It is said that on the third line of defense of Tokyo City, Hirohito Hiroichi's eyes were already a little confused, but more of it was indifference.

Saburo Abe, the little Zhuge Liang of Japan, was also at a loss.

"Your Majesty, if this continues, it won't work."

Hirohito Hiroichi sneered, "How could I not know what Abe-kun said? But now that things have come to this, what else can we do?"

"How about sending someone to talk to Zhang Wuji?"

In desperation, Saburo Abe could only say this, but after hearing this, Hirohito Hiroichi just looked at Saburo Abe as if he were a fool and said: "Mr. Abe, don't you think this idea is naive?"

Saburo Abe said, "Things can't get any worse anyway, so why not give it a try?"

Hirohito smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you, a man known as the Little Zhuge Liang, could say such words. However, this is not your fault. After all, you are not the emperor. Since you are not the emperor, you don't know what the emperor is thinking."

"But I am different. I am also an emperor. Even though I am not the emperor of a vast country like the Ming Dynasty, I am still an emperor even if I am just the emperor of Japan. The ones who know an emperor best are not the ministers around him, or the women who accompany him. The one who knows an emperor best can only be another emperor."

"And I am the person who knows Emperor Zhang Wuji best in this world. I dare not say anything else, but this outcome was destined to happen ever since Musashi Hideki led his troops to invade Middle-earth."

"Zhang Wuji's purpose in this expedition was not to conquer our country, but to destroy our country, and to destroy it from the root."

"This guy is here to destroy our country and our race."

At the end of his words, Hirohito Koichi even roared out in anger.

To be honest, Hirohito Hiroichi actually understood Zhang Wuji quite well. At least he had guessed that Zhang Wuji was here to destroy his country and race. But what Hirohito Hiroichi didn't understand was that it was actually normal for two countries to fight against each other. Why did Zhang Wuji hate his own country so much? He could obviously pay tribute and he had obviously won, but why did he want to kill him?

But in the final analysis, this may be the difference between the two. For Zhang Wuji, his vision is much greater than that of Hirohito Koichi. Some things should either be left undoed, or if done, they should be eradicated.

…

As night fell, the wind had weakened a lot, so the dispatch within the city was somewhat coordinated. However, the price of all this was that more than one-third of Tokyo City had been reduced to ruins.

In Tokyo City, Qianye Kong came to the upwind side of the fire. She cursed in her heart, "Zhang Wuji, you are a waste. Why haven't you taken down this city yet? If it's any later, what if I get caught?"

As she spoke, Qianye Kong formed seals with her hands again, but at this moment, a team of Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Flower, flower girl."

The eyes of that team of Japanese soldiers suddenly lit up, while Qianye Kong frowned.

She knew the look in this kind of man's eyes very well, and she was sure that the team of Tokyo soldiers in front of her must have had lustful thoughts.

Qianye Kong sighed in her heart, but as she completed the last movement of her hand, she took a deep breath, and then spit out a stream of red flames at the team of Japanese soldiers who had lustful intentions towards her.

In an instant, the Japanese soldiers were engulfed in flames and their wailing was endless.

After Qianye Kong finished all this, he formed seals with his hands and spit out several streams of flames in all directions.

After doing all this, Qianye Kong sneered: "Just you? Just you want to touch me? The war has come to this point, and you are still thinking about that kind of dirty things. The disaster of national destruction is right in front of us. I am a woman. As long as I can be humble and please Zhang Wuji, I will still have a future of luxury. But what about you? Even if you are humble, Zhang Wuji will never let you go. Now that things have come to this, you should fight to the death to defend the city, but you are still lustful. Based on this, how can Japan not be destroyed?"

…

Taking advantage of the darkness, Qianye Kong set a few more fires, but she knew that with the wind being weak and without the help of kerosene, these fires would be put out soon. Things had come to this point, and she had placed her life and property on Zhang Wuji's shoulders, so she was trying her best to create chaos in Tokyo.

…

At midnight, the attack and defense of the third line of defense of Tokyo City continued. It must be said that the battle was very brutal. Within two hours, the casualties of the Ming army reached about 3,000. Of course, the casualties of the Japanese would be even greater, but this number could not be compared with that of the Ming army, because in Zhang Wuji's eyes, the lives of the Japanese were worthless.

Looking at the third line of city defense and the yellow arrows flying in the sky from both sides, Zhang Wuji began to feel restless again.

"Min'er, although our current casualties are acceptable, we shouldn't throw our men's lives away like this."

Zhao Min glared at Zhang Wuji fiercely, "You bastard, are you worried about your own soldiers and want to go in person?"

Zhang Wuji remained silent.

Zhao Min sneered: "Look at these arrows flying all over the sky. I let you go when we attacked the second line of defense. Don't be ungrateful. If something happens to you, how will I survive?"

Zhang Wuji fell silent again.

However, at this moment, Zhao Linger spoke to Zhang Wuji and said, "Young Master, we have been fighting for a whole day. You should go to the corner tower and have a rest first."

Zhang Wuji glanced at Zhao Linger and said, "The soldiers are still fighting hard, how can I rest?"

Zhao Linger smiled slightly: "Even if you don't want to rest, it is necessary to eat something, right?"

"It's just a city called Tokyo. How can it be more important than your meal?"

"My sister Zhiruo, my junior sister and I have already eaten. Now, you are the only one missing."

As she spoke, Zhao Linger winked at Zhu'er and the others.

Seeing this, Zhu'er pulled Zhang Wuji's arm and said, "Brother Wuji, I am a waste. I have not done anything in this battle until now. I can only cook a meal for you. Let's go, Zhu'er will eat something with you."

Looking at Zhu'er's watery, almost pleading eyes, Zhang Wuji's heart softened all of a sudden. He knew that Zhao Min would not let him go into battle in person today. After thinking about it, he could only grit his teeth and said, "Well, how can I let Zhu'er down."