Zhu'er's apology was a bit perfunctory. In fact, Zhao Min didn't care about Zhu'er at first, but when she heard Zhu'er say that, she couldn't help but feel a little amused.

"Slap in the face".

Zhao Min softly uttered these two words.

When the people around heard these two words, they were all shocked.

"Min'er, this..."

Zhang Wuji's meaning was already very clear.

"What? I can't bear to leave. The soldiers are still fighting hard up there, and I just want to hear some noise."

Zhang Wuji was a little confused. He believed from the bottom of his heart that Zhao Min was not the kind of person who would argue with Zhu'er, but what was going on now?

However, the next moment, Zhao Linger said, "Sister Min'er, that's enough. I haven't even said the word 'slap' to you."

"If you want to slap someone in the face, find a place where there is no one around, and be careful not to make a fool of yourself among the soldiers."

Obviously, Zhao Linger also wanted to excuse Zhu'er, but at this moment, Zhu'er could no longer control her temper.

"Slap? What are you thinking? But today, I won't bother with you. Sooner or later, you will return to our Ming Dynasty harem. Then, we will slowly settle the score."

As she spoke, Zhu'er stretched out her white palm, aimed it at her cheek and slapped it.

Zhu'er was a strong-willed person, and this action was beyond Zhao Min's expectations. She could only say in her heart: "If I had known this would happen, I would not have made a fuss with her. Now look what has happened. I don't know how much foreshadowing this will lay for future events."

However, just as Zhu'er's white and tender palm was about to touch her cheek, another jade-like hand grabbed her wrist.

The owner of the jade-like hand was Zhou Zhiruo. She frowned and said, "Okay, it's okay for the Mongolian fox to act up, but why can't you join her in making trouble?"

"Slap your mouth, what a slap! If you want to listen to Xiang'er, ask her to slap herself in the mouth."

Zhou Zhiruo's toughness gave Zhu'er and Zhao Min an opportunity to back down.

After all, no one was stupid, so they stopped making a fuss.

Looking at Yang Xiao, he had been fighting in front of the formation for nearly half an hour, and indeed achieved certain results, but this effect was not obvious, because even after half an hour, he did not gain an overwhelming advantage in the first line of defense of Tokyo City.

Of course, this is not because Yang Xiao is incompetent, but because the Japanese on the second line of defense, which is fifty steps away, are still suppressing them with bows and arrows. In addition, the Japanese reinforcements rush up to support in waves. In such an environment, it is already very difficult to gain some advantages.

Just when Yang Xiao was a little out of breath, Yin Yewang suddenly came to Yang Xiao. The generals had agreed beforehand that each of them would fight for about half an hour until the army completely rushed into Tokyo City.

"General Yang, you go back and rest first, I will fight for a while."

Yin Yewang's words were undoubtedly good words, but Yang Xiao saw that he had not achieved much success, so he rejected Yin Yewang's kindness: "Why rest? The opponent's bows and arrows are suppressing us, and the Japanese reinforcements are rushing up here. I want to fight with you for a while."

Seeing that Yang Xiao insisted on doing so, Yin Yewang naturally didn't know what to say. After all, even if he were to replace Yang Xiao, he probably wouldn't leave.

However, King Yin Ye, who had just arrived at the top of the city to fight, couldn't help but frown after observing the situation nearby. The city wall of Tokyo City was five or six feet high. It was already very difficult for ordinary soldiers to climb to this height with ladders, not to mention that there were three such fortifications.

Moreover, it now seems that the most deadly thing is that there is a close distance of dozens of steps between each fortification. This distance of dozens of steps is all within the range of the enemy's bows and arrows. In this short distance of just dozens of steps, if the enemy chooses to attack with fire, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will have nowhere to escape.

After thinking about all these factors, King Yin Ye's brows furrowed more and more. Although he already knew that the defensive fortifications of Tokyo City were like this, what he saw on the drawings was naturally more shocking than the actual scene.

…

Looking at Hirohito Hiroichi, he was standing on the wall of the second line of defense. On the surface, he seemed to be barely calm, but in fact, he was already in a panic in his heart.

After all, who is attacking the city now? Who has been undefeated since landing in Yamaguchi Prefecture? Judging from the current morale of the two armies, who is more afraid?

Many things are obvious. The Ming army felt at most a little shocked and felt that Tokyo City was a tough nut to crack. But the Japanese defending the city were different. They were all terrified to death.

For the Ming army, failure to capture Tokyo City would be a pity at best, but if they captured Tokyo City, based on past experience, no Japanese in the city would survive.

Who is more afraid of whom? The answer must be the Japanese.

…

Looking inside Tokyo City, the Amaterasu Hall had already been successfully ignited, and the fire was still spreading to other places at a very rapid pace.

Under this high temperature and heat wave, it seems that all objects around have reached the so-called boundary point, and they can be ignited by just a small flame.

However, compared with the fire in Tokyo City, Hirohito Koichi could no longer care about so many things at this moment. As long as he could repel the Ming army, he could rebuild Tokyo City even if it was burned to ashes. But if he could not withstand Zhang Wuji, then even if Tokyo City was preserved, it would only be preserved for Zhang Wuji.

Today is the first time that the Ming army soldiers attack the city. They are not using the so-called Japanese cannon fodder. They are using their own men. They all fight to the death, completely disregarding life and death. It is obvious that they want to capture the city of Tokyo today.

…

Looking back at Tokyo City, Chiba Sora was now wearing a simple kimono, which made her pretty face dirty. She mixed herself in with other people.

They were all fleeing in all directions to avoid the fire. While running, Qianye Kong kept muttering to himself: "Zhang Wuji, you'd better take over Tokyo City today. Otherwise, when the fire is out, as long as Hirohito Hongichi calms down a little, he will definitely suspect me. If I get caught, I will hate you to death."