"What do you think?".

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "If I were to say so, the casualty ratio of this battle is already very good."

"Although our Ming army soldiers also suffered casualties, these casualties are still within our acceptable range."

"Excluding the loss of 10,000 men, we still have enough soldiers to fight. After all, there may not be any major wars in the coming period. All we have to do is to clean up the Japanese who escaped from this battle."

"It will probably be easier to clean up this bunch of cowardly bastards."

A smile appeared on Zhao Min's lips. It was obvious that Zhang Wuji's words were exactly what Zhao Min wanted to hear most at the moment.

"Since Your Majesty has said so, I will consider this battle a great victory."

Then, Zhao Min looked at the generals present and said, "Generals, I believe our reinforcements will arrive soon. We have passed the most difficult stage of our expedition to Japan."

"After today, the situation will only become more and more favorable for us. We have gained a lot of spoils in this battle. At least for a period of time, our food and drink will no longer be a problem, and we won't have to go out to plunder everywhere. In the future, you will each lead your troops to the surrounding areas to suppress the defeated soldiers in this battle. You must do your best to kill the Japanese's vitality. After our reinforcements arrive, we will move eastward."

"But you must be careful and don't let anything go wrong. You are the backbone of our Ming Dynasty, and you must not be defeated in this small country of Japan."

Many generals nodded quickly and then left after receiving the order.

When only Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji were left in the central military tent, Zhang Wuji no longer hid his feelings as he had before. He hugged Zhao Min in his arms and said, "Min'er, the times you called your Majesty just now were so beautiful."

"There are no outsiders here now, call out a few more times and let's hear it."

After hearing this, Zhao Min glared at Zhang Wuji hatefully and said, "Hmph, you wish. In front of the generals under your command, I just have to give you some face."

"Just now I called you His Majesty and called myself a concubine. I must have said something bad to you, but don't forget who I am. I am Zhao Min. When outsiders are around, I can give you some face, but when outsiders are not around, you have to give me face."

Zhang Wuji's hand around Zhao Min's slender waist tightened a little: "Min'er, you give me face in front of outsiders, but don't I give you face in front of outsiders?"

After hearing this, Zhao Min gave Zhang Wuji another fierce look and said, "Hmph, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Sometimes, you wish I would humble myself in front of you just to satisfy your vanity as a man. But I tell you, that's impossible. I am who I am. I, Zhao Min, will never be as despicable as other women."

"If you like submissive women, why don't you go find your Zhiruo."

As soon as Zhao Min finished saying this, she saw the curtain of her central military tent being lifted. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were a little angry. It was a pity that her good intentions were wasted. She even wanted to send some food to Zhang Wuji and her, but when she entered the door, she saw this scene.

It would be fine if her beloved man was hugging another woman, but the most important thing was that the so-called other woman was actually saying bad things about her, and the only man she could rely on was indifferent to it. In this case, how could Zhou Zhiruo not be angry.

Zhou Zhiruo put a roasted leg of lamb and a pot of wine aside, then turned and left after glaring at Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min.

Seeing this, how could Zhang Wuji let her go so easily?

After Zhang Wuji let go of Zhao Min, he hugged Zhou Zhiruo tightly in his arms: "Zhiruo, you are not allowed to be angry."

Zhou Zhiruo struggled hard; "Let me go, let me go."

Zhang Wuji said: "No, how can I let you go? If I let you go, I won't be able to find you, what should I do?"

Zhou Zhiruo struggled twice more, then snorted coldly: "Hmph, what are you going to do if you can't find me? I don't think you will look for me at all. Your heart and eyes are full of that vixen Zhao Min. There is no place for me. Even if she says bad things about me, you don't care. If I were to say, there is probably no place for me in your heart anymore."

"Let me go, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Zhang Wuji was also speechless: "Zhiruo, you misunderstood. I did hear Min'er saying bad things about you just now, but just when I was about to teach her a lesson, you came in."

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Teach her a lesson, okay? Then go and slap that Mongolian vixen in the face. As long as you slap her in the face, I won't be angry anymore."

Zhang Wuji felt a headache when he heard this. If he slapped Zhao Min in front of Zhou Zhiruo, the consequences would be quite serious.

However, at this moment, Zhao Min came over and grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's hand: "Mr. Zhou, are you done yet? You just said something bad behind my back. Look at you now, like a little woman. Where did the heroic spirit go when you shot arrows at the Japanese general's flag and the Japanese commander during the day?"

"It's a happy day. I haven't been this happy in a long time. If you want to throw a tantrum, let's talk about it another day. Today, let's eat first."

As she spoke, Zhao Min pulled Zhou Zhiruo hard and pulled her out of Zhang Wuji's arms.

"You Mongolian vixen, let me go now. Who wants to eat with you? I want to go back to Ming Dynasty and never want to see you again."

…

Zhao Min was really happy today. Even she, the woman who usually loved to quarrel with Zhou Zhiruo, didn't want to quarrel anymore.

In the end, under the coercion and inducement of Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo still sat there obediently. After sharing a pot of wine equally among the three of them, they fell asleep in each other's arms. However, Zhou Zhiruo still felt a little aggrieved because Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min still held her in their arms, one on each side.

Zhou Zhiruo felt a little resentful, but at this point, she couldn't say anything. After all, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were both tired after a day, and even she, Zhou Zhiruo herself, was very tired. After a moment, the three of them fell asleep.

…

Looking at the Japanese, their experiences throughout the day were much more unfortunate than Zhang Wuji and his men.

Take Inoue Yu for example. At this moment, he has not only lost his dignity as a man, but also his credentials as a man.

Inoue Yu just couldn't help crying. Apart from crying, he didn't even know where he was.