At that time, they could take thousands of warships to the ports of the South China Sea.

Once one enemy is dealt with, it's time to eliminate the next one.

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Sasaki Jubei, mounted on his warhorse, held Senji Muramasa in his hand, his face unusually solemn.

Before me stood Yoshino Chido, covered in blood and pale-faced, gasping for breath as he recounted the battle he had recently experienced.

After witnessing Murata Kosuke's murder, Yoshino Chido dared not fight any longer and fled the battlefield for his life.

On his way back, he encountered this army heading towards Qiuyuan.

At this moment, he had lost all courage and appeared disheveled and cowardly.

"General Sasaki, the enemy... the enemy forces are too numerous, beyond imagination."

“They came out of the wilderness, out of the darkness, one after another joining the battle. We simply couldn’t win.”

Sasaki Taichiro, with a stern face, said angrily:

"How many could they be? Could they be more than my troops?!"

Yoshino Chido glanced at the large army and said in a flustered manner, "It's hard to say."

"Besides having a large number of troops, the enemy is also very strong; they are exceptionally capable fighters! I think we should retreat first and see what decision His Majesty the Emperor makes."

Sasaki Taichiro frowned deeply: "His Majesty the Emperor's order is for us to defeat the enemy!"

"If they attack, are we just going to let them retreat on their own instead of driving them away?"

"We came here to defeat them! Even Jubei came with us. You see, this is the strongest samurai army in Japan!"

At this point, Sasaki Taichiro looked at his son.