couple of days before we can continue our journey."

"If it continues to rain in the next few days, we should not launch an attack."

In Qinyang City, Ito Junji and his companions, who were temporarily staying at the city lord's mansion, were standing at the door looking at the night sky when Miura spoke unhurriedly.

Ito Jun'yori stood with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed. After a moment's thought, he said:

"However, Murata encountered a lot of trouble."

Miura pursed his lips and casually said:

"If it weren't for the news he sent, I really wouldn't have imagined that the arrogant Murata Yuji would suffer such a great loss in front of Da Gan's troops."

"Murata is keeping it a secret, is he trying to cover up his failure...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ito Junyoshi raised an eyebrow and shouted at Miura:

"Miura! How can you still say such things!"

"As a general, how can you have no sense of the bigger picture at all!"

"Are you happy that Murata lost? No matter what, he's the same as you and me; we're all from the same country!"

Miura lowered his head, but there was still some resentment on his face.

Ito turned around and said coldly:

"Murata, even at this point, still doesn't believe us."

"I admit that their fighting strength is not weak, but the war is now critical, and he is unwilling to wait for our help. He insists on fighting a decisive battle with Qin Ze's army."

At this point... he bit his lip, his voice growing even lower:

"Ever since I received the message from Tenwei-kun, I've been really worried that he was right, and that Murata might lose..."

Just as he finished speaking, Miura immediately raised his head, puffed out his chest, and said in a resounding voice:

"General! There's no need to worry!"

"I promise you! No matter whether Murata and his team win or not! No matter the final outcome!"

"Me! And my troops!"

“We can cover for him!” His gaze was firm, his eyes full of confidence.